PainLove - Bk. 04 - Ch. 18-23

Chapter 18

On Thursday morning, Helena's gardener saw a car he didn't know pull into the car park. Visitors usually parked in the circle at the front door. The car drove back to park beside Rob's old Volvo instead of nearer the house. It prompted him to wonder when he'd last seen Rob, who'd been away been some days.

Then a familiar figure got out of the car. Rob greeted him, "Morris, how are you?" They chatted briefly, Rob knew the dog walking fell to Morris when he was away. They both liked a good wander out through the wood on the back half of Helena's property, the dogs gave them an excuse to do it.

Rob turned and went in through the kitchen door. There was no one in the kitchen, so he walked through to the living room, where he found Marion and Helena, each with the newspaper on their laps and coffee on the table beside their chairs. Rob swept in, took Helen by the hand and led her into her library, firmly closing the door behind them. Once the door was closed, he enveloped Helena in an embrace and kissed her.

He took her hands then said words she dreaded. "We need to talk."

"Is this about your time with Michelle?"

"Yes."

"Then let me ask Marion to join us."

His hand held her back. "Helena, I came here with one purpose, to talk, privately, with my fiancee. Will you do this with me? After you and I have talked it out, then I might talk with Marion."

There was a fire burning in the fireplace to ward off the chill of the morning. They sat in chairs by the fire.

"Is this about the night she tried to get you into sub-space?"

"Slow down, Helena, let me tell you the whole story. You must understand the context of everything that's happened." He started with the day of his arrival, going through each session with Michelle in turn. He got to the attempt at sub-space, describing his fainting, his anger and how he recovered.

Helena shook her hear. "Oh, I just knew it was a bad idea."

He stopped telling his story to learn more about her reaction. "What makes you say that?"

"Michelle and Marion were talking, this was back a few weeks ago as we talked about how to structure a week with Michelle that you could handle. Marion said she'd had you in sub-space. I don't like to question her, she has so much experienced than I, from her years with John. But I must say, I've never seen anything except the Rob who is looking around, paying attention."

"Interesting. Don't let the thought get away. The attempt at sub-space was Tuesday night. Wednesday morning, Michelle called here, she wanted to talk with you about her ideas for changing the shape of my training, but you weren't available. Apparently she talked with Marion instead."

"What? I was here all day Wednesday. I was available!" She stopped to think. "I remember Marion was on the phone for a long time, in the late morning. Over lunch I asked her about the call, she said Michelle was checking in, they discussed a few details." She frowned. "I wish I'd known the sub-space thing hadn't worked out, why did she wait to tell me until Wednesday night if she knew hours earlier?"

"Michelle tried her best. She clearly is one of the best. If she can't then apparently I'm not going to get there."

"Yes, she's well known as the one who takes excellent care of the people who would take no interest whatever in a BDSM club. That's why it's surprising she was elected head mistress, she actually doesn't like the club events herself."

Rob thought it odd an inexperienced mistress like Helena know so much about the politics of the BDSM community. Saying nothing, he stored the observation in his mind beside a few other tidbits of similar nature.

"So, last night, Michelle did a series of things Marion suggested. Care to guess what they were?"

"Oh, I've no idea."

"Marion told her to try pissing on me, pissing directly into my mouth to be exact. Also, hot wax play and offering to pierce my nipples. The good news is, hot wax play isn't an issue, within reason. Marion also advised locking me in the little cage in the dungeon to spend the night, but Michelle had better sense."

He paused to let her think through the bad news.

"No, she wouldn't want you pierced, it was settled months ago. You could have just walked away."

"I was bound, quite securely, I couldn't even move my head. I was gagged or I'd have said the unkind things I was thinking about Michelle."

"Oh, I'll bet you did anyway, you and your temper."

"Actually, we had quite a civil conversation after."

"Seems you've learned something from her."

"I don't blame her for any of this, even though she'd read our agreement. She was following advice she got from this house."

He took a copy of his agreement from his jacket pocket and led her through the consequences of the mistakes made.

"Ten months, doesn't it seem extreme? Are you going to do that to us?"

"I'm going to take a few days to get some advice and to think on it. I don't want to, but a long separation may be necessary to force us to a different relationship. Helena, I'm sorry, but if we continue as we are now, I don't foresee our relationship last much longer."

"I hate that damned agreement! I wish I'd never signed it!"

Softly, Rob reminder her of the alternative. "If you hadn't signed it, we'd already be separated.

"Look, Helena, I want to tell you the primary reason for my doubts about our relationship is - you. When you want me to get more experience, you send me to another mistress. You weren't even the person to tell me you were sending me to another mistress. When you want to ask me about giving another woman a child, you had another person ask the question."

"Rob, let me tell you who - "

"No!" Rob held up his hand to cut her off. "Not relevant. Who wants this from you makes no difference to me. My point is I do not see you, Helena, I don't see YOU working on our relationship. I've said this before, I see you delegating someone else to address central issues about you and me. This isn't one of your corporations, where you can have your people do things. This is to be your marriage, I'm to be your husband. You must do it for yourself.

"I must raise again a question you're heard me ask in the past: do you have plans for me? Do you have a picture in your mind of what I'll be to you in one year, in three years? No, don't answer now, think for a few days about the secrets you should be finally telling me. When I'm back, next week, if you want our relationship to continue, I expect you to tell me everything you haven't told me, absolutely everything."

When they finished talking, an hour and a half had passed. After more kisses Rob left Helena in her library to think on the challenge before her. At least he wasn't simply running off, he had come to talk it over with her first. At least she had no reason to worry about whether she'd see him again. He promised her he'd call no later than Monday to check in with her.

He closed the doors to Helena's sanctum behind him and headed up to his room. As soon as he reached the top of the stair, Marion appeared before him. She slapped his face, scolding him. "A very disrespectful thing to do to your mistress, taking Helen away like that! I insist you come to the dungeon with me right now, for your punishment."

Calmly, Rob said, "I do not consent to a session with you today, indeed, not any day in the foreseeable future, Marion. I was here to tell Helena the awful consequences of decisions you made."

She tried to slap him again, but he easily caught her wrist, gripping it firmly. He held up one finger, right in front of her eyes. "Bad dog!" He said, punctuating each word with a tap if his finger on her nose. "Bad, bad dog!" This was exactly how he'd dealt with Nikki or Inca when they were puppies. He was at least able to stop himself from calling her a bitch instead of a dog.

"How dare you!"

It was a perfect time for Marion's private conversation. Keeping her hand firmly in his, Rob led her to the farthest guest room down the long hallway, closing the door behind them. He pulled a chair into the middle of the floor and sat her in it. He stood close to her, looming over her with hands on hips.

"Well, what did you find so awful this time, instead of taking your training and learning from it?' She was putting up a bold front.

"I see no reason to tell you the whole story. You already know exactly what you did wrong. Did you really think something good would come of my sleeping in a cage all night?"

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, she did that?"

"That's as good as a confession, Marion, thank you for confirming. No, I didn't spend the night in her cage, Michelle isn't so stupid. But, innocent and thinking she'd gotten good advice, Michelle attempted to piss in my mouth."

"As is her right as mistress."

"Bollocks!"

She started to stand, his hand on her shoulder put her in the chair. "There is more, as I am sure you know. She ended the evening by piercing my nipples."

"Let me see!"

"You have no right to ask that!" He was not working on staying calm, he wanted Marion to feel his anger. "Listen to me, your foolish advice to Michelle, according to my agreement with Helena, will now cost Helena a ten month separation."

"I never took that seriously, why should I now?"

"You signed it. Ask Michelle, she's a solicitor. Ask her if you can sign an agreement you're already planning on ignoring. In a business contract, it would be called fraud. Helena takes the agreement seriously, the fact you don't means you're undermining her, right here in her own house."

"Nonsense! You couldn't possible stay away from us for ten months, you need us."

"Marion, in addition to the agreement, you're a fraud of a mistress. There is a damned good reason I avoid a session with you at all costs. You and I will never be together in any playroom, anywhere, at any time, not ever."

"It comes down to this. I'm telling you this privately, I will tell no one else. I'll not come back here to live with Helena, if you're here. It's up to you, you can stay, I'm sure you'll be welcome for some time. But I won't come back to Helena if you stay. I'll give her my own reasons, she'll not hear from me it's you keeping me away. But only if you're gone will I come back to Helena. You hold Helena's happiness in your hand. You decide Helena's fate, no one else."

"I'll tell Helena you're forcing me to do this."

He tilted his head. "I suppose I won't mind you telling Helena."

"Pff, bold talk coming from a submissive."

Rob leaned down over her, close to her face, looking her in the eye. Marion saw nothing to suggest he was the least bit submissive, quite the opposite. "Hear this, Marion: I am not a bloody submissive!" Again, the finger tapped her nose to punctuate each of the final few words. He stepped back, looked at her coolly. "I'm done with you. You're free to go." He went to the door.

"Yes and you'd like it, wouldn't you? You'd like me to go!"

Hand on the doorknob, he turned back and spoke calmly. "Yes, Marion, I would like you to go."

He left her sitting in the chair.

In his room, it didn't take him long to pack everything to be away for a few weeks. He took mostly men's clothing, little of his crossdressing wardrobe. He collected his dogs and soon was driving away in his new car.

Chapter 19

A few hours later, Rob parked on the street in front of Cathy's house in Winslow. He had a sudden memory of getting out of his car and being kidnapped. It seemed like a lifetime ago. After talking with Helen and Marion, he'd called Cathy to make an appointment. He needed advice, especially from Cathy and Iris.

She had a patient in her office. Rob sat in her little waiting area, reading the Financial Times. He made a point of not looking up when she saw her patient out, giving them the last of their time together without intruding.

Suddenly his newspaper was swept from his hands, scattering on the floor. Cathy dropped into his lap, arms around his neck. Their kisses went on for some time.

Finally she paused. "You came at just the right time for me. I am so tired of keeping a professional demeanor."

Rob pulled her close for another kiss.

"So," Cathy said, rising and pulling him to his feet. "What's the issue with your training from Michelle?" She took him to her private living room, instead of her professional office.

"No issues with Michelle at all, she's excellent."

"Hm! Then you didn't flee from the training in anger?"

"No, we parted good friends, better friends than the day I started. Cathy, she is such a good mistress. Michelle and you, you're the ones who are insightful, keep me from blowing up. Look, I did leave because of anger, just not with Michelle. Let me start from the beginning."

Rob recited the story of his time with Michelle, from Saturday afternoon to Wednesday night. He described his talk with Helena. He told her he confronted Marion and got confirmation she intended the bad advice she gave. He said nothing of the ultimatum he'd given her.

"You know Cathy, I'd rather it be you, those lessons, I trust you far more than anyone else. You've played with my mind a bit, but I quickly learned you did everything with planned purpose. You were always honest with me and you've always taken my limits seriously. It seems you've been keeping a low profile recently, but you've always stood by me."

"I know Rob. I'd have moved heaven and earth to do this training for you. But it was Helena's decision. I think she was afraid we'd end up in bed and the distance of a Mistress-sub relationship would have died, we'd get too close. I've heard Michelle is not permitted to have sex with you?"

"She's not, but it was my decision." He chuckled. "Helena's not happy about it. You recall I declared I'd be monogamous with Helena a while back, she was getting too free at giving her toy to friends. So the rule with Michelle and anyone else, is no sexual contact."

"Just as well, when Michelle wants to play rough, it's easier to bear when you're aroused."

"Michelle plays rough, but she does it very well. The only thing I couldn't bear was when she decided to take me into subspace. It didn't go well."

Rob grimaced. "I think she may be hiding something from me, some secret plan between her and Helena for my development. Do you know anything? Michelle mentioned Helena might take me to an event at a private club. She said she had to make me get used to being dressed in my woman's clothes in the company of people, strangers, who are in the same scene. Do you know what's going on?"

Cathy was dumbfounded. "No, sorry. It could be fun to take you out, but I don't know about any events. Could it be she plans to take you to something like the meeting Iris dragged you to?"

"It sounded that way. I'm going to ask Iris about it as well, she's next on my list.

"You talk with Iris?"

"I thought I'd let the secret out but everyone is still surprised. I drop in for a chat with Iris over lunch or tea once or twice a month. She has given me excellent advice. What do you know about this private club, these events?"

"Not much, any more. I visited two places in the past, not often. Then I found a few regular clients who meet my needs. Now I have found myself a group of close friends. It's enough for me, so no, I have no idea of what is around the clubs these days." She paused, thinking. "I can call a few people. I'll do some checking, see what information I can get."

"Typical. Helena is full of surprises. One day she will have one surprise too many."

"Don't say that, Rob. Whatever Helena has gotten wrong in the past, I know she loves you the most of all of us, except me of course." Cathy had a sad smile when she said these words.

Rob knew she was unsure about him, his feelings towards her. He took her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "I love you Cathy. My heart is big enough to love you as well. I do love you." He kissed her with passion.

It took a moment for Cathy to recover her composure. "Rob, what happens next?"

"I'll spend this weekend thinking. I may call you again. I promised Michelle I'd check in with her Monday, I might call you in the afternoon as well. I told Helena I'd be back mid-week to tell her what I've decided."

"Just a moment, I have an idea." Cathy picked up her mobile and dialed a number. "Michelle? Hi, Cathy Mahan here. Say, I've been chatting with Rob and I have an idea." She left the room, gesturing to Rob to stay where he was. He could just hear Cathy was talking, but couldn't make out the words. He relaxed, trusting Cathy was not keeping a secret that could make him unhappy.

She came back into the room with a smile on her face. "You're invited to dinner at Michelle's Sunday night. I'll be there as well. We'll have a good meal, a little wine and we'll talk. I think something good might come of it."

"No scene!"

"Oh, no. Just talk among people who care for each other."

After holding her in his arms for a long minute, then a heartfelt kiss, Rob said goodbye. As he went to his car, he called Iris about coming to visit. She was not available until the following Monday. They agreed on where to meet and talk over lunch Monday.

Chapter 20

Sunday evening, Rob parked in front of Michelle's house and walked to the front door. He could hear a deep bark from Boris after he rang the bell. Michelle opened the door. "Rob, I expect you to just let yourself in, you aren't required to knock."

She led him to her living room, where he found Cathy refilling Iris' wine glass. "What are you people up to?"

"It's a conspiracy, Rob." Iris smiled. "We've been discussing what to do with you, long enough that we're on our second bottle of wine." She stood, Cathy and Michelle were surprised by the comfortable familiarity as she and Rob greeted each other, a warm hug and kissing each other's cheek. "I canceled going to hear the Symphony in Albert Hall so I can share in this conversation."

Soon Rob had his own glass of wine and was sitting with them. "Okay, seriously, what are you up to?"

"You said some things that told me I didn't know everything," Cathy answered. "Tonight we've a plan to learn more. Iris has made some suggestions about how to prepare."

Rob turned to Iris. "Have you, dear? I thought we agreed you and I would stick to a social relationship."

"And we shall. I'd never want to be your mistress." She gave him a wink. "You'd be too much work.

"But I know you well by now, and as it turns out I've known these two ladies for quite some time as well. I've asked some pertinent questions and made a few suggestions." Iris leaned forward, emphasizing her words. "Rob, in our own ways, each of the three of us love you. We all value your friendship. We value you. You're a good man, something we don't often see. Each of us wants you to be happy. Tonight, let's talk about your happiness."

After some casual chat, the man from the restaurant knocked on the door to deliver food. Either he didn't recognize Rob or he was great at not reacting, they exchanged containers for a few pound notes without the slightest hint they'd met before.

Over dinner Cathy began to map out the plan. "Rob, this event Helena would like to take you to, there's one every three or four weeks. She has said nothing to me and little to Michelle, but it's our guess her plan is for you to go with her to many, if not all of them."

"Well, this is interesting." He nodded. "I've told Helena she must tell me all the things she hasn't told me when I visit her mid-week. We shall see if she has anything to say on the topic."

"There is one next Saturday night, part of what we would like to discuss with you."

"What we have in mind, Rob," Iris picked up the thread. "Is a series of experiences for you to help to clarify what you want from all this. We think it's high time you stopped trying for what Helena wants and do this for yourself.

"And especially not what Marion wants," Michelle added.

Rob looked to her gratefully, nodding.

Cathy resumed. "There is another aspect of this, the preparation for the event Saturday night. Rob, you must trust us and set aside your long list of limits. Can you do that?"

"Such as?"

"Well the obvious one is you're going to wear a dress to the event Saturday next. Into a room full of people you don't know, or one might say people we don't know if you know."

He didn't respond to her jibe, turning to Michelle. "We talked about a mask, is that workable?"

"Absolutely. But Rob, to do everything we've planned, you must set aside all of your limits and trust us. Trust, Mr. Graham."

Rob gave no reaction to her word to initiate a session, he didn't consider himself in a setting where she could start a session without forewarning. "Suppose you tell me the plan, then we talk about the limits if we need to."

Iris said, "I wasn't bothered by the idea Michelle should try to help you reach sub-space. It's a reasonable goal and I think you have enough experience to reach it. As we talked, it occurred to me the goal was right, but the approach is wrong. Sub-space is for a submissive and Rob, I think all three of us can attest, you're a dreadful submissive." She gave him a friendly smile. "What we should work on for you is lust-space."

Michelle had been silent, letting the other two outline the proposal. Now she joined in. "What we have in mind is a series of experiences to bring your mental state to the point you are consumed with the sensations. Part of it, as in sub-space, is the endorphins from a little spanking and paddling, but only part. Part of it is the lust of the things you do with us. Part of it will be denial, because you're not going to orgasm until the whole thing is over. Now, this sounds a lot like submission and sub-space. In this broad description it's similar, but in the details, well, in the details we're planning more an orgy than a session."

"The three of us are going to take good care of you, Rob," Iris said. "Very good care of you and you for us. Starting Wednesday night, through Friday night, we're going to just keep making it better and better until you break through."

"Okay, here is the question I've learned I must always ask," Rob said. "Why do you want to do this for me?"

All three women began to speak at once, but they quickly deferred to Iris. "Rob, what I want is for you to see what you can have, then you can make a more informed choice about what you want."

Rob spent a moment studying his dinner plate. "I'm sorry, I just don't understand why three such competent, capable women have the slightest reason to do something like this. What are you getting in return?"

"Oh, Rob, can't you see?" Michelle replied. "We're doing this because we all love you. We all want you to have the best. We want to help you learn what the best can be."

Rob looked to Iris. "You love me? Gad, all I do is lunch with you a few times and you love me?"

"Oh, my love for you is colder than these two," Iris replied. "But you're a man I respect. That's a rare thing; my professional career is a divorce barrister, representing only women. I'm watching you work so hard to please Helena, I just don't see your kind of husband in my work. You've managed to fall into a fascinating situation, but a challenging one. I didn't know you and I didn't care who you were the day I kidnapped you. To be honest I didn't care even after you beat me, either, it was the consequence of acting on impulse, without enough planning. It was high time I retired in any event.

"Then you visited my house, to see me. When your posse of mistresses appeared behind you, I could see in your eyes you knew how wrong the whole thing had become. So you took charge of those mistresses, it was amazing how quickly you herded them away. Then came the greater surprise. After I saw their cars leave, you came back into my garden. You apologized for their behavior and then you apologized for beating me. I was no longer talking with an object, a slave from an old scene gone wrong, I was talking with a man who cared about the people in his life. You offered to take me to dinner so we could keep talking and when we walked back to my house it seemed the most natural thing in the world to invite you back to keep talking when you asked."

Cathy interjected, "Rob, I must tell you how astonishing this is for us. Iris is a famous man-hater, a ball-buster in court during the day and with submissives in her career as a mistress. Yet you've managed to charm her!"

Iris shrugged. "All you did, Rob, was come to me offering unconditional friendship in the wake of a series of mistakes. It's been a pleasure to spend time with a man who is working so hard to make his relationship work. I may have helped you through our little talks, but you must see you've helped me, too."

"So, Rob, here's the thing," Michelle said. "This long session isn't about us taking you past your limits. No, it's about you deciding whether your limits matter at all and relying on us to keep you in the safe, sane and consensual zone even if we cross the limits you've written down. Those written limits are an admission you can't trust Helena and Marion, yes, we understand that fully. The fact the list kept getting more entries, kept needing more detail, that you had to frame the consequences, is further testament."

"Certainly Marion," Rob agreed. "Helena alone, or Helena with Cathy, would be far easier to trust. But Marion keeps managing to participate directly or at least influencing. Helena falls so easily under her spell."

"We do get carried away with too many things at once, when we get into a group," Cathy admitted.

"Just so," said Iris. "An important part of what we intend to work on."

"I'm working on it myself. I confronted her after I spoke with Helena, I gave Marion a clear set of demands. Now it's up to her."

"What did you say to her?"

"No, this must be entirely on her. She knows what I asked of her and she must decide how to respond."

"So, Rob," Cathy said. "What is your reaction to our proposition?"

"I'm curious what sorts of activities you have in mind."

"We've a general plan, but we can't tell what will happen Thursday at noon. We're going to improvise based on how you respond and how we feel."

Rob looked at them, seeing three women whose faces showed him interest and affection. He smiled and raised his glass. "Ladies, I know first-hand each of you are incredible capable, Mistresses. Each of you has frightened me, each of you have hurt me, each of you have angered me in the past. Despite this, I must say I had never felt more comfortable, under better care, than here, now, surrounded by you three intimidating women. I thank you for your support." They raised their glasses in reply.

"Now, Rob, let's talk this through," Michelle said. "I want to be clear. Can we take you out in a public place wearing women's clothing?"

"Yes."

"What about the mask?"

"I defer to you to decide if it's appropriate."

"Will you drop your prohibition against sex acts with us?"

"Yes, that condition is about teaching Helena a lesson, I have no reason to insist on it here. However, I do insist on my commitment to Helena I won't do anything without her knowledge and consent."

Michelle offered the obvious solution. "I'll call her to ask you drop the claim of monogamy as a condition of resuming. Without a doubt she'll tell you she wants it. After some resistance you will reluctantly agree."

Rob nodded. "Should be okay."

"You'll abandon trying to control your arousal. We want you aroused, we want to see to it you're aroused and we won't punish you for it."

"Okay."

"You won't resist coming when we want you to? Mind you, we don't intend to let you come but once or twice, but Sunday morning should be wonderful for you."

"I will not resist and I defer to you on whether I should come."

"Can we bugger you with our dildos?"

"Yes."

"We will whip you, okay?" She didn't sound like a mistress talking, it didn't sound like she was threatening him. It seemed more like a seductress reciting a list of lascivious options.

"I trust you, each of you. Yes."

"Can we pee on you?"

"I know when you decide to pee on me, I'll be ready for it and I'll welcome it."

"Can I chain you to a heating pipe overnight?"

"Yes. It's colder than you think, give me a blanket."

"Good answer, but it isn't going to happen. Hearing about such a petty act of dominance really made me angry. Instead, each night, you'll sleep between two of us."

"That's fine." He gave Iris a smile. "Including you, dear?"

"Including me."

"I owe you a great deal," Rob told her. "I'm happy to have an opportunity to make a small repayment."

Michelle asked, "Rob, can I pierce your nipples?"

Rob drew a deep breath, then slowly let it out. "You can, but don't expect me to keep the rings in after this episode has concluded."

"We won't pierce you, people who've just been pierced can't play until they heal."

"You have more courage than you'll admit," Iris added with an encouraging smile.

"That's really all we can say about it, Rob, except we expect you to enjoy it thoroughly." Cathy picked up the discussion. "Have you any questions?"

"So you want me here Wednesday night through Friday night?"

"No, the event is on Saturday. Be here for dinner Wednesday, you'll be staying until mid-day Sunday." She looked around the table. "We might decide to hold a celebratory dinner here Sunday evening."

Michelle and Iris nodded their agreement.

"What shall I bring to wear?"

Cathy gave a simple answer. "You'll bring what most turns you on to wear."

Michelle added, "If it pleases you, a maid's uniform for the event Saturday. But you can go there wearing anything you wish, recognizing it must be fetish gear of some kind. We'd prefer you dress as a submissive for the event. If you don't like the maid uniform, your new, floral dress is quite nice, but I expect it could be a bit cold to wear outside in the evening."

"I really liked you in the bridal gown," Cathy added. "Oh, and of course you'll wear nightgowns to bed."

Rob nodded. "It sounds like you don't intend to make me do things."

"Quite right," Iris said. "We intend to have you wanting to do things and that is all the difference."

"Now, dessert!" Michelle announced as she fixed him with her sharp gaze. Rob sat unmoved, smiling back to her. "A lovely caramel crumble," she continued. She gave Rob a wink. "Don't worry Rob, we'll have you back on this table soon enough, you sweet thing!"

Michelle and Iris had brandy with the cake and coffee, Cathy and Rob decided not to drink more since they were each driving after the meal ended. They fell back into more casual conversation, including Iris telling, without emotion, her version of the evening Rob was kidnapped. She started her story with visiting him before her exhibition. Rob didn't ask her to start earlier, explaining how he'd been selected.

Iris turned to Michelle. "I do understand your comment about the rich, idle patrons always wanting a good show. Rob here knows too well how foolish I became under such pressure. To hell with the wankers! You do what you please and if the group gets smaller, it will be because you're rid of the ones who don't belong."

Michelle nodded her head. "I'm doing just that," she replied. "I've already overheard people saying it was more interesting when Iris was in charge. Well, they forced me into the position, if I can't do it on my terms they can force someone else. Even a mistress has a right to say no."

Chapter 21

When Rob arrived at Helena's Wednesday morning, he found her in a somber mood. "Marion is going to move out. She won't talk to me about why! I don't know what I've done to offend her."

"It might not be you at all. Could it be she's reaching the age where BDSM hold less interest?"

"It's not just Marion, you know. Cathy had done nothing at all about moving in, apparently she's uncertain. Kim will come over happily, any time, but she's also showing no sign of moving in with us as planned."

"So, talk to them. They might give you insights explaining what Marion is up to as well."

"In any event, Rob, we're here to talk about you and I. You must know how important you are to me, how badly I want this to work out for us."

"I've had some discussions, both Michelle and Iris have given me interesting advice. My talk with Cathy gave me questions, hard questions, I must work out for myself.

"We must go over a question I asked you last visit: what is your plan for the long term?"

"I've told you, I have no plan except to see how your interests develop."

Rob tried waiting in silence to get her to volunteer more information, but she said nothing. "If I was to give up crossdressing," he said carefully. "How would it change your expectations?"

"Oh, not a thing."

Rob thought she said this too freely. "That one time you tricked me into walking through the village en femme, you liked it so much I imagined you might want to pursue it again."

"You were quite certain about it, it's one of your written limits."

"I wavered on writing that one down." His voice was wistful." I think I might like to be pushed a bit on that score."

Helena leaned in to speak, looking eager. "I'll be happy to push you! We can have lots of fun in public."

"What kinds of places would you take me?"

"Out shopping is where we'd start, where you can become comfortable among strangers. Then meals at a restaurant away from home, then a drink in a little pub. We'll move closer and closer to home as you learn to manage the fear someone you know might recognize you."

"Shopping and meals out? Nothing else?"

"Well, I'd love to take you on a week's holiday in nothing but women's clothing France or Italy, maybe Greece. Someplace with a beach so you can tan wearing a swim dress. I think you'd look quite nice on the beach in two-piece."

"No other, ah, social events around here, though?"

"No."

"Michelle said one of her charges from you was to prepare me to go out with you, I had the impression it was some sort of party, where you could show me off."

"We've done it already, at the engagement party."

"If you decide you want something specific, you commit to me we'll talk about it it before you set it in motion?"

"Oh, Rob, absolutely."

Rob looked down for a moment. "These BDSM clubs, like the one Iris brought me to. Do you expect me to go with you to one of them someday?"

"I doubt it. If I took you today, you wouldn't like it at all. This is why I want you to spend time understanding your real limits, instead of the limits you set when you think too much about it. It's why I want so much for you to experience sub-space. Then you'll be ready."

"Then you do have a plan, to get me to that state."

"Oh, not a plan, Rob, more like an exploration to see how your interests evolve when we're doing sessions in the dungeon regularly."

"Am I the only one who remembers we agreed to call it a playroom?"

Her voice was soft. "We may as well call it what it really it."

"How often is regularly?"

"Two or three times a week, I'd imagine."

He leaned back in his chair. "Helena, a session once a week would be enough to make me leave you."

"Well, we can ease into it. We don't have to start this week." After a pause, she added, "there is always the idea of just jumping in the deep end."

"For the near term, I will participate in nothing here."

After a pause Helena asked what was next. "Will you go back to Michelle's house as planned?"

Rob nodded yes.

"She is quite insistent I give up my rule of no sexual contact. She thinks it's my rule. She's quite persuasive that you can't learn when you're avoiding a necessary component of the experience. I'm surprised she didn't demand you abandon your limit at the outset. Listen, Rob, any decision Michelle makes is appropriate. I have absolute confidence in her."

Rob sighed.

"Rob, do this for me."

"Helena, monogamy is still a limit between you and I, because you must abandon the habit of giving me to friends to play with. I am making an exception, under protest, solely when I'm with Michelle."

"Fine." Her clipped response was in stark contrast to her enthusiasm when he was more agreeable over her wishes, Rob noticed.

He rose. "Then I'll make my way back. I have another case to pack. Care to keep me company?"

She didn't go with him to his room. Rob took the opportunity to take the dogs for a long walk. He stopped back into her library and gave her a kiss as he left.

Chapter 22

When Rob parked his car before Michelle's house Wednesday evening, it was getting dark. He rang the bell and was quickly admitted by Iris. He took his case up to his room and immediately changed into a dark blue, pleated wool skirt, a pale blue silk blouse and a light wool cardigan in lavender, over a bra, panties and stockings with suspender belt. He wore ordinary shoes with two inch heels.

When he returned to the living room, Michelle said, "Rob, put your hand on the inside of my knee." He complied, then she said, "run your hand up my leg." He obeyed and soon found she was wearing no panties. "No knickers for any of us whilst we're in the house," she said, winking. She knelt, reached up under Rob's skirt, pulled his panties down his legs and guided him to step out of them. She managed to do this sensuously, he felt himself getting a little hard. She tossed them into the center of her dining table.

Michelle had chicken breasts baking for dinner and asked Rob to prepare and steam some vegetables. It was just the three of them for the evening, Cathy planned to join them on Thursday. Rob saw someone had carefully arranged his panties as a display in the center of the table, a vase of flowers sitting on them.

Over dinner they talked about the plan for this extended session.

"Rob, we want you to just relax," Iris explained. "When you continue to think, look around, you actively participate in your session, Cathy and Michelle tell me it can make you fun to play with. But it's also a barrier to further progress. By thinking so much, you're interfering with simply experiencing.

"I can understand the origins, how you developed this way. Your wife, her name was Jenny, yes? You and she played together; I suspect you had to do a fair bit of topping from the bottom, helping her make her way through a scene with you. Then you fell in with a rough crowd, Marion and to a lesser extent Helena. I imagine Jenny wasn't even approaching your limits, but there you were with two women who did just the opposite, not giving your limits much respect. They didn't seem careful so you had to watch them.

"You've been to Cathy for some sessions, what was she like?"

"Oh, Cathy was really good. She quickly showed me she only pushed on my boundaries with a purpose. I learned a lot from Cathy about just letting it happen. I learned the anger I was feeling didn't have to be allowed to grow. Well, not in most cases. Cathy is a very good mistress."

"What about Michelle?" Iris asked.

Rob turned to give Michelle a grin before answering. "Michelle is the same as Cathy with respect to limits. She showed me she understood me. But Michelle is just so incredibly skilled, she can do things I'd never have imagined possible. Except for her try at sub-space, Michelle never passed a boundary for me, but she knew how to take me right up to a boundary and keep me there." He turned to Michelle. "You know, even the attempt at subspace, I fainted before I thought to say my safe word."

Iris smiled. "Just so. Exactly what we're working toward these coming days. We intend to lift you out of thinking about anything at all, just feeling the sensations."

"I suspect the birching might have worked, were it not for just what we're going to work on now: you kept watching, thinking, evaluating, you didn't just surrender." Michelle sounded thoughtful. "These coming few days, we want to help you learn how to let go."

"Helena keeps telling me to just let it come over me, but I don't know how."

"We're going to help you find it," Iris said. "Here is the central idea: you aren't submissive. A cruel and demanding mistress, subjugating you, doesn't necessarily pull you in and might well push you away. A mistress trying to dominate in the conventional ways will keep you from really submitting. You're a kinky boyfriend, you shall experience play with a kinky girlfriend or two. Or three."

Rob and Michelle cleared away from dinner, Rob again insisting on cleaning the kitchen instead of just stacking for later.

When he came out of the kitchen, he found Iris in a beautiful nightgown with matching peignoir walking into the living room. The nightgown had several layers of sheer fabric for the skirt, making her body under the skirt appear and disappear as she moved. The bodice above the empire waist was covered by white lace. "Go put on something like this," she told him. "We'll spend the evening dressed comfortably."

As he went into his room, he saw Michelle coming out of her room in a pretty, blue satin nightgown. Her gown was narrower, less frilly, very elegant. Over her shoulders she wore a white lace bed-jacket.

Rob put on the pink nightgown Cathy had given him months before. He didn't have a bed-jacket, he put the silk cardigan back on. He quickly returned to the living room. Michelle handed him a glass of brandy and they chatted a bit.

Iris asked him about his experiences in BDSM. His best experience was at Cathy's house. When she asked him about his worst session, he surprised her by talking about being chained to a pipe overnight instead of what she'd done.

"I know I over-reacted and once again, I apologize," Rob explained. "But you were there, you knew what you were doing. You had people there to do some aftercare. It was far worse to be simply trapped, no one available to help me."

"Cathy told me she had you believing there was a man buggering you. How was your experience?"

"It wasn't physically unpleasant, but it was so far outside my boundaries. I had never expected to react so strongly to being in a gay situation. I don't take mind-fucks well at all, still working on that."

"Another aspect of always thinking. It doesn't matter, most men who want a woman to dominate them aren't gay. It happens some like being forced to violate limits, submit to things they wouldn't do without the coercion." She let a long silence linger after her words.

Rob understood what she was suggesting. "I think we've established I don't like passing beyond my limits. But I can try."

They chatted on, mostly Rob giving Iris and Michelle more insights as they all sipped brandy. Rob was aware, and made no effort to conceal from from Iris and Michelle, that he'd gotten hard during portions of the conversation, his dick making a little tent under his nightgown.

Finally, Michelle looked at the clock and said it was time for them to go upstairs. She stopped Rob from going into his room. "I have the bigger bed," she explained. "We'll all sleep together there. You'll sleep in my bed every night."

He entered Michelle's bedroom after brushing his teeth. "Oh, I was wondering when the session was going to start."

Iris sat on a straight chair facing him, a hairbrush in her hand. "Rob, will be it an issue if I am a participant, one of your kinky girlfriends? Are you going to relive what I did to you in the club?"

He dropped to his knees and kissed the hand holding the hairbrush. "I know you so much better now, Mistress. I won't have a problem."

Michelle objected. "There are no mistresses here, as odd as it sounds to even me. Greet us by our names."

Rob nodded.

"Stand, dear," Iris said. "Hands behind your back, they'll have something to do in a minute."

She touched one finger to his chest, tracing down the embroidery decorating the bodice of his night gown. Her touch moved about, it was perfectly clear where she was going but she was in no hurry to get there. Rob had always liked the feeling of someone caressing him through his lingerie. He felt his dick swelling, aroused by both the feeling of her hand and the thought of what her hand might do.

When her hand finally reached further down, his erection was easy to find. Her touch, through the soft nightgown, was simply sensuous at first, but soon his breathing became irregular as she teased and tickled, still with just one finger. Then, slowly, her entire hand slid around him. She moved slowly up and down, stroking his hard dick with the satin of his nightgown.

She gave him encouragement in a soft, seductive voice. "That's the way. Lose yourself in this sensation and you can learn to lose yourself in other sensations."

She used the hairbrush to slowly lift the hem of his nightgown. Her other hand stroked him through the silky material. Then his dick was exposed and her fingers gently wrapped around it. Michelle, behind him, gathered up his skirts and gave them into his hands to hold aside for Iris. He began to have a difficult time keeping his eyes focused. His hips began to make involuntary motions.

His eyes snapped open when her felt lips on the head of his dick. Iris was giving him a slow, wet kiss.

Michelle's quiet voice came from close behind him. "We don't want you to come tonight, Rob. It isn't your responsibility, it's ours. You just warn us if you're getting close. If you come it will be our doing, not yours. Best if you give it no thought. Don't work at it. But do tell us in advance. You know the feeling, you'll know when to warn us."

The next thing Iris did seemed like exactly the right thing to do. She guided Rob to bend over her lap, never releasing her soft grip on his erection. As he bent over, on impulse he turned his head and gave her a kiss. She returned the kiss eagerly, her lips opening and her tongue probing. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was every bit as nice as I'd hoped it might be."

Rob knew this position, he'd done it with Michelle just a week earlier. Iris guided his dick to be held between her legs. The multiple layers of her skirt made the sensation more exquisite. He didn't try to hold himself up, he relaxed across her legs, hands just touching the floor and legs dangling.

He immediately felt Iris' hand making circles on his bum. Her hand was removed, he tensed for the first hit. But her hand returned to simply stroke him. The hand was removed, he tensed, but she returned to stroking. After several tries, he was relaxed even through he was likely to be spanked. Iris' voice, coaching him, was quiet as a breath. "There, that's the way. Relax, don't work at all. This is how you let it happen."

The first spank seemed like just a love-pat, then her hand was caressing his bum in circles. When the hand was removed, he didn't tense. The second spank seemed a bit stronger, the process was repeated. By the fifth or sixth spank, Rob realized she was hitting him pretty hard, but he wasn't reacting to it by tensing, he was just relaxed, taking it in. Each spank pushed his hips forward, thrusting his hard dick through her soft nightgown. The intensity of her hits increased and she reached a steady pattern of just spanking him. His bottom had a warm sensation, but nothing hurt. It felt quite sensuous, more so because of the stimulation to his dick.

He had no idea how much he'd been spanked, he hadn't tried to count and realized he didn't care. She stopped, returned to stroking circles on his bum with her fingertips. "Okay, lovely. You feel good right now, don't you?"

Rob could only sigh in response.

"Now the hairbrush, just a bit more intensity." Immediately he felt her her methodically hitting his bum with the hairbrush. The impacts had more effect on him, it seemed just on the edge of being painful. His erection moving between her thighs more than offset the discomfort. She stopped, her fingertips brushing in circles on his bottom. He realized, again, he had no idea of the count.

Her hand reached his shoulder to help him up, her legs parted to release his swollen dick, now so aroused it was almost painful.

Iris rose and put an arm around his shoulders, her other hand wrapping his nightgown around his erection, just holding him in her hand. She gave him a kiss. "There, that just felt nice, didn't it?"

Rob was lost in the sensation her hand was giving him. It took him a few seconds to process the question. "Oh, god, it felt good, Mistress," he replied. He followed his impulse to return her kiss; for a moment they intertwined in a sensuous embrace as two lovers.

He was feeling the stimulation building from her hand. "What can I do for you in return for this?" He wanted to kneel, slip his head under her nightgown and lick her until she came, and told her exactly that.

"Why, that would be lovely dear, but Michelle has something for you now."

Rob turned to Michelle, who stood with a cane in her hands. He turned to the chair, leaned down and put his hands flat on the seat. He was surprised to see Michelle, laughing, then set the cane down against her dresser. She bent over him, her hand taking a firmer grip on his dick than Iris had. "It's too soon for the cane, but it's good to see you don't hesitate."

She guided him to her bed, to lay on his back in the center. Michelle slowly pulled his night gown back up to expose his rampant dick. Her fingers began caressing him. Iris put out the lights and climbed into bed on the other side. Michelle took advantage of the motion to move downwards. Rob was surprised to feel a kiss on his sensitive head while Iris settled her head on his shoulder. Soon a mouth engulfed his erection. She began bobbing up and down. In a short time, Rob cried out. "Oh, stop, stop, Mistress or you'll make me come!"

Her mouth stayed on his head, but she reduced the stimulation. Slowly Rob relaxed, then slowly Michelle increased her stimulation. The second time, she stopped before Rob spoke up. She repeated the process a third time, this time waiting for him to cry out again before she stopped. She slowly moved his nightgown back down, letting it drag sensuously across his sensitive erection. Soon her head was on his shoulder. He lay there in the dark, incredibly aroused, with a woman on either shoulder.

Iris and Michelle each put their arms across him. As if coordinating, they each gave him a simultaneous kiss on the cheek.

He heard Michelle's voice, quiet in the dark room. "How do you feel now, Rob?"

"I'm very randy, yet I feel very relaxed."

Her hand touched his cheek, turning his face to her. She gave him a slow, sensuous kiss, her lips apart and her tongue caressing his. "Perfect."

Then it was Iris' hand on his check, turning him to her for an equally erotic kiss. "Sweet dreams." She ran her hand down his torso until it rested just beside his hard dick. He could feel the satin of his nightgown caressing him as he breathed. Despite his arousal, he fell asleep easily.

More than once during the night, it could have been in a dream, it might have actually happened, he felt a hand softly running up and down his erection.

Chapter 23

When Rob awoke Thursday morning, Michelle was in her en suite bath and Iris was already gone from the room. Rob yawned and stretched, immediately feeling the stimulation to his dick, just from moving a bit, feeling it start to harden. He sighed and got out of bed, going to use the toilet.

Michelle's voice stopped him. "No, I have plans for you right now." She dropped her robe to the floor, under it she was naked. She helped him out of his nightgown, Rob thinking everything she did was sensuous. She started the shower and in a moment she was bringing him into the shower with her.

Rob protested. "Michelle, I really need to use the toilet."

Her reply was to loosely cup her hand over his dick. "Pee here, now."

He looked at her in surprise. Her face was gentle and welcoming, it was not a dare, it was an invitation. It took him a few seconds, but he managed to start peeing, aware it was all flowing over her hand.

She bent over to put her mouth near his dick, used her hand to guide his stream into her mouth. She kept her hand on his dick as she stood up, then she spat a stream of his urine onto his chest. "You see, it's just salty water, there's no harm in playing with it."

She leaned in to kiss him, her mouth opening and her tongue penetrating his mouth. Without even thinking, he opened his mouth in response, then suddenly realized he was tasting his own urine in her mouth. Somehow, like this, there seemed nothing wrong with it, after all, she'd had the courage to hold it in her mouth.

When they were done kissing she turned to rinse her mouth from the shower spray and he did likewise.

"There will be more like this over the coming few days. The mistress who calls it golden nectar is just unwilling to call it pee. The mistress who calls it a precious gift and assumes you'll always accept it doesn't understand you at all. You know who I speak of. Even a very experienced sub should be told it's going to happen. But, Rob, don't be offended just because a woman wants to pee on you, even into your mouth. With consent it's a little variety, a change from the usual routine, nothing more."

She soaped Rob, then rinsed him, then invited him to do the same for her. They stepped out and dried off. Rob went back to his room to dress, carrying his nightgown. There he found Iris laying lingerie out on his bed. All he saw was stockings, a waist cincher with garters and his cardigan.

"Should I pick out a dress to go with these?"

"No, this is all you're to wear this morning." She gave him a smile. "We want you even randier. If we were humiliating a man, we would have him nude with us clothed. But I think you in stockings will turn on you as well as us."

To Rob's relief, no one suggested he go out to collect the newspaper.

The morning was an odd mix of normal routine and erotic interludes. Iris and Michelle were still wearing their nightgowns, giving him continual visual stimulation. Michelle gave him a series of domestic chores to do, just to keep him occupied and moving around.

Rob cleaned up after breakfast, his dick partially erect. As he was finishing putting away dishes, Iris tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to her, she began to kiss him, the passion building as they stood in the kitchen, arms about each other. Rob was very aware of the head of his dick softly rubbing against the silky material of her nightgown. He found himself thinking about the time spent over her knee the previous night.

Iris took his dick in her hand and held him as she finished kissing. She bent over and put a warm, wet kiss on his head. As if on impulse, she suddenly plunged him into her mouth and bobbed down and up a few times, sucking lightly. She popped back up and gave him one last kiss, her tongue penetrating his mouth forcefully. "There. Nearly the same as a cock in your mouth, no?"

"And all the closer I'll ever get!" Rob retorted.

An hour later, it was Michelle's turn to intercept him. As he folded bedsheets he'd just laundered, she turned him, pinned him against the wall. As she kissed him, she moved herself slowly up and down, the satin of her nightgown giving his hardening dick exquisite caresses. She finished a kiss and giggled. "I'm having fun. Your buttons are well hidden but such fun to push once found."

She leaned in to kiss him more, this time with one hand around his neck and the other firm gripping his erection. Rob became lost in the sensation, he could feel the effect her hand was having, the tension was building. Finally he broke off the kiss. "You should stop soon."

Her smile was just a bit sinister as she continued to pump him, looking him in the eye. "Doesn't it bother you we're deciding when you come?"

"Jenny and I did a lot of tease and denial when we were first getting started. We had a good time with it."

"Perhaps." She had a mysterious tone, but soon she stopped stimulating him. She gave him another kiss. "Be a dear and go find Iris, I think she has reason to check on you as well."

Iris was in her guest room. She guided him to lie on her bed and sat beside him. As she ran her hands up his legs, he felt his dick quickly harden. She wrapped her fingers around his erection and began to softly stroke him. "I'm enjoying my time with you here, more fun than I've had in years. As Supreme Mistress, I was always in performance, always on display. I'd forgotten how a session could be just quiet, intimate play time." She gave him a kiss. "I know our first introduction was awful, for both of us. Truth be told I'm happy to be free to just have fun again."

"I'm having fun, too." It was a little strange for Rob having a mundane conversation while she stroked him. "I'm happy you're here to share in it. I'm happy we've reconciled how we first met. No matter what happens to me in the future, you're now a dear friend and I'll continue visiting you."

She stroked him for quite a long time as they chatted on many topics, serious and light. Along the way, Iris learned more about Jenny, about how he felt when a session with Helena went well and when a session didn't go well. Finally, she let him go, to return to his domestic chores.

Rob was polishing Michelle's dining table when he heard someone in heels walk into the room. He glanced over and saw Michelle, now changed into lingerie: a dark blue suspender belt and matching half-cup bra worn with black stockings. She wore no panties, the black peignoir she was wearing was not closed. He enjoyed the view for a few seconds, then returned to his polishing.

She watched him polish before speaking. "I saw last week how you lost yourself in polishing. It gave me a hint of how we might be able to help you reach subspace. Tell me how you feel, polishing."

"Well, not easy to express in words. There is a structure to it, a complete surface to be treated. In the instant, there is a slow rhythm with the polishing cloth, occasional interruptions for a bit more compound. I just found I could let go of my thoughts, let my mind wander, sometimes thinking, sometimes my mind blank."

"Every submissive who stays overnight here polishes the table. You're quite good at it. You know how we say you think too much during a session? I had one fellow visiting, two or three years ago, who submitted easily during a session, but thought too much when polishing. It turned out he resented doing domestic work. In time, I corrected his thinking."

She hopped up to sit on the table. "The next activity requires more kissing. I am quite enjoying the kissing." She gave him a big smile. "I don't usually get to kiss the men I torture." She hooked her leg behind his knees and pulled him closer. As he leaned in to kiss her, she began rubbing her stocking-covered leg over his stocking-covered leg. His dick hardened quickly. She didn't touch him, just kissed him and rubbed their legs together. The kisses lasted for five or ten minutes, then she let him continue polishing.

When she was done, she left for the kitchen. "I'll bet you could use a bit of warming, I'll heat soup for lunch."

They sat around the dining table, enjoying soup with cheese and bread. After lunch, washing dishes, he began to wonder how long this was going to go on. It didn't take him long to decide it didn't matter. Time didn't seem to have much consequence on this day.

As soon as he'd finished in the kitchen, Iris brought him out into the entry hall. She stood him just before the front door. "You know the front porch and door cannot possibly be seen from the street, right?" Rob nodded, confirming he knew. Iris took his dick in her hands, as he had learned to expect. Continuing to stroke him, she leaned across and opened the door all the way. There he stood, a man wearing nothing but stockings, heels and a feminine cardigan, with a woman in a nightgown stroking his erection. But the sensation having the greatest effect on him was the feel of the cold. Far from being a bad thing, this unusual sensation further aroused him. He quickly forgot he was exposed to the outside world.

"Now forward, out onto the steps with me," Iris whispered, one hand tugging on him as her other hand pressed on the small of his back to have him step forward. He took slow steps, Iris matching him. After a few steps he was past the door and on the top step, where she stayed. One more step would have had him descending the steps to the path, toward the street. Rob felt he might do anything Iris guided him to do.

After a few minutes, though, the spell was broken. The cold was getting to him, his erection was failing. Iris gave him a kiss and turned him to walk back inside, her hand caressing his bum as they walked. She took him up the stair to his bedroom. "Time for a spanking to warm you after the chill." She sat on his bed, guiding him to step between her legs. She pulled his erection to lay across her thigh, still covered in the multiple layers of her nightgown. With her push to his back he lay face down on the bed. Her other leg went over his legs dangling down, effectively locking him in position.

"Do you want me to count?"

"No, don't count. Counting is for submissives, requiring them pay more attention. We're working at not paying attention, not thinking. Just feel. I'm going to spank you to the right color of pink, not to a number of strokes." She released the two clasps from his stockings nearest the back of his legs, tucking the suspenders carefully up under the belt.

Unlike his last spanking, there were no preliminaries. She started right in, it felt more vigorous than when she'd spanked him the previous night. He wiggled and jerked in response, which rubbed his erection against her leg, as she intended. The sensation changed, the discomfort faded and he began to just feel the impacts and the sensation his bottom was being warmed. He did feel warmed all over as a result.

Iris kept up the spanking in a steady rhythm. Like Michelle, she gave the impression she could keep on indefinitely. She might have switched hands along the way, but Rob never noticed a shift. She worked methodically around his bum and the back of his thighs, giving him a broad, warn sensation across his entire back-side.

And then she stopped. He didn't try to get up, she didn't release him for a moment, she just sat there, hand on the center of his back to keep him in place. Then she hooked his garters back in place. Only then did she let him up. She asked him to turn to the bed and lean over, palms down on the coverlet as she picked up her phone. She directed him to move his feet further apart. He heard the click of a photo being taken, then a second.

She had him sit on the bed beside her. To his surprise, after such a long spanking, there was no discomfort from sitting. Holding up her phone, she showed him the two photos she had taken. "This is about the most erotic image I can think of." He could see his reddened cheeks, their color a stark contrast to the skin of his back above or the legs below. The reddest part was framed by the straps of his garters.

"May I see?" Rob looked up to see Michelle, now fully dressed in a wool skirt, cotton blouse and embroidered vest, stepping into the room. She, too, found the photos quite erotic.

"Rob we're done with sessions until after dinner now. You've been a good sport, but now we'd like you to get dressed again. Wear a bra. We'd be very pleased if you had a petticoat under your skirt." Rob chose his outfit. As he dressed the two women sat on his bed, admiring the details of the two intimate photos Iris had just taken of Rob. Soon, though, they were expressing delight at what Rob had chosen to wear: his satin maid uniform, the skirt too short and spread wide by two petticoats.

"Rob, I was expecting you to dress in something more practical for the chill." Michelle was enjoying the view. Iris quickly snapped a picture before Rob realized she still had her phone out.

"I'll be warm enough, thank you." Rob slipped on his Mary Jane shoes with two inch heels.

"I know we've run you about today. You have the rest of the afternoon to yourself. I've order dinner delivered, if you want to meet the delivery man at the door dressed as you are." She gave him a smirk.

"This is better than I was the last time."