After sprinting the whole way, Rand finally began to calm down as he approached the garage. He knew if he got in and out quickly enough, Mistress Amanda might still allow him to worship her ass as she had hinted to him earlier. This is all that was on his mind. That and making sure the pretty officer who stopped him was there to release his car from being ticketed.

As he arrived, he found out his car was ready but that he could not have it until not only the car but he himself passed inspection. He was told by a busy, grease-splattered man in soiled overalls to go to an upstairs apartment one block down from the garage and wait there if he wished to get his car back.

"It's 1149 East Hanover. She will let you have your keys after completing your inspection."

"In an apartment?"

"Yes. It's hers. She owns everything and ANYONE who comes in there."

"But I have to be back. My Mistress...er...colleague is waiting for me, and I need to be back quickly. She promised we could do something together as soon as I got back."

Rand's face turned red at his gaffe. He hoped the garage man would not notice his slip-up but he was not to be so lucky. The man displayed a broad smile as he watched Rand closely for a moment before responding. 

"She promised?"

"She's in charge of what we were going to do, but only if I get back in a timely fashion."

"I have a feeling you will like this lady you are going to. She will also be in charge. As far as a timely fashion, she will get you out when she is good and ready. Hopefully, it will be soon enough to please your colleague."

He laughed as he handed him a note with the address, making sure to stretch out the last word, indicating that he knew the true nature of what was waiting for him back at the office if he was late. He turned and went back inside.

Rand hesitantly wandered over to the location. He saw a ratty-looking framed entrance with paint peeling and chipping all around. Seeing no bell, he knocked on the door. As he waited, he noticed a slip of paper hanging on a nail beside the door:

COME UP AND ENTER THE FIRST APARTMENT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS. SIT ON THE HARD BLACK WOODEN CHAIR IN THE CENTER OF THE ROOM. WAIT AND SAY NOTHING. WHEN THE PHONE RINGS, ANSWER IT QUICKLY. DON’T LET IT RING TWICE!

Rand slowly went up the stairs. Like the outside of the building, the stairs bore an old, unkempt look that filled him with foreboding. He entered and cautiously looked around. Unlike what he had previously seen, the living room was beautifully appointed with tasteful modern furniture and a very stylish kitchen. He found the seemingly out-of-place, hard, black wooden chair in the center of the room and sat. One thing the note said he agreed with: it certainly had a hard back and an even stiffer seat. It was a good thing he was wearing padded jeans. The frilly red panties Amanda made him wear under his own red briefs provided an extra layer of comfort he now enjoyed. He smiled at Amanda's declaration that both articles of his underclothing had to be red today to match the color his rear would be sporting.

He sat and stared at his phone. Every lost minute he spent here was less time he would have to be licking, kissing and sucking the lovely ass of his office Mistress which he yearned to do ever since he was told him to hurry back with his car. Of course, she only dangled the possibility that she might allow it, but to him it was practically a promise even though she'd make beg for it. He knew full well she may decide against, and was strangely was prepared to even thank her if she denied him after all despite the fact that it was the one thing he was hoping for all morning. He looked around the room in silence. Why was he forced to wait here when he could be on his way? Since when did a car owner need to pass inspection by going to an apartment?

The phone rang, shattering the quiet. Rand flew out of his chair and answered. A woman's commanding voice caught him off guard as she began speaking without so much as a hello.

"Look around the room. There are four cameras placed all around. Do you see them?"

After quickly scanning, Rand answered obediently. He was already under her spell.

"Yes, I do."

"I am glad to see that you have followed instructions so far. Continue to do so, and you might be given the reward you lust for back at your office."

"Thank you. Wait a minute. Hey, how do you know about that?"

The voice did not answer. After a full ten seconds, which seemed like an eternity, she adopted a softer, polite, and yet still authoritative tone.

"Hello, Rand. It's me."

"You?"

"Don't you recognize my voice?"

"No. I don't! How could I?"

"Don't get fresh! You should know that is no way to talk to the person who has your car and can give it back without a ticket."

"You mean?"

"That's right! It's me."

Rand dropped the phone. He quickly picked it up and babbled words into the phone, hoping to please the woman who held sway over his car, his life, and his hope to bury his face in Amanda's incredible ass.

"It's you. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. You gave me two hours to get my car fixed as you seemed so official in your traffic officer uniform."

"Show respect and kneel down!"

Without questioning this disembodied voice further, he found himself dropping to the floor so fast he bruised himself. He winced in pain but said nothing more. Inwardly, this action pleased her very much. She loved how he listened to her strong female voice once again. She let the silence linger as she felt the power dynamic wash over her. He sensed it also. She spoke gently now, knowing her commanding tone was not needed to get him to obey.

"You did not identify my voice right away. Of course, we only met this morning, and your eyes traveled to other parts of me when I was standing outside the open window of your car, so I doubt you paid much attention to the tone of my voice. Besides, weren't you trying to hide what was under your jacket the whole time?"

"You noticed that?"

"You mean something that should have been in your pants but wasn't? Well, it was in a pretty embarrassing place."

"I guess it was."

Rand sheepishly looked down as if noticing his shoes for the first time.

"Look on the bright side; it was an impressive bulge."

He was flabbergasted by her frankness. He admired her even more for that.

"Thank you."

Quickly, she reverted to her harsh tone. He snapped his head up staring directly into one of the cameras as if to show her more respect.

"The sooner you answer my questions to my satisfaction, the sooner you can get your car back, avoid a ticket, and beg Amanda to let you indulge in her back door. Now let's see if you were really paying attention. Describe me."

Without hesitation, Rand poured out everything he remembered. He held nothing back, including her similarities to Sharie, their differences in height, the sexy auburn hair of both, her authoritative tone, which commanded his attention and how he fantasized about her ever since.

"Do you think I was fair with you at the time I pulled you over?"

He loudly added that she was more than fair and thanked her once again. Then he sheepishly added how he told Amanda he should have received a spanking from her for his misdeed so that he would be reminded not to do it again.

She was amazed at how he told her everything upon being asked, including the embarrassing details of his lustful thoughts. He truly did fall under the spell of a dominant woman, just as she suspected.

"You described me well after our one encounter. I was told you had an exceptionally sharp mind, and that just proved it. It’s a good thing you mentioned how you should be going over my knee as well for correction since Amanda told me that already."

"You know?"

"I know a lot more about you than you think. If we meet again, I just may give you that painful reminder. As you now know, my coming along just after you barely scratched your car was not a coincidence. It a master plan by..."

"Sharie. My wife and Mistress."

"That's correct. But don't interrupt! Let's see how well you follow orders from a woman you can't see. Drop your pants to your ankles and pull your underwear down. Leave on the rest of your clothes and pick up the paddle under the chair. Next, hook your thumbs inside the frilly tops of your oh-so-cute feminine panties Amanda put you in and slide them down. Be careful not to stretch them! I will make sure you are punished more if you do. Turn around facing the chair and bend over."

She watched intently and concluded Rand was an exceptional submissive.

"Since you are alone, you will have to do this yourself. Smack yourself with the paddle fifteen times until your ass is red enough to match your briefs. Count each blow loudly and clearly. Put the phone down near you so that I can hear your groans. Wave your ass so I can make sure to see this on camera. When you are finished, prop your ass higher in the air. It better be showing a nice, deep shade of red or else you'll be spending more time with your own ass than attending to Amanda's. Then, grab both sides of your ass and spread your cheeks apart, holding it up to one of the cameras. I want to see the size of your anus. When you have completed this, pick up the phone for more instructions."

While wondering why she wanted him to expose his anus to her, he had long ago learned not to question instructions. Obeying has always given his life meaning. Rand got into position and did as requested. He started whacking himself as hard as he could, using a deliberate but steady pace, wincing in pain along the way.

WHACK! OWWW! WHACK! OWWW! WHACK! WHACK! OWWW! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! OWWW! OWWW! OWWW! WHACK! OWWW! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! OWWW!

As he finished, he was nearly out of breath. The paddle slipped and crashed to the floor, but he held his position without making a move to pick it up. Finally, he was ordered to pick it up and whack himself five more times for clumsiness. She warned him not to cry out in pain for these extra punishment whacks or he'd get more. Somehow, he had enough self-control not to cry out or acknowledge his discomfort.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

She waited as he fought to control his breathing. When she felt he was able to speak, she continued.

"Very good. Your ass must hurt."

"It stings more than before."

"It's supposed to. Now, use my paddle as a cane and stand up straight with your arms by your side."

Stumbling and bleary-eyed, Rand got back into place but was shaky.

"I bet you'd like to get off your feet."

"Yes!"

"Ask me."

"May I get off my feet, please?"

"You may. Drop down and sit."

The momentary relief of sitting was soon replaced by the sting his ass felt on the hard wooden chair.

OWWW! OWWW! He lifted his ass off the seat reflexively but slowly replaced himself in the center of the chair. this time he said nothing as his rear tingled and popped beneath him. He thought more about his voice tormenter. She really knew how to exact pain and he respected her even more.

"Nice job, Rand. Your ass is getting nice and sore. Amanda mentioned that she and your wife, Mistress Sharie considered you a marvelous slave, and they were right! "

He wondered how much she knew of his private life when she addressed his wife as well as his and former assistant but said nothing. Instead he whispered to her.

"That is a very nice compliment, Ma'am."

"Oh, I like that. Call me 'Ma'am' for the rest of the time we talk."

"Yes, Ma'am. Gladly, Ma'am!"

"Do you use this term with the two women you currently serve."

"Well, yes."

"You sound hesitant. They don't mind if you don't address them properly?"

"OH NO, MA'AM! THAT'S VERY IMPORTANT!"

"So what is it?"

"It's just that I am allowed two ways to address them. 'Ma'am' is the alternate title Sharie allowed me to address her with after a while, which Amanda quickly adopted. The more regal one is 'Mistress.'"

"For both women?"

"It's 'Mistress' for Sharie since she is my ultimate Mistress for many years and 'Mistress Amanda' to differentiate between the two and show Sharie more respect."

"I see. You don't need to address me as such. At least, not for now anyway. 'Ma'am' will do just fine. Try it!"

"Thank you. Ma'am."

"Okay, that is settled. Now, listen carefully. Stand and turn your rear to one of the cameras. Wiggle your ass so I can see as the pink shade of your skin slowly turns deep red. Pull up those cute red panties. They fit very tightly. I can see they fit very tight. Pulling them snugly over your paddled rear will no doubt provide more discomfort. You may show it."

She watched as Rand tried to maneuver the silk without scratching the skin but also had to mind her order not to stretch them so eventually he gave up and pulled them hard over his scorched skin, which caused them to stretch a little. He hoped it would not be noticeable. He was thankful she allowed him to be vocal.

"AHHHHH! OOOOO! MMMMMM!"

"Okay, Rand, whack your ass five times with your pants and briefs around your ankles."

Without hesitation, he smacked his panties-covered ass with his hand. He felt little pain but much embarrassment as he could not hide the fact that her voice caused a conflict as his penis fought to escape the confines of those tight panties. He tried to act nonchalant. He wished to cover his genitals with his hands but wouldn’t try that. After all, Mistress Sharie and Mistress Amanda enjoy seeing the struggle his penis has fighting an erection while they punish him for their own amusement.  

"I am finished, Ma'am. What is next?"

"You seem to be enjoying this." 

"Sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean...it's just that I never... I mean, since you are not in the room with me, I never knew what it felt like..."

"ENOUGH! Pull your underwear back up  but take your pants completely off. You will fold them neatly and place them on the chair. Replace my paddle EXACTLY where you found it. There is another one back at your office that can be used on your ass later. By the door in a dish where you will find your car keys. Go downstairs and get in your car, which is directly across the street."

"Yes, Ma'am."

As she watched how carefully he folded and placed his trousers on the chair, she smiled at how well this male, who she had met just this morning, cheerfully did as she commanded without question.

"You listen quite well."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Tell me, Rand, do you enjoy serving dominant women?"

"I do, Ma'am."

"Good! You will have a chance to indulge in your enjoyment quite a bit more. Get back in your car and quickly drive back to the office you once ruled. But be careful, we want your car in one piece. Not like before! Amanda may allow you ass worship if you are fast enough. Of course, she may decide not to let you even see her nude ass since she is fully clothed by now even if you do arrive on time. That is up to her. Now, go!"

"But my pants! I can't run out without my pants. People will see."

There was silence on the other end. Finally, Rand realized his mistake.

"Mistress...er...Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am."

"You should be. Now I can see why I was told you can be forgetful and need constant reminders. You do respond well to strong and powerful women. I like that."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"You need to remember not to question orders."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Now, spread your legs and whack your balls as hard as you can with your hand.

With no hesitation, he did just that. It stung, but because of the trajectory, not nearly as hard as when Sharie always did it or the two times Amanda had this past week. She pointed to the floor as Rand obediently sank to his knees, looking up at the camera to his left. 

"Now, what were you saying, Rand?"

"Nothing, Ma'am."

"No, no speak! I will allow it. I am anxious to hear you as you question orders from a female superior. Go ahead. You may speak freely. There will be no consequences for speaking your mind now since I have given you permission."

"Ma'am, I am worried about going outside in broad daylight in just my red briefs and panties. Someone will see."

"They sure will. At least I am letting you keep on your briefs over those frilly red panties. I suggest you run and drive fast. For your sake you better hope the people that do see you are citizens and not officials from the police."

"Very well. Thank you for letting me wear my red briefs. I am sorry for questioning you, Ma'am."

"You should be. Now stand up. If we meet again, I will remember what you did, and you will pay more harshly. Hurry up! You are on camera, and Amanda is waiting!

This snapped him out of his funk. As he strode toward the door with an obvious smile on his face, her voice stopped him.

"WAIT! You're picturing Amanda's luscious ass right now, aren't you?"

His face was red as he barely whispered a response.

"Yes, I am, Ma'am."

"Well, stop fantasizing and get moving. You might get the real thing if you do as I say!"

Rand glanced back at his discarded suit pants and blanched. He realized that when he stripped off his nice dark blue suit pants, he was careless and tore a hole along the right side. He hesitated momentarily, knowing Mistress Sharie would spank him for that since it was expensive. It was a good thing he always kept an extra pair at the office. A fact that the voice seemed to know.

Like a tidal wave, he realized she and Amanda were working totally in tandem with Sharie. Instead of being upset, he was serene and quite thrilled. Not only was he slated to obey every command, he was told he was good at from three strong women. He wondered about this officer, though. Was this his only contact with her, or would she be entering his life from now on? Amanda hinted that this red-headed, younger Sharie look-alike might be joining them that morning, but did that mean as just her voice or would she see him in person? He liked both scenarios but preferred the second one.

TO BE CONTINUED