i was soon esconced on the end of the table with three of the Ladies – H., N., and C. H., who i mentioned in another recent blog as keen to hand over some of Her work to me, gives the initially impression of being conventional and bookish, but actually has a distinct “wild” side. This was much more to the fore that evening as She has swapped Her glasses for contacts, let down Her long red hair and wore a glittery, revealing black top.
N., with her punky style and delightful “hippychick” way of speaking (“Hey paul man!”) appears to be more obviously the “wild child” and to an extent She is, though the way She projects masks a degree of insecurity. H., though a few years younger than N (who is in Her early thirties), is the stronger personality. N. takes Her cue from the younger girl. N. has always been very curious about my relationship with A., and has quizzed me about it on several other social occasions.
C is a Mother of two around the same age as N and can be a little shy, though She can be mischievous given encouragement from the other two.
From the outset, They were asking me about A – why wasn’t She there, where was She etc. As the alcohol began to take effect, the questions became more personal and searching: Are You two “seeing” one another? why do You let her boss You about so much? Do You like to be bossed about?
i answered honestly but discreetly. No, We/we are not “seeing” one another (i assumed that was just a euphemism for having an affair). Yes, i like her bossing me about. i like strong, assertive Women who take the lead in a relationship. i also believe that Females tend to have sounder judgement than males and certainly that A’s judgement is better than mine.
The conversation turned (at H’s instigation) to sexual politics and i explained that in my view the world would benefit if more Women were in positions of power as i thought they were more suited to its responsible use than males. This earned me a round of applause and some whooping and hollering from my table mates which had people on the other tables looking across to see what was going on.
The high spirits continued as (encouraged by H and N) i started to get on my Female Supremacy soapbox, running down my own sex to the absolute delight of my companions. There were some raised eyebrows from the other diners, but no one actually contradicted me, so i continued to hold forth right through to pudding!
There was a nice bit of subtle dominance during the main course when H admired my salmon fillet. i immediately offered Her some and invited Her to take what She wanted. N took some as well and then all three started to take more without asking until They ended up eating the lion’s share of my dinner for me. i saw what they were doing and felt a little excited by it as i do usually when Ladies exploit my submissiveness. My only concern was that they were also plying me with wine and if i didn’t eat much i was going to get squiffy.
As the meal ended and the tables were getting cleared, the Ladies went off to the dance floor and I went off to call A. i told Her about the questions I had been asked and my replies and also about my rant and how it was received. i mentioned that the Ladies were being playfully dominant and acknowledged that i was a little excited, though not actually sexually aroused.
A was happy about my replies to the Ladies’ questions and also about my speech, though She said i should be careful not to drink too much and do anything silly. She asked me how much i had drunk already and told me to stick to water from then on. i should let the girls enjoy teasing me but i was to be careful things didn’t go too far and i was to look after them in case They got drunk. i could stay until the party ended at 12 but i had to go straight home after that. i thanked Her and joined the others on the dance floor.
That was where i stayed for much of the rest of the evening, except when i was dispatched to fetch more drinks for the Ladies. Actually, this duty suited me even more than usual because it meant that i was able to ensure that no more alcohol was purchased for me.
N was (as always) the most enthusiastic drinker, with an almost insatiable thirst for champagne. C initially tried to match Her, but soon fell by the wayside. H was more sensible throughout. Not surprisingly, therefore, N was the only one who need my assistance by the end of the evening, though only in locating Her coat; H had arranged taxis for the trip home.
Nevertheless, all three ladies were in high spirits and i lost count of the amount of times my bottom was pinched on the dance floor; not just by the Ladies, either – also a couple of times by Our/our gay male colleague, though They put him up to it. i submitted to all the teasing with good grace, but drew the line when H put Her hand squarely on my genitals and squeezed my balls. i gently moved Her hand and politely asked Her not to touch me there. She smiled broadly and said with a wink:
“What would A say, eh?”
i retired from the dance floor to help calm things down and the remainder of the evening went off without incident. When We/we left I saw the Ladies to their respective cabs, opening the doors for them like a chauffeur and even kissing N’s hand, which She held outstretched for me.
The next day i found out what A had to say about the rest of my evening and She was not pleased. She blamed me for letting the ladies get tiddly (except N, who She knows to be incorrigible) and for letting them pinch my bottom. She asked me if i was attracted to H and was even less impressed when i confessed both that i did and also (when She asked about this too) that i had fantasised about serving Her.
The price of my sins was a slapped face and (a couple of days later) a slow, lengthy caning in “my” room in A’s house. i say slow because A spaced it out over a period of just over an hour. It was followed by a similarly lengthy bout of contrition. This is basically where i kneel before A., still naked and sore from my beating, kissing Her feet and begging Her forgiveness. There were long periods where She said nothing in response and all i could do was just keep going and hope for the best.
Since then i have had to tell her about any contact i have with H or N (who She does not have a very high opinion of) and clear it with Her before i do anything for them. The first time i saw H after the Christmas break (i think that would have been last Thursday), She gave me the most radiant, knowing smile that absolutely thrilled me to my boots. i told A at lunchtime. She didn’t say much but i am fairly sure that i am going to suffer for that before too long.
paul
. She wouldn’t let me walk on ahead as i carried Her bags back to the office and even told me to slow down when i tried to quicken my pace. Only when We/we actually got back upstairs did She allow me to walk ahead of Her and She insisted that i place Her bags by Her desk before finally making the “shoo, shoo” gesture which meant I was free to make a mad dash to the office toilets.
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