Mostly, it was the girls who fooled around. I was older and more senior, dressed more conservatively and taught higher classes. But as the outsider, I had to adapt to them. I let them take the lead in discussions, especially when I thought my general knowledge might intimidate them. They bossed me around affectionately. I found it quite thrilling.
Jax had chosen the last weekend in August for their trip, but they were still undecided what to do. Jill liked outdoor adventures like white-water rafting, while Ariadne preferred romance. She suggested staying at a posh seaside hotel that she claimed was frequented by gorgeous and eligible men. Xenia said:
“It doesn’t have to be spectacular to be nice and naughty. My Auntie Eleni has this little log cabin on a lake, surrounded by pines. It’s all quiet and beautiful. We can sip chilled white wine all day and do whatever takes our fancy. Even if it’s wicked. The weather’s going to be hot. So we can run around naked all day. That’s what Eleni does.”
The idea seemed to appeal to the others. It sounded delightful to me. I wished I could join.
“And Randy Andy will be our slave,” Jill called out merrily, for the whole cafeteria to hear. I was speechless. Ariadne grinned and applauded.
“Perfect,” said Xenia. “Ladies, we will now proceed to the stage of planning.”
Nobody asked my opinion. I intervened.
“Excuse me. Time out! I have a question. Do you really want me to join you? What do you mean by your slave?”
The women smiled at me contentedly. They had obviously thought this out, and they were sure they would have their way. Ariadne said: “Those are two questions, professor. A slave is owned by someone else and provides service without payment. Correct?”
“Yes….”
“Well, next weekend, you will belong to Jax. You will do as we say, day and night. We will use you for our pleasure, and you will serve us hand and foot.”
Jill giggled: “And several other parts of our anatomy,” she added.
The girls laughed. But clearly, they were not just teasing. They had laid out this plan carefully and were determined to carry it out. I was dumb-founded.
“What about my wishes?” I squeaked.
Xenia turned to me and explained: “Your wish, sweetie, will be to please and obey us. That will also be your reward.”
I was confused and nervous. What the fuck! Should I go along with this madness? Should I be considering it at all? Hell, it sounded irresistibly sexy.
“What if you order me to do something I really don’t want to do?”
“Who cares?” Jill said, her mouth full of salad, “You’re there for our enjoyment. Count yourself lucky if we don’t gobble you up. Hmm… Such a tasty morsel.”
They all laughed.
I was hooked. I wanted to be their slave for the weekend. And by now, I was also afraid to anger them. I tried to put a brave face on it.
“You are a bunch of raving lunatics. But I’ll go along with your outrageous game,” I said.
Ariadne frowned. “You’re being rude, my boy, she said softly. “After lunch, you will come to my office for a lesson in manners.” Again, I was shocked into silence for a few seconds. Then I mumbled:
“Uhhh…I am sorry, err.. Ma’am. This game is new to me.”
“It’s more than a game, sweetie,” Xenia said. “Much more. But you will learn quickly. Be brave. And be respectful.”
Ariadne took out her credit card and handed it to me. “Okay. Preparations. We will take care of our own stuff. You, Andy, will get all the food and drink we need. Best of everything. Money no object. I want it all at my apartment Friday noon. On the dot. You will pack it in my car. Oh, and don’t forget chocolates. If you do, you’ll be in big trouble. Put it all on my credit card. Later, I will share the expenses with the girls.”
“Yes…. Miss. What about my share in the expenses?”
Jill patted my hand. “Silly boy. You’re our slave. Your contribution will be you.”
My head was spinning. Was there a way out? Did I want to get out? I needed to talk to Xenia. She was the most level-headed of the three, the one I trusted most. I tried not to sound sarcastic:
“Miss Ariadne, may I have a word in private with Miss Xenia, if that’s okay with her, I mean Miss Xenia?”
“Sure, baby,” Ariadne said.
“May I be excused, Miss Jill?”
Jill waved and nodded, having just bitten off half a hamburger.
“We’ll go outside,” Xenia said, putting on her sunglasses.
In the garden at the centre of the quadrangle, she waited quietly as I hesitated. She studied my face and pushed up her sunglasses until they rested on her hair. Her hands rested lightly on her hips.
“Xenia..I mean Miss Xenia.”
“No, no. No titles for me,” she said, putting a hand on my arm. “Ask the other ladies how to address them. I’m just Xenia. What’s on your mind, love?”
“Am I making a terrible mistake going along with all this?”
She addressed me like a student.
“No, I don’t think so, Andreas. If I had, I wouldn’t have allowed you to be subjugated. Let’s take this step by step. Do you find it an appealing idea to be used for their pleasure by three foxy women who are fond of you?”
“God, yes. But it’s frightening.”
“What exactly are you afraid of?”
“I’m not sure. I guess I’m afraid that you might use me in a bad way. I don’t mean you Xenia, of course, but… Well, you know.”
“Hmm… Well, let us see if we can narrow down what we mean by bad in the context of our wild weekend.”
She was in full teaching mode now. In the Mediterranean manner, her hands sculpted her thoughts as she spoke.”
“Will we do naughty things to you? You bet. Will we be selfish? Yep. Will you suffer pain and humiliation? Now and then, but nothing very distressing. Not unless you misbehave. Will we break the law? Maybe. Is it illegal to perform acts of moral turpitude in the lakes and forests of cottage country? I’m not sure. But there is one thing we will not do. We will not be cruel to you. I give you my word. I will protect you.”
She hugged me and kissed my cheek. Then she held me at arm’s length and asked: “Are you still worried?”
“Less. Thanks. But Xenia, do you think it is right for Miss Ariadne to punish me?”
She nodded earnestly. “Oh, yes, darling. You need it. Ariadne will do a thorough job. It will hurt like hell, but it’ll do you good. You won’t forget the lesson.”
“Are you sure it’s necessary?”
Nodding vigorously, she said: “Positive. You gave us the cue when you called us lunatics. But you’ve had it coming for quite a while. We decided weeks ago to give you a really good spanking. We need to put you in your place.”
“Which is … where? At your feet? I guess so.” Xenia smiled affirmatively. Hesitantly, I continued.
“I suppose my attitude has been disrespectful at times.”
“It has. You are often a bit condescending to us. We can’t have that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are we done now, or do you still have lingering concerns?”
“Well, no disrespect intended, but aren’t these BDSM scenes supposed to be consensual? I mean, no one asked for my agreement. You just imposed this submissive role on me.”
She chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah, that’s true. We gave you no choice. Deliberately. And this is not just a scene. We require you to submit to us once and for all. That’s a big change, so no one can blame you for being afraid. But we will teach you, and soon obedience and service will be second nature to you.”
I opened my mouth to say she had not answered my question, but Xenia put her forefinger on my lips and saved me from being impolite. She continued:
“Now, let’s consider the issue of consent. It’s important. We need to find out whether you are being coerced. Is anyone forcing you to come on this trip?”
“Errrr… No.”
“Is anyone holding a gun to your head?”
“No.”
“If you wanted, could you defy us and not show up?”
“Of course. But the challenge is irresistible. I would feel a coward if I didn’t rise to it. Anyway, I've given my word.”
“You are a proud submissive, Andreas. I like that. So, would it be correct to say that you are submitting to us of your own free will?”
“Yes. I get your point. I am showing my consent by complying.”
“In fact, you’re coming to heel with only token resistance. That's so nice. You’re naturally compliant. ”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“It’s funny, but it seems natural for you girls to boss me around, even though I’m older. I like and respect Miss Ariadne and Miss Jill. But most of all I want to obey you, Xenia. I look up to you. It feels right.”
“I’m so glad you feel that way, darling, because it is right. You must obey me, always. By the way, don’t call Jill and Ariadne girls to their face. They will think you’re being rude again. I don’t mind. I am a girl -- a big girl. Last question. Would you say that you are free to scamper off and escape your imminent spanking?”
Again, she stopped me from speaking too soon.
“Think about it, Andreas. You’re a man of many accomplishments. A full professor. It will be pretty embarrassing and hurt like hell. Once you enter Ariadne's office, there will be no escape. Before you can say Noam Chomsky, you’ll be standing naked with your hands on your head and your nose to the wall. Ariadne won’t even allow you a safe word. You will cry and beg her to stop, but she will go on and on until she thinks you’ve had enough. If you want to run away, you must do it now.”
“Yes, it will be awful. But no, I won’t run away. I am not looking forward to this, but maybe I do need it.”
“Maybe?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, I need it. I need to be punished.”
“Good boy. I am glad we were able to clear that up. Are you okay now?”
“One last thing, if I may.”
“Sure.”
“Must I cook for you ladies?”
“Yes, of course, all the meals and snacks. And lay the table, and serve the food and drinks, clean the dishes, tidy up, everything. We will do nothing but make messes for you to clean up. All day.”
“That’s fine, but I’m a terrible cook. Could you please supervise my cooking? I wouldn’t want to serve you something that tastes bad.”
“You’re right, dear. Okay, I’ll be the chef, and you’ll do all the work.”
“Thank you. Errr ... Xenia?”
“Yes dear?”
“After Sunday, will you ladies still use me as your slave and toy?”
“No. That’s just for the weekend.”
“But you said that I would always have to obey you.”
She nodded and giggled. “Are you disappointed, honey?”
I blushed. “I don’t know. It seems strange to go back to normal life. Oh God, I’m so confused. I don’t know what to think.”
This made her laugh even louder. “Oh, darling, don’t worry. I will never allow you to go back to your old life again. As of next Monday, you will no longer be our slave. But you will not be a free man either. You will be taken in hand. Lovingly but very firmly.”
She cupped my cheek with her right hand. I took it and kissed her palm, then her wrist.
“I am not at all sure what you mean, Xenia.”
“After the weekend, you will be mine. Only mine.” Her eyes were gleaming. She opened her lips to form a circle, waited a second, and said quietly: “All mine. Every delicious bit of you.”
Now my heart was beating wildly.
“Do Miss Jill and Miss Ariadne agree to this?”
“Oh, yes. They are happy for me. Of course, if they had disagreed, I would have taken you anyway. I must have you for myself. I may lend you to them now and then, if they ask me nicely and promise to take good care of you.”
I needed to make sure I understood. This was a turning point in my life.
“Let me get this right. You’re not asking me if I want to be yours.”
She smiled happily. “No, sweetie, I am telling you. You belong to me now.”
“As your slave?”
“No, no, no. As my man. Who will honour and obey me. Whom I will cherish and protect.” I smiled happily. Then she added: “However, I must be sure of your devotion. So, against my instincts, I am asking you now. Will you be mine, body and soul? Answer me freely. This is your chance to walk away from a lifetime of subordination.”
This was the woman I had been looking for.
“Yes, Xenia, with all my heart. I am all yours. I want you to be in charge of me.” I hugged her tightly. She took a firm hold of my hair and kissed me hungrily. Then she said:
“Now, run along. And when Ariadne has finished sorting you out, you must thank her for her trouble. Here, give her this paddle. She’s going to need it.”
She took the leather implement out of her handbag and handed it to me. It was small but stiff and heavy. I put it in the pocket of my jacket and returned to the cafeteria. People were watching as I greeted Ariadne. Standing on her toes, she kissed my cheek and smiled. I was relieved she was not angry at being kept waiting.
“Did you have a good chat with your Mistress?”
“Yes, Miss Ariadne.”
“Is everything clear now?”
“Yes.”
“That’s wonderful.”
“Do you have that nasty paddle I intend to use on your bottom?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Where is it?”
“In my pocket.”
She stretched out her hand.