Solstice on the Mountain

Mike promised I’d have fun at the party. No one says no to me.

Amity Harris

Solstice – Wild Femdom Fun on the Mountain

Solstice on the Mountain – Domme Chess, Master Pull and The Hunt – Prologue

WHEN THE SOLSTICE party started, the highland overflowed with more people than had ever invaded Mike’s mountain at the same time. When it was over, thirty of his Old Leather brothers and two dozen women he invited were so exhausted from celebrating they looked relieved to board the bikes, SUVs, limos and one luxury bus bound for highways and the airport to make their ways home.

Mike’s pack of kept boys, along with the owned men some of the guests shipped there weeks before to work on the arrangements, were beyond drained. They toiled nonstop for weeks building facilities, being the entertainment and competing in the Solstice contests. Mike bought a half dozen at a leftovers sale to tend to the women’s needs, from their hair down to polishing their stiletto boots. The skilled men the guests loaned Mike built new buildings, cleaned the existing ones and cooked and served every meal, even delivering take-out orders to the guests’ cottages. Then there was the huge closing banquet Mike threw as the finale of the Solstice celebration.

The men the guests sent to work on the mountain were sore from their shoulders to their toes. And every part between. Mike’s own kept boys and the loaners were used during every waking moment of the three-day Solstice festivities. They didn’t get much sleep, either.

They were ordered to obey the instructions anyone and everyone gave them. Or else. For Mike’s boys, or else meant facing Mike’s anger. At 6’6” and 240 pounds of mostly solid muscle, none dared disobey. Except for two who balked at an order the first day. Mike strung them up for hours and everyone who passed by the pair hanging near the main building was invited to choose a whip, paddle or cane to remind them of that rule.

When Mike dropped them on the ground and sent them to the kitchen on their hands and knees to peel vegetables, that’s exactly what they did. Needless to say, there was no more misbehavior.

It took Mike’s crew six weeks to build and decorate the women’s cottages with the amenities women expected. Mike had a checklist of the conveniences they required and looked it over twice every day to see if the loaner boy in charge of the setup was making sufficient progress. That boy, borrowed from a good friend, was perfect for the job. He was ex-military and had overseen the build and equipment deployment for the three-day auction at Mike’s friend’s estate. Her boy called it deployment. Old habits like military-speak die hard.

Then there was Mike. His mountain. Three days of celebrations to deploy.

Everyone called him Big Mike, mostly due to his size, but there was one guest who didn’t see him that way. For years, they were Big Mike and Ms. Amity until the night he found himself on his knees begging her to whip him. It wasn’t something he planned, even though he’d thought about it — even dreamed about it — for a long time. His dilemma was that he was Big Mike and Big Mike didn’t kneel for anyone. His kept boys got on his knees for Big Mike.

When she finished whipping him that night and Mike trudged back to his office, their relationship changed. It wasn’t just better; it grew into a lot more than that. It was as if she owned a piece of him that he gave her willingly because he trusted her with that piece of himself. He’d never admit what she did and how much he needed it to his brothers. They wouldn’t understand his feelings of guilt.

Solstice celebrates the birth of the sun. Mike’s Solstice celebration began as an excuse to get everyone together ostensibly to welcome the end of spring and the beginning of summer. But it was really to introduce his sister, Karly, to his friends. All of them. Karly had mostly recovered from a decade suffering a kind of catatonia. She was the secret he kept from everyone for all those years, except for three trusted friends.

Now it was time for everyone to meet Karly and her pet dog, Zion. Mike bought the dog after Annalise and Maeve trained it at Summer Camp. Even though Mike was reluctant about building Summer Camp on his mountain, it turned out to be one of Amity’s better ideas. A second was giving Karly the job as Summer Camp’s videographer. Amity thought Karly deserved to live the life that was due her after a bastard drug dealer beat her ferociously when Mike’s addicted mother reneged on a deal. Mike called those times ‘the troubles’ and with Karly finally recovering, he could put them his bike’s rear view mirror once and for all.

That was the real reason for the Solstice festival; to celebrate Big Mike’s freedom from years of guilt over his sister’s ordeal.

There was no way to regale that many people on the mountain without having plenty for them to do. They were powerful people, the Dommes as well as his brothers, so the entertainment had to meet or exceed their expectations and celebrate their lifestyles at the same time.

To do that, Mike needed more than the 20-ish boys he kept in the dorm. He tried to put it all on paper, then as Amity suggested, on a spreadsheet. That way he’d know the where, who and what he needed for each event.

Then there was food. Feeding his brothers was easy. A slab of red meat did the job. But that wouldn’t do for two dozen women who often disdain beef. He needed choices, a menu that satisfied what he called their peculiar tastes. Mike needed a chef who could create meals they wouldn’t just eat, but ones they’d enjoy.

Mike dropped his head in his hands on his desk and stared at the boy he borrowed who was drawing arrows on a monitor to simulate how people would move from one event to another. Maybe that boy, Amity’s boy, could help. She said he’d moved battalions across continents. He’d had to have fed the troops, too, but what would he know about menus for women like the ones who’d be descending on his mountain? All this boy probably knew was how to keep his ass empty. He remembered when Amity cleaned him out in front of everyone with a damned turkey baster and salt water.

Mike had no one else to turn to. The naked boy wearing only a gold cock cage and boots was all he had.

“Boy, how in hell does your owner feed those women stuff they’ll eat without complaining?”

Gage stopped drawing arrows on the monitor and turned on his knees toward Big Mike.

“If you permit me,” Gage said, “I can get their food preferences and the head chef’s notes.”

“You do that, boy. Right now.”

Gage started typing and 30 minutes later, Mike had a printout of everything he needed except for one important thing. He didn’t have a chef who knew what to do with the information the boy handed him.

“Mr. Mike, would you like me to ask Ms. Amity if her chef is available for your event?”

For the first time in what felt like weeks, Mike smiled. This man was gold. Maybe he could buy him and make him his office boy. He wondered how he’d do if he passed him around to his brothers. He certainly was a good-looking piece of flesh. Heck, all Amity’s property looked like him. Big muscles, thin waists and the right attitudes.

Mike shook his head. He knew the boy was one of her exclusives and she didn’t sell them to anyone. But one thing was for damned sure. He’d use the boy for the next few weeks until he dropped from exhaustion. Or from what his brothers would do to him during the weeks he belonged to Mike. He knew he had to be careful not to upset the boy’s owner, especially after what she did to him with her whip last time she was on his mountain. It took weeks for the welts to heal on his back, legs and ass. He’d never felt anything like that red-handled whip before and all he could think about these long months was how much he wanted to feel it again. It made no sense. But neither did the gnawing need in his gut to have her — only her — do that to him again. It was chewing him to pieces.