Chapter 2: We Want to Help...

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"Well, I need you to hear what my price is," I interrupt. "If you're willing to indulge me. It's a little... out there."

Naomi and Keilah exchange a nervous glance, their earlier elation tempered by wariness at the mention of a price. Naomi takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as if steeling herself for whatever I might propose. When she speaks, her voice is measured but tinged with trepidation.

"Of course, Mr. Apostasia," Naomi says. "We... we understand that nothing comes without a cost. Whatever you're asking, we're prepared to listen. Just please... be clear about what you expect in return for your help."

Keilah nods mutely beside her, her eyes wide and anxious as she awaits my response. Despite their apprehension, both women lean in slightly, hanging on my every word.

"I have unusual tastes," I say, my voice dropping. "I... when you have the ability to do the things I'm able to do—to control my environment so completely with the power I have—sometimes I like to... surrender. To give that power to people who can be discreet. Can you two be discreet? If the situation calls for it?"

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A heavy silence falls as Naomi and Keilah process my cryptic words. Naomi's brow furrows, confusion and unease playing across her beautiful features. She opens her mouth as if to question further, then closes it again, choosing instead to study me intently.

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"Discreet, you say?" Naomi asks, her tone carefully neutral despite the undercurrent of tension. "In what way exactly, Mr. Apostasia? Because if you're implying what I think you might be... that's a serious request. One that would require a great deal of trust on both sides."

Keilah fidgets nervously beside her, her gaze darting between me and Naomi. When she finds her voice, it's soft but steady.

"We... we want to help, truly," Keilah says.

"I like to be dominated," I confess. "By a caring, compassionate woman—or women. I like to be spanked, flogged, and humiliated gently in front of a mirror. I like to be feminized and cross-dressed. I like to be tied with silk scarves. I don't mind having my bottom played with..."

I pause, gathering courage for the full confession.

"I am in need of two discreet women who can help me with this," I continue. "I get rid of your problem, and you help me with mine. What do you think?"

Naomi's eyes widen in shock at my confession, a faint blush coloring her cheeks despite the gravity of the situation. She glances at Keilah, seeing her own surprise and hesitation reflected back. After a long moment, Naomi takes a deep breath, seeming to come to a decision.

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"Mr. Apostasia, I... we appreciate your honesty," Naomi says, her voice low and measured. "This is certainly not what we expected, but... if what you're offering is true—if you can truly make our problems disappear—then perhaps we can come to some arrangement."

Keilah remains silent, her gaze fixed on the ground as she processes this unexpected development. Her slender fingers twist anxiously in the fabric of her shirt.

"Very good," I say. "It will be a relief to give up control for a bit. Shall I schedule an audition? Perhaps tonight at 9 PM? You two, come together? Dress in a way that sets the scene for your control over me, my submission to you. Please be caring and compassionate, gentle in your dominance of me, even as you do... uncomfortable things to me. And if you get the job, I take care of your problem. Your commitment would be a weekly appointment—the two of you together—to take care of my needs. Do we have a deal?"

Naomi and Keilah share a long, meaningful look, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, Naomi nods almost imperceptibly, turning back to face me with a newfound determination in her eyes.

"Alright, Mr. Apostasia," Naomi says, her voice soft but firm. "We accept your terms. Tonight at 9 PM, we'll be here, ready to take care of your needs as you've described."

A faint smile touches her lips, equal parts nervous and intrigued.

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"We promise to be gentle, to treat you with the care and compassion you deserve," Naomi continues, "even as we explore this dynamic you've proposed."

Keilah finds her voice, adding quietly, "We'll dress appropriately for the occasion—something that whispers gentle dominance. Something that conveys our new roles, our commitment to your pleasure and well-being."

"Thank you, Naomi... Keilah," I say, my voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Consider your problem gone. Disappeared. You'll never see him again. And nobody else will either."

The women leave, and the day drags on interminably. Nine o'clock feels like it will never arrive.

I'm in my large bedroom suite by the time the appointed hour approaches, dressed in a crisp button-down shirt and well-tailored pants. When Naomi and Keilah are announced, my pulse quickens. They enter with measured steps, both wearing long trench coat-style jackets that conceal whatever lies beneath, each carrying a substantial duffel bag.

Both women smile at me—nervous, but warm. I return their smiles, feeling my own anticipation rise to meet theirs.

"Naomi, Keilah," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "Welcome. I'm at your mercy and pleasure until you feel you've accomplished everything you want during this audition."

Naomi and Keilah enter further into the lavish space, their heels clicking softly against the polished floor. They stand before me, their faces flushed with nervous excitement, their eyes bright with anticipation. Naomi takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before she steps forward.

"Good evening, Eros," she says, her melodious voice filling the room with warmth and playfulness. "We're here, ready to begin our audition."

She lets the last word linger, imbuing it with unspoken promise.

Keilah nods eagerly, her hands fidgeting with the belt of her coat. "Yes, we wanted to set the mood properly. May we reveal our attire? We've chosen something special for the occasion."

My heart hammers in my chest. I nod.

With deliberate slowness, Naomi and Keilah begin to remove their coats, letting the fabric slip from their shoulders and pool at their feet. What they reveal takes my breath away.

To be continued in chapter 3...