Brad hadn’t really known what he was signing up for, he’d seen the ad on fetlife and responded out of shear desperation to get laid. He’d never been very lucky with women but was addicted to porn and loved anything kinky, the idea of serving a secret dominatrix coven for executive women and the ultra-wealthy appealed to him on so many levels even if he didn’t entirely believe that add – honestly he’d have been more than happy had he ended up serving a delusional old slut or getting put in a dress and pimped to local guys but as it turned out every word of the advert was true.
‘Welcome to servitude’ one of the women greeted him in a powerfully derisive tone as he entered the lobby of their grand hall, even just the entrance hall was a hugely impressive room with a long hall that ended in two huge staircases leading down to a vast ballroom. The scale was vast with large imposing statues of fierce looking Amazonians and big frescoes of bare breasted Goddesses being waited on and pampered by chained men. The shear size and vividness of it made Brad’s head swim but by far the most significant and attention grabbing thing was the two rows of womanly figures standing powerfully and mysteriously at the end of the room.