JC95123
12-23-2008, 3:54 PM
We were at the little island airport waiting for the new arrivals. The Duty Mistress was seated on a servant who was serving as a stool. Basically, he was kneeling in an upright position and she was sitting against the hollow formed at the back of his neck, resting the heels of her sandals on his hips. The duty mistress greeted the vacationing mistresses as they arrived. They were each assigned accomodations and escorted to them. After that, they would rejoin in the area adjacent to the outdoor bar, for an introduction to the island and its customs, and a ceremonial dance. Sort of a Club Med for dominas.
Each one of these islands is different, and because the management and servants rotate in and out, each Domina Island is different pretty much every time you go to it. Some of the women had vacationed with the Domina Island chain before and pretty much knew the drill. Some were first timers, Doctors that had just passed residency, young newly divorced women, television actresses taking a break between seasons, newly graduated MBA’s, etc. People of the moneyed class. There were Doctors, lawyers, judges and some politically well connected people, both as subs and as doms. I had no such connections, but many did. You never knew who you were going to meet at one of these things. There was one general rule for subs at these islands, if you recognize a domina from another time, don’t acknowledge her unless she initiates the contact. Some are happily involved in the outside world, while in the island world, relationships are for the duration of the domina’s stay.
Vacations typically run for a week, but there is a three day, four night package, and celebrities often come for a single day. Some do come for a month or more, but that’s pretty rare. Some celebrities can come and stay for free, while their faces still have drawing power. It’s one place that you can pretty much get away from the paparazzi. They simply aren’t allowed and there are enough really, really powerful people frequenting the Islands, as we insiders refer to them, to enforce the rule. Each island is technically a foreign country with all the rights that that entails. We don’t need a military because we have clientele that are among the most powerful people in the world. Try to out someone here and you might just be made to disappear.
Most of the new arrivals were return customers, but there was a group of sweet young starlets that were obviously first timers, and quite new to many of the concepts. I didn’t recognize them; I’ve been on the islands for too long. It was obvious that they would have many questions, most they wouldn’t even know to ask. For first timers like that, we have procedures to get them acclimated. We conduct classes, and, for these virgin domina’s, the Duty Mistress might even assign them a servant to tell them about life within the island culture.
I was there seeing Mistress Catherine off. We had formed some emotional attachments, and this was a sort of closure. As I said, if I ever met her again, I would never acknowledge that we had ever met, unless she offered to refresh my memory. It was a bittersweet moment. There was no contact between us. She did not even dominate me.
She looked me in the eye.
“You and I end right here. I have a family and friends out there in the world, and you can never be part of that.”
I was silent. I would miss her, but I had known would end this way. I would go back into the service pool, until another mistress opted for my services.
“I can do this much for you,” she said. “Wait here.”
She went over to the new arrivals, the new girls. After a short conference, she snapped her fingers, without looking.
I hurried to her my place, behind and to the right of her.
She introduced me to the virgin dominas, “This is number 6. I have his services through the end of the day, but I am leaving now.”
Turning her head in my general direction, “Please try to be of assistance to these Ladies.”
“Good bye,” and with that she walked out of my life.
I spoke to my new charges, “with your permission, I’ll get your accomodation assignments and escort you to them. You can find a seat at the bar or enjoy the scenery. I will find you.”
The blonde one spoke, “Yes, please do.”
They looked at each other and, by some unspoken agreement, they began wandering in the direction of the bar. They leaned their heads toward each other and began talking in very low voices, scarcely containing their impulses to giggle.
Knowing that they had no island currency, I caught the eye of one of the servers at the outdoor bar and nodded at my cadre of young goddesses. It wasn’t difficult to catch his eye. They were very pretty and he had already noticed them. I had to agree they were quite beautiful. It was, after all, how they made their living. You could women just as beautiful in any shopping mall the world over. Arguably, my charges teeth were whiter than most. As I said, it’s how they made their living.
For myself, I prefer women that have their wisdom teeth. They, on the other hand, prefer men that don’t have their wisdom teeth, so I tended to spend most of my time in the general service pool rather than in service to individual mistresses. C’est la vie.
I walked around to the podium where the Duty Mistress was handing out the assignments, and with her permission, I retrieved the documentation for my party.
The blonde one, who appeared to be the leader, was Mistress Buffy. The redhead was a Mistress Willow. There was a mousey brunette went by Lady Tara. Obviously, these were not their real names. They were not from Sunnydale. Last, but certainly not least, there was a red-haired Asian named Goddess Lucy and a Middle Eastern Mistress Kim as well. If I ever meet them again at another island, they will undoubtedly have different names. And I will undoubtedly have a different number.
I met them back at the bar where they were drinking bottled sparkling water. I nodded my approval to the bartender.
I approached the table and stood to behind and to the left of Mistress Buffy and waited. They didn’t make me wait long.
Mistress Buffy inclined her head slightly in my direction and said, “Yes?”
I knelt and speaking very softly, “Your accommodations are ready. I will take you to them whenever you wish. We can go now or wait until after the introductory meeting. It’s not that we wish to rush you, but we have found it better to begin with a total immersion into the island culture.”
She turned to me and asked, “Can I slap you?”
I replied “I would insist if I were permitted.”
She did.
I dropped my head to the floor and spoke, “Please, forgive me Mistress.”
She spoke to her friends, “I just wanted to do it, total immersion, right?”
Her friends laughed at her wit. This was good.
I extended my hand toward her foot and said, “You may place your foot here, if you wish.”
She replied, “Of course I can! Get back in your place!”
Then Mistress Kim spoke up, “Hey! What about me? Get over here and try that.”
I hastened around to her left and extended my hand.
“Oh no! Your head goes there.”
I knelt forward and placed my head where my hand had been.
She surprised me by saying, “Face up, you pathetic slave,” in a very sexy voice. She was, after all, an actress.
I turned over and she put here arch of her sandal right on my nose and let her foot curl over my face obscuring my vision. I heard chairs scraping and soon I felt a pair of feet pressed into my belly one from the left and one from the right.
I heard “Kiss me!” I later learned to associate that voice with Mistress Tara. The pressure on my belly increased and I assumed they kissed.
Then Buffy spoke up, “We had better either get to our rooms or to the meeting before you girls go any farther. The feet were lifted from me and I rose to a standing position.
“We have time to get to the meeting and find good seats. Shall we?”
And I led them off to the outdoor seating.
Each one of these islands is different, and because the management and servants rotate in and out, each Domina Island is different pretty much every time you go to it. Some of the women had vacationed with the Domina Island chain before and pretty much knew the drill. Some were first timers, Doctors that had just passed residency, young newly divorced women, television actresses taking a break between seasons, newly graduated MBA’s, etc. People of the moneyed class. There were Doctors, lawyers, judges and some politically well connected people, both as subs and as doms. I had no such connections, but many did. You never knew who you were going to meet at one of these things. There was one general rule for subs at these islands, if you recognize a domina from another time, don’t acknowledge her unless she initiates the contact. Some are happily involved in the outside world, while in the island world, relationships are for the duration of the domina’s stay.
Vacations typically run for a week, but there is a three day, four night package, and celebrities often come for a single day. Some do come for a month or more, but that’s pretty rare. Some celebrities can come and stay for free, while their faces still have drawing power. It’s one place that you can pretty much get away from the paparazzi. They simply aren’t allowed and there are enough really, really powerful people frequenting the Islands, as we insiders refer to them, to enforce the rule. Each island is technically a foreign country with all the rights that that entails. We don’t need a military because we have clientele that are among the most powerful people in the world. Try to out someone here and you might just be made to disappear.
Most of the new arrivals were return customers, but there was a group of sweet young starlets that were obviously first timers, and quite new to many of the concepts. I didn’t recognize them; I’ve been on the islands for too long. It was obvious that they would have many questions, most they wouldn’t even know to ask. For first timers like that, we have procedures to get them acclimated. We conduct classes, and, for these virgin domina’s, the Duty Mistress might even assign them a servant to tell them about life within the island culture.
I was there seeing Mistress Catherine off. We had formed some emotional attachments, and this was a sort of closure. As I said, if I ever met her again, I would never acknowledge that we had ever met, unless she offered to refresh my memory. It was a bittersweet moment. There was no contact between us. She did not even dominate me.
She looked me in the eye.
“You and I end right here. I have a family and friends out there in the world, and you can never be part of that.”
I was silent. I would miss her, but I had known would end this way. I would go back into the service pool, until another mistress opted for my services.
“I can do this much for you,” she said. “Wait here.”
She went over to the new arrivals, the new girls. After a short conference, she snapped her fingers, without looking.
I hurried to her my place, behind and to the right of her.
She introduced me to the virgin dominas, “This is number 6. I have his services through the end of the day, but I am leaving now.”
Turning her head in my general direction, “Please try to be of assistance to these Ladies.”
“Good bye,” and with that she walked out of my life.
I spoke to my new charges, “with your permission, I’ll get your accomodation assignments and escort you to them. You can find a seat at the bar or enjoy the scenery. I will find you.”
The blonde one spoke, “Yes, please do.”
They looked at each other and, by some unspoken agreement, they began wandering in the direction of the bar. They leaned their heads toward each other and began talking in very low voices, scarcely containing their impulses to giggle.
Knowing that they had no island currency, I caught the eye of one of the servers at the outdoor bar and nodded at my cadre of young goddesses. It wasn’t difficult to catch his eye. They were very pretty and he had already noticed them. I had to agree they were quite beautiful. It was, after all, how they made their living. You could women just as beautiful in any shopping mall the world over. Arguably, my charges teeth were whiter than most. As I said, it’s how they made their living.
For myself, I prefer women that have their wisdom teeth. They, on the other hand, prefer men that don’t have their wisdom teeth, so I tended to spend most of my time in the general service pool rather than in service to individual mistresses. C’est la vie.
I walked around to the podium where the Duty Mistress was handing out the assignments, and with her permission, I retrieved the documentation for my party.
The blonde one, who appeared to be the leader, was Mistress Buffy. The redhead was a Mistress Willow. There was a mousey brunette went by Lady Tara. Obviously, these were not their real names. They were not from Sunnydale. Last, but certainly not least, there was a red-haired Asian named Goddess Lucy and a Middle Eastern Mistress Kim as well. If I ever meet them again at another island, they will undoubtedly have different names. And I will undoubtedly have a different number.
I met them back at the bar where they were drinking bottled sparkling water. I nodded my approval to the bartender.
I approached the table and stood to behind and to the left of Mistress Buffy and waited. They didn’t make me wait long.
Mistress Buffy inclined her head slightly in my direction and said, “Yes?”
I knelt and speaking very softly, “Your accommodations are ready. I will take you to them whenever you wish. We can go now or wait until after the introductory meeting. It’s not that we wish to rush you, but we have found it better to begin with a total immersion into the island culture.”
She turned to me and asked, “Can I slap you?”
I replied “I would insist if I were permitted.”
She did.
I dropped my head to the floor and spoke, “Please, forgive me Mistress.”
She spoke to her friends, “I just wanted to do it, total immersion, right?”
Her friends laughed at her wit. This was good.
I extended my hand toward her foot and said, “You may place your foot here, if you wish.”
She replied, “Of course I can! Get back in your place!”
Then Mistress Kim spoke up, “Hey! What about me? Get over here and try that.”
I hastened around to her left and extended my hand.
“Oh no! Your head goes there.”
I knelt forward and placed my head where my hand had been.
She surprised me by saying, “Face up, you pathetic slave,” in a very sexy voice. She was, after all, an actress.
I turned over and she put here arch of her sandal right on my nose and let her foot curl over my face obscuring my vision. I heard chairs scraping and soon I felt a pair of feet pressed into my belly one from the left and one from the right.
I heard “Kiss me!” I later learned to associate that voice with Mistress Tara. The pressure on my belly increased and I assumed they kissed.
Then Buffy spoke up, “We had better either get to our rooms or to the meeting before you girls go any farther. The feet were lifted from me and I rose to a standing position.
“We have time to get to the meeting and find good seats. Shall we?”
And I led them off to the outdoor seating.