loud
whistle. “Attention, gentlemen,” she called out. “Please gather in front of the
sauna.”
Without hesitation, the eight men walked over to the sauna,
facing the women in a perfect line.
“I can’t believe that worked,” said Dawn. Melanie
desperately wished that she had something in her hands that she could nervously
fidget with.
“So is it true that you obey all of my friend’s commands?”
Dawn asked.
The men nodded.
“Can I have power of attorney?”
“Dawn—!”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude. This will probably be my only
chance to ever have eight muscular stud bunnies under my command, and I want to
have some fun with it. C’mon, let’s enjoy ourselves for once.”
“You know what? Fine. To be honest, I’d kind of like to see
this.” She turned and addressed the men. “Anybody have a problem with Dawn
being in charge here?”
“Hell no,” said Julian.
“Okay, well, then she’s your official mistress or whatever
you want to call her.” Melanie stepped back, ready to enjoy that special moment
when Dawn realized that she’d bitten off far more than she could chew.
That special moment, however, was biding its time. Dawn
surveyed the men and licked her lips. “Well, well, well,” she said, walking
down the line as if she’d done this a million times. “You all certainly look
like strong, healthy men. How about you all just make a muscle for me?”
This was obviously a command that the men absolutely
relished. They all made enthusiastic muscles, with Julian doing a rather
impressive squat as well. Carl flexed his own biceps and winked at Melanie.
They looked damn good.
Dawn walked back up the line, spending a moment looking at
each one of them. “Very, very nice,” she said. “At ease.”
The men relaxed. Almost all of them had shit-eating grins.
They were enjoying this far too much.
Dawn walked over and tapped Julian on the chest. “So, you
really have to do whatever I say?”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Then get your ass down and do some more push-ups.”
Julian dropped to the ground and began to do vigorous
push-ups. Dawn counted twenty of them and then instructed him to stand back up.
Julian did so, not having even broken a sweat.
Melanie found herself wondering what it would be like to be
under him during those push-ups.
Dawn walked to the next man, the blond. “Your name again?”
“Stephen, but you can call me Steve.”
“Steve, do you have any special talents like that?”
“Yes, ma’am. Many.”
“Such as?”
“I’m very good with my tongue.”
Several of the guys snickered. “I didn’t give you permission
to laugh,” said Dawn, clearly having a ball with her dominatrix persona. “Laugh
again and Melanie will spank your ass. Got it?”
“I am completely uninvolved,” said Melanie. “I’m a passive
observer. Keep me out of this.”
“Okay, then I’ll make you spank each other’s asses,
and I’m sure that nobody wants that except me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Steve.
Dawn walked up and down the line. “I just don’t know what to
do with all of you. It’s quite the quandary, I must say. Eight hot guys under
my command. So many possibilities. Whatever will I do?”
“Ma’am, permission to speak, ma’am,” said Keith, standing at
rigid attention.
“Go ahead.”
“Ma’am, we would like to dance for you, ma’am.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” said Dawn. She glanced over
at Melanie. “What do you think?”
“Quit looking to me for approval.”
Dawn returned her attention to Keith. “Yes, that’s an
excellent idea.”
“Ma’am, thank you, ma’am.”
“Please have a seat, milady,” said Dennis, taking Dawn’s
hand and kissing it. “We’ll be back.”
The men hurried off into one of the rooms. Melanie grabbed
two beach chairs and dragged them over to where Dawn stood.
“You seem to be having the time of your life.”
“Oh, c’mon, this is fun as hell and you know it,” said
whistle. “Attention, gentlemen,” she called out. “Please gather in front of the
sauna.”
Without hesitation, the eight men walked over to the sauna,
facing the women in a perfect line.
“I can’t believe that worked,” said Dawn. Melanie
desperately wished that she had something in her hands that she could nervously
fidget with.
“So is it true that you obey all of my friend’s commands?”
Dawn asked.
The men nodded.
“Can I have power of attorney?”
“Dawn—!”
“Oh, don’t be such a prude. This will probably be my only
chance to ever have eight muscular stud bunnies under my command, and I want to
have some fun with it. C’mon, let’s enjoy ourselves for once.”
“You know what? Fine. To be honest, I’d kind of like to see
this.” She turned and addressed the men. “Anybody have a problem with Dawn
being in charge here?”
“Hell no,” said Julian.
“Okay, well, then she’s your official mistress or whatever
you want to call her.” Melanie stepped back, ready to enjoy that special moment
when Dawn realized that she’d bitten off far more than she could chew.
That special moment, however, was biding its time. Dawn
surveyed the men and licked her lips. “Well, well, well,” she said, walking
down the line as if she’d done this a million times. “You all certainly look
like strong, healthy men. How about you all just make a muscle for me?”
This was obviously a command that the men absolutely
relished. They all made enthusiastic muscles, with Julian doing a rather
impressive squat as well. Carl flexed his own biceps and winked at Melanie.
They looked damn good.
Dawn walked back up the line, spending a moment looking at
each one of them. “Very, very nice,” she said. “At ease.”
The men relaxed. Almost all of them had shit-eating grins.
They were enjoying this far too much.
Dawn walked over and tapped Julian on the chest. “So, you
really have to do whatever I say?”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Then get your ass down and do some more push-ups.”
Julian dropped to the ground and began to do vigorous
push-ups. Dawn counted twenty of them and then instructed him to stand back up.
Julian did so, not having even broken a sweat.
Melanie found herself wondering what it would be like to be
under him during those push-ups.
Dawn walked to the next man, the blond. “Your name again?”
“Stephen, but you can call me Steve.”
“Steve, do you have any special talents like that?”
“Yes, ma’am. Many.”
“Such as?”
“I’m very good with my tongue.”
Several of the guys snickered. “I didn’t give you permission
to laugh,” said Dawn, clearly having a ball with her dominatrix persona. “Laugh
again and Melanie will spank your ass. Got it?”
“I am completely uninvolved,” said Melanie. “I’m a passive
observer. Keep me out of this.”
“Okay, then I’ll make you spank each other’s asses,
and I’m sure that nobody wants that except me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Steve.
Dawn walked up and down the line. “I just don’t know what to
do with all of you. It’s quite the quandary, I must say. Eight hot guys under
my command. So many possibilities. Whatever will I do?”
“Ma’am, permission to speak, ma’am,” said Keith, standing at
rigid attention.
“Go ahead.”
“Ma’am, we would like to dance for you, ma’am.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” said Dawn. She glanced over
at Melanie. “What do you think?”
“Quit looking to me for approval.”
Dawn returned her attention to Keith. “Yes, that’s an
excellent idea.”
“Ma’am, thank you, ma’am.”
“Please have a seat, milady,” said Dennis, taking Dawn’s
hand and kissing it. “We’ll be back.”
The men hurried off into one of the rooms. Melanie grabbed
two beach chairs and dragged them over to where Dawn stood.
“You seem to be having the time of your life.”
“Oh, c’mon, this is fun as hell and you know it,” said
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