Chapter 1 - The Meeting

 

It was spring, and my juices were flowing excitedly, this was the mating season, and I needed to mate.

My usual watering hole was a good start, my local pub, a country pub that did meals, very nice, they attracted a good crowd, by that I mean a mixed crowd, not all were married, or with families.

I usually met up with two mates who were also on the prowl.

"What do you think, anyone worth a second look?" I asked them.

"There are a couple of possibilities, the three ladies sat at that table over there; they have shown some interest, in us," Mike said.

"I presumed by that, that they actually looked in this direction," I said to Alan.

I knew Mike, he was a randy sod, and if a woman even looked in his direction, he was going to screw her, smile at him, and he was on the way to the church.

"Just a glimpse, like seeing if the bar was open," Alan told me.

"You know Mike, they looked, and that is enough. Then again they are worth a second glance, or even a third one. I will make the move," I said bravely.

I made my way over to them, "Good evening Ladies, do you come here often?" I asked, the old ones are the best.

"We come for Lunch and dinner, every day, why?" One asked me.

"Oh, I just wondered, not having seen you in here before," I said taken aback.

"Then the answer to the question is obvious, isn't it?" She asked me.

"I was just being polite, and wanting to welcome three lovely strangers to the area. That is, if you have just moved here, have you? This is my local, and the meals are good; I can recommend them," I said trying to find a way out of the situation, apart from leaving them.

"Really, we are local, and we used to go to the Fox and Hounds, but they closed it for refurbishment, so we came here. It is a girl's night out, and you do not appear to be, female," she commented.

"I see, and I am not, as you rightly said, but I would like to buy you a drink if I may that will not affect your gathering will it, or do you prefer it with a caldron," I asked seeing as she was being so negative.

"Wow, you have guts, but as with all males, little brains," she said.

"I would have to argue with that, according to my profession," I said.

"What do you have a degree in, being a prat?" she asked me.

I smiled at her, this was fun; I felt the insults were meant yet not, so I continued.

"Actually I have a degree in structural engineering," I said.

"Yes, I met a surgeon last week, and he didn't know where the anvil was," she said.

"A steel one used by a black smith, or the one in the ear, which did you mean?" I replied.

"The one in the ear obviously, the clue was in the fact that he said he was a surgeon. OK, what do you think we do for a living? Twenty questions get it right, and you can join us for a drink; get it wrong, and you go away," She challenged me.

"A deal it is very easy, you are a very attractive group of ladies, so the fashion industry, probably self-employed, models," I said.

"Two down, no, we are not models, sorry to be fair one down, we are self-employed," she said.

"And not in the fashion industry," I said.

"Two down, I did not say that, just that we were not models," she said.

"You are self-employed, and in the fashion industry, yet not models, interesting. You own dress shops," I said.

"Guessing seems to be getting you nowhere, there are three of us, and I will tell you that two of us do sell, dresses. Seventeen left to guess what the three of us do, for a living," she reminded me.

"The way you put that, spoke volumes, I am going out on a limb here, lingerie, but the caginess tells me that it is not the normal stuff, sexy, kinky stuff," I said.

"Good guess, I owned six shops selling sexy lingerie, and a few dresses. I am now retired as it were, renting out the shops, and taking a percentage of the profits. I must say I am perhaps the easiest for you to guess right, the others are not as obvious," the one to my left said.

"You all work in the sex industry," I said elated.

"Be very careful in your next comment, sixteen," she now said.

"So you do not sell your bodies, good, but that does make it a lot easier," I said.

"You both run brothels, manage the girls who do," I said smiling.

"Fifteen, no," she said cold, so cold I had hit a nerve.

So you work in the sex industry, and do not sell your bodies, and do not manage girls who do, hum, interesting, you are on the fringe of the industry," I said.

"I would say that was correct, fourteen," she said.

"Sex therapists, teaching males how to make their wives, happy," I said.

"Thirteen, and I suppose there is an element of that in our businesses," she said.

"So you two are not in the same business, yet you are in the same area of the sex industry?" I asked.

"A difficult one, we are both in the sex industry, yet different branches, we help people, yet not with therapy, but there is an element of therapy in the work we do, and we endeavour to make partners happy. That leaves you with eleven questions, or statements," she told me, and smiled.

"Hum, I was about to suggest you both were dominatrix, but they do not help the partner. Hum," I said.

"Ten, keep going, you are half way, and only got one right, typical male, dense," she said.

"I am willing to bet you are a dominatrix, taking control, and being so dominant. You spank naughty boys, how does that help their partner?" I asked.

"Very simple really, once controlled, they obey their wives, making the wife happy. 'I have a list of the shopping will you collect it on your way home from work, dear?' The wife says, 'Yes dear,' Hubby says rather than, 'Ah, can't you do it?' see an obedient husband makes for a happy wife," she said.

"Ten questions left, and one to go, now what, about you? You work in the sex industry, on the periphery, not a dominatrix, so what?" I asked.

She smiled at me, saying you'll never get this, with her smile.

I hope your arithmetic is better when calculating structural supports. Nine left, and now eight," the dominatrix said.

'You sell dresses, and sexy underwear, yet not like this lady did, hum," I said.

"Seven, I am a bitch, aren't I?" she asked.

"True to form, I would say," I said smiling.

"You interest me, I am warming to you, and I have always wanted a submissive to look after me, let's make this interesting? You win, and as well as allowing those two to join us; I will take you to my bed. If you lose you will agree to being my, submissive. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning you attend my dungeon, where we will sign the contract. How big are your balls, or how sure are you, you will get her profession?" She asked me.

"This does not count, I am summarising," I said.

"Then do it quietly, do you really think I want you, in my bed?" She asked me.

"What makes you think I want you?" I said in retaliation.

"Touché," she said.

"I will take the bet, there aren't that many areas left," I said.

"Girls you are my witnesses, unless you want to include those two, as witnesses?" She asked me.

"No, it is between you and me, and stop spoiling my concentration," I said.

"You sell dresses, yet not the sexy lingerie she sells, is it kinky say leather clothing for people with that fetish?" I asked.

"Yes and no," she said.

"Oh, hum, so you do sell the fetish clothing, hum," I said.

"Five, and it is again a yes, and no," the dominatrix said.

"Do you have a particular clientele, like male or female?" I asked.

"Yes, and that leaves you with four," she told me.

"Is it exclusive to one sex?" I asked.

"No," she said.

"I get male and female customers," the woman said.

"You said that it has a therapeutic value, I am confused. How can selling dresses have a therapeutic value?" I asked not thinking.

"Two left, we will explain later," she said.

"You sell lingerie and dresses do you sell anything else?" I asked.

"A whole range of things including make-up, dildos, and butt plugs, and sessions," the woman said.

"And sessions," I said.

"Be careful this is the last question or guess, you have to get it right, or be at my dungeon at nine o'clock precisely, tomorrow. Do you work by the way?" she asked me.

"No, I am between jobs at the moment," I said.

"Good, I will need your undivided attention for a couple of weeks whilst I train you," she said.

"Don't make too many plans, I still have one guess," I said.

"I won't, but the questions have led you away from her business, not closer to it," she said.

"You manufacture, and have a retail shop for rubber clothing," I said.

"No, I did, but moved out of that business. I now train and supply transvestites with clothing from a G-string to a wedding gown, and train them in make-up, with sessions on how to apply it. They need to feel female, so it is therapeutic for, my clients," she told me.

"How obscure is that? I would never have guessed. So I will leave you as agreed thank you, it has been educational, and entertaining," I said, and made to leave.

"Have you forgotten something, my address, I will write it down for you, remember nine o'clock sharp. I would hate to have to send the girls around to collect you," she said, and handed me a piece of paper with her address on it.

"I had thought you were joking like, besides, I do not know your name?" I asked.

"Yes you do, Mistress, I will also need your address, so that if necessary I can send the girls around. The least painful way is to do as told, remember that, it will save you a lot of pain; nine o'clock prompt, good bye," she said smiling.

"Don't bother with them; they are bitches of the first order, prick teasers, all of them. How about we go fishing tomorrow?" I asked, re-joining the lads.