"This is the first boarding for Delta Flight 835, with direct service to New Orleans." At least that was what I thought was said. What I really heard was "This ... first...ing Del fight 8dirty5, ith dirt serval to ew Oreans." I grimaced at the terrible quality of the PA system and uncaring attitude of the gate employees.
I had to wait for the family with 2 young children boarding just before me. Thank god they wouldn't be sitting anywhere near me.
I sat back in seat 2A, and stretched my legs. The attractive flight attendant introduced herself as Jessica, and said she'd be serving me on the flight.
"I'd like a hot tea with honey," I said to her, while pulling out my phone to send last-minute text messages to my administrative assistant, Heather.
Jessica handed me my china cup of tea and said "Are you travelling for work or pleasure?"
I gave her what I believed to be a seductive smile and said, "A little of both, I hope."
At that point the economy classes were starting to board the plane, and Jessica had to move out of the aisle. I appreciated the view from behind, her ass filling out her outfit so well even though she was rather slim. I could imagine her providing the ultimate service, a blow job at 30,000 feet. I then passed the time sipping my tea and silently judging the fat women, nervous men and noisy children as they boarded.
I barely noticed the elderly man who sat next to me until he stuck out his hand to shake. "Hi I'm Richard Rollins. I'm travelling down to direct an episode of NCIS New Orleans."
"Daniel Scheffield," I replied. "Is that a TV show? I don't watch much. I am travelling to Nu Awlins for work." I over enunciated the way it was pronounced there, so Richard might understand his mistake. I continued, "My company, Scheffield and Associates, provides financial assistance and consulting to the medical industry. They required a whole new delivery model after Katrina, which we designed. In the old model the talent ran the show, now I do."
"Funny, that's what we call actors. What do you mean when you say the talent?" Richard inquired.
"The medical staff. They used to determine who got what service, now we do. They merely provide those services now." I explained, shrugging and gesturing a "what would you expect" expression.
It was obvious from Richard's expression that he didn't like my remark, but he didn't have the balls to object. He turned his attention to his newspaper instead. He was actually reading one printed on paper! Great, I thought, now I could sit back and get a little nap.
Daniel: New Orleans
The flight landed in New Orleans a few minutes late, at 2:30pm. After collecting my luggage, I took an Uber to my hotel, the Audubon Cottage. In addition to outstanding rooms at the edge of the French Quarter, the Cottage offered personal butler services.
As I walked into the lobby, I recognized the concierge, an attractive young woman in a very tight dress, who welcomed me with "Why hello Mr. Scheffield, I see that your flight was only 4 minutes late! Maybe we're beginning to make improvements! Should I send Mr. Williams to your suite?" I had often criticised the slow pace and devil may care attitude prevalent in the Crescent City.
"You can send Oscar to my room right away. I'd like my shoes shined and my dress shirts freshly starched and pressed for tomorrow morning at 7 sharp." I said, slowly running my eyes up from her high heels, lingering on her hips accentuated by the tight dress, over her decolletage, and finally up to her ever smiling lips. "Unless you'd like to perform my valet services, of course." I continued, raising my eyebrows.
"Oh Mr. Scheffield, you know I'd like nothing more, but the Cottage does have stringent non-fraternization rules." she insisted, while continuing to smile but also taking a half step away.
Smiling, I answered, "Of course, maybe someday in the future."
I really enjoyed making her uncomfortable. Maybe I should even learn her name one day. Walking to my room, I envisioned her naked except for her heels, fucking her doggie style drapped over my big bed.
After Oscar Williams left my room, I changed into my swimsuit for laps in the pool. As I swam I imagined myself naked, swimming under the water, between the bodies of nude women who were grabbing and fondling me as I passed. One of the women, wearing nothing but heels, grabbed me by the cock.
After I swam exactly 50 laps, I climbed out of the pool sporting a little wood after imaging all of the naked frolocking in the pool, returned to my room and undressed. While fondling myself, I called Heather. "Heather, did you make my reservations at Commander's Palace?" "Yes sir,'' she replied, "at 7pm."
"In the garden room, Heather?" I asked sternly, my cock now hard.
"Ah, I'm sorry Sir, but no. They don't seat singles in the Garden Room. But, but..." she stuttered.
"I thought it was clear that I wanted the fucking Garden Room. Did I not say that clearly enough Heather?" I said coldly, pre-cum now oozing from my cock.
"But Mr. Scheffield, I got you the Turrent table. I looked it up online. It's the best table in the restaurant."
"We will discuss this further on my return, Heather." I said menacingly.
"Yes sir." she said, so quietly I could barely hear her.
"So, did you actually manage to overnight the new contracts for the meeting tomorrow?" I demanded, continuing to stroke myself, envisioning her worried face.
"Of course Mr. Scheffield, they were delivered today. I have the delivery certification here on my desk."
Changing topics quickly to keep her off balance, I said, "Very good, Heather. You're wearing your normal Monday outfit?"
"Huh? Ummm I guess so, my blue dress, why do you ask?" she asked in a halting way.
"Oh, you know, I'm very visually oriented, I just like to be able to picture someone when I talk to them." I replied, as I started to feel my balls tighten up. "Don't you wonder the same about me right now?"
"No, oh NO, Mr. Scheffield, you know I'm just a simple secretary doing her work who can't wait to get home to my boyfriend." She said, thinking that I needed a reminder that she was in a relationship.
"You should not be thinking about Roy while at work, your focus should always be on me and my needs." I said, knowing full well that his name was Ryan.
At this point I began to cum and I let out a quiet moan, just loud enough for her to hear and understand what it meant.
"I shouldn't keep you Mr. Scheffield, you need to prepare for your meeting tomorrow..." she stammered.
"You are correct Heather, but it should be clear to you how important you are to me and how much you helped me just now. Goodbye." I said, smiling broadly, and wondering if I could get the woman in the heels to come and clean up my mess.
Following my release, I fell into a deep sleep, and didn't awake until I heard a light rap on the door.
Answering the door, I was greeted by a young brunette, wearing a red mardi gras style mask, and extending a card. The card read:
Mr. Daniel Scheffield,
The New Orleans Krewe of Belles, Damsels, and Stallions with Masks cordially invites you to their first ever "Come as you AREN'T party."
Wear whatever and as much or as little as you wish, but you must wear your mask at all times at the party. Anonymity is SO sexy!
Signify your RSVP by donning your mask and kissing the woman who hand delivered this invitation.
The Elms, St. Charles Avenue
The woman said, "In appreciation of your continued patronage, the Cottage management team has arranged for your personal invitation to this exclusive party at 9 pm tonight."
Handing me a mask with an elongated nose that looked something like a dick, she said "Remember, always wear the mask, and mention this party to no one else at the hotel. This perk is for you and you only."
Standing nude partially hidden by the door, I said, "I certainly accept your gracious invitation, but I'm being rude, would you like to come in for your kiss?"
"Oh no, Mr. Scheffield, but I hope to see you tonight. I'll be wearing this red mask." she said, smiling demurely as she gave me a chaste kiss. She quickly turned away and headed for the elevator. I watched her as she swayed away from me, surely aware that I was watching.
I quickly showered, and took a Lyft to Commander's Palace. I prefer to be a few minutes late, especially when they wouldn't reserve the table I wanted.
As usual, the meal was outstanding. I only wished I had someone to share it with. Commander's Palace's excellent food, wine, and amazing service always helped put a date in the right mood. Glancing at my watch, I realized it was nearly 9. I had carried the mask with me, hidden in my jacket. I gently rubbed the protruding nose and imagined the sensual delights that awaited me.
Quickly calculating the time back in LA as only 7pm, I called Heather.
"Hello, Mr. Scheffield," she answered. "What can I do for you?"
"You've done quite a lot for me already today," I said, hoping she would flash back to our earlier conversation while I orgasmed. "You also helped me tonight, the Turret table was outstanding. Maybe you should accompany me on my next trip here to experience everything in person."
"Oh no, Mr. Scheffield, my place is back here in the office taking care of business." she explained quickly. I had succeeded in making her nervous again; it gave me a bit of a hard-on.
"Well good night Heather. Tell your Reese I said he's a lucky man," I said, ending the connection with a smile on my face.
By the time I had paid the bill, it was 9:15. Normally a little early for my grand appearance, but I was looking forward to the party. The Elms is a short 5 block walk from Commander's, and I decided to walk. Fingering the mask, I put it on for the stroll.
Walking past the Lafayette Cemetery with the massive above ground crypts, I felt a chill of excitement as I neared my destination.
As I approached the Elms Mansion, I noticed the festive lights in the large yard that was the home to many New Orleans weddings. There were a number of people out in the yard, some talking, some dancing to the Jazz band that was on the Gazebo, but all wearing masks.
Approaching the door, I opened it only to be greeted by the same woman who had delivered my invitation. She smiled, and said "Good evening Mr. Scheffield, you're right on time".
I stepped over the threshold, only to have her put her open hand up to my chest and say "Your invitation please."
I laughed, and said "You obviously know me, and you therefore obviously know I'm invited. What if I forgot it in my room?"
"Then I'd have to refuse your admission." she said while smiling mischievously. "We expect you to take our rules seriously in this Krewe."
I smiled my most seductive smile, and pulled out my invitation. Handing it to her, I replied, "I hope you understand that I am the master of payback. I can't recall, what was your name?"
"Oh, I never told you." she replied. "What would you like to drink? I'll get it for you."
I had become enamoured with a Rye Whiskey drink first concocted at the Carousel bar in the Hotel Monteleon called the Vieux Carre. Rye Whiskey, French Cognac, and Sweet Vermouth, plus bitters makes for a very potent and delicious drink. "I'll have a Vieux Carre," I said, thinking their bartender probably wouldn't know how to make one. Red Mask, as I'd started to think of her, merely said, "Of course," turned and walked away. That same seductive ass swayed back and forth, mesmerizing me.
I spent the next few minutes people watching. There were a number of attractive couples, some very sexy women who appeared to be by themselves, and men scattered throughout the room. I pride myself on being able to read a room, but this room was different. The single women were mostly talking to the couples, single men were mainly standing by themselves and weren't hitting on the single women nor talking to each other.
I felt a hand on my arm, and my Red Mask mystery woman handed me a Vieux Carre, which on first sip was perfect.
"Amazing," I commented. "I didn't expect they'd know how to make one here."
Red Mask kept her hand on my arm, rubbing up and down slightly, and said, "We control access to the very best in New Orleans. The bartender is doing this as a favor for one of us. Our approval can be influential in this city."
"So, what is this Krewe? Who belongs to it?" I asked.
"All in good time Daniel," she answered. I realized that she had used my first name for the first time. It sent a shiver up my spine.
She said, "Let's dance." She led me to the dancefloor where we danced to a slow jazz standard that I recognized but couldn't name.
I was an excellent dancer, but felt a little out of sync with her. I didn't think it was me, I thought maybe that she wasn't an experienced dancer.
She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I normally lead. I don't always follow directions well."
She stuck out her left hand for my right, indicating she wanted to lead. It must have been that strong drink that I drank so quickly, but I accepted.
"Now I'm the one feeling a little clumsy, I'm not accustomed to being led." I chuckled.
She smiled her mysterious smile, and said "Oh I think you're a natural. You'll do fine."
Playing the lead, she pulled me closer. She couldn't help but feel my now hard cock against her lower abdomen. She smiled, and said, "I knew you'd like it. This feels really natural."
I wasn't sure if she meant our dancing or my hard cock. Either way I was OK playing this game as long as I got my payoff later tonight.
We danced several slow numbers in a row, and a number of couples and single women stopped by to speak with my partner. Alert for clues to her identity, I listened closely hoping for a name to be used. While Miss Red Mask addressed a number of them by their names, including at least one Judge and another she addressed as Senator, no one used her name. Either they addressed her as Miss or without any salutation. None of the single men approached us.
At this point, she whispered in my ear, "Daniel, are you ready to go? My house has historic significance and there are things there that I think you'll enjoy."
In response, I ground my cock into her body and said, "Let's go. There are some things I'd like to show you too."
"It's on the west bank so it's a bit of a ride. I'm going for a bathroom break before we go. You probably should too." she whispered.
I was one of those guys who believed that your body functions should adhere to a schedule, and it wasn't time to pee, so I stayed where I was. To be honest, I was visualizing what was certainly going to be a very erotic night and my cock was too hard to pee.
Miss Red Mask returned carrying two large styrofoam cups. "I got a couple of drinks to-go. It's a bit of a tradition here. I already messaged for an Uber, it is supposed to be here in 3 minutes. Let's go out to St. Charles."
"Heads up," she said, gulping down much of her drink.
Smiling, I took a sizable gulp of my drink, but didn't swallow it all down. It wasn't the kind of drink you shoot.
A minute late (it is New Orleans), a white Kia Optima pulled up with the ever present Uber sign in the window. It was driven by a woman. She lowered the passenger window, and before she said anything, Miss Red Mask said, "Carol? We're your passengers."
We climbed in, and Carol said, "It will take 30 minutes, there's a wreck on the Huey P. Long bridge."
As we pulled off, I started to remove my mask, when Miss Red Mask put her hand over mine and said "No. Let's keep the mystery alive."
I didn't think my cock could get any harder, but that statement raised it up another notch.
That 2nd drink really was affecting me. I pride myself on my ability to hold my liquor, but I was getting light headed.
"Are you alright dear?" Miss Red Mask asked. "If you need to get a little nap, that's OK, you're in for a long night." she said, licking her lips slowly.
Daniel: The Room, Day 1
The next thing I recall was awaking in a darkened room, alone in bed. Looking down, I realized I was naked, and wondered where my Miss Red Mask was. I couldn't remember anything about the night, but it must have ended well, otherwise why would I be laying naked in bed?
It was then that I realized that there was a strap wrapped around my waist and my hands were manacled to a cable that was anchored somewhere above me. In the darkness of the room, I couldn't see where the cables ended. "What the fuck?" was all I said.
Suddenly I heard a voice coming from somewhere in the room say, "Daniel, you're finally awake! So nice to see you conscious."
The voice without a body continued, "You might have noticed your restraints. You are our guest, and it is in your best interest to do what we tell you."
The room suddenly brightened, and I could see that I was in a large rectangular room with a steel bar running the length of the room. The strap around my waist was looped over the bar, and the cables attached to my hand cuffs ran along the same bar.
I stood up, and pulled at the strap and cable to try and free them, they didn't budge.
"Ah, Danny, I see you are a slow learner. That's what we expected of you. The pipe running the length of the room is capable of supporting 2,000 pounds, and the strap and cables support the same weight. The only thing you'll accomplish is wearing yourself out and abrading your skin. Besides, it was my impression that you would enjoy spending time naked with me." the disembodied voice instructed.
Looking around the room, I saw that there was a large TV at one end, currently turned off, and a door at the other end, currently closed. The bed I was laying on was nearest the TV, with a shower, toilet, and sink between where I lay and the door. There was a steel bench on the floor near the door. There was a group of lights above the door, with a red light currently on.
I appeared that I could walk the length of the room, but I don't think I could reach the door. I immediately stood up, and walked towards the door. As I neared it, the strap around my waist pulled taunt. I couldn't quite reach it. The cables cuffing my hands slid along as I walked.
"Very good Danny. It's best that you exercise to keep yourself in shape during your stay with us. We have reached out to your father for a ransom for your release. Your release, and the length of your stay with us is entirely dependent on his actions."
I looked around to find a camera, and realized there were cameras mounted in each corner of the room. I was entirely on display, an animal in his cage.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted. "My father doesn't need to be involved. If you need a little money, I'm happy to provide it."
"You, little boy, have no wealth of your own, regardless of the image you try to portray. Your father sends you out of town to rid himself of your arrogance and stupidity, and only sends you places where you can do minimal harm."
Enraged, I lunged towards the door. The waist strap easily stopped me.
I heard a metallic sound, and the red light above the door flickered out, and the green light came on. I heard another metallic sound, which sounded like a deadbolt being turned, and the door opened.
A woman appeared at the door, wearing a mardi gras mask, but not the red mask from the night before. She was blond, and therefore had to be a different woman. Another woman called out what turned out to be a checklist:
"Keys on hook?"
"Yes," the blond replied.
"Straps visible?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Boy on knees?"
"NO" she replied loudly.
"Kneel," she barked, looking directly at me.
"Fuck you!" I spat back.
She moved quickly to her left, and pulled on a cable that stretched from the wall to a pulley system that was mounted on the bar above me. My arms were jerked upwards, painfully, until I found myself standing on my toes to keep my shoulders from dislocating. She then tied off her end of the cable, and picked up a small black whip that she must have left just outside the door.
She walked calmly towards me, whipping me on the arms, chest, and cock. I attempted to get away, but all I could do was spin around slightly. She continued to pummel my ass and back with the whip.
I screamed, "Stop! Please stop! Who are you? What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me?"
She continued to whip me, her breath now labored from the exertion. "Because" striking me between each word "you" whip "are" whip "a" whip "spoiled" whip "little" whip "brat."
"Do you think you can follow simple commands?" she questioned.
"Yes! Whatever you want! Please stop!" I cried.
So she stopped. She returned to the cable, released her end, which allowed my arms to drop. I immediately dropped to the floor.
"Kneel!" she said.
I managed to sit up and knelt down. To be more accurate, I had to get up to kneel up as I was lying on the floor.
"Hands behind your back," she commanded.
I did as she ordered.
"Now spread those knees out. You are on display for me. I want to see that scrawny little cock of yours." she ordered.
I obeyed, looking at her, trying to figure out why she was treating me like this, trying to connect with her through eye contact so she'd understand what she was doing was wrong.
"Eyes down, slave." she uttered.
"Your only value in life is the ransom your dad will pay and whatever you do that might please me. Right now, you don't please me at all."
'What the fuck?' I thought.
I pride myself on being calm in stressful situations, and I counted to ten, controlled my breathing, and immediately started to study my surroundings more closely. The blond might have been the same woman as last night but with a wig on, or maybe she had a wig on last night.
"Eyes down," she commanded as she whipped the top of my head.
"Sorry." I said in my most convincing manner.
"Yes you are, Danny-Boy." She sneered, laughing softly. "I'm sure you're thinking about how you can escape or how you can overpower us. We're neither easily fooled nor women you have power over. We have the power here. You're considerably deep in the swamp, in an old fishing camp. You can scream your lungs out, but there's no one to hear you, and every scream, any disobedience will be dealt with immediately and severely. I hope your father loves you more than his money, or else you might become alligator food. They love white meat."
I was becoming uncomfortable in my pose, and scooted my knees together to relieve some of the pressure.
"Spread them!" she yelled, whipping me again across the thighs until I opened up again for her.
"Better. You might not have much to show, but I do enjoy making you do so. You've been inflicting your cock on women who have no power for years. Since you're so proud of your cock, it's only right that you display it."
Continuing, she said, "Your first lesson today is Display. When I say display, you drop to your knees, put your hands behind your back, spread your knees, and cast your eyes down. You may look at my shoes, but I don't want to be able to see your eyes." Then in a slow menacing way she said, "Can you manage to carry out one simple task?"
"Yes." I answered.
Flogging me with the whip she said, "You may address me as Mistress or even Miss, but only when you're spoken to. Do you understand?"
"Ye-yes Miss." I stammered.
With that, she turned around and left the room. I heard a metallic sound and the light above the door turned red.
I got up painfully, and returned to the bed.
After lying down, I realized I really need to pee. I got up and peed in the toilet and returned to the bed.
The lights went down, and the TV came on. Instead of sports or the financial news I was accustomed to watching, what appeared to be porn came on. Instead of a naked woman, there was a nude man, tied up, being given verbal instructions from a mostly naked woman. She told him how to Display. He knelt immediately, put his hands behind his back, spread his knees, and looked down. His enormous cock was as hard as a rock. She nudged his balls and cock with the toe of her high heels, and spoke to him in a condescending, but sexy manner.
She told him he was a good boy, and could reward himself. He immediately brought one of his hands to the front and began to masterbate. She teased him with her sexy voice as he continued to beat off. She hit his cock multiple times with a whip, but although he jumped every time he was hit, he never stopped stroking himself. After a few minutes, he had a gigantic eruption of cum, shooting out a foot from his body. He continued to stroke, even though it was obvious from his flinching that his cock was very sensitive. After a painful minute, she said "Stop." He immediately put his hand back behind his back and continued to look down.
"Clean up." She ordered. He immediately got down on all fours and started licking up his cum. The video ended with a trailer that said "Lesson 2, How to Train with a spreader."
Despite my situation, I had gotten hard almost immediately during the video. I had begun to masterbate, actually in time with the man in the video. I was still stroking when the video ended.
Immediately I heard the metallic sound that I now equated with unlocking the door. The light turned green, and the red mask woman, stormed in brandishing the whip.
"Stop it! Stop that right now!" she cursed, "You only beat off when I tell you. You haven't earned that right!"
I stopped, fearing another beating. She then smiled, and said, "It appears you are at least as smart as a dog.
"Now get on your bed. We have a meal coming soon. I hope you like Gumbo."
I climbed onto the bed, waiting for her to leave, and then again started my study of my room and the contraption that I was tethered to.
Possibly realizing what I was doing, the lights went out. Once again the TV came on again. The same instructional video came on. Once again, I got hard when watching, but this time I did not touch myself.
Another video followed. The second defined the role of a "Sub," which I guess was supposed to be me. As a sub I should only speak when spoken to, and should always obey the instructions of my "Domme."
"What the fuck has happened to me?" I thought. Somehow, I needed to escape these crazy bitches.
Sometime later, the lights came on, I heard the mechanical lock, the green light came on, and the door opened. The first woman, with the red mask, emerged carrying a tray with food.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Yes," I honestly replied.
Instead of approaching me with the tray, she immediately turned around, carrying the tray with her. The door closed, the red light came on, and I heard the lock engaging.
A few moments later, a video instructing me to always address my Domme as 'Miss' or 'Mistress' came on. It reminded me to never say 'Yes', but to say 'Yes, Mistress'.
Being really hungry, I loudly said, "I'm sorry Mistress, I meant to say Yes Mistress."
Silence ensued.
Several minutes later the TV came alive again, and the "Display" video played again, followed by a video named "Inspection". Inspection was similar to Display, except that instead of splayed knees, I stood straight up from my knees and put my hands behind my head.
"Practice makes perfect sub," was practically shouted over the rooms speakers.
Understanding that they wanted me to follow the video, I climbed down to the floor and followed the instructions.
"Face the door," was the next command I heard. I followed their instructions, practicing my poses while facing the door.
Several minutes later I heard "Good boy."
Against every fiber of my being, I smiled.
"May I speak, Mistress?" I loudly asked, not knowing how well they could hear me.
"Yes you may, but there's no need to shout." was the reply.
"May I have something to eat, Mistress?" I asked.
"No. You were disobedient and rude. You will eat tomorrow assuming you can manage your tongue and show the proper attitude." was her reply.
I'm fucking starving I thought to myself. "Yes, Mistress" I answered.
"Good night Daniel. Go to bed." was all that was said.
The TV went out, and the only light was the red light above the door.
I slowly walked over to the bed and laid down. I wondered what time it was, and whether it was really nighttime. I had no reference to know. No windows, no live TV, no cell phone, no contact with the outside world at all. Surprising myself, I soon fell asleep.
Daniel: The Room, Day Two
I awoke the next morning with a growling stomach, a need to pee, and a raging hard-on.
"Good morning Danny! I see that you've been dreaming about me! Glad to see you're enjoying yourself while your father is desperately trying to find his little boy. He doesn't quite believe you've been kidnapped." was the first thing I heard.
The Red Masked Domme came in after unlocking the door and going through the verbal security checklist. She was carrying a tray, which I hoped was food.
"Inspection" was all she said. I jumped down to my knees, put my hands behind my head, and looked down. My cock was standing at attention.
"Good boy," she said. "It appears you are trainable after all. Would you like some breakfast?"
"Yes, Mistress." I said, remembering my mistake yesterday.
She placed the tray on the bench. Thinking this might be a trick, I held my pose.
Smiling, she said, "Very good. You're beginning to understand that you are absolutely under my control. If you're really good I might allow you to give yourself a release some day.."
"Thank you, Mistress," I said. Looking down at my throbbing cockhead.
After breakfast, I needed to use the bathroom, but not just to pee. I was absolutely ashamed to take a shit in front of the ever present cameras, but I really needed to. I sat down and immediately emptied my bowels. There was a roll of toilet paper next to the toilet, and somehow wiping myself in front of their watchful eyes was even more embarrassing than taking the shit.
After flushing the toilet the disembodied voice spoke up, "You're a disgusting little thing, but at least clean up. Take a shower."
The water was really cold, but I was able to clean up. The constraints around my waist and wrists hindered my movements, but I was able to take a shower in the open air shower. Without a towel, I had to air dry.
The TV soon came on, and the same instructional videos played with some additional videos on Domme/Sub relationships added along with a video about a cock cage. I feared this meant I'd soon be wearing one. Of course, it also meant someone would have to get close enough to touch me, and I might be able to overpower them.
The final video featured a nearly fully naked Domme wearing a leather bra with exposed nipples and crotchless leather panties. The Sub was fully naked, sporting an enormous hard-on, kneeling in the Display pose while eating the Domme. She was obviously about to climax, giving her Sub instructions when and where to put his tongue. My cock was again as hard as a rock and I really needed to beat off.
"I see you enjoy the Service video. If you are good, you may be allowed to Service me." she said. "Since you've been better behaved so far today, I'll play the video on a loop, and you may masterbate."
"Thank you, Mistress" I said, truly appreciative that I could give myself a release. I immediately began to stroke my cock."
"Only while in the Inspection pose, sub, and face the door." she explained.
I nearly jumped down into my pose, and began to slowly stroke myself. I heard the unmistakable sound of the unlocking door and noticed the lights change to green. Both of the women, wearing their Mardi Gras masks, entered the room and watched.
I could soon feel the tightening up of my balls, and felt and saw the pre-cum at the head of my cock.
"Daniel, look me in the eyes." the Red Mask woman ordered.
I did, and soon began an explosion with cum arcing out towards her as she smiled and licked her lips.
"That was wonderful Daniel." she said, "Was that for me? Were you thinking about servicing me when you came?"
"Yes Mistress" I honestly answered. "I imagined I was inside of you when I came."
"Well, I can't imagine that ever happening, sub. I may watch you cum, and order you to cum, but you're not good enough for me boy. I enjoy watching since I don't have any of my real men out here with me. When I'm with them I'll never think of you and your little cock unless we want to share a good laugh."
"Now clean it up." she sneered.
Remembering the video of the sub licking up his cum, I shuddered. "I can't do that." I said.
The Red Mask woman said to her partner "Get me the enforcer please."
The other woman, smiling and raising an eyebrow, handed a stick to her.
"Raise his arms." she said.
Pulling up the cable, my arms raised and I stood. "Inspect!" the Red Mask yelled.
I dropped the best I could to my knees. The other woman lowered my arms to the point that I could kneel leaving my hands raised above my head, a perfectly vulnerable position.
The Red Mask poked the stick into my cock and pushed a button on it. An unbelievable electric shock burned into my cock. My entire body spasmed. She wrenched it over to my balls and pushed the button again. The pain was unbelievable. I didn't think it could be worse than a shock to my dick, but I was wrong. My body spasmed again, and despite the strain on my shoulders, I pulled hard against the cable, trying to get away.
"Are you ready to clean up, boy?" she snarled through clenched teeth.
"YES! Yes Mistress!" I panted.
"Good. I do prefer it when you know your place little boy. Let's see you make that floor sparkling clean." she exclaimed, smiling wickedly at me.
With the cables now being lowered, I was able to crawl over to the splatters on the floor. I bent over and licked it up.
"You missed a spot." the Red Mask pointed with the toe of her shoe. "When you finish, you can lick my shoes too."
I obeyed, and then sat on the floor looking sullenly at the two women.
"Daniel, it's time we had a serious talk. Your father is trying to pretend he doesn't have the money we require for your release. We've asked for $60 million in BitCoin. He's pretending he doesn't know how to do that either. We know his company has used BitCoin in some of his overseas transactions to avoid income taxes."
I know my father well. He's trying to investigate who the kidnappers are and where they're holding me. He's unlikely to pay.
"What happens if he doesn't pay?" I asked.
"You'll lose a body part which will be sent to him." she calmly replied.
I immediately thought of my cock. "Please, don't do that." I said.
"You're thinking of your cock. You're ALWAYS thinking of your cock, Daniel. I was thinking more of a finger, something that can be identified." she answered.
I immediately felt the phantom pain in my hand, somehow I had identified the left index finger as the digit in question. I slowly rubbed the finger.
"Thanks, I know which one to take now." she said. "Of course, if that doesn't work, it will be another finger, then a hand, then ... well maybe your cock. The blood loss cutting off a cock is much greater. I hate to lose you as a bargaining chip."
I slowly began to sob. I believe it's important to always show strength, but the reality of my situation was beginning to sink in. I might die here.
Approaching me, she gently ran her fingers through my hair. "Hopefully it won't come to that Dear. I'm sure your father, in his own way, loves you. I believe he'll pay us."
James: Day Two
"Have we found out where that dumbass is?" James Scheffield screamed at Robert, his chief of security.
"No sir, Mr. Scheffield. We know he checked into his room. He met briefly with their butler service, and later spoke with his Administrative Assistant about his dinner reservation. We know he ate dinner at Commander's Palace because we have a copy of credit card transaction." Robert replied. "However, we have no information on his movements afterwards. He did not book a ride with Uber or Lyft back to the hotel, and he had no credit card transactions since the restaurant."
"What about the restaurants security cameras" James asked.
"We couldn't get it from them. Since we don't want to reveal that Mr. Scheffield might have been kidnapped, it's difficult to convince them to release the video."
"You can't just hack into their system?" James queried.
"It's not as easy as they show it on TV.'' Robert answered. "Maybe it's time to call in the police."
"Fuck that Robert. I don't want my competition to know anything about this. We have sensitive negotiations going on in Colorado right now, and I don't want to mess that up."
"Then I recommend we pay the ransom." Robert said.
"We? Who the fuck is We, Robert? Are you putting up some of the $60 mill?" James fumed.
"No sir, but I know I'd pay whatever I had to if this was my son." Robert replied.
"I know, Robert, I know. I've arranged for the money, and I'm working on the process to convert it into BitCoin and deposit it into their Bitcoin wallet." James quietly replied.
"My IT folks say that it's next to impossible to track the money once it's converted into BitCoin. They said that the ransom demand appears to come from a Russian IP address, which they believe is spoofed. Essentially they're as useful in this as you have been." James declared.
"The FBI might be able to trace it." Robert said. He noticed that James grimaced when he mentioned the feds. James had issues with the FBI in some of his international dealings, and he held a sizable grudge against them.
"No way Robert. I want someone who can do what the FBI does, and knows the New Orleans world. Do you think you can find someone for me?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Scheffield." Robert replied, thinking it would never work. The FBI has techniques that some backroom private eye in New Orleans would never have.
"I'm sending the money tomorrow morning at 9am." James said as he showed Robert to the door.
James poured himself a Scotch, enabled his security system, and walked to his bedroom. He was frustrated and needed a release. He had managed to arrange one that was to his liking.
He had located Katrina on a website that specialized in Eastern European women. Katrina was a rental, and would be sent back when he tired of her. She believed they would be getting married. Katrina was in his bedroom, wearing a sexy negligee. She immediately looked alarmed when she saw his mood. She walked up to him, and said, "Let's make love James, I need you inside me."
James slapped Katrina across the face and started ripping the flimsy nightgown off of her. Pulling down his trousers, he forced her to all fours and began to anally fuck her, forcing her head down with his hand.
Katrina knew better than to complain when he was in one of these moods, she just tried to enjoy it. One day she would make him pay, but that day wasn't today.
Against her own wishes, her nipples hardened, and her pussy was wet with excitement. "Please James, fuck my pussy! I want to feel your cum inside of me."
James pulled out, repositioned her, and thrust his cock into her fully lubricated pussy. Nothing was as exciting as a woman, on all fours, begging to be fucked. He was quite proud of his 9 inch dick, and thrilled at the thought of forcing it on her.
Too soon he began to feel his balls tighten up. His groans became louder and higher pitched. Katrina, experienced at stroking the egos of men, began to moan and screamed, "I'm cumming!" Her primal sounds became louder and faster as James continued to slam into her. They both emitted loud animal groans as he came and she pretended to.
Daniel: The Room, Day 3
The next day after breakfast the other woman, wearing a green mask came in with a metal bar and shackles. "It's time that you feel what you inflict on others, Danny." She attached what she called a spreader bar between his legs, forcing them wide apart. She pushed him down over the bench and locked the hand shackles to the bench legs. Danny felt completely exposed. After applying lube to his ass, she called out that he was ready. The Red Mask came into the room, naked except for a huge dildo she was wearing like a dick.
"Let's fuck Daniel" was all she said. She immediately slid the dildo into his ass and proceeded to pound it brutally. Daniel screamed in pain which she seemed to enjoy as she was laughing lustily. "I'm just sorry that we don't have another boy to cum in your ass. I need to find another sub."
That was the last time I saw the lady in the Green Mask. The Red Mask was my constant companion, guard, and trainer.
Daniel: The Room, Days on End
This continued for days and I found that I became accustomed to being ass fucked, and my cock actually got hard whenever I saw her wearing the dildo. Eventually, I began cumming while being fucked.
Day after day my incarceration followed the pattern. Lessons, meals, humiliations followed by more of the same. At least once per day she showed me a porn video. It became a routine that she would come in to watch me masterbate and order me to lick it up. The Red Mask consoled me when I despaired, but corrected me with an iron hand.
The Private Investigator
James Scheffield flew to New Orleans to meet the private investigator that Robert had identified. Apparently she came with great credentials and a track record of accomplishment, but tempered by an equally impressive history of violence.
"Mr. Scheffield, this is Jan Thibodeaux. She's an investigator from New Orleans, and previously worked for the FBI in their New Orleans office." Robert said, introducing the short, but obviously powerfully built young woman.
"So why would anyone quit the FBI to become a private investigator?" James asked bluntly.
Jan glanced briefly at James, and said, equally bluntly, "Well, it seems the FBI had issues with some of my techniques. They said I was too rough with the perps. I prefer to be obeyed when I speak." she finished, staring at Robert.
"Tell me how you propose to proceed, Jan?" James Scheffield asked.
"I prefer to be addressed as Miss Thibodeaux." she replied, her steely eyes squinting in a Clint Eastwood fashion.
"Of course, Miss Thibodeaux, as you wish." James Scheffield replied, smiling broadly. His eyes did not share the humor.
"I'll trace his actions from the time he arrived in New Orleans. I need to know who might have a grudge against him or you. You've paid the ransom, and he's neither been released nor has his body been found. This feels personal to me." she elaborated.
"We've already traced his movements, and we'll share what we know. We know he went to Commander's Palace to eat that night, but lost him afterwards. We failed in attempts to get the video feeds from the Hotel or Commander's Palace." Robert interjected.
Jan smirked at Robert and said, "I won't have problems with those feeds, I just wish you had contacted me earlier. New Orleans is a walking city so he might have walked down Washington Avenue to St. Charles and caught the streetcar. The NOPD has a crime camera on St. Charles near there. I'll get their feed and see if we catch sight of him. Magazine Street is in the opposite direction, and many of the small retailers there have security cameras watching their front doors, so that's another option. I think St. Charles is a better guess, as I could imagine Daniel riding a street car, since it's a popular thing for tourists, but I couldn't imagine him catching the bus on Magazine. He doesn't seem like the type who would take a bus with the common folk."
Staring him down as she spoke, Robert felt a tingle down his spine. 'She's got a lot of nerve for a woman' he thought. His thoughts didn't prevent his cock from reacting. She was tough, sexy, and dominating. She stared at him in a way that made him think she knew his secrets.
Daniel: The Room
Weeks passed. I thought of the college class where I first learned about the Stockholm Syndrome. I realized that I had fallen victim to it, but knowing it and doing something about it are two different things. My cock had learned to obey her commands. I got hard when she told me, went soft when she told me, even would cum on command.
As frequently happened, the mechanical sounds of the door heralded her entry into 'my' room.
It was the Red Mask, who said "Display." I immediately did. "I have some new surprises in store for you today! You like surprises, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress." I had learned that while the Red Mask was severe, she actually cared for me. I never asked about the Green Mask and her absence since she had always scared me.
"I have a visitor for you. I know you feel isolated here, so I brought you a playmate. I'll just have to apply this ball gag to your mouth so you can't talk."
She shoved a red (of course) ball gag into my mouth and strapped it into place. She then installed the spreader bar and shackled me to the bench.
The Red Mask then led a naked man into the room with a mask completely covering his eyes. It was obvious that he could not see. The veins in his huge cock were prominent. I felt a pang of jealousy as the Red Mask stroked him as she whispered to him. "This is your surprise. We have another sub for you to fuck. He won't speak, and neither should you. He wants this as much as you do."
"This is fully your decision. Do you want to do it?" she asked.
He said "Yes Mistress" but only after I had said "Yes Mistress" too. She looked at me in surprise as it became obvious she had been talking to him only.
I struggled against the ball gag, but all I could make was a muffled sound. Without saying a word, the Red Mask lubricated my ass paying special attention to massage my balls and sticking a finger deep in my ass.
She maneuvered the man behind me. Tentatively, I felt him push his cock up against my ass. Slowly, he pushed the head into my ass. I never would be able to handle this without the fuckings that the Red Mask had given me. Slowly, he pushed his cock deeper into my ass. Initially, I squeezed my sphincter muscles which made his entry difficult and it painful for me. I soon realized that it would be less painful if I relaxed. As he picked up rhythm, he began to moan slightly. Without realizing it, I began to buck and push my ass back in the same rhythm. It was soon obvious that he was about to cum, and I involuntarily shoved back against his cock. I knew from the sensations in my cock that I was dripping pre-cum, and I just hoped I wouldn't cum when he did.
With a loud moan, he came and I could feel the pressure in my ass decrease as his cock shrivelled. WIth a shudder, I realized I could feel his cum running down my ass.
"Boy, get down on your knees and clean him up!" the other masked woman said.
I was confused as I was completely immobile when I realized she was commanding him.
The feel of his tongue in my ass was explosive. My cock felt like it was about to explode, and I couldn't wait until I was able to beat off. Minutes later I heard the Red Mask tell him "Good boy! He's as clean as a baby!"
I then felt my shackles being unlocked and I was able to stand up, my ass sore, but my cock hard and ready to explode.
"Worship him," the Red Mask said.
Confused again, I realized that she was leading his hands to my cock. He got down on his knees, and sucked on my cock. He fondled my nuts, and did his best to deep throat my cock. Once again, I began to rock my hips to his pace, effectively fucking his face. I felt the growing pressure in my balls, and knew I couldn't last long.
Grunting and moaning against my ball-gag, I came hard. He choked briefly on the volume of cum before swallowing it down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said "Thank you, Mistress."
The Private Investigator
"Robert, I'm ready to discuss my findings. I will come to your room in 15 minutes." Jan stated over the phone without any social niceties or even asking if they could meet in his room.
Exactly 15 minutes later there was a sharp knock at his hotel room door. He opened the door to see Jan Thibodeaux wearing what he had come to call her uniform: Tactical pants and a tight button down shirt. He had imagined what those tits would look like, or better yet how they would feel. Her dominating personality had prevented him from ever making a move.
"My first task was learning what he did here at the hotel. Since you waited so long to contact me the security video at the hotel had already been overwritten, so I learned nothing there. I did learn that although Daniel Scheffield was a valued repeat customer, he wasn't well liked. He treated the staff, especially the women, badly. He ordered the men around and propositioned women non-stop."
"Have you learned anything while staying here?" she asked.
"Nothing concrete. Most of the staff has been here for years, and they maintain a very proper relationship with their guests. It seems unlikely that Daniel, considering his personality, ever developed a relationship with anyone here." he answered.
"So what have you been doing all this time? Strutting around the swimming pool showing off your biceps?" she snorted.
"Well, I was supposed to be available to you, but this is the first time I've heard from you." he responded. "Thanks for noticing, I wasn't sure if I was your type."
"Well, how about you show off those muscles for me? You don't know enough about me to possibly guess what my type is."
Looking a little unsure of himself, he surprised himself by beginning to remove his shirt.
While watching him, she unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, showing the top of her cleavage. Amazingly she was still thinking about the case. She said "I had better luck with the video at Commander's. I saw Daniel leave the restaurant around 9:15 and take off on foot. Oddly enough, he pulled a mask from his coat and put it on. Is it possible that this kidnapping is fake? Regardless, I lost him as he walked upriver from there, not toward either St. Charles or Magazine Streets. Luckily, I picked him up on the St. Charles police video feed a few minutes later. At least I think it was him. A man of approximately his height, approximately his build, wearing the same suit, and wearing a mask was on the video walking uptown. This man walked to The Elms, and went inside."
Looking at Robert, she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, and said "Pants too. I want to see what you have to work with."
"There was a lot of traffic into and out of The Elms that night, most by Uber or Taxi, but a few couples used the streetcar line. I was never able to positively identify him leaving. Everyone was wearing a mask." she explained.
Approaching Robert for the first time, she ran her hands over his chiseled chest, and reached down to stroke his hard cock. "That's nice Robbie." she said seductively.
"Before I took this job I did a little research on you and your boss. HE," she said emphatically, "is a fucking monster. He is much worse that his son. He treats women like chatel. I never would have accepted this job except for you."
"Me?" he said, "You took the job because of me?"
"Absolutely. I learned that despite your manly job, and your overcompensating weight lifting, you're quite the sub. I talked to a couple of Pro-Domme's who were eager to gossip about you and your need to be controlled. It just seemed like a natural fit since I'm a natural Domme myself."
Jan squeezed and twisted his balls harshly, causing him to go down to one knee.
"How about you worship my tits?" she asked, removing her bra.
Robert immediately began sucking at her nipples.
"Play with yourself while you suckle." she commanded.
He immediately began to stroke himself while he sucked on her erect nipples.
"The interesting thing," she continued, seemingly unfazed by his urgent sucking, "is that I know the group that rented The Elms that night. I was actually invited. It's a NOLA BDSM group. I never found any evidence that Daniel was a player."
"Anyway, I developed a fantasy, if not a theory, that Daniel was abducted by a Domme who has been training him."
"Then I remembered a play scene that I had seen a couple of times at the local dungeon. A beautiful brunette likes to play out a kidnapping scenario in which she breaks the man who then becomes her sub. I'm sure it's just my overactive imagination, but I don't have any other leads to follow."
Meanwhile, Robert had been pleasuring himself and attempting to do the same for Jan. He said "May I cum, Mistress?"
"Stop! Stop that right now! You haven't earned the right to cum. I was going to let you worship my pussy too, but you're far too pushy a sub. What's wrong with you?"
Robert stopped immediately and answered, "I'm sorry Mistress. I got carried away."
"Fine, just get dressed. You're pitiful." she spat out, her eyes emanating anger.
As she pulled on her bra and shirt, she said, "Go back to the west coast, you're of no use to me or to our investigation. I'm going to pursue the BDSM angle. I may be able to identify the brunette and investigate her whereabouts."
Daniel: The Room
I had lost track of time, but one morning the Red Mask entered my room, wearing an outfit that looked just like the women on the porn videos: Exposed tits and crotchless panties, and said we needed to talk. She instructed me to Display, which I did. "Daniel, I think it's important that you know your situation. Your father has promised to pay tomorrow. If he does, we will release you, but not immediately. It's important that we allow the BitCoin transaction to go through. We have a number of banks. I've never given you the opportunity to ask questions. Do you have any?"
"Yes, Mistress. How did you pick me? Did you drug me at the party?" I asked.
"We have had our eye on you since your first trip to New Orleans. You stood out for your obvious wealth and your obnoxiously abusive manner. You've abused every woman you've ever met. You're a boy that only his mother could love." she answered. "Yes, we drugged you. We gave you a roofie. We thought that only appropriate since we know you've used them before on innocent women."
I should have argued with her, for failing to dispute her assertions was the equivalent of a confession. Instead, I dropped my head and cried.
She stood over me and said "worship me." I did. I lapped up her pussy juices, tonguing her pussy and sucking at her clit. Her nipples hardened, and her voice thickened. Placing a hand on my shoulder to maintain her balance she shuttered a climax and flooded my mouth with her juices.
Regaining her composure, she said "Nothing makes me cum like a crying man. You might just be worth keeping."
Whispering through my sobs, I said "Thank you Mistress, sincerely. I... I love you Mistress. I need you. I don't want to be released."
She laughed. "Assuming we're paid you will be released, but I know you'll never be free again. A little pussy like you just needed to be trained. You're mine, and you'll always be mine. You're simply not worth keeping once I get my $20 million."
"Mistress? Twenty million? I thought it was $60 million? Where did the other $40 million go?" I asked.
"Oh, I shouldn't have said that. OK, I don't know why I'm lying to you. We were paid long ago. My partner left when we got paid. I believed I saw something in you worth salvaging. I've been training you. But you should know that there's another woman, a woman who orchestrated this whole thing who deserves her $20 million more that I do. She did this for you." she answered.
"Who Mistress? Who would do this to me?" I asked.
"It's not who did this to you, it's who did this FOR you." she answered. She then turned around and left the room. For the first time during my incarceration, the videos did not play.
Daniel: Release from The Room
Three days later the Red Mask came into my room with the normal breakfast tray. Also on the tray were my clothes from the evening I was abducted and the mask I wore that night. She said simply "You will be released today. You will be blindfolded and I'll deliver you to the city. Do you have any questions?"
For the first time in days, my cock went soft in her presence. I realized that I was disappointed.
"Mistress, may I speak?" I asked.
"Of course Daniel." she said, while she idly played with my cock.
"Mistress, I don't want to leave. For the first time in my life I respect a woman. I don't want to return to my old life."
"Your old life is gone Daniel. The business is still there, your father is still in charge, your precious Audubon Cottage is still there, but you and your life have changed. Every woman you see is me, they all are wearing red to remind you of your subservience. If I choose, I will come to you, and when I do, you will respect me immediately, and worship me any time and any place I choose. I may not require you to Display, but you'll want to."
"There's one more thing I need to tell you, and it may not be easy to hear. I received permission to identify our 3rd partner in your capture. Your mother. Your mother planned it all. She couldn't stand that you had become just like your father. She wanted you to respect women."
I was in shock! My own mother! How could she do this?
Reading my mind, she continued, "Your mother was unceremoniously dumped when you were a young boy and left with little or no money. Your father kept her on a very small allowance, as he calls it, and then married your nanny, before dumping her too. She saw that you were becoming just like him; abusive and cruel. She wanted more for you."
I knew I should be angry. They had kept me as a prisoner for no reason for weeks. I always knew that my mother had been mistreated, but I hadn't really cared since it didn't affect me. However, I realized I was now grateful. I always knew my dad was a dick, but he was the only male role model I had.
She continued to fondle me, and I came while she spoke. Instinctively I dropped to my knees to clean it up.
"I will miss your little cock erupting every time you see me." she said, turning to walk out of the room.
At lunch, she instructed me to get dressed, and released me from my bounds. She handed me my mask, but with a blindfold to leave me completely without sight. Not being drugged this time, I realized that I had arrived by boat. From the boat, I was driven by car, crossed the Mississippi River Bridge, and then finally dropped a block from the Audubon Cottage.
As I exited the car, I was told "Leave the mask on until you count to 50. You can then remove it and walk to the Cottage. They're expecting you."
As I walked into the lobby, I recognized the attractive concierge, who welcomed me "Why hello Mr. Scheffield, we're so happy to see that you've returned! We're so sorry that your last trip ended prematurely. We've sent your luggage to your room. Should I send Mr. Williams to your suite?"
"No, Miss, ummm, I'm sorry, I can't recall your name?" I stammered.
"It's Jennifer, Mr. Scheffield, so nice of you to ask!" she gushed.
"Thanks Jennifer. I won't need Mr. Williams today."
It was then that I realized that Jennifer was wearing Red Heels and red-framed glasses. Could it be her? No. I'd recognize her voice, and I think Jennifer is a little taller too. I'm just spooked.
My cell phone was in my suit coat, and I decided I needed to let people know I had been released. I considered who I should call, and it was sobering to realize that I didn't have anyone in my life who I really needed to call.
I called my mother.
"Mom? It's Daniel." I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Thank goodness Daniel. How are you? Please know that I love you." She replied.
"I, I just wanted to say thank you." I said, beginning to cry. "I'll call you again later, I love you."
After gaining my composure, I called Heather next. I didn't know what Heather knew.
"Heather? This is Daniel." I said, again realizing I didn't know what to say.
"Thank God Daniel, we've been so worried! Where are you? When are you coming home?" she spat out, staccato style.
"As soon as I can book a flight." I said.
"I'll take care of that Daniel." she answered. "I think it's too late today, but I'll see if I can book something for first thing tomorrow that has a first class seat."
"I don't need first class, just get me home." I quietly replied.
Daniel: Back to Work
After taking a few days off, I nervously returned to work. Being Monday, I was already anticipating Heather in her Monday standard blue blazer. Instead, she was dressed in a very bright red coat and black skirt. Again, I stopped and considered if she was the woman in the Red Mask. I shook my head and realized I was going to be looking for her everywhere.
"Welcome home Daniel." Heather said, "can I get you some coffee?"
"No, let me get it, and I'll get you some too. I should know this, but I don't. How do you like it?" I asked.
Surprised, she said, "Daniel, I don't drink coffee, but thank you for asking."
I spent the first half hour trying to get up to speed on what was going on, when Heather entered my office and announced that she had bad news, worse news, and good news. Looking surprisingly assured, she said "Which do you want first?"
"Let's get the bad news out of the way first." I replied.
"Well, here are the financials." she replied, handing me a binder.
The news wasn't good. "What happened?" I asked.
"Well the West Coast division business has dropped considerably, and the Colorado deal is dead." she replied, showing me the numbers by business unit.
"Why?" I asked simply.
"Well, it's because of the worse news actually." she answered.
I just looked at her.
"Your father... well your father has been the center of very bad publicity. He's been the target of the #MeToo movement. A Russian national has accused him of abuse and sexual exploitation. A number of other women have publicly accused him of some pretty awful things. Our customers are afraid to be associated with him."
"Damn." was my only response, thinking that I could have been their target too. "So please, tell me, what is the good news?"
"New Orleans. Our new contract has resulted in some new business down there and some very good social media exposure." She elaborated.
Not understanding how that could be, I said "What? We never finished the contract. How could that be?"
"Your father asked me who should take up the negotiations in your absence. I said I knew everything about the existing contract, and understood their and our business goals. I'm afraid that I took a somewhat different tact. We've given them a profit incentive based on successful medical outcomes, not total revenue. As part of that, I gave them back their decision making rights." She said solumely.
"You did what!" I shouted, pretending to be my old self.
"I did what I thought was best for the company." she said quietly but calmly.
Unable to hide my amusement I smiled and said "I wish I had the intelligence to make that deal. You did a great job. Now what do we do about my father?"
"It's your decision, but I think he needs to be removed from his position. He's poison." She said maintaining constant eye contact.
"I can't do that." I explained. "I own 40% of the business, he owns the other 60%."
Looking at me oddly, Heather continued, "I guess that's what he's told you, but that's not accurate. He HAD 60%. Wives 2 through 4 each own 5%, leaving him 45%. I've already spoken with them. They don't seem to really like you, but they trust me enough to back you."
"Why do you trust me? I've treated you terribly." I said matter of factly.
"I have reason to believe you've changed." she answered, smiling while looking away. "That's all I'll say about that."
The discussion I had with my father was easier than I'd imagined. He appeared a broken man, happy to find a way out. My personal ego wanted to believe my kidnapping had a huge impact on him, but I suspected it was really his loss of control.
Heather and I started negotiating with my father's victims. It appeared our company would survive, much smaller, but maybe better.
I spent my evenings at home, naked, fondling myself but unable to cum, waiting for the call that would never come. I thought long about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I knew I wanted to serve, and I knew who I wanted to serve. I just didn't know how to contact her.
The next morning I called Heather and Robert into my office.
"Heather, I need you to be the COO of the company. I'll remain as CEO, but move my office to the new financial center of our business, New Orleans. I have unfinished business there. Robert, I need you to remain here with Heather. In light of what happened to me, and the bad publicity my father has created for our company, I'll need a dependable security director there too. Robert, can you make a recommendation?"
Robert laughed ruefully and said, "I know exactly who we need. I've told you about her, the PI who we hired to look for you. She didn't succeed, but she impressed me with her intelligence, grit, and determination."
"She's a very dominating personality." he added after a slight pause.
Apparently on cue, his cell phone rang. Looking at the phone he laughed and said, "It's her!"
"I've got good news Robert. I know who kidnapped Daniel." she replied.
Robert put his hand over his phone and stage whispered "She's caught your kidnapper!"
"NO! I don't want to press charges, but, but... I do want to see her." I said quickly.
Robert stared at me dumbfounded, but Heather just raised her eyebrow and smiled.
"Gentlemen, I think we need to make a trip to New Orleans. Daniel, is it OK for a COO to make her own travel reservations?" Heather asked.
Daniel: Back in New Orleans
Heather and I met in the lobby of the hotel. "Daniel, I've taken the liberty of hiring an executive assistant for you here in New Orleans. She has special talents that I believe will benefit you." Heather said. "I'd like you to meet her, she's in the Presidential Suite. Maybe the two of you can get acquainted until I round up Jan and Robert.
Heather had the key and opened the door for me. I walked into a darkened room, and heard the door shut behind me. I then heard the voice that I had feared I'd never hear again say, "Disrobe and Display, Daniel. Show me the respect I deserve."
I immediately removed my coat, shirt, pants, and pulled my boxers over my cock, already standing at attention. With my heart racing, I dropped down into the Display pose.
"In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm your new Executive Assistant. You may call me Ms. Edwards in public, but Mistress Laura in private."
Mistress Laura, aka the Red Mask, turned up the lights just as there was a knock at the door.
"Do you dare Display in front of others?" She asked me. "You can opt out by saying so, but I do hope that you're man enough to Display yourself in front of others. After all, they're your business family."
Nervously, I said , Yes Mistress. I'll remain here for them to see, but I'm Displaying for you."
She opened the door and Heather, Robert, and Jan walked in. Heather merely smirked, and Jan smiled. Robert looked shocked and embarrassed.
Everyone simply eyed each other. Finally, Heather broke the stalemate. "I think it's time that I disclosed the negotiations I've been involved in recently. I convinced John Scheffield to step down; I convinced this woman, Laura, "indicating the Red Mask "to release Daniel, and this woman, "indicating Jan "to not contact the local police. I've learned a great deal from each of you, and I understand your motivations, and your fears."
"Laura is Daniel's new Executive Assistant, replacing me. Obviously she has a lot of experience managing someone like you." She continued.
Robert eyed Jan. Heather looked at my cock, now beginning to leak pre-cum, smirking. I tried to look at Laura, but cast my eyes downward when she looked back. Finally Heather spoke, "Jan, is there something you'd like to do?"
Jan looked at my cock, then over at Robert and said "Robert, undress and Display. It's time to compare cocks."
Robert, looking extremely uncomfortable, began to undress. Once fully naked, he dropped to his knees and Displayed.
Heather, looking completely cool amongst the two naked men and their Domme's, simply said to Laura and Jan. "Ladies, Display."
