Tim’s jaws dropped. “I thought …..”

“Yes Tim, you thought. There was no maid in here today. Your clothes didn’t go to the cleaners. Now please get them on.”

“What did you agree with Cheryl?” he asked in a timid voice.

Shallara was still battling to come to terms with the new Tim. Gone was the arrogant, self-confident, egotistical male who had walked into her life just a couple of weeks ago.

“Cheryl isn’t here, Tim. And hasn’t been today”

He peered around the pillar and into the sitting room. “Then, where are the ladies from the office? I heard them.” He looked at Ariella accusingly. “You said they saw everything!”

Shallara’s shook her head and smiled. “No Tim, they weren’t here. There was no-one in the apartment all evening except for the three of us….and ….an MP3 with recorded laughter and clapping on it. Now come along, I really think that this time you really do need to leave before we find some other way for you to amuse us. But there is one last thing we need to take care of, because something tells me that we will not be seeing you for a long while to come! Ariella, please fetch Tim’s final account for me; it is sitting on the printer next to my desk.”

The silence was heavy and oppressive as they waited for Ariella to return. Shallara stared straight at Tim, while he hung his head disconsolately, studying his shoes. At last it was handed over to Shallara. “Let’s go over this together, Tim, so we have a perfect agreement,” she suggested, her voice the model of reason.

She stood next to Tim, and pointed at the first item. “Two hours of counseling – no charge. I am waiving our fees for today, Tim, so you should have no hard feelings. Second item: cosmetics and makeup – no charge. Third item: stainless steel chastity device – seven hundred dollars. ”

Tim looked at her sullenly and her response chilled him to the core. “I need to tell you about that chastity device, Tim. It is the best one can get today – the price should tell you that! But there are a couple of things you should keep in mind. Firstly, you do need to keep yourself empty, else prostate problems can occur. You do need to either get milked or find some way to do it to yourself on a regular basis. Secondly, the lock on it is tamper-proof.”

Shallara looked at Ariella who had started to giggle. “Ariella, what’s on your mind?”

Ariella grinned. “I was just having this vision of Tim sitting on top of a counter in a locksmith’s shop, with a white shirt and tie, knees wide apart, while some macho tradesman fiddles between his legs trying to open the lock!”

Shallara suppressed a grin and continued. “I wouldn’t try the locksmith route, Tim. Any fiddling with the lock is likely to result in permanent damage to it, and it is unlikely ever to be opened.”

“So how do I get it unlocked?”, he snapped

“I will tell you in a minute. First I need to do something. Drop your pants, your boxers and bend over!”

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Tim asked, “Whip me again?”

“No, Tim, just do it! I told you I wouldn’t spank you again unless you asked me to.” Shallara’s voice seemed to have taken on that hypnotic tone again. From somewhere, the sound of Orinoco Flow seemed to start up, and Tim found himself complying.

“Now reach back and spread your cheeks, please Tim.” Shallara gently massaged the small of his back, then pausing for a moment,, she reached into a pocket and pulled out a latex glove, a tube of lubricant and a small bottle of capsules. Once again, Tim felt his bud being gently massaged, and as he relaxed, a finger gently pushed its way in, and was rapidly withdrawn. Shallara dropped the tube and bottle back into her pockets, and pulled off the gloves with a snap. Holding with them with the tips of her fingers, she disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of hem and wash her hands.

“Thank you Tim, please stand up and get your pants back up. I think we need to finish going through the account. We were talking about the chastity belt, I think?”

She unfolded the section of the statement that had been hidden. Her red nail ran down the account. “Ah!” she exclaimed excitedly, “here is something that will interest you! Video and chastity key – market rate”

“What do you mean, market rate?” came the immediate and obvious question

Shallara eyes settled on his, and an amused smile twisted her lips. “So Tim, you will agree that we didn’t make any money on this counseling session with you?”. She didn’t pause for an answer. “…so, what I have done, is to list the key and the video we made this afternoon on eBay. You must admit that is a fair way of assessing the market value of these two interesting items? I actually pre-listed them while you were busy with Ariella. I must tell you there is a lot of interest!”

She paused for a moment, and watched for the shock to set it. There was no reaction, so she continued.

“Because we have built up such a warm relationship, Tim, I am going to give you some inside information on how the bidding seems to be going. The ladies in you office were really grateful to me for having made them aware in advance that this might be happening. They seem to have decided that the best way to increase their buying power to win the auction is to create a syndicate, and focus on winning the auction for the key. I must tell you, there has been some brisk bidding from it, as it really is quite a novelty, and the price is rising at an astonishing rate! Why don’t you go home and join the bidding? You could buy your freedom, and you know it is at a market related price.”

Shallara continued, “Now, the video also has some interest to your ladies, but their resources are committed to the key. However, it seems that a few of the adult video makers just love these candid ‘amateur’ videos, and given that this one was of such high quality, there is considerable movement on that price. I must tell you Tim, I am so grateful to you for having signed that waiver and for turning the rights over to me!”

Her eyes shone, as she prepared to wrap up. She thrust the account at Tim. “Tim, I think you need to be leaving now. Ariella and I have some unfinished business to take care of. I need to find out where she misplaced your key, and maybe teach her a lesson about being so careless with such a valuable item.”

Shallara paused. She stood next to Tim, her hands on her waist, the account gripped loosely between the fingers of her right hand. He could smell the perfume wafting off her, but could not get himself to respond to her presence. The bad news just seemed to be coming at him as if from a fire-hose.

Her sultry voice continued, “Before you go, there is just one teeny-weeny bit of information I still need to give you. When you bent over for me a few minutes ago, I may have slipped a glycerin suppository into your bum.” She looked dramatically at her watch. “If I did, and there is no way you will know until the effects do or don’t happen…they usually take about ten minutes to work. If and when it happens, you really don’t want to be caught out in the open!. My advice to you would be leave now without any more argument, and find somewhere private – the effects can be rather dramatic and embarrassing!”

Shallara held the door open for Tim to exit. “….and Tim, you should take the stairs; the elevators seem to take for ever to arrive at this floor.” She watched as he started to walk down the corridor, but start to jog in panic as soon as he thought he was out of her view.

Shallara turned to Ariella. “Come, you little minx! Let’s go and watch the bidding.”

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* Note: This story contains elements of forced domination that could be upsetting to some readers.

Tim looked up miserably as Ariella returned to the room. He expected her to be followed by Cheryl Stern. This was surely the end of his job and certainly the end of life as he currently enjoyed it. He was surprised to see Ariella was alone.

“It was Cheryl at the door, Lady Shallara. She brought a few of the girls around from the office. She thought we might be able to have a bit of a planning session around the makeup project, and was wondering if she could show the girls some of the video. I though that a preview of the session we did today might be rather fun!”

She grinned in Tim’s direction; he turned red, and then the blood drained from his face. “I took them into the sitting room and suggested the wait there until I had spoken to you. I wasn’t quite sure if you were still planning to call security?”

Shallara rocked back on her heels, and then brought up her hand to her face. She rested her chin on her hand, her long index finger pointing up the side of her cheek. The red nail stood out in sharp relief against her pale skin. She stood there for a few moments thinking, as she looked down at the miserable Tim.

“Ariella, do me favor pet, take Cheryl into my office. I would like to have a word with her in private and see if we can’t work something out. Make the ladies a cup of tea, and then come back and attend to Tim. I want him shaved, milked and caged.” She smiled at the hapless Tim. “I think this may be your lucky break – if you cooperate!”

Moments later, Ariella reappeared. She reached for a carton of wet wipes and handed them across to Tim. “Off with your gown and then wipe yourself with these towelettes. You need to be shiny clean, back and front.”

Tim reached for them, and shrugged off the nylon gown. He felt as if he was living a nightmare, as he stripped the damp towelettes from the pack, and rubbed his pubic area vigorously. Self consciously, he reached forward, and washed between his thighs.

“Bend forward Tammy, I want that bum really clean, and I mean it. Really clean!”. Ariella grimaced, making no pretense at hiding her disgust at the performance taking place in front of her. At last Tim reported in a husky voice that he was finished.

“Right, now hop up unto the little table over there. Lie on your back and get into the diaper position.” He looked at her quizzically. “On your back Tammy, and legs up and spread. Grip your legs from behind your knees. Like a baby who needs its diaper changed…move it!”

It just seemed to get worse and worse for him. With his most intimate parts exposed, Ariella quickly trimmed away the bulk of the hair. As a hairdresser and esthetician, she was in her comfort zone, and she worked fast and efficiently. The wiry hair dropped off onto the table, with a sprinkling falling to the ground.

Ariella turned back to the washbasin, and returned with a warm, wet towel. Dressed in her green scrubs, Tim fantasized for a minute that she was a nurse and that this was a routine procedure. She gently plucked his penis up between her thumb and nail, and wiped his pubic areas down. He felt himself responding, but she dropped him before there could be any further stimulation. She turned back to the basin, and this time reappeared with a razor and can of shaving cream. As he watched, she sprayed the white foam onto his private areas, and gently, but quickly, rubbed it in. In efficient strokes, she slid the safety razor across his pubis, leaving it bald and damp.

He watched as she rinsed the cream off the razor, and returned to tackle the area between his legs. Her touch was gentle, and her concentration intense. There was no longer that sense of mockery hanging in the air. She worked happily, humming melodies from Enya’s “Paint The Sky with Stars” album. As she patted him dry, and sprinkled baby powder over him, his mind began to churn again. The scent from the powder and his undignified pose, evoked thoughts of an unhappy baby having his nappy changed by a caring nanny.

He watched Ariella pull on a pair of tight baby-blue latex gloves, and pick up a tube of ointment. She squeezed a glob of lubricant onto his puckered bottom hole, and gently worked it in with the middle finger of her right hand. It surprised Tim at how pleasant it actually felt, and as her fingers probed deeper and deeper, he relaxed himself to allow her easy entry. Ariella began to rhythmically plunge her finger in and draw it out, and after a few moments, she stopped, reaching into his depths to search for the almond sized gland that held his semen.

She smiled down at him tenderly. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked. “Would you like me to continue?”

“Yes, please!” came the husky reply.

“Well, here’s the deal.” She bent over and kissed him on the forehead. “I will do it for you, Tammy, but you will have to pay me, and ask for it.”

“How much do you want?”

“Well, let’s see. Fifty dollars would do it for me. A little bit extra spending money! Your wallet is over there on the dressing table. You need to get up, hand me the fifty dollars, and then get on your knees and ask me very nicely to please do it.”

Tim looked stunned.

“Now, Tim, otherwise I am going to call Lady Shallara and tell you that you are not cooperating!”

Tim let go of his knees, and rolled over into a sitting position. He got of the desk, stiff and sore. He padded over to his wallet, extracted the bill, and knelt as instructed. “Ariella, please will you take this in payment to do that thing to me.”

“I beg your pardon, Tim? You want me to do what?”

“Fuck me from behind, please Ariella!!! Here is a small payment if you will. Please!”

“Ok, since you asked so nicely,” came Ariella’s response, “Get onto that table. On your knees, head down, bum high up.”

Tim clambered awkwardly back up unto the desk, watching as Ariella slid a hand held dildo from a long, narrow box. It had a little curve at the one end, ideal for massaging the prostate. She lubed it up. “Reach back and spread your cheeks; you asked for this and you are going to get it!”

He expected the worst with this new tone in her voice, but she was surprising tender. She pushed it against the glistening rose of his hole, and gently eased it in. As he relaxed, she began to slowly and rhythmically push it in and out, carefully angling the dildo to ensure that the prostate was touched with each stroke. Her free hand comfortingly massaged the small of his back.

Tim found himself respond, rocking himself backwards and forwards to match her strokes, moaning and sucking in his breath each time she hit the spot. It almost felt like a masturbatory itch that he just couldn’t get her to scratch enough. The rhythm picked up, and suddenly he felt a set of spasms flutter through his body. A warm stream of milky liquid flowed from his semi-erect member, dropping in a small puddle onto the desk.

He collapsed exhausted, as he felt the artificial phallus being withdrawn. It felt like déjà vue as he watched her clean up and he couldn’t place the thought. But as he watched Ariella, he realized it was just her style, the quick efficient movements of hairdresser cleaning up in a salon after a cut and rinse. He had seen her perform like this in her salon. She quickly wiped off the dildo, and dropped it into a plastic bag for later sterilization. A roll of paper towel, a basin of warm water and dishwasher soap, and the table beneath him was rapidly cleaned.

He sensed Ariella moving behind him, and she reached between his knees from behind to wipe of his penis. But her fiddling didn’t stop; something clicked around the base of his member, and as he looked down in surprise, he watched as she swiftly attached a curved stainless steel tube-like looking attachment to the ring. “It’s a chastity device, Tammy. Not only will you not be able to touch yourself at all, but you will need to sit down to pee!!” Ariella giggled. “I am so, so silly!!! I remember know that Lady Shallara told me she had already taken care of those two issues with hypnosis!!! Oh well, you will now be physically constrained too!”

Ariella playfully swung the key in front of Tim, before dropping it down her cleavage. “You are not going to get that very easily. I am not even sure who I am going to give it to. Cheryl perhaps …. or maybe one of the ladies in your office. Hmmmm…let me think about that for a bit.”

Ariella did a dramatic flourish with her arms. As if to an imaginary audience, she painted a huge circle in the air with arms, and brought her hands together at the end, pointing her two index fingers at Tim’s entrapped member. “And here we have our milk maid – he just made milk!” As if on cue, a shrill set of cat-calls accompanied by cheers and hand clapping came drifting through the walls from the room next door. Tim watched glassy eyed, as Ariella walked over the dressing table and picked up a remote. She aimed it at a TV that was on the wall, and it flickered as it came to life. “Closed circuit TV, Tammy, let’s see what the girls were cheering. You must have given them quite a performance!”

Tim felt the bottom drop out of his world as the screen flickered briefly and then settled on an image of him handing over a cash note to Ariella. His voice came playing back to him loud and clear:” “Fuck me from behind, please Ariella!!! Here is a small payment if you will. Please!”

Tim buried his head in his hands, not daring to look, as the sound from the video droned on remorselessly. He heard his labored breathing, his pleas for more, his whimpers of pleasure, his groan of sexual release.

Tim was still kneeling, looking bemused, when Shallara walked back into the room. “I have a deal worked out for you with Cheryl, Tim. I don’t think I will have to call the security after all.” She gestured at the screen. It had reverted back to a still capture of the moment when the naked, face painted Tim, handed over a fifty dollar bill to Ariella. “….but if we ever do, I suspect we have some rather interesting material for them to view!”

Shallara looked at Tim thoughtfully, wondering how far she could push him, given his fragile state of mind. She toyed with a scenario in her mind where she would ask Tim how he would ever face the office ladies again, never mind the fact that he was their manager. She thought of telling Tim that she had negotiated a position for him with Cheryl at the same company, but as the mailroom clerk. He looked so dejected that she simply could not feel some compassion for him. At last she turned to Ariella. “Get him cleaned up, Ariella, and then let’s go together into the sitting room to meet the others.”

With his face cleaned up, naked except for the ridiculous looking contraption around his cock, Tim followed Shallara out of the room. Ariella brought up the rear, her eyes shiny with excitement. Shallara stopped in the entrance hall, and opened the coat cupboard door. “Your clothes, Tim. Get them on please and you can be out of here.”

Tim’s jaws dropped. “I thought …..”

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The intense discomfort Tim felt initially, walking into a room dressed only in flimsy red dressing gown, slowly gave way to a pleasurable experience. He was pleased to be away from the blond Shallara, whose dominant side seemed to have been unleashed. Ariella was different. She was warm and cuddly, and there was no hint of superiority as she beckoned him to sit down beside him. He half expected her to mock him, but it was all business and relationship.

“So Lady Shallara,” Ariella began. Tim’s mind reeled; there was that weird title she gave him! “…has told me,” Ariella continued, “that you need some feminine empathy training. So where we are going to start is on how challenging it is for the ladies to look their best in the morning. You men simply brush your teeth, shave and go. We ladies have a much tougher job. It takes skill, and I am going to teach you that skill so that you can come to appreciate it. Now, this is how we are going to do it. I am going to work on the right side of your face, and you are going to attempt the same on the left side. We are going to cover eyes, basic makeup, and lipstick application. You only have an hour booked with me, so we will need to move quite fast. You can practice when you get home, and in your next session, we can learn some other skills together.”

Ariella clasped his face between her two palms and swiveled him around to look directly at her. “Now the eyebrows….lets trim them and get rid of the stray hairs around your brow. We can thin them out later if necessary.” She picked up a comb, and using it as a guide, she quickly trimmed the right eyebrow down reasonably short. She deftly plucked away all the surrounding stray hairs, and attacked the lower brow line with quick, sharp plucks. The top line followed, and in what seemed like no time at all, she had a perfectly arched, smooth eyebrow.

It was only then that the enormity of what had just transpired hit him. His right eyebrow was now plucked like a lady’s!! He was going to have to face the outside world looking like this. And he would look really silly if his left eyebrow was left in its current state. Fumbling, he picked up the pair of scissors and attempted to trim neatly across the left brow. With each snip, it became more and more obvious that he was cutting uneven lengths, almost getting down to the skin in places.

“Here, let me help you, “offered Ariella, “I can get that all straightened out for you! The only problem is that I am going to have to cut the right side down even further to match it.”

“No…leave it alone” growled Tim.

“Your choice, Tammy, let’s try out the eye shadow.” Ariella reached out for a blue palette.

“Wait ! You just called me Tammy? It’s Tim, always has been Tim and always will be!” he snapped.

She gazed at him with a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Lady Shallara told me that when you are in feminine sensitivity training, I am always to call you Tammy. She was quite specific about it. If I don’t, I will get punished….and you know how painful that is!”

He looked at her quizzically. “So, how would she ever know?” he asked. He followed her pointer to a little glass dome mounted on top of the dressing table. “We’re being recorded, Tammy. All my sessions with you are. You remember you signed a waiver during your first session with Lady Shallara that all your sessions would be recorded for training purposes? And that she owned the rights to them? Well…..you are on candid camera” She broke out into a broad grin.

Her application of the eye shadow was flawless. She applied a base blue shade on the entire lid, and blended it up to about halfway to the eyebrows. As a finishing touch, she added a thin line under the lower lashes. And then her fun started as she watched him trying to emulate her. He pulled down on his eyelid with his left hand as he tried to dab shadow on with his right. The color bled out at the sides, and at last she reluctantly halted him.

Time ran quickly, and Ariella decided to leave the foundation application lesson to the next session. They moved on to lipstick, and she chose a bright, apple-red lipstick. The results were almost comic, but she resisted the impulse to laugh. Perfectly made up on one side, from eyebrows down to lipstick, and an almost clownish appearance on the left.

“It’s a Revlon water-resistant lipstick, Tammy. You will just love how hard it is to smear and how long it takes to wear off! You can only remove it with makeup remover!”

The door to the room opened, and Shallara walked in, her heels announcing her presence. “Your time is nearly up Tim, and I have a guest coming in shortly, so you will need to start getting yourself ready to go.”

Ariella looked knowingly at Tim. “I heard Lady Shallara telling you at the end of last session to bring a lady’s purse with some makeup remover and facial cleanser in. You did do that, didn’t you?”

Tim shook his head.

“Oh dear…because we are fresh out of it here!! And trying to wash this makeup off with just water…well…you would do better not to. If I were you…I would just go home with it on and stop off at the drug shop on your way to get the cleanser”.

Tim gawked at Ariella. His focus was averted from her as Shallara began to talk.

“Sorry to interrupt, but there were a couple of things I just wanted you to know. Firstly, my guest is actually Cheryl Stern. Yes Tim, your HR Exec! She wanted to see the recordings we had made. She was thinking of running a makeup class at work for the ladies, and thought that this might be some really valuable instruction from Ariella that could be passed on.” She paused, and watched Tim’s jaw drop. The silence seemed to hang in the air

After what seemed like an eternity, she continued, “You may have heard the doorbell ring earlier? It was the cleaning lady coming in. Tim, she saw that pile of clothes piled in the lobby, and assumed they were dirty. She used her initiative and took them down to the dry-cleaner before she left. I am not sure which one it is, but she says they provide one day service, and she will bring them back tomorrow when she comes to do the apartment.”

Tim felt crushed. His world seemed to have come to an end. Nothing could make it worse. He jerked himself up straight as Shallara continued: “Tim, your session time has now come to an end. You will have to leave my apartment now.”

He exploded: “Leave? How can I? Look at my face! Look at what I am wearing, and you want me to leave in a see-through, nylon dressing gown? And you have this all recorded, and you want to have the recordings shown to my work colleagues? What sort of person are you? You are evil!!” He bowed his head, and cradled it in his arms on the dressing table.

“It’s good to cry, Tim” Shallara gently held his shoulders. “Just let the tension out. It’s what females do, and you have often been heard to mock them about!! But it will make you feel better. But in a few minutes, you really do need to go.”

He looked up and stared at her savagely. “You can’t make me!”

“Well, Tim,” she responded, “In just a few minutes, there will be three ladies in here and just you. So I wouldn’t start getting physical, if I were you. And to be quite honest, you are starting to wear me out. If you don’t start making a move, I am going to call security and tell them there is a pervert trespassing in my apartment, and would they please come and take you away.

He looked at her aghast. “OK, you win; you have humiliated me and backed me into a corner. What do you want from me?. Is this about money? A bit of blackmail?”

“I want nothing from you, Tim,” came the reasoned response, “nothing. I just want you to leave my apartment. You booked this session of your own accord, you didn’t follow my recommendation to bring a facial cleanser with you, and you left your clothes out where any reasonable person would assume they were dirty and soiled and needed laundering. Now I just need you to leave.”

Shallara sat on a padded vanity stool next to him, and took his hand. “Change has to come from within, Tim. I can’t make you stop being cruel to your female colleagues. You have to learn what it is like to live their role in life and respect what they face and accomplish. And in a situation like this, it is not what I want to do to you. It is not about me blackmailing or punishing you. You have to assess the situation and take some actions that will get you out of here without hurting others. And I can tell you Tim, having you holed up in my apartment for the night is not an option.”

He looked at her, broken and defeated. His voice took on a whining, pleading tone, “What other options do I have Shallara? I can’t walk out into the streets dressed like this and with my face made up like this! Please help me! Show some pity, please!”

She looked at him, and then picked up the phone that was sitting on the dressing table. “I am calling security. You have thirty seconds to get out of my apartment.”

The doorbell rang. “Ariella, please go and let Cheryl in…thanks honey. Show her in here, if you wouldn’t mind?”

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Shallara opened the door to let Tim in. He moved quickly into the entrance lobby, and looked at Shallara quizzically. “You said that you wanted me undressed, and kneeling, Lady Shallara. Where would you like me to get undressed?” His tone was respectful and submissive. “Why, here would do just fine I think!” came the response, “fold you clothes neatly, put them in the coat cupboard on the upper shelf, and wait for me here”. She turned on her heels, and he could hear her move back into the sitting room.

Starting with his shoes and socks, Tim started to get undressed. This couldn’t be happening to him! Yet it was. The period pains had been all too real, and if this was the price he had to pay, well, it was just one evening, and he would pay it. The pains had to be psychosomatic, and he was sure that in time the effect of her spell (she called it hypnosis!) would wear off; he just had to swallow his pride and ride this period of his life out. He had gone shopping as instructed, and it became all too obvious as he removed his slacks, that the silk red panties had now become part of his attire. Hidden and secret, he had to admit that he actually enjoyed their sensual touch!

He stripped down to his bright red panties, bundled his clothes into the corner and knelt down on the door mat and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard the tell-tale click of Lady Shallara’s heels, and her sharp tone caused him to flush. “Straighten your back, Tim, don’t slouch like that!! Get your hands behind your head, now!”

The words stung, and the harshness surprised him. She eyed him critically. “Tim, Lose the armpit hair…it is an absolute turn off for me. Either shave it or ask Ariella for some advice on depilation, but it has to go! If I see it again, I will have her use her Epilator on it. Don’t know what that is? Just try it. And if she needs to use it, I am going to tell her to use it on n your pubic hair too!”

Despite her casual sun dress, she came across as a no-nonsense dominant. As she stood directly in front of him, her sandaled feet almost touching his knees, her hands on her hips, he suddenly sensed that he was in beyond his depth. This was no therapist; this was a domme, and the flashback to his spanking at her hands made him scared.

“You just bundled your clothes up! I would have expected you to fold them carefully. This is not a good way to behave” Shallara snapped.

“The maid can tidy then away,” he shrugged.

“Be careful what you wish for in Mysteria, Tim. It often has way of coming to pass!” she replied..

“The clock’s ticking, Tim. You’re on a double rate now because it is so late in the evening. You’re lucky it’s not triple as you have both Ariella’s and my rate to cover”. His heart sank even further; surely she couldn’t have her here? “You can stand up and follow me into the dressing room over there. Ariella is going to help you brighten your day and put a smile on your face.” Tim no longer took any of Shallara’s words at face value, and his instinct warned him that this was not a smile that was going to be filled with joy.

“May I first go to the washroom? It was a long ride over here.” His tone was sullen and flat

“Of course, you can! It’s the door right over there,” Shallara returned. “I will be waiting right here for you.” She watched the door close, and listened to the waterfall that seemed to take ages before the supply became exhausted. The toilet flushed and Tim walked out, a well built man in silk red panties.

“Tim, I didn’t hear the tap running. Did you wash your hands? And what is that wet spot on your panties?”

He looked down, and turned a bright shade of red. “Umm…I guess I didn’t shake myself properly.”

“You didn’t what? Shake yourself properly? You were in my bathroom, dammit!!! There are rolls and rolls of tissue paper in there, and you didn’t shake yourself? What about drying yourself? We all do it!”

She pushed the door open and glanced inside. “So you come into my washroom, you splash on the floor, you don’t dry yourself and you didn’t wash your hands. And then you walk out leaving the seat up!!! Look at the rim of the toilet. Why is it yellow? Why did you leave your disgusting pubic hairs on it?” Her verbal explosion rocked Tim. It was definitely not going to be a pleasant evening. The floor wasn’t going to open him up and swallow him, and there was no escape.

Shallara recovered her composure. Her voice reverted to a passive-aggressive reasoned tone. “So this is exactly why men need to be taught to sit down like females to pee, Tim. Do you see why? If you sat down, there wouldn’t be any of this disgusting mess to clean up, would there Tim? I am going to give you five minutes to clean it up. There is disinfectant under the basin. When you are finished, you will return to your kneeling position in the entrance hall. And for Pete’s sake…get those soiled panties off!! There is a clean dressing gown hanging behind the door.”

Minutes later, he was back in position. A sheer, pink nylon dressing gown clung to his body contours, and his face looked downcast and sad. He looked so cute there, kneeling in submission that she almost wanted to let him off the hook. The arrogance was long gone, and Shallara saw a man who was close to tears.

He looked up at mournfully, and eyed the strap that swung from the belt at her waist. “I suppose you are going to whip me again?”

“No Tim, I will only whip you if you ask for it. In fact you would have to beg me for it!!” She chuckled. “I cannot imagine that happening tonight!”

Tim shook his head. “Not a chance!. Not after what you did to me last time. Nothing you do or say could entice me to ask you for a whipping….”

“Come with me, Tim, we are going to give you some help and offer some strategies for coping with your, with your…” Shallara hunted for the right phrase. “…with your… bathroom habits. But I am not going to punish you for this specific incident. We do have some open issues still…we will address those later though. ”

She took him by the hand and led him into the lounge. The music, Enya’s Orinoco Flow, was a complete giveaway for him. He knew what was coming as soon as she sat him down, but he wasn’t prepared for the suddenness of it. The last thing he remembered was looking right into her eyes, and the snap of her fingers clicking against her thumbs.. ”Sleep for me Tim, Sleep now!” Her voice seemed to float in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t sleep and it wasn’t a state of awareness. He was vaguely aware of the strange feeling of the nylon dressing gown, but it felt strangely comforting,

“Tim, whenever you go to the bathroom, you will sit down to pee…..you will keep your thighs together, and your clit pointed down…we will always refer to your penis as a clit going forward Tim….you will point it down and squeeze it between your thighs to ensure that there is no chance of splash…..you will keep your thighs and knees together and your feet only slightly apart…you will dab yourself dry before your get off the seat, it’s the only hygienic thing to do…keeping everything dry and hygienic is extremely important to you, Tim…you will clean up any drops you inadvertently drop…..”

The voice droned on and on, repeating the messages and instructions. And finally it was over. Shallara clicked her fingers and commanded “Wake now – awake and alert”. Tim rapidly surfaced from his trance and looked slightly bemused. “Come along, Tim, we have now used thirty minutes of your session. We need to get going with your program. Let’s go into the dressing room next door.” Shallara took his hand and led him through the entrance hall and through a door into a room he had never entered.

Sitting in front of a vanity table, sat a bored looking Ariella. “Hi Tim, I have been waiting for you! Come and sit down here beside me.”

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As the door to Shallara’s apartment edged open, Tim felt as if his heart had stopped beating. The self assured executive that had stood at this door just a couple of weeks ago had been transformed into someone who was nervous and needed reassuring. His hands were clammy and he felt short of breath. His bowels felt as if they were turning to water.

Shallara’s smile seemed to melt him. She seemed almost compassionate as she reached out and took his had. “Come in, Tim, let’s go through to the sitting room.” Once again, she was elegantly dressed. A rust colored summer frock seemed to trace out the curves on her slight body, and set off her short blond hair. Her tanned, slender calves seemed to flow down into delicate feet that ended in eye-catching red painted toe-nails. High heeled sandals, strappy and fire-engine red, made her seem taller than she really was, and they seemed to float across the deep piled, cream carpet as she led the way into the living area.

He was relieved to see that Ariella wasn’t in the apartment; simply recalling the embarrassment of his previous two encounters with her made him burn with shame. Shallara led him back to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat him down. As if in a dream, he watched her as she elegantly picked up that distinctive bottle of Laphroaig Islay whisky, and splashed a measure of it into the crystal glass. As she handed it to him, the light sparkled off the cut glass, glowing golden from within.

The peaty aroma from the scotch seemed to mingle with the smoke from the hearth. Just a sip of it and he seemed to find himself drifting into a relaxed state. He sensed Shallara standing behind him, and the tension melted away as she gently massaged his shoulders. The haunting tones of Enya’s Orinocco Flow seemed to drag him down deeper and deeper into a comfortable trance. He could hear the word “Mysteria” being whispered over an over again in Shallara’s silky voice. It seemed to come originate from right within his head, and it was pleasantly re-assuring.

And then he realized that he had entered another world completely. It was comfortingly familiar, and as he looked around, he noticed the sensuous ladies in sun-frocks gliding along the paths in a lush garden. The soft sunlight filtered through the trees, casting the garden in a radiant, golden glow. Totally at peace with life, he felt overcome with a feeling of well-being and total relaxation. The gentle rubbing on his knotted shoulders had stopped, and he felt Shallara’s presence on the couch next to him.

“Welcome to Mysteria, Tim. I believe Ariella brought you down here last week. Nod your head if you recall this state”. Her voice was husky and sensuous, and her perfume seemed to fill his senses. Her presence seemed to have entered his very core, and he desperately wanted to be one with her. In his drowsy state he gave an almost imperceptible nod. “And Tim, I believe that she suggested to you that you would love to wear red silk boxers. They feel so good and so right”. He felt her fingers play lightly across his crotch. “Nod your head if you now wear red silk boxers, Tim”. Again, the faint nod.

“That really pleases me, Tim. You love to please your Lady Shallara. Such a good boy!”. Tim felt his feeling of well being move up to another level. Somehow, she had managed to slip his zipper down, and he could feel his manhood start to harden as she rubbed him delicately through the silk material. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” she asked again. “And as good as it feels Tim, it can feel even better. Listen carefully. I want you to go to Victoria’s Secret and buy a few pairs of red silk panties. It is for me, Tim. Whatever you think would please me. Whatever you think would turn me on. Nod your head if you want to do this for me, Tim”

“But Tim”, she continued, “You are to buy them in a size that will fit you. And whenever you come to see me, you will be wearing red silk panties. It will feel so right, Tim. It will excite you that you are doing this for me. ..and now Tim, we must go deeper, because there is something else I want to tell you. Deeper down now. Feel yourself relaxing further and further. Feel how good it feels to sink into a deeper and deeper trance. All you can hear now is my voice. It seems to be entering every pore of your body. ….”

Her voice seemed to drone on and on. And then suddenly, it stopped, and once again, as he surfaced to a lighter trance, he heard her again. It was as if time had been interrupted, and he had absolutely no recollection of what she had gone on in the interim.

“Before we leave Mysteria, Tim, there is something else I want to tell you. You really will please me if you always kneel in my presence Tim. My apartment is just another place in Mysteria, and you know that males always kneel before their Ladies in Mysteria Whenever you first enter into my presence in Mysteria, I expect you to request permission to undress. You will carefully fold your clothes and place them in a neat stack in my coat cupboard. And then you will kneel, dressed only in your silk underwear. You really want to serve me well, and please me, don’t you Tim? Nod your head if you want to serve and please me in Mysteria please.” The nod was barely noticeable. “I am going to count you up now, from one to five, and then we are going to have a chat. At the count of five, you will be wide awake and alert. Now, one, you feel the energy coming back into your body, two……..and five, wide awake and ready to serve”.

As Tim came back to a fully awake state, he sat up and looked at the lady sitting on the chair next to him. He made a move, but she motioned him to sit still. “Tim, there is something I need to tell you. I need your conscious mind to understand what your sub-conscious mind is now up to, so that you can make the correct choices.” She smiled at him, and could imagine the turmoil that must be setting in to his mind. “Tim, Cheryl Stern told me that you had been making some inappropriate remarks in the office about…well, let’s be delicate…and say about the temperament of one of your colleagues that you attributed to a certain time of the month….shh….hear me out…please don’t interrupt !”

She reached out and clasped his hand, as she looked into his eye. “Tim, while you were…having a little nap over the last ten minutes, your subconscious and I were having a very deep chat.” She smiled. “I was explaining to it, over and over again, what the symptoms of a ladies period are.”

“Now, on an accelerated timetable, two weeks instead of four, but for only two days, you are going to feel many of the symptoms of a period. You are going to go home tonight, and in the forthcoming days, you will spend many of your spare moments doing research on the internet, understanding the cause, learning its affects. You are going to spend a few weeks being obsessed with the topic. The more your learn, the more you will sympathize. You are going to become acutely familiar with the pains in the abdomen, the bloating, the cramps. You will come to expect the nausea, headaches, and the indigestion. You are going to feel and live through it, and I am sure you will start feeling extremely empathetic to your female colleagues in the future! In fact, you are going to feel so empathetic, that you are going to start experiencing a period.”

Shallara watched him flush. “Live through the first two periods and experience what it is really. Reflect on how you start to react, how your emotional state changes. Use this as a period of reflection. It will only be after that, and only if I have an opening in my schedule, will I consider booking you an appointment to do some …let’s call it, feminization empathy counseling with you. We will do some female related activities together that you find so….so….irritating and trivial.”

Shallara stood up, and indicated to the very red faced Tim that the session was over. She took him by the hand and led him to the door. “Enjoy your lingerie shopping,! Oh…one other thing, Tim…” He looked at her expectantly. He seemed to her that he was crushed. The arrogant male that had come into her life just a few weeks ago was no longer. “Tim, next time you come, after a decent period… ”.

Shallara gave a dramatic and exaggerated pause, waiting for the pun to register, and then continued, “…you need to come here with a purse in hand, and inside that purse, I expect to find a bottle of facial cleanser and makeup remover”.

As the door closed behind him, she shucked off her heels, and moved over to her desk phone. “Ariella sweet ….it is me! This is going to be so much fun….”

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Ariella gently and rhythmically massaged Tim’s shoulders. She let the haunting melody of Enya’s Orinocco Flow relax him further as she momentarily lost herself in her own thoughts. It had all started with a visit to her doctor; he had been unsympathetic and arrogant. She had walked out of his rooms feeling depressed and humiliated. To be told so bluntly that there was nothing wrong with her because the blood tests had all come back fine was just so dismissive!

Thank goodness she had gone to see another more empathetic doctor. She was kind, attentive and totally absorbed in the consultation. Ariella came away from that appointment glowing with a new confidence. “Your body, your spirituality and your mind – they all have to work in harmony!” she had been told. If any element was out of kilter, she had been told, that could throw the whole system of course. And so it was. The treatment that was prescribed, she thought, was so progressive: “Meditate, Ariella. Or better, start practicing self -hypnosis! And while doing that, explore your wilder side; use your mind to explore the unlimited potential of your imagination – you will be a healthier and happier person!”

Shallara had helped her restore her self image, the medical problems had vanished, and she had found herself doing some of the most stimulating and sensual activities that once she would never have imagined for herself. Last night, the call had come from Shallara: “Remember Tim? Yep…that guy whose backside you watched me work over? He phoned last night, Ari, and he wants to submit to me!”. There had been giggles, and the Shallara continued: “I told him we could try, but that he had to come to you for a haircut. Take him down Ari, to the Isle of Mysteria, and give him a preview of what he is letting himself in for!”

And so here she was, giving Tim a cut and wash, and slowly taking him down deeper and deeper. Ariella’s voice took on a slow measured rhythm. It flowed over Tim like honey, and with the rhythmic shoulder massage, he felt himself drifting off into another world. Ariella seemed to be taking him down a long dark passage. Her hand now gripped his and the homely smell of shampoo provided a safe anchor. Further and further along the corridor towards that door, glowing golden and warm door at the end.

And as suddenly as he had entered the tunnel, they were out. The door swung wide open, and he was out, on a wide path, it’s wide stone flags threading their way around a manicured garden that was flooded with sunlight. Ladies in vividly colored sun frocks wandered through the gardens, their sandals tapping an elegant code on the smooth stone walkway. It was almost like a scene from Cosmo; the ladies looking fresh, feminine and cool. His eyes settled on one striking lady: bright red shoulder straps set off against her bronzed shoulders, a wide brimmed red hat that crowned off her casual, but elegant attire. She seemed to provide the perfect canvass for the red lipstick that accentuated her perfectly formed lips. Her eyes seemed to draw him in. She wore a warm, autumn shades eye shadow that was picked up by a healthy flush on her cheeks. A simple, glittering gold chain hung from her neck, shaping itself against the delicate underlying bone structure. Her long fingers twirled the stem of her martini glass, and she momentarily seemed to glance his way, before she glided off to engage with a passing pair of similarly dressed friends,

There was something so familiar about her, but it wasn’t until Ariella whispered in his ear: “Keep your eyes open for Lady Shallara, Tim. You may be lucky enough to see her here in Mysteria. I am sure you will remember her from your first few encounters” Ariella gave an evil little chuckle, and continued: “Look out for someone whose hat wouldn’t be out of place at Ascot. ….and Tim, if you are going to serve her, you had better be thinking about the apron you will be wearing. She likes her submissive to wear those, with nothing on below…..except perhaps, on special occasions, they might wish to wear a pair of silk red panties.”

Others groups of ladies sat around garden tables, sipping fruit juices from tall glasses. The colors dazzled, and the harmony of the garden and its occupants seemed to come almost out of a virtual world he had once played in.

A few healthy looking males waited with attention on the ladies, replacing emptied glasses and whisking away the empties. Wearing tunics instead of shorts, their dress vaguely reminded him of the Roman legionnaires he had seen in plays. Ariella’s had tugged him forward. “Don’t worry about the people here, Tim. You can see them, but they can’t see you. This is the Isle of Mysteria, Tim. I will tell you about it as we walk on. Whenever you hear the word “Mysteria”, you should come right back here. It’s an Island owned and ruled by females. The ruling council is made up of Ladies; ladies like Lady Shallara. And below the Ladies are the female inhabitants. They are here because they relish their gender and sensuality. You won’t find shorts and jeans here Tim. Here the females celebrate their femininity!”

“The men you see serving the ladies? They are here by choice too, Tim. They know their station in life and get a great deal of satisfaction from it. Their creed is ‘to serve and satisfy’. They are people like you Tim, people who, for whatever reason, have a desire to submit.” By now they had entered a building that looked somewhat like a small, modern collegiate. “This is where they come to get trained – you would like to look around and see what we have in store for you, wouldn’t you, Tim?” Her voice was sultry and her thumb gently massaged the back of his hand. In this mood, if she had asked him for the world, he would have wanted to give it to her.

They walked together across the tiled lobby, and entered a wide, well lit passage. “This is the Hall of Re-education. For those subbies who seem to have forgotten some of their lessons, they are brought back here for a reminder.”

Tim peered through the eye-level pane of the first door. At the back of the room, about half a dozen men knelt back on their heels, their backs straight, their eyes looking down, their hands crossed behind their backs. Waiting their turn, waiting for their session of re-education.

“This is the Riding Room where any male who has been caught having unauthorized orgasms is brought. It is not intended to be punishment, but rather a reminder that excessive or unauthorized orgasms can be rather uncomfortable. We call it ‘Riding the Horse’”, Ariella whispered huskily into his ear. In the center of the room, a beam was suspended at about waist height. A man straddled the beam, his feet unable to touch the floor, his weight resting entirely on his crotch. He seemed to be looking down in dread.

A young lady in a white dress teased his member into an erect state, and her dexterous fingers very quickly coaxed him to a tiny ejaculation. With a well practiced flourish, she scooped it off in an implement that resembled a soup ladle. It all looked so clinical: her white dress, white latex gloves, and her face, though pleasant, was devoid of any emotion. There was no pleasure evident at all for the unfortunate male. He seemed to spasm, but there was barely an emission. “These offenders are usually subject to six consecutive ejaculations. After the first or second, the ejaculations become dryer and dryer – and after the third, they are extremely uncomfortable. It is one of the least favorite re-education experiences we have here”.

“Let’s move on…in this next room, we have exactly the opposite situation. It is for re-educating males who ejaculate before they have been given permission. Here they learn orgasm control”. As in the previous room, those waiting for their lesson kneeled at the back of the room patiently, their faces impassive, not showing any of the discomfort they must have felt kneeling on the tiled floors. A young male knelt on a small table, his knees wide apart and his hands rested on his knees. It was a much more engaged female who ministered to him, teasing him again and again to a state of near climax, and then letting him come down off the brink.

Her demeanor seemed caring and sympathetic, as she took him up and down the scale of excitement. She was dressed in a sunny, yellow floral frock, and red nailed toes peeked through her sandals. There was nothing to indicate that this was discipline of any kind at all, but Tim could feel the tension in the air. At last she brought her subject to a final peak, but as she sensed that he had reached the point of no return, she simply let go, and watched impassively as his member bounced around uncontrollably, and the ejaculate dribbled down his thighs.

“Come Tim, we need to get back. Whenever you, hear Enya playing in the background, and you are in safe environment with either Lady Shallara or myself, or whenever you hear the word “Mysteria”, you are going to rapidly come back her to the Isle of Mysteria. From now on, whenever you visit either Lady Shallara or me, you will be wearing red silk boxers. Now as I count you back, you are going to feel refreshed and wide awake. This will all seem like a vivid dream, and you will not want to discuss it with anyone….not even me. So on the count of 0, you will open your eyes and be wide awake…..5…4…”

Ariella picked up a pair of scissors, and clipped at the side of Tim’s hair. Looking at him through the mirror, with a wry grin, she looked straight into his eyes: “Had a good daydream there, Tim?” Then looking down pointedly at his lap, she asked “Would you like me to use the hair dryer to dry that damp spot on your pants?”

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Ariella slowly drifted back to consciousness, delicious thoughts of the dungeon she had just ‘visited’ and her spanking experiences turning over in her mind. Shallara never hurt her; Ariella preferred to think of it as heavy stimulation. She always came out of a spanking feeling aroused and alive and with a closer bond than ever to Shallara.

Sometimes the spanking were pure pleasure; she loved those most intimate ones, draped across Shallara’s knee on the warm leather couch in front of the fire. Shallara would caress her bottom between strokes, playing her fingernails around the patterns that the hand smacks left. The arousal would grow slowly and surely, and as the spanking progressed, she would often feel Shallara’s massaging hands probing between her moist thighs. And it always ended in long cuddles, creamy liqueurs and a feeling of love and well being.

On other occasions, Shallara would play the domme; sometimes a teacher, sometimes an assertive matron…or whatever the mood drove her to try. The role play excited them both, and the sexual excitement came as much from the play as the punishments that Shallara laid on. She found it humiliating and arousing to be bent over, sometimes over a chair, sometimes with hands on her knees, and made to offer her bottom in such an unconditional way. She could sense her private parts on display, open and vulnerable, and aware that she was unable to hide the swelling and dampness that always occurred. There was that ever present element of arousal, the stickiness between her thighs, the dewiness on her lips, and that feeling that her breasts were on fire and wanting to burst out from their skin.

Although playful and exuberant, Shallara hated to hurt her. There were times when Shallara thought she had over-played a stroke, and Ariella loved the compassion and attention that would follow: gentle massaging of a soothing cream into the offending welt, kisses and apologies. She often joked afterward that Shallara was really too soft, kind and compassionate to really be her domme.

So it was with surprise, that as Ariella tuned in more closely to the voices in the entrance hall, she heard Shallara saying: “I thought you weren’t meant to come back, Tim ? What are you doing here? “.

“May I come in please? I have to speak to you. ”

Shallara felt less than pleased. She had just been leading Ariella down into a wonderful trance, and this interruption was really unwelcome. Seeing who was now standing there, Shallara felt acid.

Tim stepped through the door and had a flashback to his thoughts when he had last entered the apartment. When he had last stepped through this door, he had challenged himself to get Shallara in bed within two weeks. He had left impotent and with an invisible restraint around his crotch. That target now seemed very remote, and in fact was at the back of his mind. It was his sexual freedom he wanted. Tim remembered the padded trestle he had seen in the sitting area on his last visit, and his mind had been churning over the possibilities. Maybe, just maybe, she would accept his offer?

He half expected that she would respond mockingly; more likely that she would reject his suggestion out of hand. In fact he was a bit stunned at what did come back to him: “Tim, are you sure you are prepared to be spanked? Do you know how much that hurts? Actually….I don’t think you are man enough to take it from me!”.

There was a low murmur from someone with a male voice. Ariella could only pick up the trailing words: “……but if I do, then it is all over? I get my libido back? I don’t need to get yours or Mrs Stern’s permission anymore?”.

“Agreed, Tim. But the right hand ring stays on. You are never going to abuse women again…”

The voices trailed off as she heard Shallara take the man into a spare room that led off the entrance lobby. Ariella got up and walked over to the liquor cabinet to pour herself a Baileys. It was creamy and sweet, just right for her mood. The fire flickered in the hearth reminding her of the dungeon dream she had just had. She sat and waited for Shallara to rejoin her, her lips caressing the glass’s rim, savoring the drops of nectar that seemed to trickle down the edges. Her tongue darting in occasionally to lick at the creamy contents. As she waited Enya played on, and her existence had merely seemed to drift from a sleeping dream to a waking dream.

Ariella turned to the doorway as she heard Shallara enter. Shallara’s fingers came up to her lips, indicating her to remain silent. Then she was gone. A few moments later, Shallara came back through the door leading a man by the elbow. He was naked; Ariella wanted to giggle as she caught sight of his semi erect member which seemed to point the way ahead. A red silk cloth was wound around his eyes in a blindfold, and his breathing seemed heavy. Well built, not too much flab – Ariella’s mind did somersaults as she tried to figure out what was going on. Shallara’s fingers remained on her own lips, urging her to remain silent.

Reaching the center of the room, Shallara stopped, and whispered in the man’s ear. He stood erect, hands at his sides, his mouth deadpan. Shallara moved quickly over to the padded trestle in the corner, and brought it back to the center of the room, placing in front of the blindfolded man.

“Bend over this trestle Tim…..are you sure you really want to go through with this?”. The man reached forward, feeling for where the trestle was and then bent forward. “Grip the front legs, Tom…..spread your legs as wide as they go…make them touch the back legs…there you go!”

Ariella could sense the sexual tension. The semi-flaccid member had sprung upright, and seemed to be stabbing at the underside of the padded trestle. Shallara glided back to the wall unit in the corner of the room. In the one hand she had a whippy little cane they had purchased once at an adult shop. It stung like crazy and left angry red wheals; in the other, her favorite little strap. About two inches wide, eighteen inches long, it ended in two tails. In skilled hands, it was versatile – it could sting, it could bruise, it could burnish, it could bite! She seemed to be breathing deeply; a look had entered her eyes that Ariella had never seen. She paced around the bent and blindfolded man, rubbing his back lightly, caressing his buttocks.

Time stood still. The bent over man shifted uncomfortably. Shallara looked around, and cast one of her impish smiles Ariella’s way. Suddenly she was gone. When she came back into the room, she was carrying the wooden spoon and a baking tray. The silence prevailed, and she barely acknowledged Ariella’s presence. Shallara bent down gracefully, her knees together, and placed the baking tray directly beneath the man’s hanging head.

She stood in front of him, and gently took hold of handful of his hair, pulling his head up. “Open your mouth, Tim…”. A measured pause as she played out the drama. Even sitting 5 feet away, her feet curled up under her, Ariella could start to smell the musty scents wafting off these these two players. “It’s a bite stick, Tim…..now close your teeth around it. …..You have to grip it tightly Tim. If you drop it ……you will walk out of this room, and never see me again. And don’t…do not, under any circumstance, leave go of the trestle legs in front of you! Do you understand Tim ? This is going to hurt you. Hurt you more than you have ever experienced! You are going to wish that you had never asked me to do this to you! But you have, and you know what?” “Shallara’s voice seemed to get huskier with each sentence. It was as if she was battling to control herself. “ I am going to enjoy it. It excites me Tim. I know how you feel about women, and on behalf of each of those ladies out there who you have ever put down, I am gong to whip your scraggly butt with a cane. I am gong to watch you jiggle it Tim. And I am going to get off on it!”

Ariella watched her closely. Her excitement was evident; it was lust, and for the first time, she saw the latent sadistic streak in her Domme. Until now it had always been about control, and power with some sensuality and rough play thrown in. But this time it was something different. This man had brought the animal out in her, and she was hot. Ariella found her own feelings starting to build. She desperately wanted to play with herself, but she knew she had to keep absolutely still, to keep undetected.

Ariella stepped back and watched. The head seemed to droop, but the stick stayed grasped in his mouth. “You did say no more than six, didn’t you Tim ?”. The nod was almost imperceptible. “So if we aim for around 5..or maybe just a touch more, that works for you?”. Shallara picked up the cane from the coffee table. She held it lightly in her fingers, almost like a violinist gripping her bow. Her red painted nails seemed to be set off against the ash white cane. And with a slight flick of her wrist, she sent it searing across the man’s bottom. The man yelped and jerked his bottom in. But the bite-stick stayed gripped between his teeth.

Shallara paced around him, He could not see her, but her presence was obvious. She was breathing deeply, and flicking the cane rhythmically. The next three strokes were delivered in quick succession. It was as if a thick red crayon had been used to draw a line of pain, joining his two bottom cheeks. His hands stoically grasped the front legs, but he seemed to be doing a dance with his pelvis. He looked silly as he waved his bottom around, trying desperately to find some relief. His penis flopped around under the trestle, any vestiges of an erection long gone.

He jerked as her fingers traced the lines. The welts stood out from his skin, white in the center, a multi-colored red on either side. She massaged his bottom gently, and lent forward to whisper in his ear, “Hurts’ doesn’t it ? mmmm…..I like that. It excites me to see you like this, Tim. I am all hot…and it is you who has done it.” Her body heat had seemed to release the scent of her perfume. Chanel No 5 flooded his senses. The warmth from the fire; this closeness of this vibrant and spunky woman. The blood flooded back into his penis. “…and we are still within the limit Tim. I have only given you 4 strokes…should we carry on? Don’t forget the bite stick, Tim !…and don’t leave hold of the legs of the trestle. I will tell you when we you can leave go.”

Shallara took up her position again. Like that violin lead, her balance slightly back on her right leg, the cane at the ready….then that delicate flick of the write again. She played the proffered bottom like a musical instrument. The crack as the whippy rod met his tensed buttocks. She watched it vibrate against the trestle. The cheeks vibrating open and closed in desperate attempt to find some relief. But at last he settled. “Don’t drop it, big boy” she whispered huskily, “we’re still under six……”. The pause hung in the air….”if I give you another half, I am still within the limit, aren’t I ? Just nod, your had, don’t say anything. Or…you can walk away right now?”

They waited for his response. At last it came…..a slight nod. The wooden spoon trembled in his mouth. “The reward will be worth it, Timmy, don’t drop it…how bad can half a stroke really be? Think about what we discussed, Tim…picture it in your mind. And if you agree, push your bottom out. Offer yourself to me Tim.”

As if by magic, the cane seemed to have been replaced in Shallara’s hand by the strap. She sensuously dragged it through her left hand, fingering the supple leather, twisting the tongues backwards and forwards. Without warning, she raised it and brought it crashing down across the left check of the upturned bottom. The strap’s tongues snaked in-between the tender thigh flesh, kissing the highly sensitive skin. Exquisite agony as the one tongue licked at the top of his scrotum. The other caressed the perineum with a scorching flash.

Time stood still for Ariella. But it could only have been a fraction of a second later that Tim groaned uncontrollably, and ejaculated the bite-stick from his mouth, the spoon clattered down onto the baking tray at his feet. He writhed in a climax of pain, pounding his hips into the padded trestle. His penis jabbed backwards and forwards uncontrollably. His hands shot around to clasp and caress his backside. Slowly he stood up.

“You dropped it !”, Shallara accused him. “It was only half a stroke…I didn’t even touch your right cheek!”

Tim tore off the red silk blindfold and spun around. His eyes found Ariella’s and a flush of red streaked up into his cheeks. “What the …who is this? ..what is she doing here ? You …!”.

“You dropped it Tim…you lost the bet”, Shallara reiterated. “Better go and get dressed and be on your way like a good boy.” Ariella watched silently as Shallara escorted him out. As he exited the front door, she saw Shallara hand him something. “Perhaps I will see you again Timmy, once you have taken in the lessons on this CD. I would suggest listening twice a day, as soon as you wake up and before you go to bed. And Timmy, cold cream will do wonders for your welts!”.

He walked away furious and uptight. His backside hurt like crazy and the area between his legs where the strap had caught, stung remorselessly. But even worse, he felt humiliated and double-crossed. He was just about to drop the CD, but the writing caught his attention. If this was the way into her pants, maybe he had better listen. On it, there were two lines: “Hypnosis: The joys of submission” and “Red Silk by Lady Julia”. Maybe…..maybe….

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(continued from part two)

An introduction to penalties

Ariella loved playing backgammon with Shallara. She usually lost, but the thrill of the game and Shallara’s company excited her. She had grown to accept herself as the submissive in their relationship, and she would now have it no other way. Plumpish, without being too overweight, Ariella was a cheerful person, who seemed to bring out Shallara’s kinky and assertive personality.

It was Shallara who had introduced her to the game. She vividly remembered the day it had happened. Shallara had shown her how to lay out the board and how to move the stones. It had been fun and then there had been an exciting rush to see who get there stones off the board first. And in her first game, she pipped Shallara to the post. Well, it was all the luck of the dice, and she couldn’t see how it was possible to stack the odds in any player’s favor.

Shallara had gone out to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate before the second game. She returned, not only with two mugs, but with a large wooden spoon. “A bit big to stir the chocolate with that!”, had been Ariella’s comment. “It’s not for the chocolate, silly, it’s for the penalties!” came the retort. Ariella looked at her quizzically, but she soon got her answers. A few things very quickly became abundantly clear to Ariella: backgammon was not a game of chance; Shallara was an expert at manipulating the odds in her favor; and a penalty, received whenever anyone’s stones were knocked of the board and onto the bar, resulted in a painful smack with spoon on the bum.

Time and time again, Ariella found herself bent over and holding her knees, while Shallara popped her on her bum with the spoon. At first she hesitated; it was embarrassing to have to poke her bum out for the spanks. She felt embarrassed and self conscious, and as the number she received mounted, it became harder and harder to offer herself up. “It’s the rules, pet…you have no option”, she was chided. Lumping it, she would bend and take it. Her hands seemed to be on springs, flipping back to rub her bottom after each smack. Shallara watched with amusement as the red rings began to paint a lovely red pattern on the milky white skin, and each new addition brought a new tone of ‘ouch’ from Ariella. She did have the pleasure of returning the favor a few times, but by the end of the game, her bottom was a deep crimson, bright circles of glowing pain tattooed onto the chubby cheeks.

Let the game begin

But this time, Shallara had said there would be no physical pain inflicted by the victor. And the proposal for penalties seemed to have been watered down to the point of being ridiculous! Each penalty would oblige the holder of the bumped stone to drink half a glass of water and neither player was allowed to go to the bathroom to relieve herself until five minutes after all her penalties were paid. Shallara was likely to win; she usually did. And that submissive streak in her allowed her to agree to almost anything Shallara proposed.

And so it was that she found herself kneeling on the on the floor at Shallara’s apartment, while Shallara sat in comfort on the sofa. Under Shallara’s direction, she had pulled the coffee table out into the center of the room in front of the sofa, and they were using it as the games table for the backgammon board.

The dice rolled and with long slender fingers, Shallara moved her stones, knocking another two pieces off the board and onto the bar. She tapped the board impatiently with fire-engine red nails. In a takeoff of a authoritarian domme, she assertively instructed her : “Drink again, girl !”. Ariella reached down to her side and poured a glass of water, downing it in three long gulps. She could feel the pressure starting to build up in her bladder, but she knew the rules that she had agreed to. With a final roll, Shallara finished the game, leaving Ariella with six stones on the board.

Cheerfully, Shallara tapped the board as she tripped out of the room on her way to the bathroom. She had her own penalties to relieve herself of ! And it was then that the hidden severity of the penalties struck Ariella with full force. As she heard the toilet flush, her own bladder rapidly began to complain. The water seeped through her body, making her fuller and fuller. With intense discomfort she drank the last three glasses of water, and settled won to wait the mandated 5 minutes before she too could go and relieve herself. The pressure had moved beyond her bladder, right down to that point behind her sex from which it cried to be released. The minutes seemed to take for ever to pass, and with only two minutes behind her, the discomfort seemed unbearable.

Shallara returned and sat on the couch, sipping a glass of red wine, smiling at her discomfort. “Having fun yet, Pet ?’ she asked, as Ariella shifted around. “Please Shallara, you have to let me go !”. The plea sounded desperate, but fell on deaf ears, and the minutes ticked on. At last she felt that she had reached her limit. “Shallara, please you have to let me out……I can’t hold it anymore”

A look of mock concern crossed Shallara’s grinning face. “Two more minutes to go my love….I am sure you can do that just for me ?”

A trip down the stairs

Ariella sat on the couch resting her head on Shallara’s shoulder. The game and discomfort behind her, she felt warm, protected and relaxed. Shallara’s mesmerizing voice seemed to be taking her down a flight of steps to a far away world. The hypnotic melodies from Enya’s Orinoco Flow’s resonated in her mind, taking her deeper and deeper. Shallara’s gentle fingers massaged her wrist and seemed to lead her into the dungeon. It all seemed so right and not terrifying at all.

Torches flamed on the walls, infusing the room with their earthy, smoky scents. A fire blazed in the hearth, making her cheeks feel flushed and alive. The stone floor clean and cool under her feet, and her toes, with their nails gleaming red, tested their dark, clean hardness. Chunky wooden frames of different shapes and size, all fitted out with black iron rings were spread out around the dungeon, a padded spanking bench sitting at it’s center.

And in the distant background, in another world, Ariella heard a doorbell chime. She barely felt Shallara disengage herself and gently lay her back against the couch. Shallara was talking to someone in the distance, but it all seemed so unimportant as she looked around and visually explored this playground to which her Lady Shallara had brought her. With everything feeling so safe and secure, Ariella felt herself drifting off into the dreamy world of dungeons and spanking benches that she flowed from her subconscious mind, waiting to be rejoined by her Lady Shallara.

(to be continued)

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Do you have a case you would like Shallara to treat? If so, drop a short note to Shallara at ymail dot com and let her know what the issue you want dealt with, and what your recommended therapy might be. You might just find it written up on the Femdom Fantasies site !

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A tribute to Lady Julia

(continued from part one)

Tim Sharpe stood outside the apartment door and knocked hesitantly. He glanced around self consciously, hoping that he would not be seen by any of the other tenants entering their own apartments. Well dressed in a dark business suit, tall and well built, he exuded confidence. Like any executive, he had a sense of self that seemed to fill up the space around him, so the casual observer would have wondered at the timid knock. He hesitated, chewing slightly on his lower lip, and knocked harder. The plush carpets seemed to soak up the sound of the knock, but he was rewarded when the door opened partially to let him in.

His trepidation was not without cause. Tim’s drive into the management ranks seemed unstoppable only a day ago. But now it all seemed to be crashing down on him. He broke into a cold sweat every time he thought back to the meeting that he had been called into with the Human Resources Vice president, Cheryl Stern yesterday. The meeting had been held in her office and at her instigation. The tone was very somber – charges of harassment had been leveled at Tim by two of his female subordinates. Tim was well known to be a misogynist. He frequently put down his female staff, and was barely civil to them, so he was not really surprised that one of them had complained. It was the seriousness with which it was being treated that shocked him !

He was stunned by the option that Cheryl Stern laid out for him: he could either fight the charges in a tribunal, or he could take a course of sensitivity training, at his own expense, with a therapist called Shallara. Tim had snorted, and blustered, but realized that he had no option.

He now stepped through the door into Shallara’s apartment, just a bit puzzled that this meeting was taking place in an apartment rather than in consulting rooms. As the door opened wider, and as he took in the scene, he wondered at the setup. He walked through the entrance lobby into a luxuriously furnished sitting room. The walls were a rich creamy color, and the cream carpets felt soft underfoot. A fire burned in the hearth, casting dancing red patterns on the wall. Crystal light fittings glittered on the walls, and cream colored, silky curtains looped across the window. One end of the room was taken up by a custom-fitted oak bookshelf with cupboards at one end. His eyes took in and widened as he spied the leather covered trestle resting at the one end of the bookshelf, underneath which a small wooden case sat. A large cage, perhaps three foot square stood in the other corner, but he couldn’t figure out what on earth it could be for.

And as heavy an impact as the opulent room made on him, it was the lady that had opened the door that quickly made his heart pound. He felt dry mouthed and suddenly large and clumsy, as she reached out to shake his hand. Short blonde spiky crowned a lithe, but short, body. Her fire-engine red lipstick stood out against a fair, flawless complexion. He seemed to be drawn into her eyes, as reached out to take her extended hand. A simple gold chain snaked around her wrist. His eyes took in her cream business suit, the cleavage, and strayed down to her feet. Red toenails peeked out from the strappy silver sandals.

As a slightly amused smile played on her lips, he struggled to regain his equilibrium. A jolt of testosterone seemed to hit him as he recovered, and a thought flashed through his mind that this couldn’t be all bad. A grin crossed his face. In a flash he had mentally undressed her, and he decided that this would be his next conquest. Silently he made a bet with himself that within two weeks, he would have his way with her in bed.

Tim found himself being taken by the hand and led across to the couch. He sat stiffly as she walked across to a cabinet and took a crystal glass, into which she dropped a couple of pieces of shaved ice. Her hands mesmerized him as she picked up a decanter and poured a tot over the ice. Barely a word had been spoken and he felt his hands becoming clammy and edgy.

But the mood changed very quickly as Shallara moved back and sat on the couch beside him. She handed over the glass and he savored the aromatic smell that drifted up. Tim fancied himself as a Scotch connoisseur, and as the first drops of the golden liquid touched his tongue, he recognized the unmistakable taste of a Laphroaig pure malt. And as the warmth of the fire reached him, a sense of comfort suddenly seemed to overcome him. In just a few moments he found himself easily chatting to this enigmatic lady that perched on the edge of the couch next to him.

As they talked, he found that it was her that seemed to be leading the conversation. The warmth of the fire in the hearth, the gentle fuzziness in his head brought on by the alcohol and her rhythmic tones, seemed to be taking him down somewhere he had never been before. A feeling of well-being and relaxation seemed to overcome Tim, and the physical closeness of this stunning therapist seemed to feel so right. A self satisfied smile played on his mind as he mentally scored this conquest. He had barely had to exert himself in charming her, and here she was, all but sitting on his lap !

Her sultry voice whispered into his ear. It seemed to be speaking to his very inner soul. It was even more intoxicating than the malt that had helped put him into this state. He felt her take the tumbler from his relaxed fingers, and moments later he felt her fiddling gently with his little finger. So intimate and it all felt so right. And as she reached across and lightly lifted his left hand, he could smell her seductive scent that seemed to drift off her neck. Her voice whispered on and on, seeming to say the same things over and over again. But he didn’t want it to stop. His whole consciousness seemed to open up and absorb her every message.

All too soon, it seemed to be over. As Shallara brought him out of his reverie, she saw Tim look down at his hands. A puzzled look came over his face as he looked at the two silver rings, one on each of his pinkies. He looked across to her for an explanation; she gave him a wicked grin. “You can’t take them off, you know? The one on your right will be with you for the rest of your life. Deep, deep down in your subconscious, it is now linked to an imaginary band that circles your balls. If EVER you speak down to a lady again, you will come to regret it”.

The feeling that he had experience just moments before vanished. A fire flamed in his eyes. “You bitch, you…”. Tim found himself doubled over in pain as the ring he could never see tightened around his scrotum. He looked up, confused and scared. “Are you OK Tim ? Apologize. Tim, and it will all be ok” he heard her say through the mist of pain. She sound so concerned, so compassionate. A few minutes later, after an apology that had seemed to stick in his throat, Tim found himself wondering how she could be so compassionate, yet so dispassionate at the same time. As he was guided to the door, he felt surprised at how quickly the pain and discomfort had dissipated as soon as the apology was made.

Emboldened, and remembering the bet he had made with himself, he turned to Shallara. Staring deep into his eyes, he thrust off the humiliation of the previous moments, and drew on seemingly endless reserves of self confidence. “When can I see you again? Perhaps a candle lit dinner this evening? I know this really romantic restaurant”. Shallara’s laugh seemed to chill him to the bone. “Tim, you won’t be seeing me again! You wouldn’t be of any use to me anyway!” She watched as he flushed. “You have seen what the ring on your right hand does. I forgot to explain the ring on your left. It’s like the opposite of a wedding band. I call it a chastity band. For as long as you are wearing it, you will not be able to have an erection. And remember, like the ring on your right hand – you are unable to remove them.”

The blood drained from his face. In a stuttering voice, he started to beg and plead for her to take it off. Shallara’s grin grew even wider. “There is one way to get it taken off – on a temporary basis, Tim. But you will always have to go and get it put back on. You can’t survive for more than a day without it Tim, without that dreadful pain you felt earlier returning. Remember that pain Tim ?….that one when you were rude to me ? The only person who can remove it for you, for that short sexual relief that you will soon come to need Tim, to dream about, to crave Tim, is….”

Shallara gave a dramatic pause as she let the information sink in’ “Who is it? You?”, he asked. He felt winded, as if he had just finished a marathon. His world had seemed to have collapsed around him. “It’s worse than that Tim, It’s not me”. She felt the heat flooding up between her thighs as she relished the moment of dominance. Most of her sessions had one of the magic moments, when it all came together, when she had her subject humbled and humiliated in a delightful way. It created a rush of sexual excitement that made her want to escape to some privacy and relive the moment while she pleasured herself physically.

“It’s Cheryl Stern, Tim, your HR VP. She is an old friend of mine, so I am sure she will give me updates on how you are doing with your female colleagues….and of course, an update on how often you request your chastity ring to be removed will always be fun to get ! We have an arrangement that whenever you ask, she will let me know. You won’t even be able to play with yourself Tom, without me knowing it !” She watched him close the door behind him, and pad down the corridor to face the reality that lay before him. It worse than the tribunal he had been offered – it was the reality of a female controlled life. And one in which his every orgasm would be monitored and reported. With a hold over him like that, life would never be the same – at office or at home.

Walking across to her bureau, Shallara sat down and rhythmically squeezed her thighs a few times, relishing the warm feelings and dampness. She flicked through the rest of the appointments she had booked for the week. Like Tim’s had been, the entries were simple: A symptom and a recommended therapy. The cases looked typical: from chauvinism to cheating, from bitchiness to pornography addiction. And in each case Shallara knew that the consultation would leave her feeling empowered and just a little …. aroused.

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Do you have a case you would like Shallara to treat? If so, drop a short note to Shallara at ymail dot com and let her know what the issue you want dealt with, and what your recommended therapy might be. You might just find it written up on the Femdom Fantasies site !

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In tribute to Lady Julia

Shallara lay back in the salon chair, relaxing as Ariella massaged her damp scalp. She had been letting Ariella do her hair for years now and had developed a close friendship, one that bordered on the intimate. Sensuous, soft fingertips rhythmically massaged her hairline, moving ever so slowly down to her temples. Exotic oriental music played quietly in the background, and she felt herself drifting deeper and deeper. The wild flower scents from the shampoos seemed to overcome her senses, feminine, sensual and exotic.

She barely noticed that Ariella’s voice seemed to be changing. The idle chatter had been replaced by something more focused, more directed. She felt voices in her head leading her through a maze of passages and arches, until she emerged into a sunny courtyard. Somewhere, deep inside, as she continued to drift off, she heard Ariella’s gentle voice urging her to: “sleep for me now”

The private courtyard was surrounded on all sides by sandy colored, flat roofed building. Large arches and deep, shady verandas looked out onto the harsh sunlit area. A crystal clear pool dominated the center of the courtyard, with nubile women playfully splashing each other as they frolicked under the blazing sun. The eunuch, leading Shallara was huge. He had baggy white linen knee length pantaloons, and a broad red cloth sash crossed his chest, covering his pendulous male breasts, before wrapping around his huge waist. A red turban on his head sat on his head, with a large red gem clip holding it together.   He led Shallara to a padded table lying in the shade of exotic broad leafed palms and gently pressed her down and onto her back.

Her dream became even more sensual and erotic as felt herself being prepared for her first night in the harem. Girls wearing bright silks skits and tops massaged her, rubbing oils and lotions into her silky skin. Her nails were cleaned, polished and buffed; exfoliant was applied to her arms and legs and vigorously rubbed of. Her skin felt clean and alive. Her hands and feet tingled, and a deep warmth suffused her breasts. Shallara felt her thighs being gently eased apart, and offered no resistance as she felt a cool, aromatic cream being applied to her pubis before the hair was gently scraped away, for she knew that this was the way of the Sultan’s harem.

But all too soon, it was over. Shallara seemed to snap back to reality as Ariella moved her chair upright and began to blow dry her hair. Ariella’s bubbly chatter had started again, and Shallara struggled to retain fragments of her dream as it started to fade rapidly into the past. Uncomfortable, she squirmed in the chair as she tried to reposition her skirt which seemed to have ridden too high up her thighs.

Not too soon, Shallara had bid Ariella farewell and arrived back in her apartment. She needed to use the bathroom, and her panties were damp and gave off a telling, musty odor. As she undressed in front of the mirror, she admired her spunky new hairstyle. Her blond hair was short and spiky. Ariella had done well! Shallara remembered clearly the instructions she had given her, for she had rehearsed them in her head a number of times. “Ariella, I need a change . I want to look sassy and spunky – like a tomboy! I don’t just want to look good – I want to excite both males and females. Cut what you have to, to make this happen!”

And as Shallara looked at herself in the mirror, slowly peeling off her underwear, a look of bemusement crossed her face, followed by a wide grin. Staring back at her was a freshly shaved pubis, the skin smooth and silky. A temporary tattoo had been rubbed onto the mound; a fresh red rosebud curved it’s way gracefully up to her lower belly. The dream came flooding back to her consciousness, as she once again remembered the gentle scraping, the scent of shaving cream, and the gentle application of soothing oils. A wicked smile flashed across her face. They had an evening of backgammon planned…just wait Ariella, I know how to get you back!

Do you have a case you would like Shallara to treat? If so, drop a short note to Shallara at ymail dot com and let her know what the issue you want dealt with, and what your recommended therapy might be. You might just find it written up on the Femdom Fantasies site !

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