Chapter 1 - Misgivings

 

"Ladies I want to call this meeting to order," the tall dark haired female said standing proud and powerful, "This meeting has been called because of a serious event. We will leave the financial reports on our dungeons and the activities of our Dominatrix, until tomorrow I will need a decision at the start of that meeting, at the latest.

As you know I have a twenty two year old daughter, and the events I will relate came to my notice because of her, but our actions must be because they are the right thing to do, ignoring my daughter. If the decision goes against me then I will deal with that event personally, but this is much broader.

My daughter wants to be independent and to this end, applied for a job at a local house, as the housekeeper for a single male, innocent enough, apart from not knowing the age of the male, but I let her go for the interview, for experience.

When she returned she told me that, he had told her to remove her dress and bra to see if she was suitable. My daughter refused and he told her to leave. Stupidly she argued asking why it was necessary for her to show him her breasts, if she was there to clean and cook for him.

"Because I like beautiful things and if they are too small then I will not be giving you the job," he told her.

"You are sick, goodbye," she said and left.

She left the house and met an old friend going in as she was leaving and she told her friend what had happened.

"I know, but he does pay well and it is only topless, so for the money I let mine swing," she told my daughter.

They exchanged a few words and split up, my daughter coming home. She told me what had happened and at that point I put it down to experience and was glad she was controlled enough to walk away.

It was two days later when things got nasty. She happened to meet up with the same friend and this time she was not happy, Gwen asked her what was wrong and she told Gwen that he had now grabbed at her breasts and she is not small, in any sense. She told him to let go and tried to move away, but he wouldn't so she used her knee and then he let go, bent over holding onto his damage jewels. Gwen told me and I decided to make further enquiries, and what I found out shocked me.

These two were not the first or last, he had a casting couch which he used, and from the accounts relayed to me he used force, sexual assaults, I have counted fifteen, and at least one rape, but as we know they do not usually speak up. I can count ten and the number is growing daily, those figures were up to the first, of this month. Gwen has also been out and about, and is gathering more information, as we learn of a female who has worked there we go and ask what happened, and they all tell the same story.

Of working topless and sexual assault, a few add rape, or at least attempted rape, but I am sure he has raped, there are just too many attempts for him not to have succeeded, at some point.

I put it to the group that we take the law into our own hands, because it is failing females, abysmally. I cannot go home with a free mind if we do not, do something. I already have a guilty conscience for waiting so long before bringing it to your attention. I feel I have let our sex down by, the delay. We have the equipment, the guards, the premises and all we need now is the conviction to stop a sexual predator in their tracks," she told the meeting ending her oration with emphasis and commitment.

"Very well said Madam, and I am sure I speak for the rest of the meeting that we agree with everything you say, but, to become criminals as vigilantes is another question, and what do we do with this miscreant? We make several thousand males happy sending them home with sore buttocks. What you are asking is far more involved, I mean to imprison someone against their will is illegal, the last time I checked. And then to assault them; I presume you do intend to hurt this miscreant physically, with the cane, for example?" one of the group asked her.

"No, I want him to dwell at the bottom of a cess pit where he belongs in with the shit until it covers his head and he drowns, but I am not a killer, so I want to control him, make him see the errors of his ways and take control. This will involve pain, misery, shame, humiliation, and more pain, and depravation. But not till mercy is called, respecting our clients wishes, until it is beaten into submission, and I will take on the job and use only guards willing to join me. No-one who does not wish to be involved, will be.

To utilise our premises I need your permission, apart from that, I act alone," she told them passionately.

"You probably will not have the support of the board, this is a business, and we cannot afford the scandal if it ever gets out, but I am sure I speak for the board when I say, you have our agreement that something needs to be done.

I think ladies it is time to refurbish the dungeon closest to where these sexual assaults are taking place. This will mean closing it for the period, and we will need to ask the mistresses for their help to complete the refurbishment. They can of course refuse, and that must be made clear to them with no consequences. We have inhabited the island and that is out of the jurisdiction of most of the free world. So that may be the ideal place for any incarceration of a longer duration than a couple of weeks," a member of the group said.

"You want us to not agree, but turn a blind eye to what is going on?" Another member asked somewhat shocked.

"I have no idea what is going on. I am going on holiday, as most of you are in a couple of weeks, which just happens to be the best time to close the dungeon for refurbishment, whilst I am sunning myself, I cannot possibly know what is happening, apart from the daily reports on the refurbishment.

Amanda, Connie, Deborah, and, erm, let me see now ah, yes Julia, will form a quorum for the time we are not available unless something critical comes up. They are more than capable of running the day to day operation," she replied.

"The four who are the most likely to assist Madam, let alone agree with her. Well I suppose being in the Seychelles gets me off the hook, good luck Madam," she said smiling.

The Madam knew they all agreed with her, but were reluctant to say so because of the business, most of them would wield the cane given the chance, but they were now businesswomen, and not active dominatrix.

The meeting broke up, but the Madam and the four named ladies stayed behind, the Madam looked at them and smiled, she knew it was agreed, but it had to be done soon and he had to be moved quickly to the monastery, on their island.

 

Chapter 2 - Joe

 

Thunder and lightning banged and crashed outside, even here deep below the castle Joe could hear the elements at their worst.

Once again he was in trouble; why he had no idea as far as he was concerned he had done nothing wrong, but his Mistress for the day had decided that he had, and who was he to argue that only led to a more severe punishment, as he had learned the hard way.

He had an affliction, ever since childhood he had seen breasts as a comforting object and wanted to fondle them, and to suckle on them. His mother a kind and friendly person had allowed him to suckle on her dry breasts long after he had been weaned. So he accepted that it was an affliction, but encouraged by his mother by allowing him to fondle and suckle on her breasts.

At school he cornered the girls and put a hand to their breasts he got his face slapped several times, but that did not stop him from trying. Then there were the ones that allowed him to fondle their breasts whilst they fondled his cock, some would say they were the ones to lead lose lives, enjoying and promoting free sex, or at a price.

All this did not matter to him he was just happy that they allowed him to fondle their breasts.

Joe left school and joined his father in the family engineering business; this curtailed his activities somewhat until he inherited the business after his father suffered a fatal heart attack. Which was followed by recession and it became evident that he had to sell or go bankrupt; the new system was based on price, not quality, but he and his father had sold their products on the quality of the product.

He did do very well out of the sale; his main competitor was the buyer, and he got shares in the business, which meant that he didn't need to work. Perhaps now he was in a position to marry and have a family.

His wandering palms had not stopped, curtailed perhaps, but he still met a female and as soon as possible his hand was on their breasts, again a slapped face did not stop him, but it reduced the chances he had of marrying, his girlfriends didn't stay long enough for him to create a relationship.

Now alone with a big house he needed a housekeeper, and perhaps you have guessed it, there was his version of a casting couch where he told them to strip to the waist whilst he looked at and depending on how willing they were to strip, he had a fondle.

Age also mattered to him, he advertised for a woman who needed to be under thirty, he did offer good wages, which made the females perhaps more willing to strip off for him, but when he went to have a fondle then they decided that it wasn't for them, or perhaps it was the uniform, a short skirt and panties stockings and shoes with a band for their hair.

He thought back to that one interview, the one he now knew was the reason for his current predicament.

She was well endowed, very well and he drooled as she entered his house for the interview.

"Very nice, I do pay above average for the role, perhaps you would feel more comfortable if the interview were to continue with you, topless? They are all yours aren't they, I mean they look superb," he said and went to take hold of her breasts.

She dodged him and gave him a smile.

"Not now, I mean we have yet to start the interview, and yes they are all mine naturally," she told him with a smile.

"Wow, all real and they do look nice, but the job requires you to work naked to the waist, perhaps," was all he said as his hand made contact with her breast, and he had a feel.

"My mother will not be pleased that you took advantage of me, so let go, failure to do as told tends to lead to pain," she told him.

"That is no way to speak to your prospective boss, the minimum wage is eight pounds forty seven, an hour, I offer nine pounds, but for you I will make it ten pounds. I do not require you to have sex, just let me fondle these beauties, let me help you," he said eager to get at her breasts as he started undoing her blouse.

"Perhaps I was not clear, I am here for the job as housekeeper which does not include any sexual displays, now let go and please do not take advantage of my body again, as I said, it can lead to pain," she protested.

"Ten pounds an hour, now for that money I expect a little extra and fondling these is the extra," he said not put off by her protestations, rather putting his hand on her actual breast and trapping her in a corner to stop her from escaping. Half an hour later he moved she slapped his face and marched out.

The next person to apply and arrive for interview was late twenties, and an experienced woman, some would say a liberal woman. Again a large expanse of breast teased him and he reacted again managing to trap her in a corner whilst he grabbed and fondled her breasts. The basic defence is a knee in the groin, but very difficult when attacked from behind, he had learned from earlier experiences.

Trapped in a corner his hand inside their blouses and bras he fondled their breasts skin to skin, a nipple proud and firm sticking into his palm was his biggest desire and got it several times as his actions created unwanted reactions.

 

Chapter 3 - Madam Whip

 

What Joe didn't know was that a local landowner was a dominatrix. She had worked hard and generated a few million from owning and working as a dominatrix, with several influential clients. She now owned the local manor house, and the company owned a monastery abroad, which she used as a holiday place for dedicated slaves, at a price.

A week under the supervision of the dominatrix that worked there cost five thousand pounds, and for that the slave was treated as a slave. They worked long hours cleaning and attending to their Mistress, who made sure her treatment matched the slaves desires, apart from sex; that was not allowed, but the slaves did bathe their Mistress usually, when wearing a chastity device, a torment, but enjoyable for the slave.

Any and all manual labour jobs were given to the slaves, the monastery was completely decorated every year, with slave labour.

Attached to the monastery were two farms which provided the food they ate, and the slaves worked the farm, but under the supervision of their Mistresses.

These facilities provided the Mistress and slave with the opportunity for pony and animal play. A senior Mistress ran each of the farms organising the work the slaves could do.

It wasn't unusual to see a slave or two fastened to a plough, ploughing a field like horses, or pulling a cart loaded with hay during hay making. If they wanted to be dogs rounding up sheep, they could do, or live in a pig sty.

Obviously this was not the only or main way the farm was run, these were people who wanted to join in at pony play, others were given a hoe and told to hoe a field, again the managers did have mechanical means to run the farm, this was play for the residents.

A whole floor on a wing was dedicated for people who wanted to be furniture; they became tables', foot stool, chairs and lamps, or ashtrays, and paid for the privilege.

As far as Madam Whip was concerned the money just rolled in, she now visited the monastery monthly for a week, to oversee the running of the monastery and she had managers to oversee her dungeons.

How she became involved was when her daughter had decided to make a life for herself, and she had applied for the job as housekeeper to Joe. She wanted to be independent, yet liked the lifestyle her mother gave her. This was her first venture into the world of work; Mistress Whip was pleased that she had decided to learn about the value of money, and just how hard it was to come by.

Jennifer had entered the house after the interview and slammed the door.

"Madam, once you find out the hard work that goes into buying a door, you will not slam it. Now go to your room and cool down, come back down when you have taken control of your feelings," Madam Whip told her daughter in a calm, but firm voice.

"The bastard," she began.

"Not now, go before I take my cane to your backside, go," Madam Whip told her without raising her voice.

Jennifer left her giving her an angry look and stormed upstairs to her bedroom, she knew Madam Whip her mother, was not happy with her.

She entered her room and fumed for a bit, and then saw the light and calmed down. She went back downstairs and into the lounge where her mother was sat reading.

"Sorry mum, I am now in control of my feelings. I went for the interview and all the bastard did was fondle my breasts, he trapped me in a corner and I couldn't get free, or hit out at him, well not effectively," Jennifer told her mum.

"So this person needs a lesson in manners. Shame on you for allowing him to get you in such a position, haven't I taught you how to stand up for yourself. How to fight if necessary, and you stand there and tell me about being sexually assaulted, is he still breathing?" Madam Whip asked her.

"Yes, he had me in a corner behind me so I couldn't throw him over my shoulder or make him talk in a high pitched voice, I just had to stand there until he tired and then slap his face and storm out," she told her mother.

"I have heard about him, and I think it is time I did something about it, but I need evidence, and you cannot provide it. It isn't because I do not believe you, I do, but it is hearsay, I need hard evidence. Leave it to me, he is a sexual predator and needs taking in hand," Madam Whip said thoughtfully.

Madam Whip went to her phone and rang a number, "Mistress Silvia, I have need of four female slaves who are not averse to being fondled by a stranger. They must be between twenty and thirty and have a large bust. They are to object, but allow the creep to fondle their breasts, it is very important that they object to the attentions he is paying to their breasts," she said, after a short pause she smiled, "They sound perfect, tell them to apply to this address for a job as housekeeper. They are to allow him to grope them, but I need evidence so put talcum powder in their bras a lot, let us see if we can get finger prints," she said and paused, "A camera in the buttons, an excellent idea, and perhaps in a front fastening bra," she said excitedly, "What in a pierced nipple, wow, are you sure it will work?" she asked, "Do it, get me all the evidence you can do," she said and put the phone down.

"Mum what are you going to do?" Jennifer asked.

"Teach the little shit a lesson he will never forget. First I need the evidence, write down what happened to you, but I also want physical evidence. Evidence that cannot be refuted, in any court of law, and then a plan," Mistress Whip said smiling.

She picked up a pen and pad and began to write down a list of the things she wanted, and then began to organise her plan including the items on the list, or adding to the list as her plan came to mind.