Mastering Charlotte

MichaelHe's here again, the tall, dark-haired Dom I saw giving Jeannie a hard time....Not that she didn't enjoy it....I've not seen him for a few weeks, but he's there propping up the bar again with a wine glass in his hand.He's barely drinking though....Watching what's going on....Might as well say Hi....I order a beer, then amble across to lean back against the bar nearby and nod a hello to him. He acknowledges it with a tilt of his glass."Not seen you for a couple of weeks.""No," he agrees, sipping his wine, "I don't live in the area. I travel here on business every so often.""Oh? Where's home then?"He takes a large mouthful of his wine....Stressful question?"Wherever I hang my hat, really."Odd reply....Time to break the ice....I offer my hand. "Michael Summerford."He accepts it with a sharp, business-like tug and a brief smile. "James Alexanders." There's a short silence; the kind where strangers are angling for a suitable topic of

JamesWe stroll in through the front entrance of a large sports and leisure centre. The entrance lobby is heaving with people."Just one sec," says Michael. "I'll do a quick check that I'm not needed anywhere." He walks across to a door signed 'Private. Staff Only', sticks his head through and after a few seconds returns. "Nope, everything's fine."He looks around at the mass of people around us. "It's late night opening tonight, being Friday, but the doors will be closing in half an hour. Do you feel like a sauna first? The pool will be a lot pleasanter when the crowds have moved on.""Good idea.""The changing rooms are over there," he points. "I'll be back in a jiffy."In the changing rooms, I strip to a towel and am looking around for the saunas when Michael reappears with a couple of cans. "Nothing better than a cold beer with hot steam," he grins. "One of Scandinavia's great contributions to civilisation." The sauna's real, with hot coals and a water bucket with a

MichaelI smile at Debbie's "Sir." James has no difficulties getting subs to recognise his status.James sweeps her body with his hands, flat with his palms at first, but then with his fingers digging in, playing her. As he digs into the soft nape of her neck above her dress-line, her breath catches in my mouth and I glance over her shoulder at him.He knows the signal and moves to the top of her dress zipper, tugging a little first, to make it clear what his intentions are. Debbie doesn't protest and after a second or so, he slides the zipper down, the dress opening at her shoulders. Slipping fingers inside, he pushes it out and down past her black lace bra, waist and matching black panties.She's chosen her underwear well. The bra makes the most of her breasts, and the panties are cut high at the hip, dipping a little to the stomach and emphasising her long legs, undoubtedly one of her best features.She steps out of the dress, still in her high heels and underwear, looking

James"I'm sure you get my point, Sir.""It's hard to miss. And what about the contract with the girls? What does it cover?""Each contract is personalised to the girl. They each have different, um, assets, to sell to gentlemen, and sometimes ladies, of different tastes. We interview them to see what they have to offer. Some of the girls, for example, are interested in art, or movies or literature. We have clients who are looking for what you might call a courtesan, who want an intelligent conversation with the girl."So, every contract is different and is tailored to the girl and what she agrees to do. For example, Jewel here," he flips to a different page, "has offered to be a 'wife' for the period of one year with all the customary wifely responsibilities, including housekeeping and suchlike, as well as.... other duties. We have had a few similar contracts in the past. They can be a great success for both Buyer and Seller. Sometimes the girls renew the contracts or even marr

JamesThe bidding resumes.Charlotte stands there, so vulnerable and yet so brave, while the mob drool over her. I watch her face closely, her expression. She looks a little spaced out.The mind disconnecting from an unpleasant reality? But she doesn't look distressed. Her breathing is fast and shallow, but she's not panic-stricken. Is she enjoying this at some level? Relishing testing her own limits?Or is she a true sub? Revelling in the submission aspect of it all?And of course, she is going to earn a great deal of money, so long as she keeps her nerve for the seven days of her contract.And nothing too unpleasant happens to her....Does she understand how dangerous this is? Even with the so-called safety procedures of the auction house.How would I feel if that were Georgie up there?And she's younger than Georgie....I feel queasy, my gorge rising at the thought of what I am doing.You're being ridiculous, a middle-aged man with virgin fantasies.This i