The Diaries of Ayesha

I was digging through a box the other night when I found a post card that Mistress Minx had sent me when she was in Paris shortly after we reunited at the Bank

I had asked her for the details when she returned from the trip, but she had brushed me off with an "I'll tell you later."

When we were sitting at the kitchen table having tea the other night I reminded her that she promised to tell me the details.

She sighed and pointed out it was late, at which point I countered it could be a bedtime story.

"All right, bring the teapot and biscuits and let's sit by the fireplace. If I'm going to be telling bedtime stories, we might as well do it right," she agreed.

We settled before the fire and I sat at her feet expectantly and she began.

I was in Paris to make arrangements with the Bourse for a large stake in a French electronics company for the Bank. I also wanted to do some shopping for myself for a change.

Not that I couldn't shop at home, but the shopping in Paris, especially for fetishware could not be beat.

I had even actually managed to put business and Ay'esha out of my mind for a change after my meeting. Not that both weren't important, but I think I'm entitled to a little fun of my own sometimes.

Being a Mistress is a never ending task. At least if you are going to do things right.

Anyway, I'd wrapped up my business with the Bourse, made arrangements for them to be paid in gold rather than dollars, and then settled down to a typical Parisian lunch which took up about three hours.

A wonderful three hours.

Fresh sole, bouillabaisse, a wonderful salad, and a good bottle of white wine at a sidewalk cafe with the added attraction of the inhabitants of the City of Lights.

The inner woman having been sated, it was time to visit the Louvre.

Most people who visit the Louvre have a tendency to gravitate to the Mona Lisa, but myself I actually prefer Alessandro Filipepi, better known as Botticelli.

Most people think of the Birth of Venus when they think about Botticelli, but I prefer one of his later works, Venus and the Graces Offering Gifts to a Young Girl, painted in about 1483.

I stayed in the museum until closing and then I decided to go to the Moulin Rouge and see a show.

The Moulin Rouge is located in the Place Pigalle, which for many years has been synonymous with sex. Toulouse-Lautrec got some of his best painting ideas by hanging about in the 1800's as well as many other artists including Picasso in 1900's and it was also the site of the first fully nude strip tease act.

Oh, the sex part?

It's the red light district of Paris, or at least used to be.

Actually in order for me to get to Pigalle, I had to pass down Boulevard de Clichy and pick my way through the hustlers and hookers even at that relatively early hour of the evening.

It started to rain lightly, so I was glad that I had thought to wear my long leather jacket when I left the hotel that morning, as well as its other aspects.

You dress for success no matter what type of work you are doing.

I stopped and picked up a few post cards, clean ones thank you very much like the one I mailed you, and then crossed over to the theatre.

A discreet bribe got me a far better seat, far faster than waiting as well as farther away from the main tourist crowd.

The show was very well done that night, and the girls were just as attractive as I remembered from my first visit when I was just sixteen and had to sneak in.

I've always wanted to dance as a showgirl just once, beads, ostrich plumes and all.

Of course I've danced topless, and bottomless, but there is more suspense and romance in some level of clothing being worn.

A naked woman is like a bare chicken breast lying on a plate. Palatable, but lacking something. Add some colorful veggies and it becomes a delight to the eye as well.

If sushi didn't look good, no one would ever eat it.

Coming out after the show I pulled my coat around me tighter and set off for the Metro stop rather than walking back to my hotel in the rain.

It was then I first saw the girls. They weren't exactly dressed for the rain, as they were dressed in thin blouses, short skirts and high heels.

One was a redhead and the other dark haired with a red dye stripe on one side of her head.

"Recherché d'un bon temps?" the redhead asked as I passed, "Which means Looking for a good time?"

"Quel genre de bon temps?" I replied cheerfully stopping to look at the both of them." Êtes-vous bisexual?" which means what kind of good time? Are you bisexual?

(Editors note: At this point I begged the Mistress to just stick with the English version, and she scolded me for my lack of language skills, but assented for the most part.

"Oui, on y est toutes les deux. Ça vous tente?"

I decided to play along for a bit. The dark haired girl wouldn't meet my eyes and keep looking off into the shadows in the distance. I could see a shape, a fairly large one. There was a movement and then I could see a face highlighted by the light of a struck match as he lit a cigarette.

It wasn't a particularly pleasant looking face, and the expression it wore was no more pleasant. The nose was broken and the expression in the eyes was one of anger.

"Allons autre part, parler de votre prix et ce que vous ferez pour le gagner," I said motioning to the two girls to start walking.

They obeyed and we walked together not saying anything until we passed the man who stepped out of the shadow of the doorways and threw the cigarette into the gutter at my feet.

"Et ou vas-tu avec ma propriété?" he demanded harshly glaring at the two girls.

"Ta propriété? Elles sont la propriété de tout ceux qui les veulent. Maintenant, elles sont à moi, alors degages-toi," I said coldly .

The girls looked nervously at me and then at the man who sneered.

"Je ne bouge pas pour les femmes. Si t'étais la mienne, je te battrais avec ma ceinture jusqu'a ce que tu sois sanglant."

I just smiled at him and stripped my coat off and tossed it aside as people stopped to stare at the confrontation.

"Allez, faites mon jour." I replied. "Go ahead, make my day."

"English bitch," the man spat in accented English." No wonder you talk big. British men don't know how to handle women."

"You haven't handled me yet. Afraid of a woman?" I taunted.

He grabbed for me and I dodged him, stepped inside his reach and then kicked him in the balls as hard as I could and then smashed him across the face as he bent over in pain.

That dropped him to his knees and I finished by kicking him in the head sending him into the filthy water of the gutter to the sound of applause from the stopped pedestrians. I could hear in the distance the sound of the gendarmes' whistle, as someone must have called for the cops.

"Ladies, come with me", I ordered. They followed obediently and the blonde even picked up my coat and handed it to me, glancing down at their former protector lying in the gutter.

"Parlez-vous anglais?" I asked them as we walked along.

"Oui, Maîtresse," the redhead said. "Yes Mistress, I speak some English. My friend speaks very little."

"You will continue to call me Mistress," I instructed. "I do claim you as my property. Do you understand what that means."

"You will protect us Mistress?" she asked tentatively

"I will. And in return you will do as I command."

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed and her friend nodded.

My hotel on the Place Vendôme wasn't overly thrilled about my returning with two obvious street urchins or streetwalkers if you're inclined to view them that way. Most four star hotels aren't when you bring them through the front lobby, but when you have money, you can have anything you like, including hotel managers fired if they piss you off.

I ordered him to deliver two additional beds to the suite as well as a large assortment of sandwiches and drinks to be brought to the room vite.

After we were settled in the room and the food had been delivered, I instructed them both to strip and take a bath.

They obeyed and I took the advantage of their absence to look through their purses to get their names and ages. Monique, the redhead was 18 and her friend Lisle was 17. Their ID cards showed they were from Nice, which made them a couple of Nice girls

(Sorry. Michael, you're a bad influence on me.)

I joined the two girls in the bathroom, where they were scrubbing each other and chattering away. They stopped when they saw me and I indicated they should continue.

They did, at a little lower volume and I let my mind wander as I watched them.

Now that I had them, I was faced with the dilemma of what to do with them.

I know what you're thinking Michael.

(No you don't- editorial me)

There is always an obligation when you pick up a stray anything, be it cat, kitten, puppy or submissive. And it wasn't my place to interfere with their preferred way of making a living that is, if it was preferred.

The two of them climbed out of the tub and started drying each other slowly and deliberately with little glances at me to see if I was watching the show.

I was watching openly and with enjoyment.

When they saw that, Monique smiled and kissed Lisle deeply who moaned in response to her probing tongue.

"If you're going to do that, the large bed in the other room would be a better place," I said lightly.

"Will you join us Mistress?" Monique asked releasing Lisle.

"Perhaps if you amuse me enough I will " I teased.

To my surprise Lisle led the way with Monique in hot pursuit and then both jumped on the big silk covered bed like a couple of misbehaving children and laughed before snuggling together.

I was surprised that in bed Lisle was far more aggressive, even though she stayed quiet. Her underlying power came through as she stroked Monique's breasts and then bit her erect nipples sharply causing Monique to cry out.

"Ne fais pas de mal à ma propriété", I warned. (Trans: Don't damage my property.)

Lisle stopped and looked at me with a sly smile.

"Et que ferez-vous, Maîtresse? Me punir? Je le voudrais," she taunted.

(Trans: And what will you do Mistress? Punish me? I would like that.)

"As-tu agi de cette manière avec ton souteneur? Le défier de te maltraiter?" I said sharply. (Trans: Did you act this way with your pimp? Challenge him to abuse you?")

She bowed her head submissively.

"Non, Maîtresse. Je suis désolé." (Trans: No Mistress. I'm sorry.)

"Ne sois pas désolé. Sois respectueux de ma position. Vous serez payé pour vos services ce soir." (Trans: Do not be sorry. Be respectful of my position. You will be paid for your services tonight.)

"Non, Maîtresse. Je ne veux pas être payée." (Trans: No Mistress. I don't wish to be paid.)

Now that startled me and apparently startled Monique too because she looked at Lisle oddly.

"Il nous battra si nous ne revenons pas avec de l'argent," she said. (Trans: He will beat us if we don't come back with the money)

"Il nous battra tout de même, après ce que c'est produit. La Maîtresse a dit qu'elle nous protégera. Je la crois," Lisle replied looking at me. (Trans: He will beat us anyway after what happened. The Mistress said she would protect us. I believe her.)

"You have a choice," I said. "You may stay the night here and in the morning you may leave with the money. Or you may stay the night here and in the morning I will take you home to Nice and you may still have the money."

"Why?" Monique asked in surprise.

"Do you want to stay with your pimp and have him beat you and force you to make love to people you don't want to?" I asked honestly.

"No, but we can't go home either. Our families disowned us when they found us making love to each other," Monique explained.

"I can fix that I'm sure," I replied.

"You don't know my father," Monique warned.

"You don't know me," I replied. "I am truly a Mistress and I have power, not just over you but others as well."

"Why do you care about us?"

"Is there a reason I shouldn't?" I countered.

"Elle surveille tout," Lisle said. She watches over all.

"I do."

The two girls relaxed back on the bed, and Lisle took Monique in her arms again.

"Nous allons faire l'amour pour vous, Maîtresse, et quand vous desirez, veuillez nous joindre."

She started kissing Monique passionately and nibbling on her neck, which caused Monique to shudder and moan.

"Non, non. Pas devant elle," Monique begged.

"Particulièrement devant elle. Je veux qu'elle me fait ce que je te fais," Lisle replied looking at me eagerly.

"Continue Lisle. Nous allons voir si tu meritras ce privilège," I said sternly ordering her to continue despite Monique's pleading.

Lisle was proving to be very dominant in bed and in many ways braver than her friend. I could see some potential in her, if not for Ay'esha, certainly as a Domme.

Soon the room was scented with female musk and the silk sheets were spotted with sweat and cum. Lisle rolled Monique onto her back and then drove her tongue into her wetness, all the while keeping her own pussy just out of reach of Monique's quivering tongue.

I turned away and picked up my traveling toy bag then pulled out a flogger and tossing it onto the bed before Lisle.

She pulled her head out of Monique's crotch and sat on her face instead and picked up the toy.

"Je la bat au point qu'elle se soumet pour vous, Maîtresse?" she asked.

"Non, juste assez pour l'inciter à vouloir nous servir, toutes les deux," I said stripping off my clothes and standing naked before them.

Lisle took the flogger and started teasing Monique with it and then slashed down on her causing a scream that was muffled only by the force of Lisle's ass on her face.

I stepped forward and took the flogger from her and then slashed it across her back sharply.

"Si tu cases tes jouets, tu ne pourras plus les utiliser. Descends de son visage et mets-toi à genoux devant moi!" I ordered.

She rolled off the bed and onto the floor and sat head down, waiting for whatever would happen next.

"Joignes nous, Monique. Agenouilles devant moi." I commanded.

Monique obeyed as well and I now had the two of then kneeing before me, naked, docile and ready for my use.

"Vous me servirez comme je désire. Vous comprenez? Vous serez punis si vous désobéissez," I commanded.

"Oui, Maîtresse!" they both agreed.

I stepped between them and looked down at my new pets.

"Adorez-moi avec vos langues. Cul et chatte. Maintenant!"

They set to work licking my ass and pussy, eagerly and passionately.

I turned so that both of them would have a chance to lick all of my parts and then I lay down on the bed.

"Plaisez-moi, esclaves. Prouvez-vous dignes de moi." I challenged.

They made love to me for hours Michael and I came again and again. They rubbed their bodies all over mine, soaked in my cum, and licked it off each other as I used the flogger as I desired.

It was sunrise when we finally tired, my two pets pillowing their heads against my breasts and sighing off to sleep.

Yes, I took advantage of them because I was horny Michael. Don't look so surprised.

Anyway when we finally got out of bed that afternoon, I asked them what they had decided to do. To stay in Paris, or to travel with me to Nice and see if I couldn't work something out with their parents.

It was a split decision. Monique didn't want to go back and Lisle did.

"Très bien. Voici ton argent," I told Monique reaching into my purse and pulling out my mad money.

Mind you, you know how mad I get sometimes, so I gave her about five hundred dollars.

She took it and then shifted nervously from foot to foot as if trying to make a decision.

"Tu as decidé de prendre les frais, Monique. Lisle a plus de foi que toi, ainsi elle obtiendra l'avantage de mon argent et de mon aide," I said reminding her that she had chosen money and not loyalty to me as her first priority. "You would sell your soul for a mess of pottage."

She looked at me in confusion, so I repeated myself in French, "Tu vendras ton âme pour une masse de potage."

Her eyes dropped and she let the money fall to the floor in shame.

"Mistress, can you not give her another chance?" Lisle asked in halting careful English.

"You would speak against me?" I challenged. "Tu parleras contre moi?"

"Jamais, Maîtresse, mais je parlerai pour mon ami. Svp, Maîtresse, donnez-lui une autre chance. Vous pouvez faire ce que vous voulez avec moi," she pleaded.

"I can do anything I want with you anyway. I own you, do not forget that," I said harshly. "But you are new to my service so I will forgive your insolence."

"Je vous prie, Maîtresse, de me pardonner," she said kneeling before me.

"You will beg for more than my pardon if you ever do that again," I warned going into full Domina mode. "Tu vas prier pour plus que mon pardon si jamais tu refais cela."

Monique brought me the flogger and knelt before me.

"Veuillez me punir Maîtresse, mais laissez-moi rester avec vous et Lisle," she pleaded.

I took the flogger and pushed her head down, placing my foot on her head to hold it. I looked at Lisle who was keeping her eyes down and then ordered her to look at me.

She gazed into my eyes with concern but without fear. I could feel her, as I do you Michael. I saw in those clear brown eyes the sort of trust you have in me.

"Tu va punir Monique et alors je considérerai ta demande," I said presenting the flogger to her.

She took it and looked at Monique.

"Je fais ceci pour notre bien, mon amour. Je te veux avec moi et la Maîtresse peut rendre cela possible."

She raised the flogger to begin and I stopped her.

"Tu as prouvé ton amour pour elle. Je la pardonnerai," I said. She had proven her love for Monique. In many ways I suppose she does have your attitudes thinking back on it Michael.

The Mistress smiled at me and said, "I remember your willingness to suffer for me and your love. I was proud of you at that moment, even as I knew you were wrong for doing it."

I just sat there and blushed.

"Anyway, back to the story," she said pouring another cup of tea.

I ordered the two of them to get a bath started and while the tub filled, I wrote the postcard I sent you and then joined them. You would have liked watching all three of us scrub each other, and being in France, we took advantage of the bidet when we got out to make sure we were totally clean inside and out.

The next step was dressing, a late breakfast and then shopping for something for the girls to wear other than those dreadful skirts and blouses. I settled on the H&M store on Rue de Rivoli, as they would have a good selection of clothes of quality, but not at an excessive cost.

The girls had a good time shopping and were actually mostly practical in their selections with the exception of their underwear. They chose mostly hot and sexy undies while I watched indulgently.

Girls will be girls. And sometimes boys will be girls too.

After we finished shopping and a quick stop for coffee and croissants, we flagged down a taxi for the ride to the Gare de Lyon Station for the trip to Nice.

It's seldom I use anything other than public transportation in France by the way because driving in Paris is hideous even with my skills and their public transportation system works.

I booked us first class accommodations on the TGV as far as Marseille and then we had to change to a local train for the rest of the trip, about six hours travel time in all which would get us to Nice about 10:30 that evening.

I made sure to keep an eye on Monique as I was still concerned about her bolting and I took Lisle aside and warned her of the consequences to her if it happened.

"Je comprends, Maîtresse. Je ne la laisserai pas partir. Pouvez vous m'emprunter la courroie de votre sac à main?" she asked.

I detached the purse strap without question and handed it to her.

She deftly looped it into a tether and placed it around Monique's wrist and secured it.

"N'objectes pas, mon amour. Je sais que tu l'aimes," Lisle said with an evil smile as Monique frowned.

I covered my own smile with a hand. I was picturing the scene of escorting the two of them onto the train leashed and collared. Then it occurred to me that I didn't need to picture it, I just needed to do it.

Giving Lisle strict instructions to stay where she was with Monique, I ducked out of the station and flagged down a taxi.

"Portez-moi à l'approvisionnement d'animaux domestiques le plus proche, rapidement." I ordered.

"Oui, mademoiselle," the driver said and pulled off into traffic.

It didn't take very long to get to a shop and select what I wanted; A pair of jeweled collars and long leashes.

When I got back to the station the girls had obeyed me perfectly, but the lead on Monique's wrist was apparently attracting attention of some of the passing men as I found a young one loitering close to them trying to chat.

"Beat it kid," I said "Fous le camp, petit."

"Qui êtes-vous?" he replied startled at my attitude.

"Je suis leur Maîtresse et je te dis de foutre le camp avant que t'es foutu," which roughly translated is "I'm their Mistress and I'm telling you to beat it before it gets beaten for you."

He took the hint and left but not without a dirty look at me.

I opened the bag and ordered the two girls to kneel before me and showed them their new gifts.

Lisle held her head up proudly as I placed the collar around her neck, oblivious to the stares of the people passing through the station and Monique took her actions as an example and followed suit.

I clipped the leashes on, removed the bonds from Monique, and ordered them to rise as our train was called for boarding, then led them behind me as they carried the bags, daring anyone to approach us or question me.

We were traveling first class so we didn't have to go to the dining car to get dinner and once the train was in motion I removed the leashes.

The stewardess didn't comment on the collars and the trip was fast and smooth at more than 150 miles an hour in spots, like an airplane at ground level.

The girls, I gathered from talking to them, had hitchhiked from Nice to begin with so there were going back in style by comparison.

We arrived in Nice a little earlier than expected and disembarked from the train.

"Maîtresse devons-nous aller chez ma famille?" Monique asked as we walked from the station.

"Je pense que tu devrais au moins me laisser parler à ta famille. S'ils ne vous pardonneront pas, peut-être que nous parlerons à la famille de Lisle," I said comfortingly, assuring her that I had a plan but we at least had to try and talk to her family first.

"Peut-être ma tante nous laissera rester avec elle," Lisle suggested.

That begged the question of why they hadn't gone to her aunt in the first place, but the impression I had was this was a quick and ill planned affair.

It had to have been, otherwise I wouldn't have found them with a pimp to start with.

"Nous allons essayer la famille de Monique, d'abord," I said. We will try Monique's family first.

I let Lisle give the directions to the cab driver and we sat back for the ride, with Monique nervously combing her hair with her fingers.

"Maîtresse, j'ai vraiment peur pour vous. Mon père était furieux quand il a trouvé Lisle et moi ensemble. Il a dit qu'il preferrait me voir mort que de me laisser retourner. Voici pourquoi je suis partie," she said fighting tears back.

Despite her claims that her father wished her dead, I was determined to speak to him.

I have a way with fathers.

The cab pulled to a halt in front of a white painted house set back from the street a short distance away from the beach. I instructed the driver to wait and then walked to the old oaken front door and knocked.

A light came on and then a gruff voice asked who was there.

"Qui est la?"

"Je viens au sujet de Monique et de son amie. Puis-je vous parler, svp?" I called back.

The door swung open and I faced Monique's father who was dressed in a nightshirt and old fashioned sleeping cap, his eyes bloodshot and his breath smelling of gin.

"Elle n'est pas ici. Qu'est que vous veulez avec elle?" he asked.

"She is waiting in a taxi and I want to return her to her home," I said in English.

"Where did you find her? Selling her body like the pig she is?' he growled back in English.

"Actually yes," I replied.

"Then you can keep her for yourself. She was a stone in her mother's heart, God rest her soul, and a trial for me. I'm a decent man, a good church going man. To have a daughter who is a sex pervert is an insult to how she was raised," he said.

"Your daughter is still young and still learning about what she wants. To condemn her for this is not the act of an honorable man," I said calmly.

"You picked her up on the street, so you are no better than she is. Now, get away from here," he said and closed the door.

I didn't take that for an answer. I pounded on it again as loud as I could.

He opened it and swore at me.

"If you don't go away I will call the police and have you arrested!"

"Go ahead. And when I've paid my bail, I will be back. I will speak to your priest about this affair and make sure that he knows what kind of father you are," I countered.

"If you are trying to blackmail me, you are wasting your time. I have nothing to give you and nothing to hide as God is my witness," he said crossing himself.

"And as the Goddess is mine, you will regret the day you threw your only child into the streets, the last part of your wife's love for you. I pity you. I only hope in time that Monique learns to pity you as well, instead of fearing and hating you," I said and turned away from him.

I didn't look back Michael, I just walked back to the taxi and got in. Monique could tell from the expression on my face that I had failed to sway her father and Lisle took her hand and held it tightly.

"Nous avons toujours l'un et l'autre. Nous pourrons faire notre propre vie ensemble, si nous devons," she murmured to Monique.

I had no doubt that Lisle could make a life together with Monique, but I still wanted to try Lisle's aunt and directed her to have the driver take us there.

It was a long ride into the countryside away from the main city and into the farms surrounding it and after midnight when we pulled into a gravel driveway of a stone farmhouse where a single light shone in the window.

Monique and I waited by the taxi with the bags as Lisle knocked on the door, which opened without hesitation to show an elderly woman with white hair dressed in a robe behind it.

She grabbed Lisle and hugged her and chattered away in French and gesturing for us to come inside.

She ushered us into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from a cabinet and passed out glasses that she filled.

"Grace a Dieu, l'agneau perdu est de retour," she toasted. Thank God for the return of the lost lamb.

She turned to me and asked where I had found the two of them.

I introduced myself in English and then explained what had happened discreetly in deference to her age, and explained that Monique's father had disowned her.

"The two of you are in love?" the old woman asked in English herself.

"Oui, tante," Lisle said looking at Monique.

"Then you may be in love here until you are eighteen. Monique may stay here, but you need to go home. I will take you there myself tomorrow and explain to your mother. When you are eighteen, you may both live here and help me with the farm."

I was surprised by the old woman's acceptance of the situation and she saw the reaction in my eyes.

"Are you surprised that an old woman can accept a different kind of love? You are young yourself, but you also know of different kinds of love. I know of your kind Maîtresse, I have seen the ones that wear the collars with pride. You accept them and care for them. I will care for them now." she said.

I stood up and the girls hugged me.

"Soignez-vous bien et prenez garde de l'un et l'autre. Ne m'oubliez pas." I warned.

"Jamais, Maîtresse," Lisle whispered.

"Never, Mistress," Monique agreed.

I gave them both a quick kiss and left the old farmhouse with a sense of a mission being accomplished.

And that's what the message on the post card was all about Michael.

I poured the last dregs of the teapot in my cup and raised it in salute.

"As you said Vive la Ay'esha," I agreed." Did you keep track of them?"

"Yes I did actually. They set up housekeeping together and helped Lisle's aunt until about two years ago when she died. Now they are still living there, but work for an interesting little company called La société de l'Aphrodite anonyme in Nice."

"How interesting?" I asked suspiciously.

"I'm not saying anything else Michael. Except possibly Vive la Compagnie. Good night."

Chapter 32 Sections 1 to 6
Pass Me By
Vive la Compagnie
Bubbles in the Wine
Merry Birthday To You
Japanese Banana
I'm Not a Very Good Damsel in a Dress Am I