It's a Man's World Ch. 04 - Welcome

The story so far... In the first installment of It's a Man's World proud corporate feminist Toni LaCroix gave in to her desires and auditioned to become the sex slave of a mysterious rich, playboy.

In the second installment, Toni met Master Alex and passed her second audition with flying colors.

In part three, Toni signed the contract and was initiated into Master Alex's harem. Now it's time her her servitude to begin...

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Chapter 4: Welcome

A hum of anticipation still reverberated through Toni's body as she stepped into the playroom, a new woman. The moment she signed the contract, a cascade of choices unfolded--her head surrendered to the clippers, her feminist shield sheared away with every strand. Now, in the aftermath, the playroom held the echoes of transformation. It took on a new lighter, soft in the golden ambience of late afternoon.

In the soft glow, she wrestled with inner conflict, a momentary hesitation before the allure of submission pulled her deeper. The playroom, a canvas of desires and secrets, waited for the next chapter to unfold--a narrative etched in the texture of silk, the scent of anticipation, and the echoes of transformation. The whips on the walls hung silently, aching to be used. She ached to feel their sting on her body. Tantalizing flashbacks teased at the edges of Toni's consciousness, fragments of the life she'd willingly left behind.

"Go on," Ms Paris whispered behind her. "This is your place now."

Toni stepped further into the playroom, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet that cradled her every step. Her body was hot from the shower, she felt tingles from her shorn scalp to the soles of her feet. The room exuded a muted warmth, a blend of intimate scents--sandalwood and leather--that clung to the air like a secret whispered. She ran her fingers over the silk ties draped across a low-slung table beneath the window, their smoothness a sensual prelude to the experiences this room held.

The playroom where Toni had spent most of her time at the house was situated at one end and overlooked the wide, expansive lawn that sloped gently down to the shores of Lake Filey. A small jetty and boathouse sat on the water, far off in the distance. She'd barely noticed the lake when she first entered the room, it had all looked like forest beyond the grass. Mind you, half her attention had been on Ms Paris' voluptuous breasts.

She continued looking around, taking in every element of the room as if it was the first time. The large, mid-century credenza was polished to perfection, the wood shining. She gazed at herself in the mirror above it, catching fragments of a woman she was still discovering--her shorn head, a bold emblem of submission, reflected the dim light like an offering to the unknown. The woman in the mirror looked confident and serene, but inside her heart was beating at a million miles an hour.

Ms Paris began to talk, and it took Toni a few moments to comprehend she was getting a tour. The bedroom attached to the playroom, the one where she'd stumbled upon Alex and Ms Paris fucking, Toni was surprised to learn was technically the house's guest bedroom. One of three, scattered around the place.

The corridor outside the playroom was neat and sparse. A neat mid-century bookcase, bringing with books, added character, as did the little Scandinavian armchair where Toni had nervously waited for her first interview.

The Edward Hopper print across from it was just one of many artworks that littered the home. Most of them showcased nude women in one way or another; there were artful photographs, famous images, elegant portraits - but all of them seemed to showcase the female form. Toni appreciated the theme: Alexander was a man of singular tastes. The house's artworks whispered tales of desire, of women entwined in the dance of dominance and surrender--themes that mirrored her own journey.

Across the corridor from the playroom was a bedroom with two plain single beds. Ms Paris told Toni that was where the two of them would be sleeping most nights.

The nightstand beside one of the beds had been decorated with a few personal items; a book, a journal and pen. A phone was charging. The other nightstand was bereft.

The Gimp had placed Toni's bag on the other bed. She'd almost forgotten all the time she'd spent packing her bags. All the anxiety that came with it; would she need a big jacket? Would she need an extra pair of socks? Should she be signing up to be a man's sex slave? She thought back to something Ms Paris had said when they first met: "Choice and agency are essential to true submission". She wasn't being forced, she wasn't being coerced, she was doing this because it was her choice and she wanted to.

Toni sighed. Ms Paris's buxom form had vanished into a room off the side off the bedroom, her magnificent ass, still a little pink from Alex's spanking, poking half out of it. A light flicked on. An ensuite. The room's attached bathroom had two sinks, a shower and a toilet. It was rudimentary. As with the nightstands, one of the sinks had been claimed and was cluttered with beauty products of all descriptions. Toni frowned.

"I thought you'd... have your own room, you're..." she said nervously.

"His top gal?" Ms Paris laughed, then waved Toni's question away. "I do have my own room darling, it's down the way. The Gimp's in it at the moment. Night time is when doubts creep in, so I figured you might need a little company as we start things off. I don't want you lying in here as you drift off to sleep, overthinking all this when you should be thinking about how best you can serve our master."

"You think I'll change my mind?"

"Darling, you've signed up to be a man's sex slave. I'd be worried if the thought hadn't crossed your mind," Ms Paris said, reaching out and brushing Toni's cheek.

Toni averted her gaze. She had been fighting with the idea of it, but she couldn't hold back her desires any more.

"I had doubts too, initially," the older woman said. "At least you're not jumping into this in the midst of a divorce."

"I guess so," Toni said. Ms Paris' smiled and she slapped Toni's ass.

"I've got something for you darling!" The older woman said happily, dark bob of hair swirling as she spun around, reaching into a backpack next to her bed. She emerged holding a red, silicone bracelet, and then a blue one. She handed the red one to Toni and slipped the blue one around her own wrist.

"These just arrived!" she said, as Toni slipped it on. "Remember I mentioned pagers, earlier? These are ours. They're connected to an app on Alex's phone, so he can tap on one of our pagers and it will vibrate."

"When we're summoned?"

"Exactly. We could be outside, or at the other end of the house and he doesn't have to come looking."

"He shouldn't have to."

"Precisely. It is waterproof and designed to be wear-resistant. You will need to keep it charged, but they can charge wirelessly so you should never have to take it off."

"I'll keep it on at all times," Toni grinned. Suddenly, Ms Paris wrapped Toni up in a tight hug, her giant breasts pressing against Toni's chest.

"Oh I'm so glad you're joining us!" the older woman said. Toni found herself blushing.

"Shall we continue the tour?" Ms Paris said when she pulled back.

The rest of the house was much of the same. The whole building was centered around a large living area at the center, with huge floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the lake. The room had a high ceiling, and a staircase was tucked away to the right that lead to a second story which contained Alex's master bedroom, the master bathroom and an office.

It was a beautiful home, clearly a renovation built on some original stone foundations. Sunlight filtered through the towering pine trees that surrounded the house, casting a warm glow on the polished wood floors, and only enhancing the cozy atmosphere.

"This place is a haven, isn't it?" Toni remarked, absent mindedly. As Ms Paris took her into the other wing of the house.

"A haven for a man and his harem," Ms Paris said, eyes sparkling.

The wing had a dining room, kitchen and laundry. The kitchen, complete with a breakfast booth, was sleek and modern, with granite countertops, saucepans hanging from a frame attached the ceiling. A couple of aprons hung on hooks, and a vintage looking mixer whirred as the Gimp cooked their dinner.

The Gimp still wore a covering over her head, this time black embroidered lace, with her chin free and a pair of seductive red lips that smiled at them as they passed by. Toni's gaze flickered to the subtle cues exchanged between Ms Paris and the Gimp, silently absorbing the unspoken language that governed their interactions. She whispered a question to Ms Paris.

"She wants to be known solely, within this house, as the Gimp. That's part of her fantasy, and I respect that," Ms Paris answered loudly in reply, not hesitating to slap the Gimp's ass as they passed. So much for an unspoken language.

During the tour, every time Toni caught her reflection she did a double-take. It took a moment to remember that she was the girl with the buzzcut staring back at her, and she'd often absent mindedly run her hand over her head, surprised each time at her lack of hair. She didn't regret it though. Maybe she would, but for now it was perfect.

Stepping out on the patio from a pair of French doors in the kitchen, Toni reflected that the house was a lot bigger than she had expected when she first saw it. It had appeared to be just a single storey, nestled among trees, so when one approached from the driveway it seemed small. But the way the land sloped down towards the water gave it a lot more height from the other side, so much so the patio that ran the length of the building, that many of the rooms facing the lake opened up to, turned into a balcony.

When they walked out onto it, Toni sighed. The smell of cedar and pine was strong in the air, and the sun was setting on the other side of the lake. There were a few twinkling lights, indicating a few other houses around the lake, but for the most part it was wilderness. Gorgeous, natural countryside that slid up from the lake into rugged mountains, dark shadows in the twilight. Toni had never been in such a beautiful house. The scent of freedom intermingled with the fresh aroma of cedar and pine wafting through the air.

"This is beautiful," she gasped. Ms Paris grinned.

"Isn't it?" she said, running a hand along Toni's upper arm. Toni shivered with pleasure.

"It's our little slice of paradise, away from the world." Ms Paris said. The evening breeze was cool against their naked bodies, and Toni felt herself instinctively move a little closer to Ms Paris as they leaned on the wooden balustrade.

The huge, expansive lawn was for the most part flat, with a fire pit on one side of the path that led down to the jetty. A few vegetable gardens sat near a garden shed, tucked away to the right side.

"We grow a lot of our own food," Ms Paris said. "You'll get used to cooking with fresh ingredients, and once a week I'll take you with me when I go to the butcher and specialty grocer to get what we don't have here. Twice a week sometimes. There are also a few fruit trees scattered around too. Have you gardened much?"

Toni shook her head. There was an irony in a man born into one of the country's richest families preferring to grow his own food or, at least, have his women grow it for him. Ms Paris laughed and elbowed her gently on the ribs.

"Don't worry, we'll make a green thumb out of you. But we do have a lovely gardener who comes every other day to cut the grass and make sure everything's ticking over."

"And he's fine with... us? With this?"

"She," Ms Paris said. "Is more than fine, darling. She's getting paid six-figures not to care. Her name is Irene and she's wonderful, you'll love her."

"Her," Toni repeated. Of course, it was a woman.

"All the House's staff are women," Ms Paris purred. "Even the gardener."

On the other side, a large wooden shed that Ms Paris said was Alex's workshop sat by the tree line with a stoop full of logs and a wood-splitting area out the front.

On the lawn, thirty feet from the workshop, was a large patch of dead grass.

"What's that?" Toni asked, pointing at the area of yellowed grass. Ms Paris sighed.

"That's where Daddy Saint-Clair lands his helicopter when he's angry with Alex," she said.

"It looks pretty worn," Toni said. Ms Paris shrugged.

"He's always angry."

Toni leaned against the balustrade, the cool breeze kissing her naked skin. Suddenly, seeing the sparkling lights across the lake, she felt a little self-conscious.

"They... they can't see us can they?" she asked, gesturing across the lake. Ms Paris followed her fingers and shrugged.

"We're covered by the trees for the most part," she said. "And besides, four of the houses on this lake are Saint-Clair owned. And that one..."

Ms Paris pointed towards the house directly across the lake. "Is where Irene lives anyway."

Toni chuckled.

"Shall we go inside, darling?" Ms Paris said. "It's getting a bit chilly."

As they re-entered the main living space at the heart of the house, with its floor to ceiling windows, fireplace and comfy sofas, Toni couldn't help but smile. This is exactly what she'd wanted. An escape. This was perfect, a place to get away from the stresses of her life. There was no Brax-Mueller firm here, no work, no stress, no constant noise, none of it.

"Take a seat, darling," Ms Paris gestures toward one of the sofas. Toni obediently sank into it. Ms Paris stood tall. The light from the window, which must be almost two-storeys, cast soft shadows on the older woman's buxom body. Toni couldn't help but ogle the naked woman, not for the first time.

"It's time we discussed a few little things, little rules and instructions," Ms Paris said, massive breasts bobbling. "You were supposed to have a few more documents to sign, but the lawyer couldn't make it today."

"What documents?"

"A formal NDA, a financial statement and health form," Ms Paris shrugged. "They will have all been emailed to you."

Toni nodded. She remembered being sent them.

"But nonetheless. I can give you a rundown of a day in the life of a House slave. We go to bed after master Alex, and usually get up before him. You'll find a rhythm and a routine, but in general we get up, put on makeup, make the bed again and then start our chores. We cook breakfast, we clean. I have organized a roster, but for the first week you'll just shadow me. When our morning chores are finished, we present ourselves to master Alex. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am," Toni nodded. She squeezed her thighs together. Ms Paris talking about chores and servitude was turning her on. Women cooking and cleaning, stark naked, while Alex swanned in whenever he wanted and fucked them. What had Ms Paris called it? A "subversive and stylised return to gender roles". It sounded so nice, so fun. So very sexy.

"Of course, if Alex wakes earlier and wants to fuck us, that's our priority and we must make up our chores later," Ms Paris continued. "If he wants to be woken with a blowjob, rimjob or sex, then that's what we do. He is our number one priority at all times. If that bracelet around your wrist vibrates, you stop whatever you are doing and serve Him."

"Of course ma'am," Toni nodded. Ms Paris grinned.

"My, you've come a long way from the woman who gushed about my ass when we first met, darling," she said. Toni blushed. She'd been a mess of nerves that first meeting, blurting out anything that crossed her mind.

"The maid you met when you came for your interviews is one of several who come twice a week. They do the bigger tasks, like cleaning all the windows. Because let's fact it, we're mainly here to get fucked and that --" Ms Paris gestured towards the huge main window that overlooked the lawn and the lake. "-- is a fucking big window. We might as well let the experts handle it. They have been coming a bit more often as we were one woman short, but with you joining us, things should be back to normal."

"We also have a strict beauty regimen," Ms Paris continued. "Manicures once every three to four weeks. Hair..." Ms Paris paused at Toni's bald head. "When it's back, hair cut and styled once every two months.

"We have personal grooming appointments once a month, where we are required to have our bodies waxed. Legs, underarms, ass. Any part of our bodies that can sprout unsightly hair.

"Except for the bush." Toni blurted out, eyes fixed on the older woman's crotch. A large, but well-maintained patch of hair covered Ms Paris' shapely mound, like an arrowhead guiding one's gaze to her pussy. Ms Paris smiled, and used a finger under Toni's to raise her eyeline back up.

"Yes, Toni," she said. "Except for the bush. We are women, not girls. However, even in our pubic hair we follow strict protocols. It is to be kept neat and tidy, trimmed regularly. All hair must be above the vagina, not down the side. Master Alex likes there to be a degree of separation. He does not want our cunts to be... lost in the jungle, so to speak."

"I understand," Toni nodded.

"Good girl. I will strictly enforce these rules, if I find a single hair out of place after grooming day, it will be 10 strokes of the cane. For each hair."

Toni gulped. "Yes Ma'am," she said. Ms Paris stroked her cheek.

"Of course, the Gimp is an exception. Her tattoo takes precedence. I wouldn't stress, you'll be fine. Men are visual creatures. As women, it is important that we present ourselves in an acceptable manner."

"Not a hair out of place," Toni replied.

"Not a hair out of place," Ms Paris nodded approvingly. "We'll make a little housewife out of you yet."

Toni beamed at the compliment. She was still a feminist after all. She didn't feel being a housewife - or an imitation of one - went against her beliefs. She always told herself it was about choice. Some of her friends from college had become stay-at-home moms, and they were still strong women. Heck, one of the strongest women she knew was her Nonna, and she'd been a housewife for fifty years. Lord have mercy on anyone her crossed her Nonna.

But then again, she would be playing the housewife in a man's sex slave harem, so it was anything but normal.

Toni nodded. Ms Paris sat down next to her, placing a hand on Toni's thigh, resting her oversized breasts on Toni's shoulder.

"How are you feeling so far?" she asked, staring at Toni's bald head.

"I... excited," Toni nodded. "I'm excited. I've been thinking about this moment... dreaming about it since the first time I came here."

"You said you took a week's leave from work?"

"I wasn't sure if I could get more on such short notice." Toni said. The truth was, she hadn't the guts to hand in her two weeks notice. No matter how much she hated her boss, no matter how it stressed her. It was still a leap of faith, a huge change. Ms Paris had been right. Part of her wondered if she should just rip the band-aid off and quit.

"That's fine, darling. A week will be plenty to break you in. We can discuss long-term plans once you're settled in."

Toni shivered at her words. The idea of being broken in, as Ms Paris put it, thrilled her. She wanted it; she wanted to be broken in. Like she was a pair of dress shoes; an accessory, an object.

"I'd like that," she said softly. Ms Paris leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

Gravel crunched in the distance, and a distinct swoop of bright yellow light briefly passed through the window beside the front door, casting a warm hue into the main living space.