An Unexpected ‘Business’ Meeting

Photo from: Situation Vacant with Mistress Sidonia & Snow

An Unexpected ‘Business’ Meeting

Michael strode along the street in the commercial district of the town, his three-piece pinstripe suit somewhat incongruous on a Saturday. He had been told his role was to dress in his business attire, which he had brought with him, and then to walk in the business area, as if he was on his way to work or a meeting. He walked with that business like air which a suit bestows, enjoying the fresh October morning sunshine. His mind, however, was frantically trying to conjure what scenario he could possibly be part of.

The hum of passing traffic, of which he was largely oblivious, was broken suddenly by screech of brakes as a black BMW suddenly pulled into the kerb beside him. The windows were darkly tinted. He glanced over as the rear door opened. In one graceful sweep Mistress Vivienne emerged. He froze, taking in her black leather boots and her brazen leather underwear. She wore an army type leather jacket and a visored leather army cap studded with spikes. The rear door on the other side opened and Mistress Sidonia stepped out, similarly attired. He stood, mouth agape, as both approached him in confident, daring strides. It was as if they were giving the proverbial finger to the world around them. Around him he could sense the shock and surprise of his fellow pedestrians. Time seemed to still stand still. It was as if a fissure had opened in time and space and they had emerged from another dimension.

His thoughts were jolted as he felt them take his arms. “Ripe for the picking, wouldn’t you agree, Mistress,” said Mistress Sidonia. “Absolutely,” agree Mistress Vivienne. “Get into the car you fucking pig,” barked Mistress Sidonia as they pushed him towards the open door. He bent and they shoved him in. Mistress Sidonia returned to her side. He sat in the middle dazed. Mistress Vivienne stepped into the open door but, before getting back in, she turned to the stunned onlookers. “Nothing to see here folks,” she cackled, “just an ordinary Saturday morning napping.”

With that she sat back in, sandwiching Michael between both. He tried to catch his breath – the suddenness of his abduction had winded him, and now he sat helpless between both Mistresses.
“Well, well, well, not too bad for a bit of Saturday morning fishing. What do you think, Mistress,” said Vivienne. “Yes, it will have to do Mistress,” agreed Mistress Sidonia. “I suppose some use can be found for it.”
“Mistresses’”……began Michael. “Who gave you permission to speak,” interjected Mistress Sidonia. “You will speak only when spoken to, slave.”
“Were you one the way to a meeting,” Mistress Vivienne asked. “Yes,” answered Michael, his tone meek. “Hmmm, you had no bag, you were travelling light,” observed Mistress Sidonia.

With that Mistress Vivienne reached her hand down between his legs and clamped her hand over his crotch area. “Well not that light, Mistress,” she said. “He is carrying it all down here.”
Michael grimaced as she tightened her grip and then her hand went exploring more until she got hold of his balls and squeezed them brusquely.
“Now what kind of a business meeting were you going to with this load,” asked Mistress Vivienne. “Were you going to unload these all over a spreadsheet.”
“Well, Mistress….”.
“Oh, do shut up,” shot in Mistress Sidonia.
“You know Mistress I really think we need to put this business portfolio to some constructive use,” proposed Mistress Vivienne.
“Yes, Mistress, I agree. It would be a shame to waste such a package.”
“Any ideas, Mistress,” asked Mistress Vivienne.
“Well, it may seem a bit counter intuitive, but it is Saturday and there is a notorious dogging site down at a certain point on the river. It goes all day apparently. Suppose our little catch carries out a few transactions for us down there. That would be a fitting business meeting for him, I think. That suit is bound to tickle the fancy of some of those filthy doggers.”
“Oh, that does sound splendid, Mistress.

Mistress Vivienne led Michael into a copse of bushes. Behind them Mistress Sidonia was talking to a guy with a baseball cap who had appeared some minutes after they appeared. “Over here,” instructed Mistress Vivienne. He stood where she told him. A minute later the baseball hat guy appeared with Mistress Sidonia by his side. “Slave take down you pants and show our friend here the product,” she ordered. He undid his pinstripe trousers, and it fell loosely around his legs. Then he pushed down his y-front. His cock stood semi-erect, his earlier proximity to the Mistresses exciting and energising it despite his predicament. Baseball hat guy’s enthusiasm was palpable to the point of being uncouth as he pushed down his tracksuit bottoms, releasing his large erect dick.

“This deal is going down,” said Mistress Sidonia as she led baseball hat to a position in front of him. She turned to face him. “Get on your knees you bitch and suck him.” He dropped to his knees, the cock in front of him dominating his line of vision and his mind. Mistress Sidonia placed her hands on his head as Mistress Vivienne took hold of the guy’s cock and dangled it in front of him. “The Board of Directors would love this little presentation,” she said laughing. With that Mistress Sidonia pushed his head forward, his nose brushing against the cock head, his whole body tingling as if from a mild electric shock with the first physical contact. Then he was working up and down the shaft. And then the cock was in his mouth, and he started sucking it as if his life depended on it. Mistress Sidonia told him to deep throat it, to see how much he could take. They made him gag on it, their laughter ringing around his head. And then the warm spunk erupted on his nose, his cheeks, inscribing its signature across his face. And then he was cleaning it, his tongue working fastidiously under their orders to capture every and any little drop.

Job done he sat back on his haunches, gathering himself. Baseball hat guy pulled his tracksuit bottoms back up, apparently sated. There was a movement in the bush to the left. Mistress Sidonia turned and went to investigate. The guy thanked Mistress Vivienne and departed. Mistress Sidonia returned. Behind him he could make out the outline of another man, this guy apparently kitted out for a run. “We have another interested party a jogger dogger, who takes a very broad view of physical exercise,” said Mistress Sidonia. “Guess what, he wants to suck you, you lucky dog.”

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