34 comments/ 159618 views/ 173 favorites The Novelist By: Nicequip Author's note: This story contains themes of incest and BDSM. All characters in this series are fictional. Any relation to actual people is purely coincidental. Please comment and vote. I want to thank everyone for the amazing feedback so far. It's made writing this series a lot of fun for me. Also, I want to thank the amazing people at Literotica for allowing me an outlet for my amateur writing. Enjoy! ****** The alarm clock blared on the deep mahogany nightstand. Tom Bolden reached up a weary arm and turned it off with a clumsy motion. It was 7am and the morning daylight was already sneaking in around the blinds. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, adjusted to consciousness, and then, in a swift movement hopped off the bed trudging toward the bathroom. Tom twisted the handles on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. He stood in front of the large framed mirror and stared at himself contemplatively. Not bad, he thought to himself. Tom was thirty years old, and while not a sculpted model, he looked pretty good. His short brown hair was matted down from a restful sleep. He cupped his hands under the faucet, bent down and brought up a handful of cool water splashing his face. He stood up again taking a second look at himself and then flashed that wry smile of his, as if he liked what he saw. He slipped into the shower and doused himself under the stream of water and began lathering himself up. "I'm going to hammer out another few pages before lunch." He muttered to himself. It was a reasonable goal. Tom had published a few books, and the recent one had finally earned him a sizable sum. Tom loved his life. He had never intended on being a writer. It just happened. He had been futzing around with the idea of writing an opus after college, and instead wrote what turned out to be a sexual thriller. He always thought it was amateurish bordering on erotica, and never intended on pursuing it. It wasn't until a friend of his submitted it to the literary agency where she worked using a pseudonym, instead of his real name, that Tom fell haphazardly into his new career. He often chuckled thinking about the overly slick agent hailing him as "fresh, dangerous and terminally talented". What did that even mean? He learned not to ask too many questions after it sold in a six figure deal. He kept all his work under his pseudonym and few people knew any details of his career. After a relaxing twenty minute shower, Tom dried himself off and stepped into the large walk-in closet. He had good taste in clothing, but he preferred comfort most of the time. He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, slipped into a loose fitting pair of jeans and grabbed his vintage Stones t-shirt. These were his "work clothes" when he planned on hammering out some pages. He checked himself out one more time in the mirror, and then headed down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. This new book had been giving him some real problems. After the success of his first few books, Tom felt the uncomfortable looming pressure of needing to meet the expectations of his publisher. In an effort to stay 'edgy' Tom had also stumbled down an entirely separate path in life. It was a few years back when he was researching his second book that he happened into the world of bondage and submission. Initially he told himself that it was only for the book, but he soon found himself returning to dark recesses of the city where these fantasies were lived out. He met repeatedly with the professional Dominants, and asked them endless questions. He sat in on training sessions, and learned the ins and outs of the lifestyle. The book was a resounding success. He remembered the reviews. "Dark. Sexual. Brilliant" "... intoxicating journey into the taboo world that will leave you wanting..." "...his second novel has proven him a powerhouse making the reader confront their most base desires..." Blah. Blah. Blah. Tom always thought that book reviews were horseshit. Who were these people anyway? The only thing that Tom knew was that once the book was completed he missed the world of dominance and submission. His biggest problem was the very nature of the lifestyle. He wanted to discover it for himself, but there seemed no easy way in. Did one just have to jump in with both feet? Did one just proposition a woman? Was there no way for him to just dip in a toe and test the water? It seemed so unattainable. How was it, he wondered, that women entered into the lifestyle? Surely there must be women out there that wanted to explore their submissive nature that were too timid. Tom pressed the button on the top of his Jura coffee maker. He had afforded himself a very nice home with the money from his second novel. It was by no means ostentatious, but it was expansive and tasteful on a generously sized piece of property nestled at the base Hollywood Hills. He took the pleasure of having it completely updated and wired to accommodate his technological obsession. His coffee maker, though, was perhaps his most prized possession -- the source of his motivation during periods of writers block. Tom sipped his coffee and flipped through the news headlines on his iPad. This is how he started most days. He had an ease about him despite his obsessive tendencies. He was one of those rare people that seemed to fall into success quite by accident in almost anything he tried to do. It was, in fact, almost by accident, or at least with little effort, that he fell into the second obsession of his life outside writing. Tom had decided that, with the windfall of success from his second novel, his third novel would be a prequel. That's how he had sold it to his agent and publisher. The truth, of course, was that he needed a reason to delve back into the world of bondage, dominance and submission. So, it was a little over two years ago that he found himself meeting again with self-proclaimed BDSM Dominants, Masters and Owners -- however they chose to refer to themselves. He asked as many questions as he could. He wanted to know every nuance of how it worked. Tom sat quietly in the corner of one dingy room, and watched an attractive brunette submit herself to punishment. He was mesmerized by her strength. This, Tom finally realized, was the source of his excitement. It's not that she was obedient; it was her willingness to be obedient. He had cocked his head slightly as her owner rained down relentless blows with his paddle. She took each one with grace despite the obvious pain it must have caused her. Tom could feel his cock hardening. He had locked eyes with this woman as she took the punishment. Her face was a mix of pain and pleasure. Her glare never wavered. It was, he thought, as if she looked into his very soul. He was haunted by her face for the next week. He had dreamt of her. He had daydreamed about her. At this point he had seen a variety of these interactions. He kept missing a certain perspective. It was in that shared look with the brunette that he soon realized his mistake. He had been learning from the men when he needed to understand the women. He found himself voraciously reading every book he could find on the subject. He opened himself up to the lifestyle, and discovered that there was an etiquette to the whole arrangement. It was, he imagined, as if the Dominant and his submissive were engaged in a complicated dance -- a ballet of emotions. He found every aspect to be so rich with meaning -- kneeling, posing, performing. He craved the excitement it stirred inside him. He wanted to be a teacher unlocking the potential of his pupil. He wondered how many misguided men there were with a false impression of the nature of being Dominant. He wondered how many women there were that must secretly have the desire to submit. He felt somewhere deep inside him that he had discovered the deeper meaning. He was sure that he connected with it in a way that even the people that made the lifestyle their profession didn't fully understand. Tom was only twenty eight at the time. His success had allowed him plenty of flings with attractive women. He was by no means a slouch in bed. He had just never been able to sustain a long term relationship. Lately he found himself sexually charged all the time. He had taken to masturbating a few times a day. It had become a distraction, but a distraction he most definitely enjoyed. It was one afternoon while he was stroking his powerful erection that he decided to put out an ad online. It was for research purposes of course, although he even had trouble convincing himself that this was true anymore. If he could understand the female perspective then maybe he could discover the emotional hook to bring his character a dynamic and realistic arc. He kept it simple. It read as follows: Successful novelist researching next book, would like to meet with women involved in or interested in sexually submissive relationships or BDSM. This is a purely research oriented, anonymous interview. Willing to compensate for your time. He had quickly realized his mistake in offering compensation. He was flooded with e-mails from women willing to say whatever was necessary for a quick buck. He had spent a few days filtering through the multitude of responses. He had been dealing with an almost perpetual hard-on while his obsession grew. With some simple back and forth correspondence, he had narrowed himself down to about twenty five people who seemed to be genuinely intrigued by the lifestyle. The guest house in the back yard was where Tom did all his writing. It gave him the notion of going to work every day, so he kept it purely for this purpose. The second floor had been converted into a loft with built-in dark maple bookshelves and a commanding desk. It was complete with plush leather chairs and end tables that created a very mature, professional, if not slightly bookish environment. There were large windows on two of the walls that bathed the area with natural light and offered a beautiful view of the lush foliage outside. The upper floor looked down on the lower one. It meant that almost half of the guest house had a vaulted ceiling. It felt open and airy, and Tom liked the sensation of the open space. The lower level was meant to be a living room of sorts, but he had rarely spent any time there. If he wasn't working he preferred the comforts of the main house. It was in the lower level that he decided to host the interviews with the women he met through his ad. He set them up over the course of the week. The routine remained the same. He welcomed each one at the front door, gave them a quick tour of the house to be courteous, and then took them out to the guest house to show them his office, eventually beginning the conversation in the lower level. By the time they were seated, the initial awkwardness and nerves had settled, and the legitimacy of his writing as the nature of the meeting had been established. Tom prided himself on his preparation. He had put together a list of questions and topics to broach over the course of the interview. Throughout the week he asked numerous women what they knew about the lifestyle, what they thought about it, what turned them on or turned them off. He asked for their opinions on spanking, paddling, kneeling, collaring, the emotional ballet, and on and on. He had come to multiple conclusions. For one, most of these women were unaware of the true nature of lifestyle. Secondly, there seemed to be a genuine intrigue as if living out this type of arrangement was a secret fantasy that they kept in the recesses of their minds. The most interesting conclusion he reached was the rapt attention they gave him when he explained his own views. Tom could never see that his sudden obsession had become a passion, and that his passion made him speak of submission as the most erotic and intimate expression of lust and love. He finally had a chance to voice his opinions out loud and the resulting flow of words sounded more like an ode to all things sexual. Tom hadn't even been aware of the affect he was having on them. The resulting comments were all quite similar. "The way you describe it is so sexy" or "My God, it makes me wet to hear you describe it" or "Why has no one ever explained it like this before". It turned him on to hear these things and he did his best to conceal the erection he got while talking to them. He kept convincing himself that this was professional; that they were just being honest. Their comments were about the submission, not about him. The information he gathered was invaluable. A man can never truly write a female character with the depth and complexity it deserved. He had always struggled with this issue in his writing. Despite being assuaged by his publisher and reviewers, he never believed the women in his books were complete. Now though, he felt as if he had moved one step closer. He had met nineteen of the twenty five women he had chosen. A few of them had dabbled in BDSM. Some of them had encounters with men that thought they were Dominants, but ultimately were misguided assholes. Many of the women just fantasized about it. It was an endless wealth of information for Tom, and he absorbed every bit of it. It was the twentieth woman that shattered his perception that this was still about research at all. She simply listened to him go on and on about lifestyle and what it meant according to things he had read and seen. His passion clearly evident in every word he uttered. She could tell that, although he had been a perfect gentleman, there was a clear outline of a massive erection in his pants. His words were like vibrations through her core. She wished he would just stop talking. Her panties had soaked through already. When she could not hold back any longer she inched forward on her seat, slowly slipped onto her knees, and looked up at him out of unsure eyes and asked, "Would you train me? I mean you know so much... and... I... would you?" Tom took in her form. It wasn't even a question as much as a plea. She had surrendered herself to him. She had only given him her first name, Alexis, and he guessed she was in her early thirties. She knelt expectantly in front of him. Her white blouse held in an impressive bust, and was tucked neatly into a smart black skirt that fell below her knees. Her blonde hair was perfectly situated framing her soft features. He was speechless, although he shouldn't have been. Somewhere deep inside he knew that he fantasized about having a submissive of his own. It was the source of the passion that flowed through his words. He had been so consumed with his research that he hadn't been with a woman in almost two months. Seeing her kneel stirred something inside him. His erection pulsated against the length of his inner thigh. He couldn't form the words that he wanted. His confident voice had been silenced by her prone posture. He reached down, undid the buttons on his jeans, grabbed his erection and pulled it out letting it tower aimlessly in the air. With an audible gasp she crawled forward and took it in her small hands. They both knew that his actions were an invitation, and in return, her action was an acceptance. Tom had always been well endowed at just over ten inches with a thickness that she couldn't wrap her fingers around. He sat back with lustful eyes and watched the slim blonde devour him to completion. Upon accepting her offer to submit to training, Tom's life had officially taken a life changing turn. His fantasies became a reality, and with the help of Alexis he found his own niche in the world of dominance and submission. He fumbled at first, but Tom learned quickly, and he honed the skills to do right by the women in his life. Alexis knew that his passion meant she could never have him to herself, and she accepted only what he was willing to give. For her, though, she gave back ceaselessly and unconditionally. For the first time in her life she felt complete with a man. His third book was a resounding success. With his new muse, he seemed to have an endless supply of creativity surging up through his fingers and pounding away at his keyboard. With the help of Alexis, he established himself as commanding Dominant well versed in the lifestyle. His reputation was whispered discreetly in the beauty parlors and day spas. People knew of him, but not how to contact him. Tom's need for secrecy and modesty inadvertently made him a person that was met through reference only. He felt empowered by it, and he didn't discriminate on age or race. All women were entitled to explore their sexuality and he wasn't going to be a barrier to that self-discovery. Tom Bolden, whether it was by chance or design, had attained an impressive life. Now, over two years later, he stood in his kitchen sipping at his fresh brewed coffee, reading the days headlines and preparing to knock out a few pages before the afternoon. Alexis had already gone back to straighten up the guesthouse which had become his work area for both his novels and his submissive training. It was easy to understand the source of his wry smile and the confidence of his gait. He had a modicum of wealth, women and success. He thought to himself, as he walked out to enjoy the warm morning breeze on the sunlit patio, that there was nothing that could stop him now. He was content. ******** It was then that he heard the doorbell. Strange, he thought. He hadn't arranged any appointments this morning. He passed back through the kitchen toward the foyer, and opened the front door. Standing before him was perhaps the one thing that could stop him, or at least complicate everything. "My baby boy! You don't call. You don't check your messages. As far as you're concerned your mother doesn't even exist." She blathered pushing in through the door with multiple suitcases in tow. "You know I've been trying to get in touch with you for a week. A week! What do I have to do to get a return call?" "Shit, mom, what are you doing here? You shouldn't show up unannounced." "Unannounced?!" She bellowed back in a maelstrom of motions and words. "Maybe you should check your messages once in a while." She huffed and dropped her bags in a pile in the foyer. Tom knew she was right. He often went long stretches with his phone disconnected so he could work. He couldn't remember the last time he had checked his messages, and Alexis handled almost all his appointments. "Is dad with you?" he asked desperately trying to wrap his head around this sudden intrusion. He stared quizzically as her eyes glazed over and her chipper composure cracked. The tears welled and she fell in to his arms sobbing. "Mom? Mom, what happened?" She sniffled and tried to compose herself. Clearing her throat she managed to squeak it out in a low whisper. "He left me." She began to sob uncontrollably. "He left you? When?" Tom asked, feeling bad for not having returned her calls. He wrapped his strong arms around her pulling her into a tight embrace. It was strange for him to be offering security to the woman that provided it to him for his entire life. He'd never seen her look so vulnerable and shaken. "Six days ago... for..." She sniffled "... for some whore masseuse... I... I mean how cliché is that... a... fu-fucking masseuse!" There was ire in her voice. Under the devastation was a layer of disgust and anger that had yet to surface. "Oh shit." Tom was shocked. He surely had not seen this coming. His parents always seemed happy. This was equally difficult for him to digest, but she needed him right now so he composed himself and took command. "Come on, mom, let's get you something to drink and some tissues." He said guiding her toward the living room. Tom loved his parents dearly. He was always an independent kid. He had moved out at eighteen to go to college, and stayed in Los Angeles to pursue his career. His parents knew the basics. Tom was a writer. He never specified what he wrote. If nothing else, Tom Bolden had never been a boastful man a day in his life. He didn't need recognition or congratulations, and he knew that as long as he was happy and self-sufficient his parents would be pleased. The Novelist and the Military Maneu She sat, one knee curled comfortably to her chest, her left arm hugging it close, a book propped inches from her face. The book was opened so close to her face, her expression so intent on the plot of the unreadable cracked paper back, he wondered if she needed glasses to read. Distracted from the flurry of shoppers and her book, by a curl springing free of its tucked position behind her ear, she looked up. Her dark lashes flashed, blinking against her green eyes as she turned a page and caught the directness of his stare. The blue eyes perused her slowly, and she pursed her lips, returning his gaze. She looked down, long enough to tab the yellowed page, and finish the sentence. She knew he'd wait. Her lips curled into a smile, "Hi Stranger. You look thirsty. Water?" She gestured to the untouched ice filled glass in front of her and he flushed because her stare caught him looking at the gap between her thighs and her skirt, as her fingers reached into the cup and pulled out an ice cube, pushing the glass and water pitcher towards him. "Thanks." His voice cleared his throat, then quavered as the stolen ice cube found its way down her neck and slowly across her collar bone. The ice, slick with the heat of the un-air conditioned mall, dropped out of her hand and down her shirt as water pooled then dripped at the base of her throat. She squeaked and jumped up, hopping around until either the ice melted, or she stopped caring. He burst into laughter and the tension broke around them as she joined him in giggles, sliding back into her chair. Took a swig of her mostly melted iced kawfee and announced, "I'm Finn, and you are?" her hand hovered above the table, extended- chipped blue nail polish visible on three of her five fingers. His palm embraced hers, firm and dry. "Brown. I'm an airport engineer, just moved to Portland last month. Pleasure to meet you ma'am." A small drawl spilled out with "ma'am" and she found herself surprisingly thrilled and her panties felt a little tight suddenly. Hmm. A man who made ma'am sound sexy. Well done. She glanced around, thinking, even as words began to flow unheeded from her lips, "Well, nice to meet you Brown. What did you go to school for? Are you still in the military, because I have to tell you, when it comes to the military, I've dated a lot of military men and I tend to prefer the military women, depending on my mood..." She shut her mouth, blushing. "What I mean, in my standard, awkward and blunt way is, I think you're cute, can I have your number so I can text you?" His pen was already out and he reached his hand across the cheap mall table to write his number on her wrist. Transfixed, she watched his hand caress across the numbers after he finished. Then, she pulled out her purple Rumor, and immediately texted him, before looking at his pockets expectantly. "Sorry Finn, my phone's in the car." As her face fell, he rushed to offer a solution, "But, I can go out and get it. I'll be right back. Don't go no where." Her text sat... flashing red, and beeping on the passenger seat, awaiting his attention. May I fuck you and then take you on a date? I tend to be a dyke, but I like to keep my options open and you remind me of a good time. € € € Chewing her nails, she waited for his reply. One minute, then two ticked by, then five. She'd all but given up on him when his reply made her phone vibrate and her cunt throb. If we can do it in my backyard. € € € Hours later, and enough acquainted, Finn pulled up to Brown's house, just as the sun drenched the front yard walnut and maple trees with a burning, glinting gold. She wanted him. She could feel it in the way her energy kept stretching out further than her fingers did. In the way her hand kept sliding off the gear shift, to rest in feigned casualness just for a moment on his knee beside her. And when he caught her fingers between his and begin to slide them together, simulating how she wanted him inside of her, all she could think about was that slow steady pressure against the walls of her cunt, and how his tongue would feel on her clit, if he fucked like he held hands. To be continued.... She sat, one knee curled comfortably to her chest, her left arm hugging it close, a book propped inches from her face. The book was opened so close to her face, her expression so intent on the plot of the unreadable cracked paper back, he wondered if she needed glasses to read. Distracted from the flurry of shoppers and her book, by a curl springing free of its tucked position behind her ear, she looked up. Her dark lashes flashed, blinking against her green eyes as she turned a page and caught the directness of his stare. The blue eyes perused her slowly, and she pursed her lips, returning his gaze. She looked down, long enough to tab the yellowed page, and finish the sentence. She knew he'd wait. Her lips curled into a smile, "Hi Stranger. You look thirsty. Water?" She gestured to the untouched ice filled glass in front of her and he flushed because her stare caught him looking at the gap between her thighs and her skirt, as her fingers reached into the cup and pulled out an ice cube, pushing the glass and water pitcher towards him. "Thanks." His voice cleared his throat, then quavered as the stolen ice cube found its way down her neck and slowly across her collar bone. The ice, slick with the heat of the un-air conditioned mall, dropped out of her hand and down her shirt as water pooled then dripped at the base of her throat. She squeaked and jumped up, hopping around until either the ice melted, or she stopped caring. He burst into laughter and the tension broke around them as she joined him in giggles, sliding back into her chair. Took a swig of her mostly melted iced kawfee and announced, "I'm Finn, and you are?" her hand hovered above the table, extended- chipped blue nail polish visible on three of her five fingers. His palm embraced hers, firm and dry. "Brown. I'm an airport engineer, just moved to Portland last month. Pleasure to meet you ma'am." A small drawl spilled out with "ma'am" and she found herself surprisingly thrilled and her panties felt a little tight suddenly. Hmm. A man who made ma'am sound sexy. Well done. She glanced around, thinking, even as words began to flow unheeded from her lips, "Well, nice to meet you Brown. What did you go to school for? Are you still in the military, because I have to tell you, when it comes to the military, I've dated a lot of military men and I tend to prefer the military women, depending on my mood..." She shut her mouth, blushing. "What I mean, in my standard, awkward and blunt way is, I think you're cute, can I have your number so I can text you?" His pen was already out and he reached his hand across the cheap mall table to write his number on her wrist. Transfixed, she watched his hand caress across the numbers after he finished. Then, she pulled out her purple Rumor, and immediately texted him, before looking at his pockets expectantly. "Sorry Finn, my phone's in the car." As her face fell, he rushed to offer a solution, "But, I can go out and get it. I'll be right back. Don't go no where." Her text sat... flashing red, and beeping on the passenger seat, awaiting his attention. May I fuck you and then take you on a date? I tend to be a dyke, but I like to keep my options open and you remind me of a good time. € € € Chewing her nails, she waited for his reply. One minute, then two ticked by, then five. She'd all but given up on him when his reply made her phone vibrate and her cunt throb. If we can do it in my backyard. € € € Hours later, and enough acquainted, Finn pulled up to Brown's house, just as the sun drenched the front yard walnut and maple trees with a burning, glinting gold. She wanted him. She could feel it in the way her energy kept stretching out further than her fingers did. In the way her hand kept sliding off the gear shift, to rest in feigned casualness just for a moment on his knee beside her. And when he caught her fingers between his and begin to slide them together, simulating how she wanted him inside of her, all she could think about was that slow steady pressure against the walls of her cunt, and how his tongue would feel on her clit, if he fucked like he held hands. To be continued.... The Novelist Pt. 02 Author's note: This story contains themes of incest and BDSM. This can't be read as a stand-alone story. I suggest starting with Part 1 to understand the story progression. Please comment and vote. I love the feedback. ****** Tom opened his eyes well before the alarm sounded. He stretched his limbs and yawned, and then clasped his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully. He felt surprisingly at ease with himself this morning. Perhaps his actions yesterday had been wicked, but he noted that they were also deeply satisfying. It had been a strange day, an emotional day, but it had resolved itself in such bizarre and appropriate way. Tom never had an oedipal complex growing up. He hadn't been one of those boys who jerked off into his mother's panties when he was home alone. Yesterday, though, he had seen his mother in a different light. He thought maybe it had been her overwhelming need to submit herself to him. Tom had a weakness for submissive women, and apparently his weakness had no restrictions even when it involved familial ties. He felt like he should be bothered by this revelation, but despite his soul searching he could only see her as a woman with needs. He noted that feeling deep inside him that craved to fulfill those needs; the same way he needed to satisfy any of the other women he'd trained. The previous day had ended in a rather relaxing evening. They had ordered food, rented a movie, and sat naked and close on the sofa in the living room. Tom appreciated the connection between Alexis and his mother. They seemed so comfortable together and he found the dynamic to be beautiful albeit unusual. He had sent them to bed together. He had kissed them each goodnight. Alexis had wrapped Marie's naked body in her arms and spooned her as they both drifted into slumber. After thirty minutes of his own introspection, Tom finally climbed out of bed to begin his morning routine. His cock twitched with need and his balls felt heavy as they hung low between his legs. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and then headed downstairs in just his pajama pants. He had already decided that today was not going to be a day for working. He had decisions to make regarding his mother. Tom sat out on the patio with a cup of coffee and plucked at his universal remote. He had turned off the ringer on his phone a few days ago while he was working, and he had amassed quite a few unchecked messages. He had everything in his home connected to this device. It was the size of tablet computer, and basically anything electronic was routed wirelessly to it through his own secure server. The system itself had cost him. Tom had only a select few passions in life, but he indulged them to the point of excess and obsession. ****** Marie stirred in her bed. Her eyes opened slowly, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. The first thing she noticed was the stunning blonde woman sleeping naked next to her. Everything came flooding back to her at once -- the affair, her trip to Los Angeles, the strange events when she arrived, this house, and her strong and dominant son. Oh god, she thought, was it real? Did it really happen? She knew the answer. It was evident in her nakedness and the nakedness of the woman next to her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She slipped quietly from the bed and freshened herself up in the bathroom. She felt nervous again as if she weren't sure what fate had in store for her. She brushed out her hair and applied just the slightest bit of makeup. She wanted to look good for her son. It seemed strange to her how important it suddenly felt to please him. She slipped on a robe and crept softly toward the door. "Where are you going, Marie." Alexis said groggily. "I'm sorry, Alexis. I didn't mean to wake you." She replied in low voice. "I was going to go downstairs." "What time is it?" "It's 6:45am." She said. "I'm still on east coast time." "He'll be up." She said propping herself up on her elbows. "Geez, I'm usually up by now. I slept well with you. You're not going to wear that are you?" "Yeah, I thought this would be okay." She looked down at the short robe contemplating the outline of her figure. She thought it looked sexy, but something about the way Alexis had questioned her made her second guess herself. "No." Alexis replied flatly. "You won't wear anything when you go downstairs." "But..." Alexis patted the bed next to her. "Come here and sit for a second." She said. Marie made her way back to the bed and sat down. "Sir," Alexis stated, "Has not given you permission to wear clothing in the house. He told you yesterday that you were to be naked, that he liked seeing you this way." "You mean all the time? I just thought..." "Don't think." Alexis replied reassuringly. "You'll do as you're instructed. That's how this works, Marie. You don't want to mess up. Sir can have a very bad temper for disobedience. This isn't like yesterday. There are consequences for not following instructions. Yesterday he went easy on you, but today you'll be training. It's going to be really hard. It was the hardest and most amazing experience of my life. So start off right, okay? Wear nothing until you're told. Go downstairs, kneel, say good morning to him, and wait for instructions. Sometimes he has none and sometimes they are endless." "I... um... is it like this every morning?" She asked tentatively. "He just has women serve him?" "Not every morning, Marie. Every day. All day. If it pleases him." "My god," she said. "What happened to my little boy? I can't imagine any man having that kind of life. How many women are there?" "A lot. You'll be special though. It's like how he treats me differently than the others. He sees us differently. He'll treat you that way too, I think. But even I get whipped. Not like yesterday, either. He knows how to make his point with a crop or a whip. It's painful but worth it." She stopped for a moment and thought before continuing. "You need to stop thinking of him as your little boy, Marie. It's Sir, not Tom. Always remember that. Now go. I'll be down in a minute." Marie stood up and let her robe slip to the floor before heading downstairs. She made her way from the landing toward the kitchen quietly trying to find her son. Her breasts swayed, and she felt both liberated and objectified by her nakedness. It thrilled her in a very naughty way. She saw him sitting just outside the open French doors. She took a deep breath and walked bravely in his direction. Marie stopped just in front of his chair, and then knelt down in front of him. "Good morning, Sir." She said confidently. Tom eyed his mother briefly. He was busy tapping away at the remote in his hands. He had only glanced at her for a moment, and Marie felt deflated as if he was blowing her off. Why wasn't he acknowledging her, she wondered. She wanted to stand and run away. How could he not respond? It had taken so much courage to kneel and address him. She had thought about it all morning. She'd been worried that he'd feel differently this morning about what had happened yesterday. She hoped he'd smile and be proud of her. Tom had heard the first few voice messages already, but there were still more to get through. He stopped briefly and glanced back at his mother. "Shhh." He said. "I don't want you to say anything else. Not a word." He stood and looked at her picking up his nylon crop. He often kept a crop nearby particularly if he was expecting to train someone. He circled her once. Thwack. He struck her quickly on the top of her ass. "Keep your ass resting on your heels." Thwack on her stomach. "Stomach in." Marie was shocked by the sudden assault and nervously pulled her stomach taut. Thwack. "Back straight, Marie. I don't want to see you slouching." Thwack on her breasts. This elicited a yelp. "Chest out!" He barked. "I'm sorry, Sir..." Thwack. This one struck her painfully hard across her the top of her ass cheeks. The thin crop was much more painful than the leather strap he'd used last night. The sting was sharper and more acute. "That's because I told you to shut your mouth. Not a word means not a word. Pay attention when I tell you something. Now, when you kneel it's out of respect. So when you kneel I expect your posture to be perfect and respectful. This is how you should kneel. Ass on heels, back straight, stomach pulled in, chest out, hands on knees." He circled her one more time taking in her improved posture. He seemed more pleased. Marie kept her eyes down, not because she was told to, but because she actually felt submissive being barked at and examined in such clinical way. Tom pushed his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his pajama pants and dropped them. He sat back down with his erection displayed prominently in front of him. "That's better." He said. "Now. Bring me your mouth." Marie couldn't have felt any smaller in that moment. Although, the second he uttered those words, the same words that had turned her on so much when she heard them yesterday, she immediately leaned forward and enveloped his cock between her lips. Tom on the other hand showed no sign of gratitude or satisfaction at her action. He merely went back to what he was doing. Marie felt like a whore the way she wantonly devoured her son who seemed to care less. She couldn't help but need to please him though. She couldn't help but acknowledge the way her pussy moistened for his impressive cock. Alexis quietly knelt next to Tom. She watched as Marie pleasured him, and admired how she handled him. It seemed reverent. She knew that Sir was enjoying this more than he allowed Marie to know. She understood that he was teaching her a lesson. Her own training had been difficult and emotional. It wasn't until she had seen him train other women that she understood the meaning behind many of the more difficult experiences she had endured. Alexis knew that this was different though. Marie hadn't come to him to be trained. She hadn't sought him out like the others. She didn't understand submission, and although some of it came naturally to her, she had trouble reconciling the emotions, which were compounded by her current marital collapse and that fact that her Dominant was also her son. "She's very thorough, Sir." Alexis stated. "She learns very quickly." She hoped that her words would garner some praise for Marie. Tom looked up and watched Marie swallow his rigid shaft. She could already take it much deeper than she had last night. He smiled. "Yes. I believe she'll progress very quickly. She has a very talented tongue." The words were still a bit disconnected, but they were enough to make Marie smile inwardly and redouble her efforts. Tom played the next message. He sat back and locked eyes with his mother while he listened, finally openly admiring her performance. "Tom, it's Jim. I haven't heard from you in a week or so. I just wanted to check in on your progress. I'm excited to see whatever you're willing to show me. Are you going to let me read the partial manuscript or wait until you're finished? Let me know as soon as possible. We should get dinner sometime soon." "Sir, it's Jennifer. I really need to see you today. I've been a very bad girl. Sir, it would mean so much to me if you would do me the honor of whipping me." Marie tried not to interrupt her sucking, but she couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her lips as she listened to the voice coming through his device. Her son's life was still so unbelievable to her. That woman sounded so needy. It wasn't dissimilar from how she felt now. She wondered what it was about him that made these women want him. She wondered what it was that made her want him. Maybe it didn't matter at all. She was here between his legs, naked and obedient, pleasuring him. It felt right to her. "Tom, it's Frank. I wanted to discuss bonuses in your latest contract. I think we can get an additional hundred grand out of those publishing assholes. It's worth a talk. You enjoy making money as much as I like billing you for my hours. Call me." Tom reached down and pulled his mother to her feet and bent her over the wrought iron table. Her ass was still lightly bruised from the strap yesterday with the addition of a very angry, thin welt from the crop this morning. He touched the new mark and listened to her whimper. It looked painful. His cock was already moistened with her saliva. He rubbed it up her slit and then slid it in terribly slowly. Marie couldn't believe the sensations. It was nothing like last night when he had pounded into her unceremoniously. He was going slowly and she could feel him stretching her pussy in the most intense way. The feeling of fullness was driving her wild. She wondered how he managed to make her feel so many new sensations. It seemed like she had missed out on so much in her life; as if she had never discovered how she was meant to be touched. He sawed into her so very slowly. Her nipples pressed against the iron grating. His hand pressed her head against the table. Her orgasm was coming. It was building incrementally. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before the way her limbs began to tingle as the sensations shot from deep inside her slit and smoldered every inch of her. She was flushed now. The heat was overwhelming her. She let him press her into to the table and use her. Her breathing was heavy and husky as she surrendered to the sensations. The messages continued to play. Marie wished he'd just turn this thing off. She was in the midst of one of the most intense awakenings of her life, and he was multitasking. It was demeaning in a way. She couldn't understand how he was able to satisfy her so easily that he didn't even need to be fully present. Yet the ease with which he pleasured her was part of her excitement. It wasn't like blowing her husband's dick and climbing on top of it desperately trying to cum once before he shot off inside her. None of this seemed tedious. It was anything but. "Sir... I'm pulling the plug out now... oh god... I've been so sore all night... it's stretching my ass, Sir... Is that... what... you... wanted me... to feel. Oh shit... I'm cumming, Sir... Thank you, Sir." Tom smiled as he listened to labored voice on the message. He thought it sounded like a chorus with Marie's labored groans. Two women lost in lust. For Marie, it was indescribably hot. This was the woman from yesterday, the bruised woman that could pour cum from her pussy. The image of that woman staring at her while she came nearly pushed Marie over the edge of her climax. Her body had begun the light tremors as she reached her peak. She wished he would just go faster and make it happen. He was torturing her this way. "Tom, it's your Aunt Jane! I need to talk to your mother. Her phone is off. We connected briefly last night. You little shit! She told me what a successful writer you are, and that you're living in some amazing place. I think you and I have plenty to catch up on too. Anyway, it's important. It's regarding the divorce proceedings. Have her call me right away." Alexis gasped openly as she heard the message play. "No! Marie!" She didn't shout it out. It was a painful, quiet whisper. Marie's eyes connected with hers. Marie could see the panic in the blonde woman who had quietly sat and watched her son defile her. Tom rammed his cock into her hard and fast. "Goddamnit!" He shouted as he jammed into her cervix. He grasped her jaw and twisted her head to the side so she could look at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Did you..." He slammed into her again. "... tell her..." He punctuated with another hard thrust "... about my writing?" He pounded her hard once again. She had contracted so tightly on his cock that he had to push much harder to sink his length. He knew what this meant. He squeezed her jaw harder forcing her to hold his gaze. "Don't you dare cum! Answer me. Did you tell her about my writing and my lifestyle?" He slammed again. Marie's head was twisted painfully to the side. She heard the words he was speaking to her. She saw a look in his eyes that she had never seen before -- anger. It occurred to her that she had made another terrible mistake. It wasn't intentional. She was proud of him and wanted to share his success with her sister. She never thought that he'd be upset. In that moment though she realized how private he'd been, and how careful Alexis had been yesterday when speaking about him. Yes, she thought as he pounded into her, she had made a mistake. Unfortunately the final assault on her pussy had been too much. She had been teetering on the edge, but the sensations were too much. She tried to maintain eye contact, but she was slipping into darkness. Her eyes were rolling back into her head. She was moaning unintelligibly. He slammed into her again. "Don't cum! Tell me if you told her." And Marie was lost. She was overcome by a powerful orgasm. "Yeeeeeessssss!" She began shaking violently with little control of her own movements. Tom stepped back pulling himself out of her. Without his weight behind her, Marie's legs gave out and she began sliding to the floor. Her hands struggled to grip the table with little success. She fell to the patio with a heavy thud still twitching. Alexis immediately moved to help her. She had come down hard, and she wanted to hold her for a moment while she struggled. Alexis leaned forward and soon felt the sharp, excruciating pain of the nylon crop connect across her breasts. "Don't even think about it." Tom stated forcefully. Alexis sat back on her heels and held her position as a few tears managed to escape down her cheeks. Tom stared at his mom with anger. She was so very lost and overwhelmed. She tried to do what she was told, but her body betrayed her. She rolled onto her side and attempted to climb to her hands and knees. "I... I... sorry... Sir." She could hardly form the words. She raised her ass in the air but one of her legs gave out again, and she slipped to the ground. Tom watched as she struggled to regain the position. Finally she managed the pose with her ass lifted high. "This... g-girl will t-take her... punishment n...now... Sir." It was the only thing she could think to do. It was what Alexis had done yesterday when she begged forgiveness. She would do anything for him to forgive her. Tom contemplated both women. Alexis was stoic. She wasn't unfamiliar with his temper, nor with the sting of his crop. There was a difference in the way he struck someone when they had made a mistake and when they had actually angered him. The latter was a harsh correction. Marie on the other hand was very unfamiliar with this side of her son. It seemed cold and calculated and foreign to her. Yet the climax she just had was breathtakingly powerful. Somehow he took the most amazing sensations she had ever experienced and made her feel guilty about them. It was awfully confusing. It made her want more, yet somehow he made her feel indebted to him. She needed to make it up to him. Tom picked up his crop and his remote, and turned around, without as much as a word, leaving the two women alone. ****** It was still very early as Tom strolled into the guest house. The remnants of Jen's puddle had now dried on the hardwood floor. He glanced around at what this room had become. It was filled with instruments of submission. It had transformed slowly over the last few years. On occasion he'd buy something new. If he was training someone in particular he often thought up creative needs for new furniture much of which he built himself. The one thing that remained uniform about this place was that only a select few knew its true purpose. Tom needed his privacy. Tom needed control. He knew that this was the source of his anger at the moment. His mother had robbed him of his control when she showed up yesterday. She had violated his rules when she had barged into this room uninvited. He had regained his control through her submission. Now, she had shared his life with someone outside these walls. This is something that had never happened before. He didn't know what he should do. He would have to call his aunt. He dreaded making the call. He dreaded having to answer her questions about his life. He wondered how much she knew. The Novelist Pt. 02 Tom made his way up the stairs into his office. He sat down in the quiet airy room and thought. He wished it hadn't been his mother. It pained him to hurt her in any way. Everything had just gotten so complicated. She was confused, and he felt in some way he had taken advantage of her deteriorated emotional state. He wondered if she really wanted him or if she just wanted someone. Tom needed a way forward. That was his nature. He had an obsessive need for planning and structure. His life in recent years had been by design. Tom could not let these recent fickle events affect that harmony. ****** Alexis moved toward Marie who was still trying, rather feebly, to hold a submissive position. She reached out placing a gentle hand on the small of her back. Marie collapsed at her touch, and Alexis gathered her in her arms. Marie cried softly. She didn't understand why he had left her there. Why hadn't he punished her? Why hadn't he said anything? She nestled her head against Alexis' breasts and let her new friend hold her. After a few minutes, Marie calmed her nerves and looked up to meet Alexis' gaze. She was grateful for her touch. Marie leaned in tentatively and then kissed her on the lips letting them linger just a little too long. Neither woman seemed to know what to do in that moment. Marie wasn't sure who must have looked more shocked by her actions. She had never kissed another woman in her entire life. She wasn't even sure why she did it. Then Alexis smiled and laughed, and Marie laughed with her. "I've ruined this, haven't I?" Marie said referring Tom. "I don't know what I did wrong. I'm just proud of him. I want everyone to know how successful he is. Is that wrong?" "Now you know what I meant yesterday when I said he was complicated." Alexis responded. "I told you I love him more than anything, but he's a particular man. He's private. Most people would be flashing their success. Not him. He doesn't like congratulations or thanks. He likes his life. He likes his women. He's protective of them." Marie reached out and ran her hand along the red mark on the top of Alexis' breasts. "Does it hurt?" Alexis nodded toward the similar mark on Marie's ass. "So what if it hurts. Does yours?" For the first time, Marie thought she understood what Alexis meant. Of course it had hurt her. The sting and the pain were temporary though. It was the soreness she felt now that she liked. It reminded her of him. It reminded her to be better for him. It was no different than the girl from yesterday, than her voicemail this morning. She said she'd been sore all evening, but not it in a bad way. She seemed to revel in it. "It's all so confusing." Marie said pensively. "It all happened so fast. I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't stop. I want more. It's like I'm not even me... I'm not sure what it is... I'm..." Alexis smiled broadly and giggled and said "You came really hard didn't you?" And then she started laughing. Marie laughed too, and then buried her head between Alexis' breasts for a moment trying to hide the embarrassment on her face. She looked back up at Alexis. Her cheeks were beet red and she blurted, "So fucking hard! God! What is wrong with me? I...I've never experienced anything like it. Never in my life." "Well that's all part of it." Alexis said as they giggled. "None of the other girls have either. He's just amazing. He's talented. He's sincere. He's protective. And he can fuck! He can make you feel a million emotions at once, and you've never felt so alive. The rest of it... his complications... his particular needs.... That's just a part of him, and I think we all accept it. You love him for it. The same way you love him for his dick or his touch or his words or his smile." Alexis couldn't help but laugh some more. "You should have seen how angry he was with you, and you just shook like a little slut totally lost in your own orgasm. We're both in trouble you know." Marie just couldn't believe how much she was learning about her son. He really was a stranger to her. The more she learned, though, the more she admired him. He defied convention. He didn't seem to do it to make some statement. He did because it pleased him. He had created a life that most people would consider deplorable, but it was a life those very people would envy in private. It was wrong to let her be a part of it. Her son hadn't let that stop him, though. He had welcomed her into his life. Marie had felt so confused yesterday. Today she just felt nervous. She didn't want to displease him. "Oh no! What am I going to do? Do you think he's going to forgive me?" She was crying again, but not out of sadness as much as uncertainty and nerves. She was thankful to have Alexis at her side. Alexis thought for a moment. "Do you want this, Marie? Do you want him and this life?" "I... yes." She said. "I don't know if it can work long term..." "Stop that, Marie." Alexis chided her. "You're thinking about it all wrong. This isn't something that you think about long term. That's for him to consider, not you. You just live in the moment. He's a Dominant. You only get what he gives you. If you want this, you need to give it everything. My life has become about his happiness. My job is to please him. You have to understand how happy it makes me. The enjoyment he gets from watching me kneel in front of him or perform for him doesn't even compare to the pleasure I get from doing it. I wouldn't trade my life for anything in the world. But I never question him. I never wonder how long it will last." Marie smiled. "I'm not sure he deserves you." "Listen, Marie. If you think he won't like something, don't do it. If you think you need permission, wait for it. Never talk about what happens here. Always kneel. Always make sure your posture is correct. Always perform at your best. Once you get through the initial training, it'll be simple. You'll just know exactly how to react. And trust him. He'll know how to treat you when he begins to understand your needs. That's what he does. He's really intuitive that way. It's kind of crazy how he just knows. But none of this works if you don't trust him." Marie tried to process everything. It was overwhelming. She had certainly been cycling through the full range of emotions since she arrived. "But... what now?" Alexis thought for a long moment. She knew him so well, and she was very attuned to his submissive training. "I think there's only one thing you can do." She said. "You have to break his rules." "But you said not to break his rules! You said if I thought he wouldn't like something not to do it." It was official; Marie did not understand any of this at all. Alexis just offered her invaluable advice, and promptly told her to ignore it. "Yes! Exactly. But..." She replied. "...right now, you're kind of screwed. He's pissed because you broke the one rule he holds above all others. You never tell anyone about his career or his lifestyle. As far as I see it, you're only option is defiant devotion." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means you're going to march in there uninvited. It means you're going to go upstairs, which you should never do without permission. It means you're going to kneel down on your hands and knees and present your ass for punishment." "But I did that." She said exhaustively. "He just left me here." "Not this time. Not if you violate his space. He'll be overcome with need to punish you for it. Trust me. All you need to do is stay there. You need to be defiant about not leaving until he's satisfied. You need to be defiant. Keep telling yourself that. You make him see that you'll do anything he asks." Marie was terribly nervous about this plan. "What's he going to do? I mean... what do you think he'll do?" "Oh, Marie, he's going to do exactly what he wants to do. He's going to whip you. He's going to make you want to get up and leave and never come back. If you want this then you're going to stay there no matter what happens. If you leave then it's over for you." "Shit." She whispered. "Are you sure?" "You can never be sure. But... I think it's the best plan that two naked women lying on the ground can come up with though." The absurdity of the situation struck them both, and they both laughed together. In that moment they each knew that this friendship would last a long time. Marie wrapped her arms around Alexis and gave her a big hug. Then she leaned in and kissed her hard -- a real kiss. It gave Marie butterflies in her stomach feeling her lips pressed against Alexis'. Marie wasn't shocked by the feeling. She was getting used to accepting these new revelations about herself. Alexis on the other hand was both shocked and smitten. Marie jumped up and took a deep breathe. "I love you both. Wish me luck." And then she bounded off with intense determination toward the guest house, not unlike she had the day before. ****** Alexis sat naked staring at this new woman as she walked down the pathway to visit her son. She knew that Marie had probably gotten in over her head without really understanding what was required of her. She couldn't help but acknowledge the strange feelings she had for her though. Alexis had been with countless women since she'd begun her submission. She'd seen many women go through training. In all that time, she'd never invested herself in any of them. They were Sir's submissive women. It was up to him to train them and punish them. She had never felt one way or another toward the process. It was not her concern. She only cared for Sir and his happiness. Alexis couldn't help but think that Marie was different somehow. There was the obvious difference that she was his mother. Alexis noted as she watched Marie's full curved ass sway in the distance that this wasn't the reason though. Perhaps it was her naivety or her innocence. Alexis had been blunt when she suggested to Marie that she'd be whipped. Some part of her assumed that this would affect the older woman's decision to continue. It hadn't. In fact, it seemed to have strengthened her resolve altogether. Marie wanted this life more than she let on, and Alexis admired this about her. Alexis couldn't help but wonder what must be going on in Marie's head. This, she thought, was a woman that was discovering her true nature despite the emotional consequences. Marie had spent much of the last day in tears and confusion yet she trudged onward. Alexis found this entirely sexy. She was unlike any of other women she'd seen Tom train. Her core strength and devotion matched her own. This realization didn't make Alexis jealous at all. She felt an outpouring of love for her. She felt that this was one woman that deserved what Tom had to offer. Alexis shifted on the cool flagstone as she watched Marie disappear inside the guesthouse. She was smiling, and she brought her hands up to her face and traced her lips with her finger. That kiss had been so unexpected. It had shocked her. Not that she was shocked to be kissed by a woman, but rather she was shocked at the excitement she'd felt by it. Alexis was wet and she stroked a finger along her slit and wondered if she should join them. She enjoyed the warm, fresh breeze as she contemplated what these new changes meant to her life. She couldn't help but note the inevitable feeling that Tom was changing with his mother here. ****** Marie had reached the steps to the lofted office. She stared at them for a long moment as uncertainty washed over her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure if the feeling was panic or excitement. She knew she could turn around. If she left now then the awkwardness of the last day would eventually become a distant memory. She could save herself. She glanced back at the room. She took in the sight of the furniture, the whips, the crops, the paddles and the ropes. There were things in here of which she didn't even know the purpose. She wanted to know. She felt deep inside her that she needed to know, and her son was perhaps the only person she trusted enough to teach her. Marie lifted one foot after another. With each step her resolve was strengthening. She reached the top steps and she could see her son in deep contemplation, still naked, behind his desk. Her heart was aflutter again. She could do this, she told herself. His stare alarmed her as she wordlessly made her way to the middle of the room. She turned around facing away from him and then got down on all fours. What was it he said to her again? She strained to remember. Her posture and form was a sign of respect. That's what he had said. How had Alexis posed? She thought that she was taking too long, but it was important to get it right. She pressed her tits into the soft area rug, placed her hands out in front of her palms down, drew in her stomach, and pushed her ass up into the air. And with that, she held still. She displayed her ass and her smooth pussy to her son, and hoped beyond all else that he'd forgive her. Time seemed to tick by painfully slow. Tom hadn't said a word to her. She felt like she did when she kneeled in front of him at the table on the patio. She wanted to stand up and leave. She felt foolish. She wondered how little he must think of her, his mother, displayed so lewdly and wantonly in front of him. How long had it been? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Her mind raced, but she remained perfectly still. She could hear the rustling of papers behind her. She wondered what he was doing. She thought about his cock sliding into her throat. She thought about the fullness she felt with him inside her. She needed that feeling again. She needed the one man that had always loved her, faithfully and unconditionally. Defiant. Yes, she thought to herself, she needed to be defiant. That was the plan. After twenty minutes, Tom finally spoke with little emotion in his words. "Leave." Marie closed her eyes tight. He had finally acknowledged her. She prayed that this was the right thing to do. She spoke confidently, or as confident as a woman could speak that didn't feel very confident at all. "No, Sir." "Leave, now! I didn't invite you up here. You're not welcome." He said even more sternly. "No, Sir." "What is wrong with you? I said to leave now." He bellowed out. "No, Sir." "Why?" He growled at her. "What is it you're trying to tell me by sitting here after I've told you to leave?" "Sir, this girl will take her punishment now." Marie couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. They were things that she'd never imagined would ever escape her lips. "No. Now leave." His tone was frighteningly emotionless again. "No, Sir. If Sir won't punish me then I'll wait for any other instructions he has for me... But, Sir, I won't leave. Sir, I'm sorry for speaking about you to my sister. I should have known better, Sir." Marie struggled to say the right things without saying too much. She needed to be concise, proper and respectful, but she worried about sounding whiney, pathetic or verbose. "Did you tell her I fucked you?" Tom had emphasized the word 'fucked' just to make her feel uncomfortable. "No! No, Sir! I... I just told her how well you were doing out here, Sir. I told her what books you had written, Sir. That's all. Nothing about this, Sir." She wondered why he thought she might have said something about their lurid encounter. "Nothing else? Nothing about Alexis? Nothing about the other girls?" He asked pointedly. "No, Sir." Tom stood up from his chair and walked around his desk standing behind her. He had an eclectic taste in women, particularly submissive women. Alexis was what he considered a perfect specimen of female beauty, perfectly curved and proportioned. Tom had a taste for all types though. He stared at his mother's bald slit. He was angry with her, but a part of him was taken by her womanly figure. He enjoyed the round curves, the plumpness of her ass and the heft of her breasts. He leaned in close to her ear and asked, "What did my Aunt Jane say when you told her? Was she surprised? Does she stay up at night reading my books and making her pussy cum? Is she a slut like you?" Marie was taken aback by his questions. The way he said it was so nasty, and it both insulted her and turned her on to be called a slut. "I... um..." "Come on, Marie! This is what you want, right? You want to be my submissive slut? Well, then you should learn to answer my questions." "She... um... Sir, she couldn't believe it. She asked me a bunch of questions about whether I thought you were in to that kind of stuff. Sir, I told her I didn't know. She's told me many times that she masturbates to these books, Sir. She's the one that convinced me to read it." Marie felt strange talking to her son about his aunt so crudely. Part of her didn't want him thinking about her that way. It made her jealous. "If you want to move forward then you better learn your place in my house. Don't ever mention my lifestyle or my writing to anyone. I'll have to deal with Aunt Jane on my own." Marie wondered what that meant. How would he deal with her? Tom left her there and disappeared downstairs. Marie noted that he was talking to her now at least. She thought that this was a good step. He had mentioned moving forward, so naturally Marie felt that things were going to be alright after all. It hadn't been as difficult as Alexis had suggested, and this was quite a relief to her. ****** Tom knew that his mother was a good woman. She had raised him well. She had come out here looking for security in a tumultuous time in her life. With everything that happened since she arrived, Tom found himself in very new territory. He loved his mother, and he couldn't deny that he loved her need to submit to him. It had been conflicting at first, but he knew that he wanted it. Unfortunately, his love for her was hampering his ability to train her. Tom needed to break the mother-son dynamic. He needed to reset the relationship, and build it back as a Dominant-submissive one. It weighed on him. Tom still wasn't sure that he could do it, but her defiance impressed him. Alexis had appeared in the doorway. She knelt down immediately, and watched as Tom collected the leather strap, the hard leather braided crop and a butt plug. Part of her wondered what had happened up there. She had waited outside an adequate amount of time before her curiosity overwhelmed her. Tom crouched down next to her. "You have a soft spot for this one, Alexis. That's not like you. I don't mind you helping her learn the ropes, but don't you forget your place either. I'm warning you nicely. Now, come with me." Alexis followed him up the stairs. She smiled when she saw Marie in a perfectly executed pose. Tom had set all the items on his desk, and then walked over toward his mother. He set the butt plug down in front of her, and had Alexis kneel in a punishment position with her ass high just in front her of Marie's face. "Lift your chest off the floor, and get on your hands and knees." He stated very calmly. Marie lifted herself up and her face was no more than a few inches from Alexis' rear end. Marie could see the remnants of the crop marks from yesterday. They were faded and almost gone. Never in her life had her face been so close to another woman's naked pussy. "Do you know what this is?" Tom asked her holding up the plug. "Y-yes, Sir." She said tentatively. "Have you ever used one of these before? Have you ever had one inside you?" He stared hard into her eyes and it made her nervous. "N-no, Sir. I... I've never had anything in my butt." She was near shaking, and now she wasn't sure if she would be able to handle this after all. She wondered how he would fit that inside her. It looked so big. Tom, on the other hand, was surprised by her answer. She had a virgin ass, and it made his mind reel. The Novelist Pt. 02 "Listen closely, Marie. I think Alexis told you to come up here. I think she told you to come kneel in front of me. Is that true?" Marie didn't know what to say. She didn't want to get Alexis in trouble, but she didn't want to disappoint him either. "Y-yes, Sir." Tom lifted one of her hands, and placed the plug in it. "Stick it in her asshole." He said plainly. Marie whipped her eyes up to meet his as if she hadn't heard him right. Tom just stared back knowingly, and nodded his head toward Alexis' ass. Marie had never ever done something like this before. She couldn't. How could he make her? "But... Sir?" She stammered. "Do it." He snapped at her. Tom stood up and walked behind her retrieving the braided crop. He lashed it once down across her ass, and she yelped knowing how serious he was. She knelt back onto her knees and grabbed Alexis' ass cheeks in her hand. Marie couldn't help but note how much she liked the feel of the pretty blonde's firm butt. She took the plug and brought the end to her puckered opening and began to press. It was no use. Her hole was too tight and she could barely get it to push forward into her. "Sir? It won't go in." She said. He lashed out again striking her hard in the rear. Marie quickly began pressing it harder now. The sting on her ass was searing. Marie had come up here thinking she would get whipped, but this was particularly nerve racking for her. Alexis squirmed and squealed below her adding to Marie's embarrassment. Despite her efforts it still wouldn't budge. Tom stood back watching before he offered an observation. "That looks like you're hurting her." He said. "I would never have tried to push that inside her without some type of lubrication." Marie looked up at him with pleading eyes. She didn't want to do this. It broke her heart hearing Alexis whimper in pain. "But... Sir? I don't have any..." Tom brought the crop back down on her ass hard. "Think, Marie." He barked. "Why don't you use your tongue?" Marie couldn't believe her ears. She had never licked someone there. She didn't know if she could. She felt the crop come down on her ass again. Oh she wished he'd stop whipping her for a minute. This was already difficult enough. She tentatively brought her head forward and then stuck out her tongue and ran it along Alexis' partly stretched hole. She was pleased to hear the whimpers of discomfort turn to coos of enjoyment. Marie thought it didn't taste that bad after all. She tried to get as much saliva on her hole as she could. Then she sat back and squeezed the plug back into her ass. It went much further this time, and Alexis was far less disapproving in her mewls. Marie whose life had been awfully vanilla up until yesterday had almost completely inserted a butt plug into the beautiful woman in front of her. She worked diligently as she slowly stretched open her ass. She pulled it out brought her mouth back to moisten the intrusion, and then inserted the plug again. She continued this routine until finally with absolute amazement the tight ring of Alexis' ass crested the width of the plug and sucked it inside her. Alexis let out a loud groan, and Marie looked up at her son with a shocked, yet proud look on her face. She had done it. Tom stepped over Alexis placing a leg on either side her body. He crouched down over her facing his mother with Alexis' ass in between them. He grabbed onto her ass and pulled the cheeks apart letting Marie get a good look at what she had done. Tom grabbed the end of the plug and pulled on it feeling how lodged it was inside her. Alexis groaned at the pressure it put on her opening. "You see that, Marie! You did it. How was that?" He asked. "I... it was..." She didn't know what to say. "You know what I think? I think you enjoyed stretching my little slut's asshole. Am I right?" He queried with a big grin on his face. "I... um... y-ye-yes, Sir." She said embarrassed at the truth of her answer. Tom grabbed the plug and pulled it out with a jerk. Alexis yelped. Tom stuck in two fingers from each hand and stretched her ass open as far as he could. "You ever seen a nicely stretched asshole? How does that look? I bet you could nearly fit your hand in there." "It looks so... nasty. But... I like it. I like it, Sir." She said dejectedly. Now that she had done what he asked, she felt disturbed by how much she had enjoyed it. It had started off badly, but at some point it turned her on to listen to Alexis squirm. She had to admit it fascinated her the way he manipulated her asshole and stretched it so nonchalantly. It looked like a gaping chasm. Tom took the plug and jammed it back inside Alexis. He had her turn around and face Marie on all fours. Marie felt guilty looking into her eyes after the abuse on her rear. Alexis just stared back stoically. Tom was pleased having the two women on all fours facing each other. He wanted them to see each other. "So, here's how this is going to work, Marie. You fucked up today. I can't let that go unpunished. So, I'm going to administer your punishment. You're not going to say a word. If you can't handle it, if you don't want to do this anymore, or if you feel like you don't want to be a part of 'all the girls' then you just say stop. I'll stop and you can go back inside. That's all you need to say and the punishment ends. You'll never get this opportunity again. Okay?" Marie looked worried. She glanced up at her son and said, "Yes, Sir." She felt better when she faced forward again and Alexis smiled at her. She knew that was all the encouragement the blonde could offer her at the moment. Tom stepped back and grabbed the leather strap. He looked at the fresh marks on Marie's ass and rubbed them gently. She had quite a few already. He stood up and took the strap in his hand and brought it down across both cheeks. He brought it down again in a different place. Slowly he began reddening her entire ass one blow at a time. Marie whimpered as the tears built in her eyes. Tom was relentless. Each blow seemed harder than the last, and Marie wasn't sure she could stand much more. She wanted to say stop. She could feel her lips curling to form the words. She looked forward at Alexis who had so much sympathy in her eyes. Marie saw her mouth the word silently in front of her. "Defiant." Despite her tears, Marie gathered her strength to endure the pain. Even Alexis was surprised at the intensity with which Tom went about his punishment. It went on forever. Her entire ass was dark red now. There wasn't a spot that had been missed, and the heat emanated from the fresh marks. Tom stopped for a moment, and Marie sighed hoping that he was finally through. "Do you want me to stop, Marie?" He asked. "Can you handle your punishment or do you need to leave? Come on, what do you have to say?" Marie sniffled. Her eyes were puffy from the tears. She looked at Alexis staring back at her. She knew what she needed. Her son was the only one that could give it to her. This was the price for passage, and she had already endured more than she thought possible. "This girl will take her punishment now, Sir." Tom was inwardly surprised. He wanted her to fail. If she didn't then he'd have to accept his dominance over her, and there was a part of him that still wanted her as a mother, not a submissive. Each blow was weakening that feeling though, so he continued. He set the strap down, and picked up the braided crop and rained down ten brutal blows on her ass. Marie finally broke down. She didn't move, but she couldn't contain the sobs anymore. It was finally clear to her what Alexis had said earlier. Her son was serious about obedience, and he was certainly serious about punishing someone for the lack of it. Marie knew that he didn't do it to her. She could have stood up. She accepted it. Despite the pain, she'd never been more proud of herself in her entire life. Tom kneeled down next to her. "That's all, Marie." She smiled at him through her teary eyes, and this affected him deeply. He rubbed the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead. "I need you to stay right here. Don't move." ****** Tom took a seat behind his desk. He poured himself a finger of scotch despite the morning hour. He sat and stared at the deep bruises that began setting in on his mother's ass. She had done far better than he ever expected. His cock stiffened at the sight. He wanted to fuck her. Tom did his best to put the need aside for a moment. He wanted them to sit there for the time being. He wanted his mother to see what it felt like to pose for him with a sore and bruised bottom. Tom wondered about the future. He was sure that if he enjoyed his dominance over his mother than she would never be able to go back to upstate New York. Neither of them would be happy with that. She could move in with him, he supposed, although that would create an awfully strange dynamic in the house. Tom was used to having one live in submissive. He had other women stay the night from time to time, but only Alexis was fully invested in his life. He liked it that way. None of this was really even a consideration until his mother found out the status of her divorce and found closure with his father. This reminded him of the voicemail that his aunt had left. He had been so caught up in his anger over Marie's breach of trust that he hadn't really thought about the urgency in his aunt's voice. She had needed to talk to her sooner than later. Tom downed the shot of scotch and felt the warm burn in his throat. He dialed his Aunt's number on the poly conference phone. The line was on speaker as it rang repeatedly. He hoped it would go to voicemail. And then she picked up. "Hello? This is Jane." Tom watched his mother bristle when she heard the voice and realized who he had called. "Hi, Aunt Jane! It's your nephew, Tom." He said. "Tommy! I'm so glad you called. How is everything?" "Things are great for me. My mom on the other hand... well... I got your message this morning. I wanted to find out what's going on." "Is she there? We have some new developments that I need to discuss with her." Jane sounded serious. "No, Aunt Jane. I called you back to find out what's happening because I didn't want her to get upset by any bad news. She finally calmed down last night, and I don't want her to start feeling sorry for herself again." He stated. "She did sound really relaxed. I don't know how you did that. I tried for a full week to get her to relax and look at everything optimistically. Wait! Why don't you tell me how no one knew that you're some big time writer? I can't believe you've kept that a secret from your family." Tom knew this question was coming. "I'll make you a deal, Aunt Jane. I want to handle this divorce thing for my mom. You help me work through the particulars without worrying her too much, and once it's settled I'll tell you anything you want to know. But, you have to keep it absolutely secret until then. I don't like people knowing about my career. You know... because of the, uh, nature of the writing. Is that okay?" He thought it was a fair trade. "Alright, Tommy, I won't tell anyone you write mommy porn." She was chiding him. Tom's aunt had a caustic personality. "So? What's going on?" He asked. "Well, Tom, for one I'm sorry about everything. I'm sure it's hard for you. But let me lay it out straight for you. Your father is pissed that she hasn't talked to him. He's being extremely uncooperative about discussing anything. It's not been very long. Divorce takes time to accept. I filed the papers and made some simple requests on your mom's behalf. It's fairly nonspecific at the moment because I don't know the details of their finances. So, to get to the heart of the matter, I got a letter yesterday from an attorney that he's hired, which says your dad is basically claiming mental distress from their marriage. It's a countersuit that says he's provided for her and the family and that she hasn't given back either financially or in any capacity as a wife or homemaker to deserve anything. On top of that, there's a separate filing that says she took video of someone in their own home without their knowledge or permission. That's actually a serious offense. Not only is she being sued, but that's the only hard evidence of an extramarital affair, which won't be admissible if this gets complicated. Basically, Tom, you're dad wants to get dirty, and he's hired himself a pit bull attorney." Marie listened with shock and dismay to the words coming through the speakerphone. Tom knew she must be devastated by this turn of events. He felt bad for her. Alexis watched the tears roll down her cheeks. She wished she could hold her, but they were each bound to their current positions. "Are kidding me?" Tom blurted out exasperated. "Look, Aunt Jane, I love my parents, but I never knew my father could be such an asshole. I didn't realize until talking to her yesterday that things were even bad between them. Tell me worst case, how much could this affect my mom?" "Well, worst case, he claims some type of marital neglect that drove him into the arms of another woman, has the tape thrown out, and allows the separate suit to go through on the legality of the tape itself. She gets a nominal amount of money of course for being married for so long, but nothing much. My guess is that if he's really trying to fuck her over then he's hiding assets before this progresses. I haven't been able to freeze their accounts. And if the suit on the tape goes through, she could see jail time and a fine. Although, she has a spotless record so I could probably get the jail time reduced to community service or house arrest or something." Tom's mind was spinning at full speed. He had very little patience for anyone who tried to screw with his life. To say that he was furious was an understatement. He needed more time to think. Tom looked over at his mother, and he could see her shaking. "How good is his lawyer, Aunt Jane? Be honest." Tom asked pensively. "He's really good." She responded. Tom knew by the speed of her answer that this was not a good sign. "So what exactly? He wants to see her? Is that it? Does he want her back? What does it take to get him to stop?" "I'm not sure exactly, Tom. You're mom and I discussed it a lot when she was here earlier this week. I don't know what he wants. I think he's angry that she ended everything so suddenly. I think that hurt his pride. Personally, I know this sounds fucked up, but I think he wants to stay married and have his tart on the side." "He's unwilling to split up their assets at all in case of a divorce?" "If it comes to that, I think he's willing to give her very little." She said. Tom thought for a long minute. "Okay. Do me a favor. Call him, and tell him that she's staying with me. Tell him that I'm trying to get her to come to her senses and go back. Promise him that he'll get his meeting with her. Aunt Jane, promise me you'll play nice. Let him think that you're spooked by this letter. Buy me some time, and I'll figure this out. And e-mail me the letter from his lawyer." It was all he could think of, and he wasn't sure what he'd be able to do. "I am spooked by this letter, Tom. For the sake of my sister's well-being, I'm spooked by it. Because, no offense, but you're father turned out to be a vindictive prick that thinks with his prick. What is being nice going to get your mother? This isn't the time to play nice. And what do you think you can do? I'm the lawyer, Tom. Trust me there's nothing you can do for her now." Tom was reaching a breaking point. "Goddamnit, Jane!" He bellowed. "Don't whine to me about your sister! She's my fucking mother! And what good are you doing besides getting trampled over by some dipshit lawyers instead of protecting her?! What I want you to do is trust me. Hang up the fucking phone, call my fucking father, tell him what I told you to tell him, and then wait for me to figure this out. Are you competent enough to handle that?" There was a long silence while Jane Harmon tried to process everything. She was startled by his tone. "I... but... I don't..." "Aunt Jane," Tom snarled into the phone, "The only thing that should be coming out of your mouth is 'Yes, Sir'." "But... I... yes, Sir." And Tom hung up the phone. ****** Jane Harmon sat in her living room staring at the phone in her hand. It had been an emotional week for her as well. She may have been Marie's younger sister, but she felt protective of her. Marie had married young and started a family. Jane, on the other hand, was more independent. She had worked hard and gone to law school. She worked for a small firm practicing family and divorce law. She didn't think her sister was weak in any way, but she thought Marie had given up on a more exciting life by settling down young. Jane had been married once in her late twenties. It lasted approximately eight months. She never had children, but she did love her nephew. Jane always saw Tom as a sensitive, artistic type. In all honesty, that was his nature before he moved out to the west coast. She thought it was nice that he was pursuing his writing. It was Jane who, more often than not, told Marie to let him find his own path. She considered Tom to be a gentle soul. Suffice it to say, the conversation that Jane just had with her nephew perplexed her on many levels. If anything it left her a bit flushed and speechless. Marie had called her last night to let her know that she arrived safely in Los Angeles. It had been shocking to Jane when Marie said that Tom was doing exceedingly well for himself. It went beyond shocking when she heard that he was not only a published novelist, but a New York Times bestselling novelist. It was mind bending when her sister told her which books he'd actually written. Jane was a single woman at forty eight years old. Her nephew's books had been a pastime for her on lonely nights. She spent all day in court arguing, and she enjoyed coming home and reading about women who submitted. She found something striking in the idea. She fantasized about a man that had the capacity to dominate a woman. She had distaste for rude and cocky assholes. Her fantasy was a man that was masculine, commanding and calculated. The more that Jane thought about everything, the stranger it seemed. Her sister had been inconsolable while she had been staying at her house. Jane had tried everything to make her feel better. Nothing worked, which is why she suggested that Marie fly to Los Angeles for a few days. It seemed unusual when she called in such a chipper mood last night and, more so, when she said she'd be staying for a full month. There was something about Tom that had calmed her. Now, she thought back on this recent conversation. Tom asked poignant questions. He took control of the situation, and it seemed as if he were developing some course of action. These things stirred something inside Jane. It was the way he spoke to her at the end of the call. It was forceful and commanding. It wasn't until she replayed it in her head one last time that she realized the last thing he made her say -- Yes, Sir. Jane gasped at the realization. ****** Tom stood up from his chair and walked over toward his mother. He lifted her chin, and saw her teary eyes. He leaned in and gave her a very sweet, passionate kiss on the lips. "Don't you worry about any of that." He said. "I'm going to figure something out. You are always welcome here. Even if you lose everything else, you won't lose me. Do you understand?" Marie could barely hold it together. "Yes, Sir." "Do you trust me?" he asked. "Oh, yes, Sir." She answered confidently through her tears. Both Alexis and Tom noted that something had changed in her. Despite her bruised and beaten ass, despite the complications in her marital collapse, despite all the emotional turmoil she'd suffered in the last few weeks that answer had seemed particularly sincere. Tom smiled at her again, and then turned his attention to Alexis. The Novelist Pt. 03 Author's note: This story contains themes of incest and BDSM. This can't be read as a stand-alone story. I suggest starting with Part 1 to understand the story progression. Please comment and vote. I love all feedback. ****** Alexis finished straightening up in the kitchen and living room. She hadn't joined everyone else outside. She felt an overwhelming need to express to Sir that she didn't need to relax with the others. She wanted to make it clear that she took her position in this house seriously. Deep down she felt injured by the changes that he had outlined earlier. She realized now that she did want to be treated differently despite what she had told him. On some level, she still knew that she would be special to him, but her need to satisfy him had increased with the new rules. It wasn't about sexually satisfying him; rather it was about satisfying his need for order amidst chaos. She knew that this was one area that would allow her to stand out above the rest of the women. Alexis thought about the last couple years that she had lived in his home. It was a wonderful time in her life. He made her feel special. She had been one of those people that floated from job to job never really feeling like anything suited her properly. Submitting herself to a man gave her a sense of worth for the first time. She wasn't sure if she would feel that way were it any other man. There was just something about Tom that felt right. She never thought it was his success that attracted her to him, although being successful was an attractive trait. It was some other quality, or maybe a few qualities working in concert together, that made him irresistible to her. She had never been jealous or upset by the other women in his life. She really did enjoy that kinkier aspect of her submission. Alexis was worried that her feelings for him were getting away from her, and she began to worry about what would happen if this submissive life came to an end. There was a new complication that she had to figure out, and she worried that it would be poorly received. She was wiping down the dining room table when the phone rang. Alexis jerked upright at the sound of the interruption. The ringer hadn't been turned on in days, and the noise had startled her. She shuffled off into the living room looking for the receiver. It was 9:30pm and it seemed odd that someone would be calling so late. She found the tablet remote and used it to answer the phone. It only allowed her a speaker option. "Good evening." She said as she answered the call. "Who's this?" The voice slurred out through the speaker. "This is Alexis. May I ask..." "Is this Tom Bolden's number or not?" The voice retched. "Yes it is." Alexis said taken aback by the rude voice on the other end. "May I ask who's calling?" "It's his father. Put the little shit on the phone." Alexis bristled realizing that this is the call Sir had been waiting for. He sounded drunk. She knew that Sir would not appreciate hearing from him in this condition. It wasn't her place to voice an opinion. She simply asked his father to wait a moment, pressed the mute button, and went out to the patio. Alexis appeared in the doorway, and eyed Tom sitting a few feet away. Fran was nestled between his legs sucking and licking at his balls. He had a smile on his face, and it pained her to interrupt them. She quietly walked toward him holding the tablet and leaned over whispering in his ear. Tom's eyes opened wide as Alexis' words registered. He jerked the tablet from her hand, and verified the number on the screen. He pushed Fran aside retreating to the kitchen. He set the remote on the counter and took a deep breathe. Then he hit the mute button. "Hello?" "Well look who it is!" His father slurred into the phone. "Who was that answering your phone? I didn't know that Tommy had a girlfriend." His voice dripped with disdain. Tom did his best to gather himself. His father had never been a heavy drinker, and he found it uncomfortable to speak to him in this state. He certainly didn't expect the call to start so contentiously. "I... I didn't know that you did either." "Ha! Look how clever little Tommy is. What? Your old man isn't allowed to get some good pussy? What's wrong? Did mommy run out to California to cry to her little baby? I got a message from her cunt of a sister. I know she's there. Put her on the fucking phone." Tom wanted to be angry, but the reality of everything was unexpectedly overwhelming. He had hoped that when he finally spoke to his father everything would just settle itself out. He had been waiting for this call. But now, he didn't recognize the person on the other end of the line. He was acting cruel and insensitive. Hearing his father's voice just made him want answers. He wanted to know how everything got so fucked up. At its core, Tom was still his son and he couldn't understand his father's cruelty. He was awash in unfamiliar emotions. For the first time in a very long time, Tom Bolden felt completely powerless and weak. "I... but... Dad? Why are you doing this to her? To us?" The tears welled up in his eyes. "Why are you trying to hurt her and strip everything from her?" These weren't the words he had intended on saying when he finally spoke to him. These words just came out reflexively. In his mind he had planned to be calculated and take charge. "Jesus Christ! How the fuck did I raise such a sissy? This is pathetic. Look at you whining... 'but, but, but'... 'oh how could you?'... I should have put my foot down when you said you were moving to LA to become another poor, faggoty writer. I don't owe you shit for explanations. I don't owe anyone anything. I'll live my life the way I want. And if your little prude bitch of a mother doesn't get on the phone or sit down with me soon, I'll make sure she's as penniless as you are." Tom's voice quavered while he fought to hold on to his emotions. "What did I ever do to you? I thought that you..." John Bolden cut him off in a dismissive snap. "Jesus! Shut the fuck up. You have her call me or I'm flying out there to raise high holy hell." With that he hung up the phone. Tom stood with tears rolling down his cheeks. He was angry with himself for being so emotionally affected. He was upset over his inability to control the conversation. Mostly he was devastated by how little his father seemed to think of him. He stood with his hands braced on the edge of the counter. Tom just couldn't understand the change in his father. He had never been a violent or rude man. Something had snapped in him. It was far worse than he had originally assumed. He was furious with him, but he was also deeply pained by the reality of the situation. He looked up and saw Frank standing in the doorway. He'd heard the conversation. Frank knew then that his mind was made up. He needed to help him. He thought that Tom's plan was unattainable, and he noted that despite the young man's intelligence he was thinking about the problem all wrong. Years of practicing law taught him that you didn't always need to out litigate your opponent; it meant you had to make them think you could out litigate them and scare them into a plea. You had to demoralize them. Now this was a more manageable goal that would still require his assistance, although it always stood a chance of failing. "Tom?" Frank said quietly. He saw the young man look up at him with desperate eyes. "Listen to me. You have to crush him. We have to crush him. You heard what he said about you? He doesn't know who you are. He doesn't know what you've accomplished. We'll use it all against him. But... right now... I need you to get your head right." Tom listened to Frank speak. He knew that he was right, but the pain of his father's words still agonized him. He was desperately grasping for some type of control over his emotions. Even Frank could see that they were overwhelming him. Everything had been surreal in the last two days, and he had not let the gravity of the situation weigh on him. It now felt like a crushing weight. Tom needed to break through his devastation and sorrow and move back toward feelings of anger. For any plan to work, he needed to channel his anger into resolve and vigilance. At this moment, he seemed very far from that end goal. ****** Frank walked sullenly back outside. He took a seat on the outdoor sofa and tossed back his glass of wine. Alexis came up and knelt down next to him. She knew something was wrong. She could see it in the look of consternation on his face. Fran looked worried as well. She hadn't heard the whole conversation but bits of it had carried out through the open door. "Is he alright, Frank?" Alexis asked in dismay. "I think that was a serious blow, Alexis." He said carefully. "He didn't take that very well." "Is there anything I can do?" Alexis pleaded for some way to ease his pain. She didn't know how to help him. Marie, Anne and Abby came walking down the path oblivious to the change in mood. Anne had been cleaning the last drops of her husband's cum from Abby's face. Marie sensed it first. She had become very attuned to Alexis' emotions. "What's wrong?" Marie asked. "Sir just spoke to your husband." Alexis said. "He was drunk. It was not a good conversation." Marie's heart broke and she rushed toward the door to console her son. It was Frank that stood up and blocked her path. He would not let her through. He knew that the last person Tom needed to see at this moment was his mother. "Please let me see him." She begged. "Not you, Marie." Frank said sternly. "He needs to work through this on his own." Frank guided her to the sofa and sat her down. Everyone seemed to be at a loss for words. It seemed that nothing in this house functioned without Tom's direction. All of the women, even Frank, needed his guidance. He was the driving force that breathed life into the whole dynamic. He was the one that made the lifestyle seem natural. "Oh merda!" Francesca finally sighed out loud. She stood up and looked at the sad bunch. She took a few deep breathes and then brought her hands up to her breasts and twisted her nipples painfully hard. She scrunched her face as the pain shot through her breasts. Then she walked into the house to everyone's surprise. ****** Tom still sat in the same position resting up against the counter. His mind reeled as he tried to accept the deterioration of his family. His father had suffered some midlife crisis. His mother had broken down and submitted to her son. Tom wasn't sure if any of the choices that led him to this moment were the right ones. Maybe if he had told them about his success then none of this would have happened. Maybe his success would have reinvigorated their marriage. Maybe it would have given them something to be proud of together. He knew that it was useless to think of how things might have been different. It was what it was. It saddened him. He looked up as he heard feet padding into the kitchen. Francesca had marched inside rather determined and headed in his direction. He didn't want to talk to her right now. He didn't want to talk to anyone at all. Tom just wanted to go to his bedroom and hide from everything. Francesca walked right up beside him. He stood upright and looked at her gathering the strength to tell her to leave when, instead of kneeling down at his feet, she slapped him hard across the face. "What the fuck!" Tom bellowed out so loudly that it alerted everyone on the porch. They gathered near the door close enough to see without being noticed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Francesca looked up at him again as his eyes narrowed in anger at her actions. She felt her stomach flutter as her nerves acted up in alarm. Then she took her hand and slapped it hard across his face again. Francesca stomped her foot in her quintessentially, feisty Italian way, and stated in all seriousness. "Fuck me!" He looked at her and seethed. She banged her hand down on the counter next to him in a mini tantrum, much same way that she had when she first met Marie. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Tom's sadness vanished instantly as he reached forward grabbing onto each of her nipples and twisting them between his fingers. She squealed in pain even though she knew it was coming. Tom liked to torture her nipples when she misbehaved. He pushed her to her knees, hooked his fingers into her cunt and pulled her ass upward as he pushed her torso forward to floor. He took his bare foot and pressed it against her cheek squeezing her face into the ground. "You insolent little slut!" He growled. "Is this what you wanted?" Francesca couldn't move her face to look at him, but she shifted her glare to the corner of her eyes just enough to see him. "Yes, Sir. Precisamente!" The words came out distorted with his foot partially covering her mouth. Her agreement angered him more. Tom reached up grabbing the only thing in his reach -- a wooden spoon. He pulled her ass up so high with the hand buried inside her pussy that her knees began to lift off the ground. He held out the spoon and battered her ass with an endless series of swats. It wasn't a preferred tool for the punishment, but he made up for the lack of sting with the quantity of blows. He made sure it reddened regardless. Tom dropped his pants grabbing his erection. It looked solid and mean. He crouched down behind her and slammed himself into her incredibly hard. Francesca was only slightly moist from having his fingers inside her. She would have preferred that he open her up slowly. She was too stubborn a woman to let him hear her shriek. Her eyes went wide as he split her open. Her shock was only evident to the women on the porch who looked on in horror and amazement at the unusual act of defiance from the mature Italian woman. Tom reached forward and grabbed a clump of her hair and pulled her head back. She could hear his deep, enraged breathes. He wrapped his left hand under her waist and slowly stood up with Francesca impaled helplessly in the air. He walked her forward and dropped her down onto the kitchen table, and began to fuck her with such force that she couldn't help but grunt as he plumbed her depths. Tom grabbed onto her ass spreading her olive toned cheeks and using the leverage to fuck her harder than he'd fucked any woman. It was so forceful that the table inched forward sliding across the floor with each thrust until it butted up against the far wall. Francesca was certain that he would be brutal. Deep down she had been upset that the night had progressed without as much as an orgasm for her. She had been so thorough with his mother yesterday, and so careful to put together an exquisite meal for his guests. She felt that she deserved to be fucked. Not that she was displeased with the evening, but she was increasingly worried it wouldn't end the way she had hoped. She was not going to let a phone call from his father get in the way of her well-deserved pleasure. Everyone had seemed so forlorn over his emotional reaction, but Francesca just did the only thing that occurred to her. She snapped him out of his sadness and ensured that she'd get her due. Francesca enjoyed a hard fucking. What she couldn't have known was just how hard it would be. Tom was not just fucking her hard because of her insolence. He was fucking out all the emotional turmoil in his heart. Francesca now wondered if she could handle it. Her pussy began to gush with the continued onslaught. He was driving her toward an incredible orgasm. Each thrust was painfully hard, but his cock was stimulating her regardless creating a very conflicting set of sensations. When it finally washed over her she couldn't get out any words. She just squealed like a stuck pig. Usually he'd slow down after she came, but Tom just fucked her harder bringing her into a second and then a third. Francesca had never felt so dominated in her entire life. Finally, he grunted and stopped. She breathed heavily as she hung over the table. Tom walked around the table grabbing her hair and shoving his cock straight into her throat. She gurgled and choked on his length as he forced it deep and assaulted her airway. Tom got off on hearing her struggle. 'Glug. Glug. Glug.' That was the only sound in the room apart from their labored breathing. She coughed up a thick, gooey strand of saliva that dripped obscenely from her mouth to his cock. Her eyes were watery smeared circles as she struggled to catch her breath. To Tom's surprise, no matter how hard he tried to make it difficult for Francesca, she still managed to stick out her tongue and rub the underside of his cock in an effort to please him. She kept her eyes upward looking at him, letting him know that it was okay. She was taunting him with her willingness to be used. Tom still wasn't pleased. So he slid back around behind her and took his saliva covered cock and squeezed it into her tight asshole. Francesca finally howled as he stretched her ass. He began pumping her again. He had put in so much effort to brutalize each hole that he had worked up a solid sweat. She could feel the beads dripping from his face and landing on her back. He rarely fucked her ass, and it seemed particularly sensitive. She was building up to another orgasm. She didn't usually cum anally although she enjoyed getting fucked that way. Tom didn't say a thing. He just grunted and pounded into her. What started off as a small squeak from Francesca began to crescendo into a loud moaning expression of pain and pleasure. Tom pounded her harder still, refusing to relent even for a moment. Finally she exploded so hard that her pussy leaked onto the floor. He slammed into her a few more times and let out the most primal, guttural roar that echoed through the house. And then he pushed deep and drained his balls into her ass. Tom stepped back still breathing heavily from the energy he had exerted. He admired his work. She was laid out limply, not moving except for the rise and fall of her chest. Her pussy drooled thick strands of her own cum. After a moment, he regained a steady breath. Dominating a woman made him feel calm. He finally felt like he was regaining control. He looked toward the door seeing the onlookers. "Marie!" He shouted. "Come in here." Marie nervously walked through the doors and approached her son. She was awestruck by how ravaged he left Fran. His body coated in a sheen of sweat. She dropped down to her knees looking up at him expectantly. Tom reached down and caressed her cheek. "Do you know how much I love you?" He asked thinking back briefly to the conversation with his father. Tom now knew what she was dealing with, and he knew how difficult the last week must have been. "Yes, Sir." She said smiling at his kind words. "Clean me off." He stated as he lifted his cock to her mouth. Marie didn't hesitate. His display of domination and power over Francesca had certainly amazed her, but it also made her feel like there was no more capable Dominant than her son. She had never in her life seen someone fucked quite like that. She took him into her mouth and sucked his length cleaning him thoroughly. She took great care to execute his request perfectly. This, she thought kneeling before him, is where she belonged. Tom lifted her up and sat her down in a kitchen chair. She winced as her ass pressed in to the hard surface of the seat. Fran stirred in front of them. "Have you ever licked another woman's pussy?" He asked. "No, Sir." She said nervously. "Well... Fran needs to be cleaned. Be gentle. Show her how thankful you are for yesterday." Tom scooted her chair up close. He lifted Fran's legs onto the table with her knees spread wide letting her ass hang low over the edge. Marie's face sat inches from her gaping holes. She didn't dare ask a question or show hesitation. The Novelist Pt. 03 ****** Tom walked back out to the patio. The other women just stared at his presence. He seemed more powerful to them. Now that he had taken a moment to calm himself, Tom wasn't upset with Fran at all. He was thankful to her for snapping him out of his funk, and grateful to have gotten a grip on his emotions. He dismissed the girls so he could have some time alone with Frank. Frank watched him pour another glass of wine and sip it quietly. There was something about his dominance that seemed woven into his success in life. Frank always assumed that being successful was the driving factor that led him to be a capable Dominant. Now he realized he may have had it backwards. It was being a Dominant that allowed him to be so successful. Or maybe they weren't mutually exclusive at all, and one couldn't exist without the other. Either way, he had watched the young man vent his sorrow with a single assertive act. Now, Tom sat there across from him as if nothing had affected him. It seemed that he could compartmentalize his emotions in a way that was uncanny. For a brief moment, Frank wondered if that ability was something to be envied or pitied. "I apologize for that." Tom finally said. He had been angry with himself, but, not dissimilar from other missteps he had made in life, he just made a silent promise to never let it happen again and then moved on. "Don't. There's no need." Frank replied in earnest. "I'm sorry for not offering to help right away. I should have known that you wouldn't have come to me if you had other options. It's just not how you operate." Tom looked up at Frank with fire in his eyes. It was a look that not even Frank had seen in him. It made him feel uneasy. Had he not watched Tom falter earlier he wouldn't have known his resolve had been shaken, even if it were only for a brief moment. "You heard him?" Tom asked. "I did." "That's not the man I grew up with. I don't know who that was, but he's a cocky fuck." Tom spat. "It's that little slut, you know. He got a taste of some young, hot thing and he let it change him. He let it go to his head." "Yes. I think that's it precisely." Frank said. "What are you thinking?" "I'm going to take it from him." Tom stated simply. "Now, what can I do about his lawyer?" Frank sat back and thought for a moment. "I have a friend on the bar association. I'll have to meet him in person. I believe he might be able to convince his lawyer to step aside. We'll see. Look, Tom, you're not going to be able to scare off every lawyer in the state. It's unreasonable. You just need to show him that you have muscle to flex. He's flying high right now. All we have to do is clip his wings. Once he's back on the ground, he'll be vulnerable. That's when you strike. It's about timing." "I want to be exact." Tom said. "I want him to fall hard." "He has no idea of your success?" "None." "How is that even possible?" "I like my privacy. There was no need to tell him or my mother. She only found out yesterday." "Well it's just another thing to add to the confusion. You can use that to your advantage." Tom sat back for a moment and took another sip of his wine. He smirked. "I want to move quickly." "How quickly?" Frank asked. "I'll buy a ticket to fly out tomorrow." "Tomorrow's Friday. I need to meet my old associate at his office. I can only do that on a weekday." Frank thought for a moment. "Can you be ready to go early in the morning?" "Of course." "Let me see if I can handle the transportation." Frank stood up and stepped away to make a call. Tom leaned back into the soft cushions and relit his cigar. He let his mind wander through the possible outcomes. He closed his eyes and thought very carefully. He needed to be exact. ****** Marie had brought her mouth forward inhaling the scent of Fran's pussy. She had to admit that for someone that never had a lesbian thought a day in her life, she was certainly beginning to enjoy other women. She stuck out her tongue and licked her ass first. She savored the taste of her son's seed. It made her wet to taste it. She leaned forward again and let her tongue dip inside her searching for more. She looked up when she heard the other women enter the kitchen. They came and sat down at the table with her. Fran was still a bit out it. Abby reached out and touched her face stirring her back to reality. "Are you okay, Fran?" She asked timidly. She was still getting used to being so comfortable with her employer. They all looked at her with worried expressions. She had taken an awfully brutal fucking. Fran focused on Abby and Alexis. Then she smiled a funny, crooked smile. "You see," Fran whispered weakly, "he's all better now, yes? No more sadness. I fixed it." "It's more like he fixed you." Anne laughed. "He fixed the shit out of you." Fran tried to laugh, but her laugh turned into a moan as she felt Marie's tongue run through the folds of her pussy. The coos coming from the attractive woman gave confidence to Marie who wasn't sure if she was any good at satisfying a woman. She closed her eyes and thought of Alexis and Abby licking her slit. She remembered the sensations vividly. Marie let her tongue recreate the images in her mind. Francesca began to squirm in delight at the sensitive, soft touch of Sir's mother. Alexis stepped away from the bunch. She enjoyed being with these women, but her place was by Sir's side. She wished to be there now. The French doors to the patio were closed. He had asked for privacy, but it pained her to be apart from him. She walked carefully to the door and thought about opening it. Then she dropped down next to it, placed her hands on her knees, and waited for him to return. The others had not even noticed her movement. ****** The backdoor finally opened a little while later. Anne and Abby knelt down next to the table, but Marie still had her face buried in Fran's rear. The men walked inside deep in conversation. Tom stopped next Alexis. It wasn't lost on him that she had waited apart from the other women. He reached down pulling her head against his thigh and lovingly stroked her hair. His touch felt like home to her and she leaned into him enjoying the caress. "So it's either the Schenectady County Airport or the Saratoga County Airport." Frank was saying. "I tried to get in to Albany, but they can't get a flight plan approved in time." "Saratoga is ideal for me." Tom stated. "That's exactly where I need be, but it's not a far drive from Schenectady so either is fine." "No, no. If that's easier for you then we'll do that. It doesn't make a difference in the commute to Albany. I'll let them know, and I'll get you the tail number on the plane as soon as they send it." "That's great. I still need to get in touch with my friend and make sure he can book me an appointment. I'd like to bring Alexis if that's alright." "I don't see a problem with that." Frank said. Tom finally brought his attention back to the room. He watched as his mother continued to lick Fran's pussy. He was surprised that she hadn't stopped yet. From the look of it, Fran was a quivering mess on top of the table. "Marie! I think she's clean." Tom chided her. His mother looked up at him glistening with saliva and cum. She was a little embarrassed by the way he had said it. She wondered if she had enjoyed fulfilling his request more than he intended her to. She certainly enjoyed it more than she expected. "Sorry, Sir." She said as she slipped to the floor. Her movements were getting a little more fluid. Although she had nowhere near the grace of Alexis, she had still improved remarkably over the course of the day. "Fran? How do you feel?" He asked. Fran couldn't get a word out. She just looked up with the widest, giddy grin he had ever seen. Tom nodded approvingly. It was a good enough answer for him. "You can still stay the night, but I have to leave early in the morning now. I apologize." He said. "Alexis, take Fran up to my bedroom. Marie, go clean yourself up and get some rest." "Yes, Sir." They said scrambling to their feet. "Frank, would you drop Abby off on your way home?" "Sure." He said. "Good. I'll see you in a few hours." With that the room cleared out and everyone went their separate ways. Tom stayed behind for a moment and placed a call to a childhood friend in Saratoga Springs, New York. He had details to work out for the next day, and it was imperative he did this right without delay. He couldn't afford to let this carry on much longer. It bothered him that he let his women see him vulnerable. He needed to eliminate these problems. ****** Marie looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her face was still covered in Francesca's cum. She didn't recognize the woman staring back at her. It was not the timid, conservative mother that had flown out here a couple days ago. This woman was care-free and liberal and discovering herself in new ways with every passing moment. She reached up and touched her collar. She liked the way it looked. More importantly, she liked the way she felt while she was wearing it. She twisted the handle on the faucet letting the water run. Marie had never felt so sexually alive in her entire life. It was as if she couldn't think of anything else. She reached up and unbuckled her collar setting it aside on the counter. She inhaled deeply smelling the Italian woman's scent still fresh on her face. How could she have enjoyed that so much, she thought to herself. The longer she stayed in this place the further she seemed to fall into this strange and satisfying lifestyle. She wondered why she didn't just pick up and go. But, the things that she was made to do in the last forty-eight hours -- the things that she did so willingly -- she needed them. More and more she found it harder to question the needs she felt inside. She wished she could rationalize everything that happened since her arrival. It was easier for her to just accept it and not think too much. Marie thought briefly of the conversation she heard when Frank and Sir had come back inside. They were planning a trip to the very place she so desperately escaped a short time ago. She knew that her husband had said something to Sir tonight that deeply troubled him. It scared her. She didn't want him to make that trip alone, yet he hadn't invited her to come along. She tried to shake the uneasy feeling in her belly that a storm was coming to lay waste to their family structure. It seemed that their discussion this evening was just the storm surge before the storm itself. She glanced back at the collar and remembered what her place was in her new family. Her's was not to question, but to obey. She let out a deep sigh relieved that it didn't have to be her concern. She trusted her son completely. Marie washed her face and brushed her teeth. She turned to take a quick shower before bed. It was then that she looked back and saw the bruises on her ass. She gasped softly at how truly angry they appeared. They didn't feel as painful as they looked. The sting had dissipated this afternoon. It was no longer a sharp pain, but a dull sensitive reminder to do as she was told. Marie glanced up at her face noticing her smile. She hadn't realized that she'd been smiling at all. It had been such a long time since she wore a genuine look of happiness. She stepped into the shower and washed off her remaining cares. ****** After a brief conversation with his friend, Erik, who had been slightly annoyed at the disturbance in the middle of the night, Tom gathered his clothes and climbed the stairs. He was excited at the opportunity to see him. It had been a long while since Tom had gone home. Erik was the type of person that was always available for a friend. Despite a course personality, he never missed calling on a holiday or birthday to offer well wishes. As Tom reached the upstairs hallway, he was greeted by a prone Alexis waiting outside his bedroom door. He smiled and his heart melted. Part of him felt bad about the bruise across her breasts from the crop this morning. She had gotten swept up in such an unfortunate and confusing set of events. Tom noted how well she seemed to have handled herself though. He was pleased that she had brought his mother to see Stephen. He realized that she was struggling to maintain perfection despite the fact her needs had not been met as thoroughly as usual. Tom reached down and guided her up. He wrapped his strong arms around her and hugged her tight. "I can't imagine my life without you in it." He whispered softly in her ear. "Everything is going to work out. It's going to be a bit crazy for a little while longer. I don't want you to question how important you are to me." Alexis nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. It was exactly what she needed to hear from him. She pulled her head back for a moment looking at him with her blue eyes. "Sir, can I say something and you'll promise not to get mad or let it change anything?" Tom could tell by her look that she was scared to say it. Somehow it seemed important for her to get it out. "I can't promise any..." Alexis pressed her fingers gently against his lips stopping him before he finished. And then she let it slip out. "I love you, Sir. I mean that I am absolutely in love with you... since... forever." A flash of nervousness filled her gaze after she said it. She feared he'd think less of her, or that he'd let it affect their life together. Tom reached up brushing back a lock of her blonde hair that had slipped down covering part of her face. "Lexi..." He said letting her words sink in. "Let me hear you say 'I'm in love with you, Tom.'" "No!" She said drawing her eyes away from him shyly. "I couldn't." That name seemed so foreign to her. She didn't feel comfortable saying it in front of him. She felt him reach down and squeeze her hands lightly letting her know it was okay. She slowly lifted her gaze back to his. She fluttered her lashes once and then looked him directly in the eyes. "Thomas Bolden, since the day we met you've been my one true love. I'm in love with you, Tom, forever and always." "Even if we were poor? Even if we had to live on the streets in a cardboard box?" "Even if we had to live in a shoe." She smiled. "Like Mother Goose? The nursery rhyme?" "I'll even wear the bonnet and shawl and hunch over like an old British lady from the countryside." "You'd do that for me? That could be very sexy." He said. "I'd do anything for you. Anything at all." Tom just looked at her like his whole world was standing there right in front of him. "I'm so very in love with you too, Lexi." In that moment he wondered why the words had never escaped his lips before. It was perhaps the truest and most sincere thing he had ever spoken. "There's no one else in this world that can make me as happy as you do. I'll never let you go." Alexis leapt onto him wrapping hear legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She leaned in and kissed him with the most intense passion. She pulled her head back and looked at him. "I've always known it, Sir." She thought her heart would explode out of her chest. Then she said in a flash of seriousness, "Don't let it change anything, Sir. I like our life. I like this life. I love my dominant man." "Come on." He said setting her down. "We have a very big day tomorrow." "Sir?" She said nervously tugging him back toward her. "I need to talk to you about something else... something really important." "Not right now, Lexi. I don't want anything to ruin this moment." She was filled with such happiness as she followed him into his bedroom, but it was evident that there was still something bothering her. ****** Francesca was stretched out over Sir's king size bed still wearing that atypical, crooked smile. She had never seen the inside of his bedroom before. To her it felt like the ultimate gift to be allowed into his personal sanctum. She pressed her face into his pillow smelling his scent. It was so masculine and arousing to her. It seemed that yesterday and today had been worth it after all. She felt bad for slapping him, but he had turned around and fucked her better than she'd ever been fucked. The other girls had thought he had injured her. Her pussy and her ass were definitely sore, but, for Francesca it was the most satisfying sexual experience of her life. Tom may have been fifteen years her junior, but he had fucked her like a man -- dominant, confident, forceful and complete. She knew that he was planning something for tomorrow. He seemed apologetic for having to leave early in the morning. Francesca had been married a few times and slept with her fair share of men. None offered her the satisfaction that she got from Tom. They either treated her too nicely or too poorly, but Tom made her submit and earn her pleasure and then he delivered it with adept skill. It was a combination that ignited passion inside her. So, she was satisfied to be granted the pleasure of sleeping next to him for however long it lasted. The door opened and Tom strolled in with his natural ease. She saw Alexis follow behind him, but it didn't bother her at all. She had a great respect for Alexis. He tossed his clothes into the hamper and then climbed up onto the bed. He bent down bringing his lips to her nipples and sucked them gently. Fran's nipples were extremely sensitive. Tom often used them to punish her, but on occasion he used them to offer her immense pleasure. He nibbled on her thick nubs biting them just hard enough and then licking them lightly coursing pleasure through her. "Fran, we can't keep him up late tonight." Alexis said softly. She pulled Tom away from her laying him back on the bed. "Help me take care of him." Alexis crawled between his legs and sucked his balls into her mouth massaging them lightly with her tongue. Fran joined her taking his limp length into her mouth. It was the only time Fran had ever been able to swallow his entire cock. The two women very gently tended to him. After a few minutes they looked up and saw that he drifted into sleep. Alexis knew then that he must have been exhausted. Alexis slipped silently from the bed. She stepped into the closet and began pulling out a set of clothes for him for the next day. She pulled out a bag and dropped in a few necessities including some things for herself. Fran just sat and quietly stared at the sereneness of his sleeping form. She had always seen him move with such purpose. Now she admired how beautiful he looked at rest. She pulled the covers up from the bottom of the bed covering him, and she snuggled up alongside his warm body and rested her head on his chest and slept. ****** Tom had forgotten to set the alarm. He awoke to Francesca tugging on his balls with her lips. He stirred from his slumber and looked down realizing that he had fallen asleep as they went down on him. He smiled seeing Fran between his legs picking up where she had left off. She looked up at him with her lips wrapped around his sack and then pulled her head back letting them escape her mouth with a small wet pop. "Good morning, Sir. You need to get going. I just wanted to say thank you." She slid her bare breasts up his torso and planted a kiss on his lips. "Good morning to you too, Fran. Please sleep in, and stay as long as you want." He glanced at the clock and realized that he did need to get moving. He hopped off the bed, trudged into the bathroom and joined Alexis who was already in the shower. She pulled him in, and soaped up his body paying particular attention to his nether region. He was beginning to sense a change in her. The words they exchanged last night were long overdue, but he was not sure what they meant. Of course he knew their basic meaning. He just wasn't sure how they could move forward and not let things change between them. Neither of them wanted change, but sometimes change comes regardless. The Novelist Pt. 03 Tom was thankful to see that she had already set out some clothing for him as he dried himself off. He slid on a pair of jeans, a light Lacoste ultra-thin, cotton hoodie and a pair of John Varvatos boat shoes. He threw an additional item or two into Alexis' small carryon bag. He went into the back of his closet and found his red Mountainsmith climbing pack and slung it over his shoulder. Alexis emerged from her room and met him in the hallway. She wasn't sure what they were doing today exactly, although she had gleaned that they would be flying to upstate New York. Alexis was excited at the prospect of seeing where he grew up. She was learning more about his childhood in the last two days than she had in the last two years. She had packed four changes of clothing in her indecision. She had chosen to wear a casual knee length cream colored skirt and a sleeveless, knit ivory top. It was simple, but lovely the way it accentuated her body. They made their way downstairs startled to find Marie kneeling in the kitchen. "Jesus, mom!" Tom blurted out. "You nearly gave me a heart attack. What are you doing up?" "I want to come with you, Sir." She said. "You can't go back there by yourself." Tom considered the added complication. He knew that she wanted to be there to protect him. Some part of her wanted to shield him from the burden of dealing with her problems. The trip was meant to be fast, and he didn't know what he would do with her tagging along. He reluctantly agreed. Marie disappeared into her bedroom and returned with a small bag that she had already packed. Tom guided the women out to his car, and they were soon on their way. It was 3:45am in the morning and the roads were empty. It took no time at all to get on to the 101 freeway and speed toward Van Nuys. Tom pulled off the freeway and navigated a few small surface streets before coming down a road with access to the private hangars. He checked his phone again for the exact address. By the time they were parked, he could already see Frank waiting outside next to the tarmac. Tom walked up to him with the ladies in tow. "Hey Frank, how're we doing?" "They're just pulling our bird out now." He said nodding to the hangar behind him. Tom heard the whir of the engines as they started up, and he watched in awe as a Gulfstream V private jet pulled out of the hangar doors onto the tarmac. "How did I not know you had this?" Tom asked while the craft inched forward. "First of all, I don't own this, Tom. Our firm pays a fee to have access to a jet when we need one. Secondly, I've never told you because everyone that does know about it constantly asks to use it. This isn't exactly cheap. You should be happy I'm not billing you for it." "Well," Tom grinned. "I know about it now." He turned to Alexis and Marie. "Ladies, our chariot awaits." Frank just scowled at his comment. "We're flying in that?" Marie asked confused. Alexis just shrugged her shoulders. They were equally surprised. The cabin door opened and they climbed the stairs into the extremely comfortable and spacious interior. The front of the cabin had four large plush leather seats, two facing forward and two facing backward creating a social sitting area. Beyond that was a dining table with four more seats, and a wet bar along the side of the cabin. In the rear of the plane were two additional fully reclining seats facing backwards toward a bench seat that reclined outward into a full size bed. Next to the bench was a door to a comfortable bathroom. The plane was outfitted with a few LCD television screens and Wi-Fi internet service. The inlay and details of the interior were done in a maple wood trim. The captain and co-pilot waited outside the cockpit to welcome them aboard. "This is amazing, Sir!" Marie said truly taken aback by the comfort. "I've never flown in anything like it." "Neither have I." Tom said. They made their way in and sat down preparing for takeoff. A short while later they were at cruising altitude on their way to Saratoga. Frank had made himself comfortable at the small table with his laptop working on some deals for his other clients. Tom had taken a moment to walk around the cabin. Alexis came over to him and shed her clothing kneeling down. "I'm ready to join the mile high club, Sir." She said smiling. "Is that so?" Tom had never had sex in an airplane and he had to admit that the prospect was exciting. Marie joined them and shed her clothing as well. She had wrapped her collar around her neck. "Come with me." He said making his way toward the rear of the plane. He took out his red backpack and dumped the contents on a seat. Among other things he had various lengths of rope. He pulled Marie to her feet and had her stand in the open space between the rear chairs and the bench seat. "Let me show you how to do this, Alexis. I want you to learn." Tom was referring to Kinbaku rope bondage. The Japanese term translated to 'tight binding' and referred to the intricate rope designs used in tying up the human form. He knew that Alexis had been handling the other women when he wasn't around, and it occurred to him that maybe she had a knack for dominance. He took out a thirty foot length of five millimeter gauge, nylon rope and handed it to her. She looked at the unwieldy amount. "We're going to do a breast harness." Tom said. "We'll need to start with a lark's head loop. Double the rope." He instructed. Alexis matched the loose ends of the rope together halving the length. Tom showed her how to wrap it around Marie just under her breasts passing the matching loose ends through loop at the midway point on her back and pulling them back around her body once more in the opposite direction. It created two loops around her body with the doubled rope. Alexis had seen him tie this type of harness before, but he had never shown her how it was done. She took the ends and wrapped another loop just above the breasts and passed them through the Lark's head on her back again pulling it taught. Then he had her take the loose ends and bring one over each of Marie's shoulders and pass them around the rope running above her breasts and down her sternum under the ropes below her breasts. Then he took the ends together and pulled them up cinching the ropes together squeezing Marie's breasts into a simple harness. He showed her how to bring it back over Marie's shoulders and tie the length off on the knot on her back. Alexis had to admit that it felt like an art form the way he contemplated each maneuver. The whole act seemed highly erotic. She wondered why he was teaching her. The way his hands guided hers made her moisten. Marie, on the other hand, had never felt anything quite like this before. The nylon rope felt so naughty against her skin. When he cinched the rope it squeezed her breasts in such an enticing fashion. He hadn't stopped there though. Tom had continued to tie her off lifting each breast and wrapping a tight rope around it forcing it into a perfectly round shape. She could see her breasts discolor slightly as they took on a bluish tint. He had pulled her arms behind her back tying her forearms together. He then tied them off to the original lark's head knot securing them along the center of her back. Then he knelt her down and tied her thighs off to the sides of the cabin keeping her legs spread as wide as they would go. He tied her ankles off to the side as well preventing her legs from moving at all. Her head rested on the bench seat while the rest of her was bound tightly, exposing her in the most obscene manner. They sat back briefly and looked at her tied helplessly in the back of the plane. "Did you like tying her up?" He asked. "Yes, Sir. It's so cathartic." Tom liked her response. That's exactly how he felt about it. It was relaxing and conducive to self-reflection. It allowed him to purge his emotions into an artful act. "Lick her pussy." Tom said and he watched Alexis crawl between her legs and begin lapping away at Marie's bald slit. Tom pulled out his cock and knelt behind Alexis and pushed himself inside her slowly. She moaned out it Marie's pussy. He grabbed her slim waist and began thrusting himself into her in careful, slow, long strokes. He didn't want to go fast or fuck her hard. He wanted to enjoy feeling every inch of her while he pushed into her. He kept a steady pace as he watched Marie cum on Alexis' tongue. After ten minutes, he felt her contract and cum on him. Tom stood up and had Alexis sit off to the side. He stepped up behind Marie. "How does it feel?" He asked her. "So hot, Sir. So sexy." She panted. Tom ran his fingers along her slit. "Who owns this body?" "You do, Sir." She said as he continued to rub her pussy causing her to wriggle in her restraints. "I want to claim the rest of it." Tom spit on his hand to add a little more lubrication to his cock. He knelt down and very, very slowly he pushed his cock into Marie's ass. He took extra care to be gentle allowing her to adjust to the intrusion little by little. She had let out a yelp as the head of his cock first pushed into her. Tom was patient, and after a little more time he had pressed in almost half his length and he began to rock in and out of her at a comfortable pace for both of them. "Where's my cock, mom?" He asked. It felt wrong to Marie to hear him call her by that name while he was inside her. Once again, the feeling of wrongness just increased her feelings of want and need. "It's in my ass, Sir." She said amazed at how the words seemed to surge pleasure through her body when she spoke them. "Say it again." He said. "Tell me what I'm doing." Marie panted. His cock was sliding in and out of her with ease now that she had adjusted to his girth. "You're fucking my ass, Sir. You're fucking mommy in the ass." She was so incredibly tight that he barely lasted long at all. He poured out the first load of the day deep into her bowels. Although the experience hadn't allowed Marie too much enjoyment, she still groaned out loud as she felt the warm spray inside her. It was a sensation that she'd never felt before. Alexis crawled up on one of the reclining seats and fell back asleep. Tom left his mother tied up and leaking a thick stream of his cum while he pulled out his tablet and began to go through his e-mail. Marie just felt like a little slut -- helpless, bound and stretched. She could feel the wet stream leaking down from her ass, across her pussy and down her inner thighs. It was so naughty and wrong. She thought if someone as much as breathed on her clit that she'd cum. Nobody did. She knelt impatiently wishing for another release that never came. ****** It was around 10:00am in the morning when the captain's voice had chimed in over the intercom announcing that they were about a half hour out of Saratoga. They had made good time, due in part to decent weather and a strong Jetstream. Tom had untied his mother after about an hour of watching her restrained. They had rolled the bench seat flat into a bed and fallen asleep together. Tom stood up and stretched his arms and his legs and then raised the blinds on one of the rear windows. The flight path had brought them across Pennsylvania, and turned north near the border of New Jersey approaching Saratoga from the south. It was flying up alongside the Catskill Mountains over the Hudson valley toward the Adirondack Mountains further north. Tom enjoyed seeing the thick green canopy of the forest below. It was always a nostalgic feeling for him when he came home. Saratoga Springs was not a very populous city. It had history dating back to the English settlers, who moved into the area shortly after the English army had built Fort Saratoga. The Iroquois Indians had long believed that the natural mineral deposits in the local springs had healing properties, and it was the mineral springs that had birthed the tourism industry that still dominated the economy today. It was a lovely little metropolis, and Tom enjoyed his childhood there. Alexis stirred in her seat and then came over sitting on his lap and looked out the window. She'd never been to the northeast. She had grown up for a large part of her childhood in Georgia before her parents moved to Santa Barbara, California when she was a young teenager. The plane was beginning its decent and the forested hills grew larger as they approached. "It's beautiful, Sir." She said placing a kiss on his forehead. "I had no idea." Tom rubbed her back and contemplated his plan for the day. Erik had sent him an e-mail letting him know that he was able to book an appointment, with a little difficulty, at two o'clock. Frank was heading straight into Albany when they landed, and planned to meet them back at the airport at ten o'clock this evening. That would give them a bit of time this morning, and hopefully it would give him some time in the afternoon to meet up with his friend. "Sir?" Alexis said softly. "About that thing I wanted to talk to you about last night. I..." Marie opened her eyes blinking them repeatedly while she adjusted to the light coming in from the window. "Are we here?" She asked groggily. "Almost." Tom replied turning his attention back to Alexis. "Yes? What about it? You needed to talk to me about something important, right?" Alexis looked over at Marie who was reaching back and touching the dried mess on her ass. "It's okay, Sir. We can talk about it some other time." The three of them straightened themselves up, dressed and then strapped into their seats and prepared to land. The plane came to a stop about ten minutes later at the end of a small runway. Tom had driven passed this airport many times, but never gave it much thought. He had always flown commercially via Albany. He reveled in the luxury of landing such a short distance from his home town. It was unbelievable to think that with the resources one could decide to take a trip in the late evening and then have landed on the other side of the country such a short time later. ****** Tom and Frank stepped out of the plane into the hot, humid summer weather with the girls following close behind. The sun was bathing the trees in its golden rays. They shuffled down the steps and made their way towards the counter in the charter office. They each picked up a set of keys for two rental cars that had been delivered at their request. "Look, Frank." Tom said as they walked out to the parking lot. "I'm beyond grateful. If it seems awkward at all when you meet your old associate then I don't want you to press the issue. I'm not looking to get you in any kind of trouble or uncomfortable situation." "We'll see how it goes." Frank replied. "It's been at least six years since I've even been back in Albany. The trip alone is a nice getaway from LA. I'll call you as soon as I know anything. Alright?" "Yeah." Tom said. "That sounds good. Good luck today." "You too." Frank climbed into his sedan and pulled out heading toward the I-87 south for a straight shot down to Albany. Tom watched him drive out into the distance, and hoped beyond all else that he would be able to figure out a way to help. Tom loaded his bags into the car. Alexis sat in the passenger seat excitedly while Marie situated herself in the back. Tom started the ignition and pulled out on to County Road 43 toward Saratoga Springs. "Where are we going, Sir?" Alexis asked as she took in her surroundings. "Well." Tom said. "We've got some time. I'm open to suggestions." Marie fidgeted in the back seat. "Sir, would you... um... mind driving by his office? If his car is there I wouldn't mind stopping back by the house to grab some things. I hadn't planned on staying in Los Angeles for more than a few days." ****** John Bolden was a mid-level executive at a manufacturing plant that produced aluminum cans and glass jars for bottling companies. He had started out as a line worker on the factory floor right out of high school when he first married Marie. John had worked his way up slowly, and over the course of nearly twenty-five years he had earned himself a decent position and a respectable salary. He had a deep respect for a solid work ethic, and tended to hold a more conservative viewpoint when it came to pulling one's self up by the their bootstraps. Tom was uncomfortable as they pulled into the parking lot of the small office building situated a few hundred yards from the plant itself. They drove slowly along a row of cars until Marie spotted his Ford Explorer parked in the next row over. Tom knew that his dad was inside, and he seethed remembering the harsh words he had slurred out in his drunken stupor last night. He was surprised that his father even made it to work. Tom assumed he would be at home nursing a nasty hangover. Tom sped away as quickly as possible not wanting to think about the inevitable confrontation that was coming sometime in the near future. He weaved through the suburban neighborhoods on the outskirts of the city before pulling up to his childhood home. He parked on the street in front of the house and waited for his mom to gather some belongings. Alexis escorted Marie into the quaint one story house that sat tucked into a small grove of trees. She was very excited to see the home where Sir had grown up. She climbed the steps to the porch and smiled at the hand painted sign hanging above the door knocker that read 'Home Is Where The Heart Is'. It seemed so sweet to her. Then she felt a small pang of sadness knowing that there wasn't much heart left in this home anymore. She stepped inside and admired the living room. It had such a country feel to it. There were pictures of Tom as a child filling the various surfaces. Alexis thought he looked adorable. She poked her head into the kitchen. Despite the dirty dishes and cluttered surfaces, she could picture them gathered together for dinner. To her it seemed like an idyllic place to raise a family. She followed Marie as she headed off toward the master bedroom. Alexis stopped at an open bedroom door and poked her head inside. She smiled wide as she took in Sir's childhood room. She walked in and looked around. His dresser had a few trophies and ribbons from basketball and the Boy Scouts. She giggled picking up his gold medal from the science fair. Apparently, he'd always been a smart and resourceful individual. She snorted out loud when she saw the large poster of Kelly McGillis from the movie Top Gun hanging above his bed. "Don't you dare make fun of Kelly!" Alexis turned around startled to see him standing in the doorway watching her. She was giggling. "Oh, Sir! I'm sorry it's just..." "Don't you dare say it, Alexis. I made a vow to Ms. McGillis that I would defend her honor at all costs. You don't know what it's like to be a teenager with a perpetual hard-on. She's the one that got me through it." "Oh God!" She laughed. "I'm so sorry, Sir. At least it wasn't Tawny Kitain." Tom just hung his head low. He walked over to his closet and swung open the door. Plastered on the inside of the door was the infamous poster of Tawny Kitain crawling across the hood of a car from the Whitesnake music video for the song Here I Go Again. "It was wrong of me to give all the credit to Kelly. Tawny was an inspiration as well." Alexis couldn't help herself and launched into a total fit of laughter. Tom walked toward her and sat on the edge of the bed. "All I ever dreamed about was having sex with a girl in this bed. It never happened." "Is that so, Sir?" Alexis said giving him a pouty look. "Poor baby." She hiked up her skirt climbing onto the bed and struck the same pose as Tawny Kitain in the poster. She started belting out a parody of the song.. "Here I go again on my own. Goin' down on the only man I've ever blow-own. Like a drifter you weren't meant to jerk off alone. So I've made up my mind. I want you to fuck me one more ti-ime." She tossed her hair about as she sang. Then she laughed leaning in towards him and whispered. "Fuck me, Sir." The Novelist Pt. 04 Author's note: This story contains themes of incest and BDSM. This can't be read as a stand-alone story. I suggest starting with Part 1 to understand the story progression. Please comment and vote. I love all feedback. ****** Alexis and Marie had shown up just a short time later. Tom was relieved that they hadn't come home earlier. Marie tentatively walked in the door looking around for her sister. It occurred to her at some point on the drive back that she didn't want to have to kneel down next to her son with her sister in the room. She didn't know how she would explain it, but she certainly couldn't endure another punishment when her last one still caused her discomfort. Tom didn't waste any time grabbing Alexis and heading right back out the door to meet Erik. It was 7:30pm and they wouldn't have much time before they needed to head back to the airport. He left Marie in the living room mentioning that his aunt had come home feeling unwell and retired to her room. It was only a short distance across town to the Starting Gate Bar and Grill on Ballston Avenue. Tom parked the car along a line of pine trees at the back of the parking lot, and headed inside to find his friend. Alexis hung back for a moment to fix her make-up. She'd heard him talk about various friends from time to time from his childhood, but none as much as he talked about Erik. She wanted to make a good impression. Tom entered the front door and quickly spotted him sitting at a table along a wood paneled wall next to a row of flat screen monitors playing ESPN highlights. Erik was a tall, well-built guy with a personality better suited for a twelve year old. The only thing he enjoyed more than sports coverage was Adult Swim on the Cartoon Network. He was brilliantly smart. He stood six feet three inches tall with a mop of dark brown hair. Erik owned a company that built railroad track. He managed the projects with track engineers and designers, but he was the type of guy that worked right alongside his crew when it came time for construction. "Douchebag!" He shouted when he spotted Tom weaving through the tables. "How are you?!" "What's up, asshole!" Tom said smiling as he threw his arms around his friend giving him a rather overtly macho hug. "I'm good, man. I'm really good. How've you been?" "Oh, you know, busy. There was a train derailment up north. So, we've been rebuilding a section of track for the last two weeks. It's a good gig. Worth a bit of money, and I'm looking to get a contract to handle maintenance on the whole line. How's the writing?" "As good as always. Cranking out another one now." Erik knew about Tom's career. He kept his friend's writing discreet. He didn't really know a whole lot about his lifestyle though. On occasion, Tom tried to tell him a little about it, but Erik always chalked it up to bragging and never took it too seriously. "Dude! Do not turn around." He whispered. "The hottest blonde just rolled in the door." Tom did his best 'yawn/glance/just-lookin-around' move and caught a glimpse of Alexis at the bar. She hadn't seen them yet. "She's out your league." Tom joked. "No way. I stand as good a shot as anyone. Don't go ruining it with your overly fake LA writing bit. Just sit back and watch me do my thing." "Good luck." Tom laughed. Erik headed over toward Alexis just as she spotted him getting up from their table. She smiled, and of course Erik mistook it for a flirtatious move. He strutted up to her in his most confident, appealing swagger. Alexis began to realize what was happening. "Hey there." He said. "My name's Erik. My friend and I were just having a drink. Why don't you join us. Can I get you something?" Alexis gave him a dazzling, graceful smile. "Well it's nice to meet you, Erik. I'm Alexis. Would you get me a Miller Light?" "Sure. I love a woman that drinks beer." He waved the bartender down and ordered two. He handed one to Alexis and then led her back to the table. "Alexis, this is my friend, Tom." Tom stood up extending his hand. "Please," He said, "you can call me Sir." Erik scowled at him. "Don't mind him he's just trying to be funny." "That's alright." Alexis said. "He's kind of cute too." Tom was amused by the coy game. Erik just tried to protect his territory. "Ha. I guess. If you're into that kind of guy." "Oh?" Alexis said looking at Tom. "What kind of guy are you, Sir?" Tom smiled his easy smile. "He's right. I'm only interested in girls that like to take it hard up the ass." "Dude!" Erik screeched at the inappropriate remark. Alexis jumped right on the comment. "I love taking it up the ass!" Erik whipped his head at her in surprise, and Tom began to laugh. It was then that Erik realized he was being played. "Wait." He stammered. "You two know each other?" "I'm sorry, man." Tom said still laughing. "This is Alexis. My ho." Alexis laughed too. She looked at Erik who was visibly annoyed. "It's true. I'm his ho." "You're an asshole!" Erik said still scowling. Then he turned to Alexis, "How did he land someone as hot as you?" "You mean besides giving it to me hard in the ass." She said enjoying the banter. Erik was surprised at how cool she seemed. Then she got a little more serious. "Actually, I'm always asking how I landed someone like him. He's amazing." She sat down on Tom's lap handing him the beer and snuggling up to him. "I'm happy to finally meet you, Erik. He talks very highly about you." "Well we go way back." Erik said turning his attention back to Tom. "So why did you fly all the way back home just for a massage appointment?" Tom took the time to lay out the last two years of his life for his friend. He had tried to mention it to Erik in the past, but his friend never knew how to comprehend the portions of his stories that he didn't believe could be true. Tom wasn't one to boast either, so it was usually brushed over. It was different now. Tom had explained everything and it somehow seemed truer with the lovely blonde woman nodding affirmatively on his lap. He explained his father's infidelity, the divorce, and his desire to meet the masseuse. Tom had left out a couple key points. He chose not to mention his mother's submission. It didn't seem like a necessary aspect to the story, and he didn't want Erik to have too much to digest. After a little while, Erik just sat back dumbfounded by the life of his oldest and best friend. They shared a drink, laughed, talked about old times telling Alexis stories of their youthful indiscretions. The time seemed to fly by, and Tom needed to leave to catch the plane back to Los Angeles. "Come visit us!" Alexis said excitedly as they walked toward the door. "Don't bother, Alexis." Tom said. "I've tried to get him to visit. It's no use." "Well..." Erik said intrigued by all of the new information. "Maybe I will this time. I think I'd like that." "Seriously?" Tom asked. "For real." Erik said. "I need a vacation anyway." Tom jotted down Alexis' email and handed it to his friend. "E-mail Alexis when you make up your mind. She'll coordinate everything." Erik and Tom shook hands in the parking lot. Alexis leaned in and gave Erik a wet kiss on the lips catching him off guard. Then she and Tom climbed into their car leaving him behind befuddled. ****** Marie had been sitting quietly in the living room for about an hour reading her son's book. She was enthralled by the descriptive passages. There was a different feeling inside her now. When she first began to read the book a few days ago, she was electrified at thought of someone submitting to a man. Now, she read these excerpts knowing how it felt to kneel and serve. She envisioned herself in the protagonist's place, and reveled in the delight she felt at the mere thought of it. She finished the chapter and set the book down on the coffee table. It seemed unusual that her sister hadn't come out to greet her. She walked down the hallway before arriving outside the bedroom door. She knocked lightly before speaking. "Jane?" She said through the door. "Is everything alright?" Jane was still seated on her bed with her legs spread. She wasn't sure how much time had passed. She had been lost in a day dream. The voice outside her door brought her back to reality. She looked down seeing her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed. Her shirt was still raggedly torn open and she saw the small pearly buttons scattered about the comforter and floor. She could still feel the cum hanging from her chin and feel where it had landed on her breasts. She cleared her throat quietly before speaking. "Oh. I must have fallen asleep. I'll be right out." She tried to sound cheery and excited. In reality, she felt entirely guilty at the thought of looking her sister in the eye after what had just happened. Jane stood up removing her damaged blouse and looked at herself in the large mirror hanging over her dresser. She stared at the cum on her face. It excited her despite her guilt. "Don't do it, Jane." She muttered under her breath. She was fighting an urge that was overpowering her. She lifted a finger to her breast gathering a small bit of her nephew's seed and brought up to her nose sniffing it before sticking out her tongue and cleaning it off. She shuddered softly at the taste. She had stared at herself while she completed the act. Then it occurred to her that Tom might have been right. She wanted to be a slut for the right man. Jane changed her shirt and made herself presentable. She took a deep breath and then walked out toward the living room to greet her sister. ****** Tom and Alexis were nearly back to the house. Alexis was talking enthusiastically about the day and her time with his mother. She wanted to ask about the massage appointment. She knew now why he came back home. He wanted to meet the girl that broke up his parent's marriage. She withheld her curiosity and stuck to more banal, superficial topics. Tom finally stopped her in the middle of her blathering. He smiled at her warmly. "Lexi, what was it that you needed to talk to me about? We keep getting interrupted. Is everything alright?" The change in topic startled Alexis. This entire day had been very special for her. It gave her plenty of time to consider the imminent nature of her problem. With everything going on, Alexis had decided to wait a little while longer. There was no need to add complications or emotions to an already tumultuous period in Sir's life. "Sir, I... everything is okay for now. I'll talk to you about it later. It can wait." "Are you sure?" He asked. Something seemed amiss about the way she had first told him it was important and her current reluctance. He wanted to press her on the issue, but he trusted her. He knew she had good judgment when it came to things that personally affected his life. Whatever the issue, it would be discussed at some point. "Yes, Sir." She said. ****** Tom pulled into the driveway of his Aunt's house. It was already 9:15pm, and they needed to leave for the airport soon. They walked up the slate walkway to the front door and entered the small foyer. Tom could hear the voices of his mother and aunt chatting. Alexis followed behind him as he made his way toward the living room and sat down next to his mother. His mother looked nervously at him. His aunt looked nervous as well. Tom watched his mother very tentatively scoot toward the edge of the couch. He knew she was getting ready to drop to her knees, and he could see the absolute confusion and embarrassment etched on her face. Tom stopped her before she completed the act. "Mom, we need to get going or we'll miss the plane. Please go wait in the car, and I'll be out in just a few minutes. I need to discuss a couple of things with Aunt Jane before we leave." Tom had never seen her so relieved to leave his presence. His dominant side took total pleasure in his ability to play with people's emotions. It was a natural skill, but he had polished it over the last few years. Jane, on the other hand, was trying to pretend like everything was completely normal. "Tom, aren't you going to introduce me?" She asked nodding toward Alexis. He admired her attempt at pretending nothing happened earlier. Alexis sensed something unusual in his hesitancy to respond. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor next to him. She immediately knelt on the ground in her submissive pose. "Aunt Jane, this is my submissive -- Alexis." He said. "I... uh..." She had no idea how to respond to this situation. Jane stared at the beautiful woman kneeling next to her nephew. The woman didn't say a word. She just knelt there obediently and quiet waiting for instruction. "I... Tom, I'm not sure what you mean?" Tom laughed and leaned back into the sofa cushions. "You don't?" He asked amused. "That seems odd considering you were so eager to hear about my life. I guess you're trying to act polite or maybe you're afraid to acknowledge the fact that I came on your face earlier. You missed some by the way. On your right cheek." Jane reflexively reached toward her cheek feeling the cracked, crusty remnant of her nephew's cum. It was at that very moment that she realized her reflexive move confirmed Tom's account of what happened between them. She saw the smile creep across Alexis' face while hers turned a deep crimson. "Oh no." Jane squeaked. "I think that was a mistake. You can't tell your mother. Tom, promise me." "What do you think about that, Alexis?" "About which part, Sir." "The part about me making my aunt cum, and then jerking off on her face." Tom said bluntly. "I think it was inevitable, Sir." Alexis stated softly. "I think she's right about your mother, though. You can't tell her." Jane trembled with a mix of emotions. She was horrified that her tryst with Tom this afternoon had been divulged to someone else. She couldn't deny that she was intrigued and turned on by the submissive woman, not just obeying her nephew, but her lack of shock over his actions. It seemed like Tom's life was coming into focus a bit more. He did live that life. This was the blatant confirmation of his ability. Her trembling became visible as she thought about the betrayal her sister would feel if she came through the door and heard this conversation. Tom knew his mother wasn't coming. She had been all too happy to escape their presence. Tom stood up and walked over to his aunt. He took her hands in his and spoke in a very soft, concerned manner. "Is that true?" He asked. "Was it a mistake?" "Tom... I... you know it isn't right. If your mother ever found out... oh god forbid! She'd never speak to me again." "That's not what I asked." He said a little more sharply. "Was it a mistake?" "It can't happen again!" "Was it a mistake?" His tone was sharper still. Jane shook in her seat looking from him to the blonde woman and back. She didn't want to answer. She couldn't believe that she allowed herself to feel so vulnerable. She spent most of her life perfecting her concrete emotional walls to defend against men. "I..." Then she stopped nervously and cleared her throat. "No. Well... I'm not sure. Yes. I shouldn't have let it happen." Then she looked down ashamed and unwilling to make eye contact. "B-but I liked it. So... no, it wasn't. But she can't ever find out." She looked back up revealing the awful conflict in her eyes. Tom smiled at her. She admired his wonderful smile. "I know it wasn't." He said. "It wasn't a mistake at all. Because I know what you are, don't I? I know how you need to be treated." "Y-yes." She whispered. "And what are you, Aunt Jane?" He asked reassuringly. "It's okay. I don't want you to be afraid to say it. It doesn't make you a bad person." "I..." She stumbled over her words. "It wasn't... a mistake... because... um..." "It's okay." He said softly. "Go ahead. Because, what?" "Because I... I'm a needy... slut." "Yes you are." He said. "But that's not the way you should address me, is it? Why don't you tell me again and address me properly." Jane panicked. It was bad enough that he made her say it. It was already hard for her to understand why her pussy was on fire at the terrible way he made her refer to herself. She felt the heat in her crotch. How did he expect her to respond? Did he want her to do it like the blonde woman? She knew the word. It wasn't a word, she thought. It was a title. It was a title of superiority and dominance. If she used it what would that make her? Her heart pounded. She knew what it would make her. Her hesitancy wasn't due to her inability address him properly; it was because addressing him properly would mean she was accepting a form of submission. She had dreamed about it. She'd fantasized about it. She just wasn't sure she could do it. The heat became overwhelming. She began to perspire along her forehead. Her pussy felt soggy as she nervously shifted her feet and squeezed her thighs together. She couldn't help herself. It was very uncomfortable to feel aroused and demeaned at the same time. The words slipped from her mouth. "I... I'm a needy slut, Sir." Tom pulled her forward from her seat onto her knees. He took his arm and swiped clear the coffee table. Magazines, remote controls and trinkets fell to the floor in a flutter. Then he leaned her forward bending her over it. Tom hiked up her skirt, wrapped his fingers around the fabric of her lace panties, and ripped them off breaking the material. "Tom, please. You can't. Your mother is outside..." She yelped. He brought his open palm down hard on her ass. "That is not how you address me." He said commandingly. He grabbed her hair pulling her head back until she was looking at Alexis. "Tell Alexis what you are." "But... Sir..." He brought his hand down again striking her hard. She took the cue. With a frightful, embarrassed look she stared at the strange woman and stated, "I'm a needy slut." It seemed worse to her when she noticed the grin on the girl's face. Somehow Alexis seemed amused at her embarrassment. Tom quickly freed his cock and gripped it in his hands. He rubbed it along her slit a few times getting a bit of moisture on the tip and then he pushed into her. Jane groaned in surprise as he split her open. She felt awfully stretched. Tom bottomed himself out inside her then took the balled up panties in his hand and shoved them into her mouth. She was accepting of each of his actions. Once again she crossed a threshold and her will gave out. "You're tight." He said. Alexis kept her eyes locked on Sir's aunt. Jane's looked like wide, confused saucers. Alexis was incredibly turned on. She loved seeing the moment when a woman gave in to him. "Sir, may I rub my pussy while you fuck the needy slut?" Tom just nodded as he began to pound into his aunt while he held onto her hair. He listened to her muffled grunts. Alexis hiked her own skirt and drove her fingers into her pussy. Jane couldn't believe the blonde woman's actions. Her confusion had given way to pleasure while she was being used. It hadn't even occurred to her until right then to think of it that way. She was being used for a man's enjoyment. The feminist side of her felt ashamed for enjoying it. In that moment she let her feelings of women's liberation fade into the recesses of her mind. Tom thrust into her in hard succinct movements while he methodically drilled her slit. He held her head back so she could watch Alexis enjoying the show until she exploded in orgasmic bliss. Tom pumped into her for another minute or two and then came inside her. He stood up and walked around toward the other side of the coffee table. He lifted her chin and removed the panties from her mouth looking down at her with a satisfied smile. "We're leaving in a moment, Jane." He said. She was still a bit dazed and had trouble following his change in tone. "I'm going to be flying my father out in a few days to settle the divorce. I'll let you know when it's done." The Novelist Pt. 04 "C-can I come with you?" She asked quietly. "No." Tom stated firmly. "If you want to visit you can do it on your own time and your own dime. Now open your mouth." Jane didn't like the way he dismissed her, but she opened wide regardless for reasons that were unclear to her. Tom pushed his cock into her mouth as he watched her jaw strain slightly at the intrusion. "That's a good slut." He said approvingly. "Clean it off like a needy slut." Jane sucked him as he pushed his length in and out of her mouth. She'd never been treated this way in her life. It was demeaning, but she allowed him to do it. She liked how dominantly he instructed her. He was sympathetic when he needed, but he took control at the right moments. It seemed to melt her inhibitions. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped it against her face. "What are you?" He asked. "I'm a needy slut, Sir." She panted. He slapped his cock across her face again. "Then say it like a needy slut would?" He barked. She hesitated. "Damn it, Jane. What did I do this afternoon? Finger you? Rip that blouse off you and fondle your tits? Did I pump that vibrator into that slutty pussy? Did I jerk off your face? And now, I just fucked you over this coffee table. I just pumped you full cum. I don't remember you objecting. Not really. So what does that make you?" "I'm a needy slut, Sir." She said a little more confidently. Tom slapped his cock into her cheek again. "Again! Like a needy slut!" "I'm needy slut, Sir!" She emphasized the word 'slut' as she said it. It made it sound more basic and real. Tom reached over her and slapped her ass. Then he hooked two fingers into her pussy and pumped them a few times before pulling them out and bringing them to her mouth. "Open wide and suck them." He said. She could see some of his cum on his fingers. Her mouth opened and she sucked them clean. Then he slapped his cock on her cheek again. "Again!" "I'm a needy slut, Sir! I'm a needy little slut, Sir! A NEEDY SLUT!" She called out forgetting all about her sister and any ethical sense she had left within. Her mind was awash with emotions. The way he recounted what he had done to her made it seem so wrong. Despite that she had enjoyed it. She hadn't regretted it. If she didn't regret it -- if she enjoyed it -- then that meant she was a needy slut. It just made sense. Her heart pounded as she watched him stare into her -- or through her -- she wasn't sure. She wondered again what he was capable of, and why she couldn't say no to him. She thought about how confused the home wrecker must have felt as he manipulated her into progressively more perverse actions. Neither said a word until another voice broke the silence. "May I cum, Sir?" Tom continued looking at Jane as he spoke a simple 'yes'. Jane's eyes moved from him to the blonde. She heard the heavy breathing followed by a somewhat girlish grunt. "Sir, your submissive slut is cumming. Uh-uh-unggg!" Tom smiled while he listened to Alexis cum. "Let's go, Alexis. We don't want to be late." He said. He crouched down next to Jane. "Remember, Jane, you shouldn't be ashamed that you're a needy slut. I guarantee you'll feel better tomorrow now that you know what you need." He stuffed his cock back into his pants, and wrapped an arm around Alexis as they walked out of the room. He left his aunt confused and used for the second time today. "What do you think of my aunt?" He asked. "She's a slut alright, Sir. If that's what you're asking." It was exactly what he was asking. As usual, Alexis responded just the way he wanted. They weren't out of earshot of his aunt yet, and Tom wanted her to hear Alexis' assessment. They made their way out to the car and climbed inside. "Is everything alright?" Marie asked. "Yeah." Tom said. "Everything is going to be just fine I think." Tom made his way back toward the airport. He had the window down enjoying the warm, humid evening air. He missed certain things about the northeast. He enjoyed the humidity. It was something lacking in the arid, desert climate of the southwest. Everyone seemed tired. The day had started early on little sleep. Tom had certainly tested his stamina. He pulled into the parking lot on the south end of the airfield. It took no time at all to offload their belongings and board the plane. One of the benefits of flying privately was the lack of lines and security checkpoints. With little effort they were inflight within thirty minutes. ****** Frank looked exhausted. Tom noticed the deep circles under his eyes as he sat down at the table in the middle of the cabin. Neither one of them had spoken yet. Frank busied himself arranging some business papers and setting up his computer. Tom was diligently going through his climbing pack and properly wrapping up his rope. He was meticulous about keeping his ropes in good condition and wrapped neatly ready for use. Each of the implements in his bag were placed on the table looked over and packed carefully back inside. Frank slid an envelope across the small table toward Tom. Tom stared and the simple legal sized envelope with the title of the law firm printed in the upper left hand corner and his father's name written in the center. It was a relief to see it. "Frank..." He said. "Thank you for this. We're even now. I guess we're more than even. I suppose I owe you." "Don't." Frank replied dismissively. "We're squared, you and I. No one owes anyone." Frank paused for a moment. "You know it's hard to make certain decisions in life. It's hard to know when it's appropriate to insert yourself into someone else's affairs. For the record, I would have done this regardless of whether I owed you anything. It was the right thing to do." Tom smiled a warm, caring smile. These two men, although a generation apart, had a deep respect for one another. Tom thought of his lawyer as a friend above all else. "Well, thank you anyway. You get my gratitude whether you want it or not. Things went all right today?" "Yeah. I'm glad I made the trip. Probably should have done it years ago. You know, it was dumb luck getting that recusal. One of the partners at the firm was a student of mine a long time ago." "No shit?" Tom said amused. "Yeah. Can you believe it? I remembered him too. Not a great student, but whip smart and manipulative as hell. I'll remind you what I said to you last night and what he said this afternoon when I picked it up. That letter doesn't really mean jack shit. It doesn't solve anything. But it will make a point. Time it wisely." "I know." Tom said as he pulled the letter out reading it over. The wording was clinical and emotionless. In so many words it told John Bolden to fuck off. Marie and Alexis had been sitting in the back of the plane. Marie was reading her book and Alexis had her ear buds in listening to music. Tom waved Marie over. She clumsily removed her clothes and kneeled down next to him. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. When he finished talking, she looked up at him with surprise at his instruction. "Sir?" She said taken aback. She didn't necessarily like the request, nor did she know what was accomplished on her behalf today. She looked up at her son again. His look spoke a thousand words. She knew he wouldn't have asked if he didn't feel it was warranted. Tom stood up and retired to the reclining bed in the back of the cabin. He laid down patting the space next to him beckoning Alexis to come join him. Marie looked up from the kneeling position where he had left her. "Mr. Donovan." She said softly. He looked up from his computer screen. "Yes, Marie?" "May I be of service to you for the flight?" She asked slightly embarrassed. "Sir said you can have my mouth or my cunt." She didn't think she had ever spoken the word cunt in her entire life, but it was the word Sir had chosen for her to use. Frank looked toward the back of the plane seeing Tom and Alexis cuddled up. The younger man still found ways to surprise him. He reached down unbuttoning his pants and sliding them to floor with his briefs. "I'll take your mouth please, Marie." He said without much emotion. It was important for her to feel like she was doing as she was told and not to act too appreciative. It was something he had learned from Tom. "And, Marie..." "Yes, Sir?" She asked looking at his fat, veiny cock contemplating how she would begin. "Take your time." "Yes, Sir." ****** Jane Harmon still sat in the living room where her nephew left her. At some point she had managed to lift herself off the coffee table where she had been so lewdly bent over and fucked. She had taken a seat back in her arm chair. She held her ripped panties in her hand. There were plenty of emotions bubbling up inside of her, but the most notable was a feeling of emptiness. It wasn't a spiritual emptiness. It was a literal, physical emptiness. She lacked the fullness she felt with his thick, long cock filling her. Needless to say, it was a feeling that upset her on a plethora of levels -- moral, physical, feminist. She pulled herself from her reverie and noticed that she was staring at the coffee table and the strewn items on the floor that Tom had swiped aside before he took her. It caused the familiar heat to build back up in her pussy. She wondered how she could ever sit in this room again without thinking about him. Jane retreated to her bedroom to clean herself up. As she walked through the door she stepped on one of her pearly buttons and knelt down picking it up. It occurred to her that she couldn't be in this room without thinking of him either. She was angry with her nephew. She tried her best to understand the source of the anger. It might have been that he played her so well. He knew her emotions and thoughts before she did. He anticipated her reactions and consistently stayed a step ahead of her. As a lawyer, she cursed men that could anticipate her moves and push her around like a chess piece in their own personal game. No. That wasn't the reason she was angry with him. At least it wasn't the sole reason. She didn't like how he forced her to succumb to the desires that she reserved for herself in the privacy of her bedroom when she was all alone. She didn't like how he challenged her as a woman to admit that she might enjoy being controlled by a man. That still wasn't quite the reason, though. Was it that he forced to her succumb to her desires? That he manipulated and controlled her? No, there was a nuance to it that made it uncomfortable and fueled her anger. It wasn't that he dominated her forcefully. It was that he did it with some level of kindness. That was exactly the reason she felt uncomfortable. Had it been heavy handed she could hate him, but it was a mixture of kindness, understanding, intuition, dominance and blunt truth. She set the buttons on her nightstand. Her torn blouse still sat on the bed where she had left it. She set her panties next to it, and cursed the way her body reacted as she looked at the remnants of his domination. Jane sighed heavily as her eyes welled up a little. She couldn't believe that she had been fucked by her nephew. It occurred to her that the true source of her anger came from the realization that he really was the first man that knew what she needed. She was always so confident and purpose driven. Tom's simple actions over the course of a few hours somehow belittled her entire life. He made her feel like she had valued all the wrong things. How could he make her feel so satisfied by making her demean and submit herself? Yet somehow it seemed right at the time, and the pleasure she got from him surely wasn't all in her head. She wondered who he was exactly. That was the mystery that Jane just couldn't figure out. Her nephew, her sister's little boy, the artistic kid with visions of being a writer, had been transformed. He seemed to be an enigma now. She wondered when he became this version of himself. She felt a bit of wetness escape her pussy drawing her back from her thoughts. She reached down and swiped her finger along her slit realizing it was him dripping out her. Him. Even after he left he still seemed to be present. Jane unfastened her skirt and slid it to the floor. She had intended on taking a shower, but she climbed up onto her bed shedding the rest of her clothes and leaned back into the pillows. She was tired. She reached between her legs again and found more of him leaking from her. She thought of how he had pushed his fingers into her and made her lick them. It was so hot. And that blonde woman! She was striking and beautiful. It all seemed so unreal. Jane couldn't understand her feelings. She had been content fantasizing about such things, but living them was a scary notion. Scary because of how badly she now wanted it. Before long Jane's fingers had slipped inside of her. She replayed the day in her head vowing to figure it all out without even realizing how wantonly she had begun to pleasure herself. Jane Harmon had started to get sucked into the same eddy of emotions that often ended in a thick leather band wrapped tightly around the neck. She wanted to fly out to California. She wanted to confront her nephew and explain her lapse in judgment. Now that she had time to think it over, she thought she could explain herself. She needed him to understand why she had let it happen in order to preserve her dignity. It was a naivety that many submissive women suffered in Tom's life. ****** It was just after midnight when the plane touched down back in Van Nuys. Tom had finally gotten a few hours of rest. Alexis had nudged him just before they landed. He wrapped his arms around her and looked up to see his mother still seated on the floor between Frank's outstretched legs. He figured she must have spent the entire flight in that position. He didn't feel bad for her. She was learning her position as a servant of men. It was her place to choose. She had not offered an objection, which only meant she was willing to do more self-discovery. The freeway was vacant as he leisurely drove back home. He couldn't wait to get back to the comfort of his own surroundings. There was something about his home that gave him peace. It was his. He had paid for it. He wrote the rules. He parked at the top of driveway and pulled his tablet from his pack and remotely deactivated the alarms. The three of them entered the rear gate. Tom had sent his mother to her room, and told Alexis that he wished to be alone. He set his pack down on a lounge chair next to the pool, activated the up lights and pathway lights dimly illuminating the yard, and then stripped down and dove into the water. There was something about the way the water muffled out the sounds of the world that appealed to him. Tom began swimming laps from one side of the pool to the other. It offered him time to think over the recent events. It had been an hour when he felt his fingers beginning to prune. He swam back from the end of the pool fed by the small, artificial waterfall back toward the end closest to the house. He was using a sidestroke with his eyes closed waiting for the moment when his fingers touched the far wall. As he lifted his head from the water he saw Alexis kneeling waiting for him. "I thought you went to sleep." He said. "I couldn't sleep, Sir." She replied sweetly. "I felt alone without you." Tom braced his hands on the edge of the pool and hoisted himself up to his feet in a single powerful motion. The water cascaded down his wide chest dripping to the ground. Alexis handed him a towel. He dried his hair first and then his face and neck and shoulders. She admired him. There was a loneliness about his movements though. Alexis often wondered if he thought too much -- constantly calculating -- and unable to let anyone close. He rarely lived in the moment. He enjoyed the present for sure, but his mind had always moved on to something else. "You're upset about something." He said wiping down the rest of his body. "Not at all, Sir." She replied. "I don't like it when you're dishonest with me." "I'm not sure what you mean, Sir." "You're worried. You're worried about everything since my mother showed up. You're worried about your future with me." He stated truthfully. "It's unlike you to be threatened by other women." "Sir, I..." Alexis was used to his intuitive sense. She wasn't thrown off when he stated something accurately. "... I suppose you're right about that, Sir. You've made me a happy woman, but I'm entitled to my female emotions. Aren't I?" Tom was struck by her answer. It was out of character for her. Of course everyone has emotions, but he often admired her ability to compartmentalize them like he often did with his own emotions. He contemplated her for a moment. She was the only woman with the ability to wound him. "Of course you're entitled to them." He said. "So, what do you want?" "Want?" She asked rhetorically. "I only want to be a part of your life, Sir. To serve you." "You're here with me, aren't you? So what's the worry?" He asked. "The worry, Sir... is that my place here... my position... will get smaller." "Does this have anything to do with what you need to discuss with me?" "Isn't everything intertwined in some way, Sir?" Tom took a seat on the lounge chair. He was unprepared for such an earnest and real conversation. "Do you want to discuss it now?" "No, Sir. I'll know when it's time, and I promise I'll talk to you about it when it's appropriate." In some way, he was bothered by the answer even though he respected it. He began to wonder what she might need to discuss. Perhaps she was thinking of moving on. Tom patted his knee and Alexis made her way over and took a seat on his lap. "Haven't you always told me that you don't want to be treated differently than the other girls?" He asked. She was noticeably silent for a moment. She held her feet outstretched in front of her looking at her toes while she twiddled them nervously. "Yes, Sir." She stated softly. "That's what I've always said..." "Well then..." Alexis turned her gaze from her toes and looked at him with the most vulnerable expression. "Every time I ever said it was a lie. Whether I knew it or not." "Oh." Tom was stunned by the emotion he felt. "You want me to give up the other girls." "No, Sir!" She replied quickly correcting his misunderstanding. "I would never want that." "I find that confusing." He said with mild frustration. "So do I, Sir." She said leaning her head against him. "I shouldn't have discussed any of this with you. I apologize." Tom sat there quietly letting her hold onto him. He thought about the last few days, and the course of action he set out for himself. He knew that he needed to follow through for the sake of his mother. It was inevitable at this point. He couldn't turn back. His larger vision was still becoming clearer. He knew that he was driving at something, but the finality of it eluded him. "You've learned a lot about me in the last couple days. A lot about my family. May I ask if what you need to talk about is in regards to your own family? I know as little about yours as you did about mine until recently." Alexis was uncomfortable with his question. It was true. He didn't know much about her family. It always seemed to be an understanding between them. They enjoyed each other, and the events and people that shaped them didn't really seem important. It was natural for him to be curious. She did want to share with him, but not now. Alexis sat quietly for a minute. "Yes." She finally said. "It's in regards to my family, Sir." Tom waited a moment for her to elaborate further, but Alexis didn't offer any additional details. He was surprised at the mild panic he felt as he thought through the possibilities. Maybe she was ready to leave his house. Maybe a different life was calling her back from her submission. A submissive choosing to move on from a Dominant was a natural evolution in the lifestyle for many women. Tom was always sad when one of his women chose a new path, but Alexis was a constant in his life. It never occurred to him that she would venture back into the world. The Novelist Pt. 04 "Sir?" Alexis finally spoke up again. "Yes, Lexi?" "You know your aunt is going to be here soon. It's inevitable. What are you going to do about it?" She asked concerned about how it might affect his mother. "I'll handle it." He said. "With your help of course." She smiled truly happy to hear him enlist her help. "Yes, Sir!" Then she snickered reaching under her legs and giving his cock a tug. "This cock fucked a lot of women today, Sir." "I'll tell you a secret, Lexi." "What's that, Sir?" "There's another load left in those balls." His wry smile crept back across his face. She giggled and then hiccupped. "Not for long, Sir." ****** Tom snapped upright and his eyes shot open. He rolled out of the bed in the pitch black. He was all too familiar with his bedroom and didn't need any light to navigate himself toward the bathroom. He jumped into the shower and rinsed himself quickly. Tom fumbled through his closet and pulled out a pair of loose fitting sweatpants and T-shirt. He quietly stepped back through the bedroom and made his way downstairs. He glimpsed the clock in the kitchen. He was surprised to see that it was only 3:45am. It didn't matter. He had a thought, and, as far as writing goes, one always jumps on inspiration when it arrives. He brewed up three cups of coffee pouring them into a single oversized mug, and then marched out toward the guest house. Tom opened the door smelling the stale aroma of sex. It desperately needed to be scoured and cleaned. He hadn't had a chance to dole out the usual chores in the last few days. The upstairs, however, was still immaculate. He never left anything out of place there. Tom fired up the computer, and then searched through his iPod looking for a proper playlist. It was a crucial part of his motivation. He needed to match his mood with the right selection of music. Whatever his state of being when he felt a flash of brilliance needed to be harnessed and amplified with music. Anger begot rock. Sadness usually garnered the help of a crooner. Today he was in a more ambient, mellow mood, most likely due to being back home and feeling as if things were beginning to work out. He chose the Thicker Than Water soundtrack, which was an amalgam of melodic surfer music featuring the likes of Jack Johnson and G-Love. Tom adjusted the lights so they weren't too bright for the hour. He opened the window shades to allow for the morning light when it arrived. He took a seat in his chair, closed his eyes and drew in a few deep breathes before taking a sip of coffee. Then he opened them back up with a look of intense focus. His fingers touched the keyboard tapping at the keys tentatively at first. After a sentence or two they came down a little more confidently. Within ten minutes, Tom was lost in that place that he goes when he writes. He didn't project himself into his story, yet he wasn't present in his workplace either. He floated in some midway point close enough to the world he was creating that is was clear to him, but not so far from reality that he couldn't put his thoughts on the page as the story unfolded from the depths of his imagination. The hours passed as he plowed through a stream of consciousness that seemed endless. Sentences became paragraphs, paragraphs became pages, and pages became chapters. Tom had woken up inspired. His dreams were filled with visions of naked, submissive women at the exact moment their resistance had broken and his dominance had won out. Making a woman submit for the first time was a particularly emotional moment for him. Nothing could make Tom feel awe as much as a woman who willingly leant him her will, and placed absolute trust in him. It was empowering yet humbling. Tom finally glanced up from his desk realizing that he had been writing for quite a long time. The early morning light had long since filled the room. He sat back scrolling through the pages and reading them back pleased with the progress he had made. He used a program to watermark the pages with name of his agent, Jim Cohen. He promptly sent off the file via e-mail with a small note that read: We need to talk when you finish the pages. ****** Marie had woken up feeling well rested despite having a fitful time trying to fall asleep. She kept thinking about the flight. She had spent hours between Frank's legs sucking his cock. She wasn't sure why her son had asked her to service him. It troubled her despite being turned on by the prospect of being used. She was still very new to her submission, and certain things managed to catch her off guard. With all that aside, she thought of the countless times Frank had cum in her mouth as she sucked him dry and swallowed his offering. She secured her collar excited to be back in her son's house. Flying back to Saratoga Springs had been nerve racking for her. She made her way downstairs finding the kitchen and living room empty. She wasn't sure what she should do. She was digging through the refrigerator when the back door opened and Tom came in surprising her. He had on his wireless, noise cancelling headphones, and appeared rather aloof to her presence. Tom brewed himself another few cups of coffee pouring them into his mug. He turned around seeing his mother kneeling in front of the refrigerator. He smiled at her without saying a word, and then proceeded to walk back out to the guest house to continue working. Marie seemed flustered by his lack of acknowledgment. She remembered Alexis telling her that sometimes he had no instructions and other times they were endless. She felt a little bit helpless in her new life. She wasn't sure what to do now unless she was being told. It still unnerved her to make decisions on her own. Alexis often told her how to proceed or approach her son around the house, but she was absent this morning. After having a small bite to eat, Marie decided that the best course of action was to kneel for him. She made her way out to the guest house. As she reached the top of the stairs she saw him typing away at his computer. She very elegantly made her way to the center of the room and placed herself in a presentation position. Tom tended to his e-mail. It was Saturday, and he knew that Ybeth was off work today. He figured it was as good a time as any to get some things done around the house. He typed out a quick e-mail with a list of instructions. He made it clear that he requested her services and this was not a training session. For that he paid her well. ****** John Bolden was fuming as he stood on the doorstep waiting for an answer. He figured she was probably inside with some other guy. He had argued with Angie on the phone yesterday regarding a last minute appointment she booked on her day off. He had tried calling her after work, but she hadn't answered the phone. This morning he figured he'd drive by her place and spy on her. Unbeknownst to him, he had parked in the same place across the street where his wife had parked when she suspected him of indiscretions two weeks ago. There had been no activity in the house for the last two hours. John was even angrier by that fact. He had eyed a car parked outside of the house next to hers. He'd never seen it before, and it had been there since he arrived. Surely that belonged to someone inside her home. After another thirty minutes when his coffee cup had run dry, John marched up the steps and rang the doorbell. The longer it took for some sign of activity on the other side of the door, the angrier and more paranoid he got. Finally after ringing the doorbell another few times, he heard footsteps and then the metal clacking of the locks as they turned. The door opened slowly and Angie peered through a crack with the chain still bolted. Her eyes were narrow slits as the sunlight blinded her temporarily. "John?" She said tiredly. "What's wrong? What are you doing here?" She closed the door enough to unhook the chain bolt and then opened it back up allowing him to enter. "Well you didn't call me last night. I tried you a thousand times after work. I wanted to see you." He said exasperated. It wasn't hard for him to notice her annoyance. "I was studying last night, and then I crashed early." She yawned. "It's Saturday morning. You know I like to sleep in on Saturday." "Well," He started accusingly, "If you had just called me back last night then I wouldn't have to be here right now." "You wouldn't have to be here?" She questioned. "As in, you had to check up on me?" "Well..." "Stop it, John." She was unhappy at the rude awakening, but being questioned at this hour was more than she was willing to take. "I'm not a child. You don't have to check up on me. Go home." "Why?" He said a bit defensively. "Oh, I know why! You've got someone else in your bed. That's it, right?" "What are you talking about?" She sighed. John pushed past her and marched down the hallway throwing open her bedroom door. Her covers were a mess, but there was no sign of anyone else. He walked to the closet and found it empty as well. He checked the bathroom and looked behind the shower curtain. He came back out to the bedroom and noticed that the other half of her bed was covered in textbooks. She had flashcards sitting on her nightstand. A couple pens and a highlighter had fallen to the floor. It most certainly looked like she had fallen asleep while studying. "Are you happy now?" She asked. "Why didn't you just answer the phone?" He stated angrily as if this was her fault. "Go to the kitchen." She said. "Why?" "Just go!" She yelled having finally lost her cool. John marched down the hall back through the living room and into the kitchen. It was spotlessly clean. Not a dish in the sink or a piece of trash on any surface. "So what?" He asked throwing up his hands. "What does this have to do with anything?" She pointed to the edge of the counter next to the microwave. Her cell phone was sitting there tethered to the socket between the wall and the knife block. "My cell phone." She noted. "Call it." John pulled out his phone, and dialed the number. He watched as the phone lit up on the counter, but it didn't ring, nor did it vibrate. "It's on silent. It's always on silent when I'm working with a patient. I've told you that before. It was running low on batteries after you called me yesterday during your lunch hour to yell at me for meeting a patient. Or, as I like to think of it, when you yelled at me for no reason! So I plugged it in, and forgot to switch the ringer back on." John looked a little guilty. He realized that she would have no idea the phone was ringing even if she were standing in the kitchen. She picked up the phone and typed in her passcode before switching the ringer back on. Then she looked at her missed call log. "Thirty-seven calls!" She stated in disbelief. "You called me thirty-seven times between 6pm and 1am? Jesus, John. What the fuck?" "I wanted to see you!" "And what if I didn't want to see you, John? What if the ringer was on and I had just chosen to ignore it?" She was furious. "So you called me thirty-seven times, and when I didn't answer you showed up on my doorstep ringing my doorbell repeatedly? I... I think you should leave." "What do you mean?!" He whined. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. Please. We're both here now. Don't make me leave. You can go back to bed. I'll join you." The thought of crawling into bed with him did not seem remotely satisfying to Angie. She was furious with him. Not to mention, the pleasure that she got from that stranger yesterday was nothing John was capable of delivering. She figured that if she let him fuck her it would just be disappointing. Angie should have felt guilty. His outburst seemed to justify her actions yesterday. It made them seem less deplorable. There was a small part of her that was thankful for his immaturity. "I'm not your whore, John. I'm not your property. And I'm not your child. This," She said waving her phone in the air, "is not okay. Showing up on my doorstep and ringing the doorbell like a lunatic, jealous asshole, is not okay. The last thing I want is to go to bed with you. Just leave, John. I don't even want to talk to you right now. You don't even realize how inappropriate you're acting." John couldn't believe that she was dismissing him so easily. He had gone from furious to accusatory to defensive, and now he was right back where he began. This was the second time in the last day that someone had put him in his place. He wasn't even aware of how quickly his life was unwinding in front of him. He couldn't recognize the regression in his maturity. "Oh." He said mocking her. "I see. The twenty-six year old is so mature. She's going to tell me how inappropriate I'm acting. Well you know what I think?" Angie walked back into the living room while he followed behind her trying desperately to goad her into a fight or conversation. She opened the front door. "No, John. I don't know what you think. And I don't care to know." "Well, I'm going to tell..." "John! Do yourself a favor and walk out the door. I'm seriously upset with you right now. This is not okay. Now leave and calm down and maybe we can talk. If you say anything, anything at all right now, I promise I will never speak to you again." John stopped in the doorway looking at her. He wanted to lash out and say something condescending. He took a moment to size her up, and he realized that she had the upper hand. He knew he should leave before he made this worse. He hung his head slightly and walked back toward his car. The door slammed shut with a loud crash causing him to flinch as he made his way to the street. If one thing was certain, John knew he wasn't getting laid anytime soon after the way Angie just sent him out. He wondered what would happen if the young girl rethought their relationship. His marriage was in the mid-stages of imploding, and she was all he had. He hadn't taken the time to consider the sum total of his actions until now. It made John feel even more on edge to consider he could lose his wife, his girlfriend and half of his assets. This was all his wife's fault, he thought. She had him on edge with her unwillingness to talk. On second thought, he decided that this was actually his son's fault. He didn't know how true that actually was, though. John was angry at the way his son had spoken to him yesterday. He thought long and hard about that conversation. It was conflicting for him. Tom had been forceful, but he also said he was trying to convince his mother to sit down and have a rational conversation. John wondered if that was true. He had no reason to disbelieve his son. He got in his car and headed back toward his house. He had made up his mind to call him and figure it all out. ****** Alexis opened her eyes realizing that she had slept in. It was very unlike her to let Sir start the day before her. She yawned and stretched her arms and legs enjoying the sea of pillows and blankets. She snuggled into the covers bringing her knees up in the fetal position. She loved the way his bed smelled. She thought about the conversation she had with Sir last night before he fucked her. It was only a matter of time before she had to be honest with him. This was a particularly difficult day for her in general. Alexis wrapped herself in the blankets, and did something that she hadn't done since she had moved into his house -- she sobbed. Alexis let the tears flow freely for twenty minutes before she composed herself. She felt better afterward even though nothing had changed. She needed to get it out of her system. She walked into Sir's bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a mess. She took a few minutes to fix herself up before she went to find him. ****** Marie was in the midst of a new experience. Tom had rolled out a strange contraption when he took a break from his work. The best way she could describe it was a saddle mounted on a wooden box. She knelt submissively as she watched him attach an eight inch dildo to the center of the seat. At his command, she stood, stepped over the saddle seat and lowered herself onto the dildo letting slide inside of her. Tom still hadn't spoken more than a couple words to her this morning. As a matter of fact, he still had on his headphones. He reached into her toy box, which he had brought upstairs, and removed a ball gag. He pushed the ball into her mouth and secured the clasp tightly around her head. Tom used two straps on the wooden base to secure her calf below the knee and her ankle on each side. She was left kneeling, straddling the seat with her legs bound to the base. Tom walked around and pulled her arms back behind her. He took out a good sized length of rope and tied her forearms together tightly. His techniques made the ropes look artful. He tied it off in a simple knot before using the remaining length to pull her bound arms, now outstretched behind her, and tied them tautly to a metal eyehook on the rear of the wooden base. It was a bit uncomfortable for Marie after he finished securing her. She was certainly nervous at the intricate nature of his bondage. Tom stepped away to assess his work. He seemed pleased. Marie realized that if she straightened herself upright from the slightly bent forward position he had placed her in, then she could allow a little slack on the rope holding her arms back. It was a small relief at best, and he hadn't expressed displeasure with her movement. She watched as he removed a set of nipple clamps. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades leaning her forward where he originally had her. The discomfort returned to her arms as they stretched behind her again at an uncomfortable angle. She held the position. Tom reached up massaging a breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers. The sensation felt amazing to Marie, and she could feel both nipples hardening at the attention. Tom lifted one end of the clamp up to her chest. He pinched the end separating the clips and then placed it around her left nipple letting it close shut. Marie howled into the gag. He quickly brought the second clip up clamping her other nipple, and then secured the chain to the front of the base. Marie wanted to beg him to take them off. Again he stepped back. After almost a minute the pain in her nipples dulled. Her arms were hurting and she tried to lean back as she had before, but she quickly realized that sitting upright caused the clamps to pull her nipples forward. She whimpered into her gag again. If she stayed in exactly the position he had placed her then there was only mild discomfort for her arms and nipples -- leaning too much in either direction caused a searing pain. Tom went back to his seat and watched his mother staring back at him helplessly. He placed a small remote on his desk and turned the dial. The saddle, Marie quickly learned, was a giant vibrator. The entire thing came to life including the dildo lodged inside of her. Her immediate reaction was to sit upright and tense her muscles. The clamps pulled her nipples painfully stretching them out so far that her large breasts lifted from her chest. She leaned forward offering them some relief and groaned into her gag at the onslaught of sensations coursing through her pussy. No matter how much she wriggled she couldn't free herself from the stimulation. The droning motor was relentless. She came extremely hard. This contraption wasn't human, though. It didn't slow down or show any mercy. She needed it to slow down. She looked at her son who watched her with a bemused, curious expression to see how much she could handle. Tom cranked the speed up to full. Marie came again immediately. She had leaned back and her nipples were stretched much further than he thought she could take. She could barely register the pain through the intense, overwhelming vibrations shaking through her thighs, pussy and ass. The Novelist Pt. 05 Author's note: This story contains themes of incest and BDSM. This can't be read as a stand-alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 to understand the story progression. Please comment and vote. ****** Marie jumped up startled by the commotion outside. She didn't think anyone else was around. She and Ybeth ran to the French doors in the kitchen and rushed out to see what had happened. Ybeth was a little faster. She found Jane and kneeled down next to her seeing the scrape on the woman's elbow. Marie appeared at her side quickly realizing the disaster that was unfolding. "Ybeth," She said softly while her eyes were trained on her sister. "Please go back inside." The Hispanic woman turned around and kissed Marie on the cheek before retreating back into the house to finish cleaning. She sensed something in Marie's voice that suggested she shouldn't ask questions. She thought that Sir's mother seemed concerned at the sight of this woman. She certainly recognized her. Jane was in pain from her fall. She had a bruise on her knee and small scrape on her elbow that she held gently with tears in her eyes and confusion etched on her face. "Marie?" She sobbed quietly. "W-what is going on here? Who was that woman?" Marie was equally affected by her sister's presence as she stood in front of her as naked as the day she was born. "What are you doing here?" Marie asked. "You shouldn't be here. Does Tom know?" "What are you doing here?!" Jane cried back clearly referencing her sister's state of undress. "Are you...? Did you and Tom...? Marie?" They stared at each other asking questions that neither could answer. This was exactly what Marie had tried so hard to avoid yesterday. This was the one person she feared might learn her secret. She finally broke down in tears in front of her sister crumbling to the ground, and then reaching out and wrapping her arms around Jane. They were both stunned. Marie assumed that judgment would be coming from her sister at any moment. She didn't need to say what had happened over the last few days. It seemed plainly obvious as she sat there naked save for her collar. Jane wanted to be angry. There were so many thoughts running through her head as everything became a little clearer. How could he have done it, she wondered. Marie assumed that her sister would blame her for the incestuous actions, but Jane knew she was just as guilty. She had seen his manipulation of the young masseuse. She had experienced his dominance first hand in her house. Now, she realized that his perversion knew no bounds. She held her sister's naked body realizing that she wasn't here to assist with the divorce settlement or to declare her error in judgment yesterday. She had come because she wanted him, but now she didn't know what to think. She cursed her inability to understand her own motives. "Oh God!" Marie sobbed in her arms. Jane shushed her sister and cradled her, rocking her back and forth. "Shhh." She whispered. "It's not your fault." Marie was relieved at the lack of an outburst or immediate judgment, but admitting it to her sister was still overwhelming. "Of... of course it is..." "Marie, there's something I need to tell you." Jane muttered with a shaky voice. "I... flew out here this morning to see you and Tom..." She began. "But... W-why?" Marie interjected. "Why not call? Why not fly back with us last night?" "Tom said I wasn't allowed to fly back with you." Jane stated uneasily. "H-he said that?" "Yes." "When?" Marie asked. "Why wouldn't he let you?" "He sent you out to the car to wait for him last night..." Jane said clamping her eyes shut and gathering her courage. "Then he p-pulled me from my chair onto the floor... he... bent me over the coffee table and... fucked me..." "No!" Marie gasped. "... When I asked him to fly back with everyone, he called me a needy slut... and then told me if I wanted to visit I had to do it on my own time at my own expense... but... he didn't say I couldn't come..." Jane pleaded. Somehow, despite her sister's similar actions, she felt this was still a betrayal. "Marie, please forgive me. Please..." Marie felt hurt by her son's actions. As she let the reality wash over her, it seemed less and less bothersome. He had many women. She wasn't bothered by the others. So why should she be bothered by the fact that his newest conquest was her sister? She should have expected it, she thought. She shouldn't have underestimated his voracious appetite for domination. Her sister loved his books. She'd told him that much. She realized that she had thrown the chum in the water. He was drawn to it. It was his nature. Marie finally looked up at her sister's scared and nervous eyes, and began to laugh. The laugh sounded as uneasy and nervous as Jane looked. It was unsettling. "A needy slut?" She asked. "That's what he called you?" "Yes." Jane replied unsure about her response, and guilt ridden over her own admission. "Well?" "Well, what?" Jane asked thoroughly confused. The last two weeks had been enormously burdensome. The last two days, though, were terribly confusing for her. It all seemed like some bad soap opera -- successful novelists and incest and fancy houses, private jets, masseuses and illicit lifestyles. Jane craved the comfort of normalcy, yet she cursed herself for being drawn to the allure of the forbidden world she had stumbled upon. "Well, are you a needy slut or not?" Marie blurted the question out knowing how ridiculous it sounded. The tears hadn't stopped streaming down her face, but the edges of her lips had drawn outward as if she were going to burst into a fit of laughter at any moment. Her eyes seemed more intense as she examined her sister. "I..." Jane was irked seeing this side of her. She hadn't even seen Marie naked since they were teenagers. She looked at her waiting for a response. "I'm not sure. Maybe I am." And with that simple answer Marie finally bellowed out in full laughter. "What's so funny?" Jane asked upset by her reaction. She wasn't sure if her sister truly found humor in this situation, or if she was delirious and mentally unstable given everything that had happened. "You wouldn't understand." Marie blurted back at her. She wrapped her arms around Jane again. "I'm not mad at you. I'm really not. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Marie stood up helping her sister to her feet. She had come to terms with the fact that she had submitted to her son. She was only ashamed when she felt she was being judged for her decision. She cared deeply for her sister, and the thought of being disowned or ridiculed by her only sibling was overwhelmingly painful. But her sister was guilty too. Marie noted the change in her own demeanor immediately. She felt better to a degree even if the reality was still shocking to them both. She shared a bond with her sister now -- and incestuous, terrible bond -- but a bond nonetheless. Her sister, however, was only just beginning to deal with the emotional repercussions. Jane looked at the deep bruises on Marie's ass. "Jesus, Marie." She gasped with honest concern. "Did he do that to you? Does it hurt? Did he beat you?" Marie turned giving her a sister a full view of her ass. She looked back at her over her shoulder gauging her reaction. Jane examined the brutal result of his punishment, and then she noticed the proud smile on her sister's face. "Did Sir do that to me?" Marie repeated as she glanced down toward her rear. "He did." "Why would he do that?" Jane asked stunned both by her sister's seemingly proud smile and by her use of the name Sir in reference to her son. "Because I broke the rules, Jane." She answered as if it were obvious. Then she turned around and took her sister's hands and held them. "Listen. There are plenty of rules in this house. I can't tell you anything about it now. I will say this, though... If he fucked you... if you showed up here... it was because he wanted it. He knew you'd come. You can't fathom his calculation. He knows people... he knows how they think... and... well it would be too hard to explain it all. But you need to understand this much, I let him whip me. In his house, you always get to choose." Jane felt very uncomfortable. Her sister was speaking with some type of cryptic allegiance to her own son. She wondered for a moment if he was running some type of cult. "Should I not have come?" Jane asked nervously. In that moment, Marie realized how naïve and silly she must have seemed a few days ago when she arrived. She had shown up at his house as if everything was normal, yet everyone around her knew a secret that she didn't. Now she understood and her sister was the oblivious one. She knew that Sir could set her on a new course if he chose. He could open her eyes if she were willing. She wondered if this is how Alexis had thought of her the first time they met. "Do you want to be here?" Marie asked. "I... Yes. I thought so." "Then this is where you should be." "Is he going to be mad that I showed up without asking first? Am I in trouble?" "Mad?" Marie asked. "No. I don't think he'll be mad at all." Then she paused. "In trouble? Oh, Jane, you're in over your head already!" Marie could not effect Sir's actions. He did as he pleased. She realized that he had chosen to fuck her sister. Maybe he had to involve her because of the circumstances surrounding the divorce. Maybe he couldn't have stepped in to manage it without her figuring things out. She wondered if her sister's arrival was somehow her fault. Marie knew that Jane had allowed him to fuck her, though. He certainly had a way of being convincing and manipulative, but she could have said no. So she let her last statement hang in the air. ****** Alexis folded the small blanket and stuck it away in Tom's pack. She placed the remnants of their lunch in small plastic bag, and then she knelt down next to the tree and said a short prayer and a goodbye to her mother. It was the first time she had come here where she wasn't overwhelmed by sadness. Today, instead of mourning the loss of her mother, she chose to use the occasion to celebrate her future. Tom took her hand as she stood back up, and they enjoyed the cool breeze that blew in from the ocean making the heat of the late afternoon somewhat bearable. They walked quietly around the vineyard taking a longer path back to the car. The silence allowed them to share a new closeness before they headed back home. Tom and Alexis both loved their life, but each knew that the nature of it prevented them from having as much time together as they might prefer. When they reached the car, they embraced one more time and shared a kiss before departing. Alexis made a three point turn to get the car turned around on the small dirt road. "Sir," She said. "I'm sure you're curious about my father. I'd like you to meet him at some point, just not today. This day is hard for him. It's the reason we don't see each other often. I remind him of her. He could never look at me the same way after she was gone. But I promise sometime soon I'll introduce you. You'd like each other." "Whenever you think it's best. I'd like that." Tom replied. Alexis drove inland from Santa Barbara toward Ojai making a more circuitous route back to the freeway. She was struck by nostalgia, and made the detour without discussing it. It was a nice drive regardless of the time it added to the trip. "Sir, I just want to mention that I'm not going to be able to hide my condition much longer. I'm not sure what you want me to say. The other girls will figure it out sooner than later." Tom had been staring out the window lost in thought. He began speaking before he even turned his head as if he'd already been thinking about it. "We'll tell everyone soon enough." He said. "But not yet. I need to handle these other complications first." "Have you thought about what you're going to do on Monday, Sir?" Tom turned back looking at her. His serious expression dissolved when he saw the beautiful glow in her face. She looked happy and he enjoyed seeing her this way. "I'm not sure exactly." He said. "I want him off his guard though." "Won't he be when he sees the house, or realizes that his attorney has resigned?" "It's not enough, I don't think." Tom said contemplatively. "I want him to talk to my mother first of all. I want them to have that chance. Lexi, as much as I'd like to see him suffer, I owe it to her and to him to discuss things first. He deserves the opportunity to make the right decision. I want to believe he has it in him." "Do you think that they could get back together, Sir?" She asked even though she didn't think it was possible. "I'm not sure what's going on in his head." Tom replied. "She'll never be able to take him back. Nothing will be the same for her. Not after the last few days." Alexis considered that and felt profoundly sad for a moment. "Does that bother you, Sir?" She asked. "No." He answered surprised by how little it actually affected him. "She's happier now. I think she's happier than she's been in a long time. Not that I attribute that to myself. I just think she needed to discover herself. Lexi, you can't think of her differently than any other woman that has come to our house." Alexis beamed at the small changes she saw him making. She enjoyed hearing him say things like 'our house'. It wasn't their house, it was his. The way he said it made her realize that he imagined them together always. "And your aunt?" She asked. Tom smirked. "She'll be here soon. I'll bet sometime tomorrow." He paused for a moment. "You know, Lexi, I won't be able to handle things on my own anymore. I know you've always been by my side, but I'm going to need you to take a larger role in our life. My aunt is a natural submissive. I can sense it, but she has plenty of resistance. She'll struggle with it. I want you to be more dominant with her. I need you to be more forceful. I don't want you helping her like you helped my mother." "Yes, Sir." She said. Tom and Alexis talked for the entire drive home unlike the relatively quiet drive on the way out to Solvang. Alexis had never listened to him talk through his thought processes. He never included her when he thought out a course of action or outlined the careful moves to bring someone to the moment of submission. But that was all Tom wanted to do on the drive home. He wanted her to hear the possible outcomes and countermoves for the coming days. He wanted her to understand the careful consideration required of a Dominant. She drank it in admiring his complicated view of social dynamics. Alexis didn't mention the pregnancy for the rest of the trip. If anything this day marked a change in her life and her future, the same way her life changed the day she first knelt for Sir. ****** Marie had brought down some Neosporin and a bandage and tended to her sister's scrape in the living room. She hadn't given Jane a tour of the house. Marie's nerves were aflutter the more she wondered what would happen when Sir arrived. She loved her sister, and the more she thought about the choices that Jane would have to make in the near future, the more nervous she became. She went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from the temperature controlled wine fridge, and poured herself a rather liberal glass. She brought one for her sister as well. Jane stood up and walked around the living room. She remembered her surprise when Marie had told her of Tom's success, but being in his home was another matter altogether. She looked at the same photos that Marie had seen when she first arrived. She was struck by the same realization that he lived quite a charmed life. She glanced at her sister who had gotten awfully quiet since they went inside. She looked at her sitting on the plush sofa. She noted that she didn't sit back into the cushions, rather her posture was rigid. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor; her ass sat on the edge of the sofa, her back was perfectly straight causing her generous bust to hang out in front of her. The glass of wine sat in front of her on the coffee table, but her hands remained on her knees except when she reached forward to take a sip. Something about it seemed off. "Aren't you going to put on clothes?" Jane finally asked. She'd been thinking it since she arrived. "No." Marie replied quietly wishing not to elaborate. "So you just walk around Tom's house naked all day long? You don't find that strange?" "No." She answered again. Jane was growing frustrated with her sister. She wanted to have a conversation, but Marie was making it very difficult. She tossed back her glass of wine finishing it. "Would you at least get me another glass of wine?" She asked. "Of course." Marie said taking her glass and walking in to the kitchen. Jane followed close behind her. She peered into the dining room on the way, and looked around the kitchen. "He has good taste." Jane stated as she admired everything. "Are you going to show me around?" "I... it's not my house, Jane. It's not my place to show you around." She said handing the wine glass back to her sister. "Why are you acting so strange?!" Jane pouted. "Why won't you have a conversation with me? Why won't you explain what's happening here? Why are you naked? Why are you wearing a collar? Why were you licking... what were you doing with that woman? Damnit, Marie! I want answers!" It was true. Jane did want answers. She had shown up here to see Tom, but what she had found was far beyond her comprehension. She wanted to know more. She needed to understand it. Her sister stood there with all the answers, but she wouldn't share. Her sister was the conservative one. Jane couldn't wrap her head around Marie's actions. The mystery of it all was an agitation. Jane had only just come to terms with her needs, but she couldn't live this life. It was too strange and too surreal. She hoped some simple explanation would make her feel better about it. Marie took a sip of her own wine. She closed her eyes savoring the taste. "He has an excellent collection of wine. I've never been a big drinker, but I've never been able to afford a good bottle either. Well... maybe on a special occasion. John would buy a nice bottle at a restaurant on our anniversary... back when we still celebrated it meaningfully. You should savor it a little bit." She was stalling. She didn't want to explain anything. She looked up at her sister seeing her disturbed, frustrated glare. Marie breathed deeply. "I'm not sure what to say to you, Jane. This is very awkward for me. I'm not trying to act strange, and I'm not trying to avoid a conversation. I'm just not comfortable standing in front of you like this. I didn't expect it, and I don't know how to give you an explanation." "Well then go put some clothes on!" Jane said exasperated. "I can't... I won't..." Marie replied quickly. "I... I don't care what you think of me. I mean I do care... but... oh, you wouldn't understand..." "Stop saying that! Explain it to me!" She pleaded. "Explain what?" Marie cried out in frustration. "Explain it how?! My life fell apart, Jane. My husband is a cheating asshole. I flew out here to get away from it, and I ended up fucking my son." A few tears escaped her eyes. "Oh god! You don't understand at all. Do you think I'm ashamed? I should be ashamed. But I'm not! I'm not ashamed at all. I love him. I have no regret. Don't you see? I'm happy here. I'm happy." "B... but?" Jane tried to interject. She looked at her sister and saw passion and determination in her glare. "But what?!" Marie retorted. "It's disgraceful, isn't it? It's disgraceful to fuck my own son. But I have no remorse. Maybe you do. Oh, Jane, it gets so much worse than that! He's a dominant, confident man. Why am I naked? Because I haven't been given permission to wear clothes in his home. Why am I wearing a collar? I bought this for him! I went out to a store and I bought it. I had it personalized with my initial. I gave it to him so he would know that I'm his. Why?! Because I'm a slut, Jane. Not just any slut, I'm a slut for my son." It felt good to let it all out. She continued, "You know he left today. I don't even know where he went. He left me a note that said I was to lick that woman's pussy. I just met her this morning, and a few hours later I tasted her... because he told me to. Does that answer all your questions, Jane? Is that what you wanted to hear? Screw my husband. Screw my divorce. None of that means anything anymore. This is what matters to me now." The Novelist Pt. 05 "You're not thinking right!" Jane spouted concerned. "You've had a lot of stress and emotional trauma in the last few weeks... and... well... you're just not thinking right! Why don't you come home? Maybe you should see a therapist or something." Marie smiled at her sister. She straightened her posture and collected herself. She walked around the counter and reached out giving her sister a comforting hug. Her bare breasts pressed against Jane's chest. Then she stood back and looked at her sincerely. "You've always been the smart one, Jane. You were always more career driven and independent. You never wanted to listen to me when I offered you advice. I always admired that about you even when I disagreed with your choices." She said with a smile. "I'm asking you to trust me. I need you to know that I'm thinking quite clearly. I understand everything that's happened in the last few weeks. I understand the gravity of every decision I've made. Jane, I'm fine. No matter how wrong it seems, I've never felt better." It was quite a lot for Jane to process. She wanted to believe her sister, but she had trouble wrapping her head around it. Everything seemed bizarre. She stared back at her sizing up her naked body wondering how she could stand there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She contemplated heading out to her car and finding a hotel. She wondered if she should just buy a ticket home and leave. There was an awful conflict inside her. It was a battle of common sense and blind intrigue. She just couldn't seem to leave. "Are you sure?" Jane asked. "I'm sure." Marie responded. ****** Alexis exited the car and made her way through the rear gate. Her heart was full. She knew that things would get hectic again, but her time with Sir had gone better than she expected today. Her worry over her pregnancy had vanished. She had never felt as content or carefree as she did at this moment. She stepped up onto the flagstone patio and made her way to the back door. She opened it quite surprised to find Marie and Jane in the middle of a conversation. Marie smiled and ran toward the door dropping to her knees as she waited for Sir. Jane, on the other hand, was startled to see the blonde woman. Her stomach tightened as she saw the wicked smile creep across the woman's face. She looked at Marie who had stopped everything to kneel down. It seemed wrong. Alexis, however, could not have felt more comfortable despite the surprise. She had just finished discussing his aunt's arrival. "Hi... uh... hello... again." Jane stammered trying to be polite, but doing nothing to hide her nervousness. It sounded awkward. Alexis walked up to her as she dropped her sundress to the floor revealing nothing underneath. She stood uncomfortably close to Jane. She reached out taking the glass from her hand. She swirled it slowly and then stuck her nose into the ring of the glass sniffing the bouquet. She tilted it upward taking a sip and swishing it in her mouth before she swallowed. The entire action had Jane on edge. "So," Alexis said through her wicked smile, "the needy slut came out for a visit. That didn't take long" "Oh. I... excuse me?" She stammered again. She thought it was an awfully rude way to greet a guest. She wondered what Alexis meant when she said it didn't take long. Had she been expecting her? "Sir says you're a brilliant woman." Alexis continued as she handed her back the wine glass. "Are you brilliant, or are you stupid?" "W-what? Is that how you greet a guest?" Jane said taken aback. "Why are you here?" Alexis queried. "What do you mean?" Alexis just stared back at her for an uncomfortable moment. "I see." She said. Then she made her way over toward the door and kneeled down next to Marie. "I'm not sure about her." She stated to Marie. "I guess we'll see." Then she leaned over and gave Marie a very deep and sensual kiss on the lips. Marie was startled by the whole scene. It didn't seem like the woman that had been so comforting to her over the last few days. But she melted when Alexis' lips pressed into hers. She couldn't help her deep attraction to her. Jane was left trembling next to the counter unsure of what just happened. She felt alone by herself while the other two girls knelt. She didn't know what to do. She wondered if she was expected to kneel with them. She wanted to run away. Those were the first words that the blonde had ever spoken to her. They were rude and disingenuous, and it made her unnerved to be in her presence. And to see the woman kiss her sister upset her even more. ****** Tom walked back to the guest house. He was pleased to see that every surface sparkled. It smelled fresh and clean. He removed his pack and deposited his ropes in a row of bins in the cabinet along the back wall. He enjoyed the moment to himself. Tom was adjusting to the ever changing, fickle events that kept creeping up in his life. Today was significant, though. Today he found out he would be a father. He was genuinely excited by the news, but, like every new father-to-be, inside he was terrified. It was a role he never had to play. It was new and exciting, but he still felt like he was standing on the edge of an abyss. Tom made his way back outside and up the path toward the house. He held his tablet under his arm as he climbed the steps into the kitchen. He was pleased to see his mother waiting next to the door as it swung up. He drew his eyes up, and took in the sight of his aunt standing there with a confounded and worried look on her face. It was obvious that his mother's submission was finally evident to her. "Aunt Jane!" He said excitedly. "I didn't expect you here until tomorrow." He set the tablet on the counter and gave her a big hug. "You expected me?" She asked confused. It bothered her that people kept talking as if her arrival had been imminent. She'd made the decision this morning on a whim. "You assumed I would come?" "Of course." Tom stated. "It was inevitable. You didn't have much choice." Tom ran his hand over her ass and then under the hem of her skirt stroking her inner thigh. "I... I had a choice!" She stammered jerking away from him. "I... Don't touch me there, Tom. I don't know what you think you know about me. I don't understand what's going on. This is wrong." She didn't like him taking these liberties in front of her sister, nor was she comfortable here. "You didn't think so yesterday." Tom replied. "I wasn't thinking right yesterday." She stated looking over at Marie upset by her obedience. "What are you doing, Tom? How could you do it?" "Still filled with questions, I see." Tom said. "I'm sorry. It was unfair of me to make assumptions about you." He paused for a moment. "Let me at least apologize for yesterday... you know for fucking you... and for calling you a slut. I guess I shouldn't have done it. It was my fault. It would mean a lot if you could forgive me. Okay?" Jane looked back at him somewhat annoyed. She shouldn't have been annoyed, she thought. She should have felt relieved. She expected him to be contentious or brash. This was an important moment for her though. She had stood her ground. She thought it best to show him her gratitude. "Well, thank you." She stated feeling ever more confident. "I accept your apology." "Did you take a cab here?" He asked. "No. I rented a car. Why?" "I was going to call you cab." He said. "But I don't want to be impolite. I'll walk you out to your car. Where are you parked? On the street?" Tom placed his hand on the small of her back, and began leading her toward the foyer. Jane was startled by the fact that he was ushering her out so quickly. "Oh. I..." She wasn't sure what to say. "I didn't book a hotel..." "I don't think you'll need one." Tom said as he reached the front door and opened it. "I have everything under control, Jane. I feel bad you made the trip for nothing. I want you to know that you can have full credit for any agreement we reach on a settlement. I just want to say again how sorry I am. I thought you enjoyed yesterday. I shouldn't have just done that without letting you think about it." "I... please don't keep apologizing." She said. This wasn't working out the way that she had hoped. "Would it be okay if... could I just stay the night?" "That's not a good idea, Aunt Jane." Tom said. "After what I did to you yesterday... I'd feel strange." "What about your mom?" She asked trying a new angle. "Shouldn't I stay for her?" Tom stopped her at the edge of the street. "Did you have a chance to talk to her this afternoon?" He asked a bit more seriously. "I... yes. I did." "Then you should know that she's happy here." Tom said. "You shouldn't worry about her. I mean that, Jane." "But..." Tom eyes narrowed as the sympathy drained from his face. "You still don't get it, do you? You still don't understand anything, Jane. You can't understand why she stays. Or why you came here. You can't understand the video I showed you. Or Alexis. You can't understand my life. Go home, Jane. Go home to my books and your vibrator and your lonely little life." Jane looked back at him shaken by the change in his demeanor. He wasn't apologetic about anything, she realized. That was just an act. He was dismissing her from his life. She wondered what it meant. ****** Tom appeared back in the kitchen. His mother had tears running down her face. Alexis wasn't sure why he had sent Jane away. It seemed counterintuitive to his overall plan. She thought about their conversation and did her best to understand his actions. It was a new way of thinking for her. "Why are you crying, mom?" He finally asked. "How could you send her off like that, Sir?" "She said that she disagreed with what I was doing." He stated. "Why would I want her around?" "But you fucked her, Sir!" Marie said clearly needing to get it off her chest. She wanted to find a way to mention it out loud. She wanted him to know that she'd heard the details of his actions. But mostly Marie was concerned about her sister's reluctance to fall into his lifestyle, and what that meant for their relationship. "And... and now she thinks I'm terrible... that you're terrible... What if she never speaks to us again? Why didn't you explain it to her? I thought you would... you know... do what you do..." Tom called her over. She scrambled to her feet into his open arms. "You heard me tell her to leave." He said softly rubbing her head. "You think she's gone. But she'll be back." Marie hadn't considered that fact. "She will? Do you really think so, Sir?" "She will." He reached up squeezing her breasts. "Have I told you how much I love these?" "No, Sir." She said with a hint of a smile. "Well I love them. They're amazing." ****** Jane had started the car feeling extremely uneasy. She probably shouldn't have been driving. She had a bit too much wine. She looked at the GPS on the dash. She made her way down into Hollywood. Thoughts and images of the last two days were swirling in her head. She made a right on Hollywood Boulevard and nearly clipped a taxi as it pulled into traffic. She panicked briefly and pulled the car to the side of the road. Jane sat there parked just down the street from the famed Chinese Theatre. Throngs of tourists were packing the sidewalk amidst the street performers and vendors. She didn't know if she should be heading to the airport or to a hotel. Jane began to cry while her hands gripped the steering wheel. She wanted to tell him it was wrong. When she arrived, she had changed her mind and wanted to know more about his life. After seeing her sister, she had just wanted to leave. Now, she wasn't sure what she wanted. It was wrong. It was all very wrong. She thought about her house and her job. She considered going home, and forgetting about everything. How could she, she thought. It had happened. If she was so certain it was wrong then she wondered why she hadn't said as much yesterday. Why did she call herself such a nasty name at his request? Jane's cries turned sobs. Her entire body shook and her nose began to run. She looked at all of the ecstatic, happy people going about their lives outside, and it made her feel even worse. Jane considered her life. She had no one. She had taken a small bit of pleasure in her sister's divorce. Initially, she thought it validated her choice to remain independent and unattached. Now, she just felt lonely. But Tom had made her feel something yesterday that she hadn't felt in such a long time. Despite how confused she was about his life and her sister's submission, she wanted to feel it again. She had felt physically empty when he left yesterday, but now she felt emotionally empty and entirely alone. She just sat there and sobbed. ****** Alexis busied herself on the sofa e-mailing all the girls. She had quite a bit of work cut out for herself. She needed to get all the contracts signed, and, more importantly, she needed to get a small group together that could assist her on Monday night. In the back of her mind, she still had Marie's idea for a birthday party floating around her head. It made sense now. It was a good idea. Tom snuggled next to his mother on the sofa. He knew when she needed attention, and he could only assume that Jane's arrival had been stressful. The television was on in the background. Marie still had no idea that her husband was coming into town. She wasn't interested in anything except her son's cock which was pressing into her ass. She reached back grabbing it through the fabric of his pants fascinated by her own insatiable need to be filled. The doorbell rang. "Alexis." Tom said calmly. "Send her away." ****** Jane had doubled back toward his house and parked out front. She was a complete and total mess. Her mascara had smeared down her face. Her eyes were red and puffy from the tears. She stared at the house from her car window. It upset her that she had come back, but she did need to see him. She was reluctant to head to the door mostly because she didn't understand her own emotions, but also because she wasn't sure what to say. It had been an hour and a half since he had walked her out of his house to the time she ended up back on his doorstep. It took her another ten minutes of sobbing before she pressed the doorbell. She waited afraid to look him in the face. The door finally opened, and she was greeted by the wicked grin from the blonde woman. "What are you doing back here?" Alexis snipped. "Didn't he tell you to leave?" Jane sobbed harder at the disrespectful woman. She reached her forearm to her face wiping the snot from her nose. "Ple-please let me talk to him." She pleaded. "I... n-need..." "What do you need?" Alexis asked. "I... d-don't know..." She sobbed. "You're a waste of time." Alexis stated before shutting the door in her face. Jane felt weak and confused. She hated that woman. She couldn't go anywhere though. She couldn't move. She sat down on the step outside the door and continued to cry. It was so hard to come back here. Now she didn't know what to do. ****** It had been a very frustrating day for John. He'd argued with Angie, and argued with his son. He had paced his house back and forth mostly out of boredom. He was sexually frustrated. Since he began his affair with the therapeutic masseuse he had been thinking about sex more than usual. He enjoyed feeling virile again. It made him feel young and in charge. Unfortunately, John found that the weekends provided an uncomfortable and eerie sense of loss since his wife had left. The house was quiet. The chores were left undone. Laundry was piled in his bedroom, and the kitchen was stacked with dishes that didn't seem to do themselves. Even the carpeting in the living room desperately needed to be vacuumed. He had stopped at the store to pick up some groceries, but he couldn't seem to remember the little things like dish soap or laundry detergent. He was bothered by these nuisances. Whether John was willing to admit it to himself, he missed having someone around. He missed his wife. It wasn't just her meticulous order and cleanliness he missed, but rather the conversations they'd have on long Saturday afternoons. He enjoyed fucking a woman in her twenties, but they didn't connect on a deeper level. As much as he enjoyed his wife's company, their sex life had long since withered to nothing. Neither woman provided him the happiness he wanted. John cursed himself for not being more careful with his affair. He thought that if he had just been a little sneakier then he'd have his clean house, his home cooked meals, his conversations and his new lover. Mostly, John just cursed his wife's unflappable reaction to his indiscretions. She hadn't blown up on him. She hadn't pleaded. She just left at the moment of his admission and never looked back. There was no opportunity to offer an explanation. Before that day, he never considered her to have much backbone. He reveled in the thought of meeting her face to face. They had history. She needed him. He was certain that she'd cower down and accept whatever terms he set. John walked back into his bedroom and took off his clothes. His cock was hard and he needed to cum. He closed his eyes thinking about what he would say. He thought about her crying and begging for him to take her back. He began stroking his cock as he played out the fantasy. "Oh you want me back?" He snickered to himself. "Well why don't you start by getting on your knees and sucking my cock." He stroked faster and faster thinking about the power he would have over her. "Yeah, that's it. And from now on you're gonna swallow my load." He watched as the cum bubbled from the tip of his cock and dribbled down over his hand. He gave a satisfied smile, and then grabbed the crusty sock from his nightstand and wiped it clean. ****** Alexis came back to the living room and nodded to Tom. He wondered if it was going to be a long night. He hadn't been sleeping much lately, but it didn't matter. This had to be done regardless. This had been a particularly difficult thing for him to think through. It was never too difficult to get someone to submit. It was harder for him to think about a dominating a family member. His mother had fallen into it easily helped by her marital collapse. He had crafted his aunt's submission carefully. Now, he needed to get his mother and his aunt to accept their submission to him together. Tom wondered what happened when his aunt first showed up this afternoon. He would have preferred to control the realization that his mother submitted. He assumed it was a shocking and confusing experience for them both. Despite having fucked Jane already, she seemed to have trouble accepting her sister's actions. His mother didn't understand why he sent her away earlier, but Tom knew that Jane needed to come back to him on her own. She needed to accept it. It wasn't something you could force on someone. He didn't think it was a gamble sending her off. She had come to Los Angeles faster than he predicted. She wanted to be here. He knew she wouldn't be able to leave so easily. Tom sent Alexis away. It felt unusual to have her leave, but this was a family matter now. She retired upstairs to his bedroom to take a long bath and wait for him. "Mom," He said, "Jane needs you to help her." "She does?" Marie asked surprised by this statement. Jane never needed her help in life, nor had she ever accepted it when Marie offered. "I'm your son. You're her sister." He explained. "What we're doing together ... well... you can understand how it's hard for her to understand. I'm sorry for not telling you what happened between us yesterday. But... for everything to work out, she needs to feel like it's okay. I can't make her feel that way. You have to do it. So you need to tell me, is this okay with you? Will you help me?" The Novelist Pt. 05 Surprisingly, it was difficult for Marie to come to terms with this thought. Of course, she knew that she wanted to help. She'd do anything for her son. She liked the idea of helping her sister and consoling her. It meant that she would have to watch him defile her though. It was the very reason she had felt so uneasy alone with Jane earlier. It was another incestuous act. After a long silence, Marie looked up at him resigned to the truth of how she felt. "Of course, Sir." Tom looked at her and caressed her cheek. "The last few days... I can only imagine the shock of finding out so many new things about me. You raised me well. It's important that you know that. Everything that's happened... it's a blessing. I have no regrets." Marie gathered herself and headed for the foyer. She stopped in the doorway to living room and looked back at her son. "I love you, Sir. No one will ever understand how much. Please, be gentle with her." Tom smiled at her warmly and watched her disappear around the corner. ****** Marie stepped into the foyer and looked at the door. Her life was about to get even more complicated than it already had. She reached up and felt her collar. It still gave her confidence. She needed to tell her son that she loved him. It was important for him to hear it again. She hoped he understood the underlying meaning. She loved him as a son, a lover and a Dominant, and she trusted him more than any other person in her life. Part of her knew that he was right. She needed to do this next thing to preserve her relationship with her sister. It wasn't even preservation as much as a cement bond that meant that nothing could come between them. She opened the door and saw her little sister sobbing on the porch. Marie was heartbroken seeing her so distraught. In some way, she was surprised at how juvenile she felt the last few days. She had so many thoughts and emotions that made her feel like a teenager again suffering the ups and downs of adolescence. Jane looked up expecting to see the evil blonde woman preparing to berate her or dismiss her. When she saw her sister instead, her sobs worsened. Marie smiled at her and held out her arms in a silent gesture to come inside. Jane could barely get herself up, and then she walked through the door and fell into Marie's open arms. The similarities to her own arrival at her son's house continued to affect Marie. She had been broken. She had needed comfort and guidance. It seemed that the lifestyle, and the dominant man that made her succumb to it, had done more than provide her with sexual satisfaction. She was feeling self-assured and confident and acutely aware of those around her. Marie felt whole in a way that she never had before. "There, there." Marie whispered. "Why are you so sad? It's okay. It'll be okay." Jane began to calm herself. Her sobs became sniffles. "I'm sorry, Marie. I'm so sorry." "About what?" Marie asked as if nothing was wrong. "About Tom!" She blathered. "I just don't understand..." "Is that why you came back? For him?" Marie asked knowing the answer. Jane nodded a reluctant yes. "What is wrong with me?" She sniffled. "Nothing." Marie stated quietly. "I tried to tell you." Marie looked at her sister and wiped away some of her tears. "Listen to me, Jane. This pain... it's all in your head. There's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with wanting him. There's no reason to be sad. Go to him." Marie took her hand and walked her back into the living room. Tom was still seated on the sofa. She pulled her sister toward him, and then she knelt down patting the floor next to her. Jane very tentatively knelt down. She felt uncomfortable and nervous in this position, and then she ever so slowly brought her eyes up to her nephew and met his gaze. Surprisingly, she found the most empathetic, warm look on his face. Tom stood up in front of them, unbuttoned his pants and let them slip to the ground. Jane gasped at the sight of him naked in front of her. It was still a surreal sight to see. Even yesterday, everything had happened so fast that she couldn't digest it. Now she sat next to her sister and looked at his solid, massive erection. "It's amazing, isn't it?" Marie said softly to Jane. "I... I've never seen one so..." Jane fumbled over her words. She looked at her sister unable figure out what to say. Marie smiled and then giggled a little. "My son has a really big cock." She whispered. "Never thought I'd say that. Go on. Feel it." Jane looked back at her for courage, and then she brought her hand up and wrapped it around his shaft. She gasped realizing her fingers couldn't encompass his girth. Marie leaned forward and licked his sack. She nodded at her sister, and then watched as Jane leaned forward and began to slide it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked it slowly rubbing her hand up and down his length. Marie continued to lap at his balls. Tom leaned back content and enjoyed the sensations. After a few minutes, Tom stood back up. His erection wagged in their faces as they looked back at him. He reached down lifting his aunt to her feet. She still looked nervous and unsure. Tom very quietly and very slowly began to unbutton her blouse. He didn't rip it off like he had yesterday. He brought his hand up to the clasp on her bra and snapped it open. He felt Jane tense as the material slipped from her shoulder revealing her breasts. Then he brought down the zipper on the back of her slim business skirt. He gave it a slight tug over her wide hips and it fell to the floor leaving her naked. Jane felt terribly exposed and conflicted in front of them. He was touching her so gently and her body reacted to his light touch as he reached around and massaged her breasts. It wasn't anything like yesterday. It was a kind and considerate touch. It felt electric. She couldn't believe it was happening, and she occasionally glanced down waiting for some type of objection from Marie. Tom sat down and pulled her forward straddling him on the couch. He sucked on her nipples. "Mom," he said, "put my cock in her." The words sounded all wrong to both women. Marie knew it was coming, though. She reached out grabbing onto his shaft as she watched her sister's ass hovering above it. She tentatively dragged the head of his cock across Jane's slit watching it moisten. She spit on the tip adding some lubrication and then lined him up with her hole. Marie grabbed her sister's hips and then pulled them down watching her little boy's thick cock disappear inside her only sibling. Jane let out a loud and approving groan as he stretched her open slowly. When he was fully seated inside her she looked back at him expectantly. "What are you, Jane?" He asked. "I'm... I'm a needy slut." She said finally accepting the truth. "Sir." Marie whispered. "Call him Sir." "I'm a needy slut, Sir." Jane repeated correcting the error. Then she lifted herself up slightly and pressed back down on his cock. Oh yes, she thought as he filled her, she was a needy little slut alright. She rode him harder and harder getting lost in the pleasure. Her ass bounced and jiggled. She continued until she climaxed. Her breathing was shallow and labored as the intense sensations coursed through her. Tom grabbed her hips and guided them at the pace he desired driving himself inside her. Tom hooked his arms under her upper thighs and stood up lifting her into the air. Jane stared wide eyed at the ease in which he could lift her body. She grabbed onto his biceps as he flipped her onto her back feeling the strength of his muscles. She had never been carried and moved about so effortlessly. She felt a powerful need for him to take her again and again. Tom looked at her laid out on the edge of the sofa spread wide. She caught a glimpse of his wry smile as he sized her up. It caused a flutter in her stomach. Marie stared at her sister waiting for him to defile her again. It was incredibly hot to watch her son take a woman, but still there was something so wrong about this particular woman. As much as she wanted to be disgusted by the act, she couldn't find those feelings inside her. She wasn't sure what that meant. Tom turned to his mother and pushed his cock into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily and then paused briefly realizing that the new taste on him was her sister. "That's it, mom." He said confidently. "Clean off her cum." Marie took him deep in her throat sucking him with her lips sealed tightly around his shaft. Then he took his cock and pounded it back into Jane's pussy. The entire act of controlling them together made him feel powerful. He pounded his aunt with every ounce of strength he could muster. It wasn't quite as hard or as mean as he fucked Fran on Thursday, but it was certainly harder than anything Jane had experienced. She came again. Her pants turned to loud moans. Tom kept her legs back making sure his cock slammed as deep as it could go. Her pussy squished as he attacked it. "Ohohmygod. I can't... it's too deep..." She cried out. Tom slowed for a second. "No! Don't stop! Ohfuckkkkk." Jane spasmed beneath him lost in throws of an orgasm. Her pussy tightened so hard that Tom couldn't hold out any longer, nor did he want to. He poured out inside her. As if the sheer pleasure of her climax wasn't enough, she couldn't believe how it felt to have him cum inside her. It was different than yesterday. He had cum far more and much deeper. She could feel the heat of it hitting the sensitive walls of her pussy. She felt it oozing around his shaft as he continued to push himself inside her. It was a feeling that she didn't want to end. He pulled out slowly, and looked at her limp and helpless body. He lifted her torso and squeezed himself behind her. She leaned into his chest lost in the moment. Tom wrapped his arms around hers and held her tightly. He didn't want her to move or to struggle, not that she tried to do either. He looked down at Marie. "Clean her." He said flatly. Marie stared back at him with pleading eyes. Sure, she had begun to enjoy performing oral on other women, but this was her sister. She didn't answer. "My poor little slut." He said. "You can clean her, or you can choose the crop instead." He watched her with cold eyes. She inched forward to her sister's untrimmed pussy. Marie stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes and then dragged it across her little sister's freshly fucked cunt. Jane's eyes shot open. She looked down at Marie between her legs. "Oh no! no. no." Tom held her tight and brought one hand to her mouth holding it shut. "Not a word out of you. Just watch her clean that tight little pussy. Look at how obedient she's become." Jane did watch with wide terrified eyes. Her sister's tongue was deft as it dipped inside her and licked up her labia and around her clit. She felt the cum dripping out of her, and she looked on as her sister lapped it up. It only took a moment for Marie to forget whose pussy she pleasuring. Jane tried to think of something else. Anything else. But Tom forced her to watch as her body betrayed her and she came on her sister's face. Tom eased his grip and uncovered her mouth. He slid her from the couch back down to her knees. Jane couldn't help but stare at his cock. "Everything is going to be just fine, Jane. You don't need to worry about being a slut anymore. Didn't I tell you that you'd feel better once you realized how you need to be treated?" Jane didn't know what to think. She was still on a high from her orgasms. Tom leaned forward and gave her a tender kiss on the lips, and then he left them both kneeling on the floor without another word. ****** It was well past midnight. Angie tossed and turned in her bed. She was tired, but despite her best efforts, sleep would not come. She was still angry with John for showing up earlier. Maybe she was upset that even though his accusations had been wrong, they hadn't been entirely wrong. It was that man. It was that strange and confident man that plagued her thoughts. Angie might have slept with two other clients, but she'd never had a one night stand, nor had she ever slept with someone on a first date much less no date at all. Of the five men she had slept with, none had ever pleasured her the way that he had. She wondered how he got her to do such dirty things. She never considered herself to be that kind of girl. She liked sex, but he didn't have sex with her. He fucked her. She kept thinking about his taunt. She thought about the sheer amazement when she pulled his towel off. Part of her wished that she had just covered him back up and went on with her massage. She had been overwhelmed by the size of him. Even thinking about it made her wet. She pushed her hand inside her loose fitting pajama pants and touched herself. He had filled her so completely. It occurred to her that sex just might not be the same. She couldn't imagine John's average sized cock giving her the same pleasure. He usually came quickly anyway. But even if he didn't, she wouldn't have the same satisfaction of being stretched and filled. She needed it. She wondered if Tom was still in town, or if he had flown home. She wondered if he visited often. They hadn't discussed it. Angie crawled out of the bed and shoved her small feet into her slippers padding down the hall to a side door. She unlatched the locks and stepped outside. There was a trash can pushed up against the side of the house. She lifted the dirty lid and pulled a few soggy items aside with two fingers trying her best not get her hands dirty. She reached in and removed a small folded piece of paper. She opened it up and saw his email address written on the inside. He had left it for her, but she had thrown it out in fear that John might see it and be suspicious. She had no other way to contact him. No number, not even a last name. She went back into her bedroom and grabbed her laptop from her dresser before climbing back into bed. She lifted the lid and began to compose a note. She was frustrated trying to word it correctly. She didn't want to seem overeager. She didn't want to seem disinterested either, although she thought the fact that she was writing him at all was a testament to the fact she'd been thinking about him. It took her twenty minutes and quite a few rewordings. Then she hit send. Angie was nervous, and wondered if it was a bad idea to reach out to him. She thought that it might have been better to wait a day or two longer. It was a moot point now. She laid back staring at the ceiling still unable to fall asleep. Then she reached into her nightstand drawer shuffling through some papers before she found her vibrator buried in the back. She pulled up her covers and twisted the end hearing the dull electronic buzz muffled by the sheets. She pressed it into her clit, and then she closed her eyes and thought about his wonderful cock filling her. ****** Tom quietly stepped into his bedroom. The light from the bathroom was still on illuminating the room in a faint glow. He looked and saw Alexis fast asleep. It occurred to him how tired she must have been lately. She was about to be in her second trimester, and the fatigue must have been difficult. He turned off the light, and climbed into bed alongside her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and rested his head on the pillow holding her close to him. Within a minute he had drifted into a deep slumber. ****** Marie led her sister up the stairs toward her bedroom. Jane looked at her sister shyly. She hadn't said much since her last orgasm. She wasn't sure what to say. Part of her wanted to acknowledge it, and part of her wanted to pretend like it hadn't happened. Jane fawned over the room. It was large and beautiful. She opened the French doors on the other side of the bed, and stepped out onto the large tiled patio. Everything, even the house, was still hard for her to digest. "Marie." She finally said meekly. "What's going on here? I really don't understand." Marie looked at her sister empathetically. She knew how she felt. "This is his life." She said. "The house? The writing?" She wasn't sure where her questions began. "I had no idea either. Oh god, Jane. You should have seen me a few days ago. Showing up here all emotionally backward expecting to find my son struggling and hoping to stay for a couple days. This is what I found. You can imagine my surprise." "How did you not know? How could nobody know?" Jane struggled to comprehend it. "You have to understand that he's private. I'm serious, Jane. You can't say anything about his life to anyone. He's serious about that." "But..." She asked. "Wouldn't he want people to know he's successful?" "Alexis says that he doesn't much care for acknowledgement. She always tells me that he likes his life. He likes to write. He likes his home. He likes his women. Nothing else matters to him. Trust me, he's very particular." Jane scowled at that name. "Alexis. What is her problem? Why is she so mean?" "I don't know what you did to upset her." Marie said seriously. "But you better fix it. You don't understand. She's maybe the most important thing in his life. There isn't anything that happens here that she's not a part of. You don't want to be on bad terms with her." "But I didn't do anything to her!" Jane whined. "Have you ever been in a situation where you feel like everything is a test? Where every move you make is being watched and analyzed? I sort of felt like that when I first got here. Alexis started to explain the lifestyle to me. You know, dominance and submission and all that. It's fascinating and nerve racking. If you didn't do anything then you're being tested, I think." Marie was grasping the lifestyle better with every passing moment. She thought about Alexis displaying her in Stephen's shop, and thought that this spurt of dominance over her sister may have been intended for some larger lesson. Jane thought about that for a moment. "Marie? Be honest with me, okay? What are you doing here? I mean really. Are you really doing this? You're going to be a sexual submissive to your son? I... I understand the attraction... and he seduced me too... but what now? You can't live this way." Marie hadn't heard someone lay it out so plainly. It sounded like an entirely rational viewpoint. It took her a second to mull it over and seriously weigh out the options in her head. Then she looked up at her sister and said, "Why can't I?" "Why can't you?!" Jane exclaimed. "Because he's your son, for one. Because what happens in a week, a month, a year? What happens when he doesn't want you anymore? What about your life back in Saratoga?" "My life in Saratoga is gone. I don't want it back. I don't want John. I want Sir. Jane, I hadn't sex in so long I couldn't even remember the last time. And now, I've had more sex in the last few days than I have in the last few years. It's not just that either. I like it here. Alexis makes me happy. Sir makes me happy. The other girls make me happy. Why can't I have this life with the rest of them? I'll take it for as long as he keeps me here." "The other girls? You mean that Mexican woman you were with?" "Ybeth." Marie said. "And she's Colombian, not Mexican... and a lovely girl. You shouldn't disrespect the other girls. That's a serious offense. But no, not just Ybeth. Fran and Abby and Anne and Alexis and all the ones I have yet to meet." "Jesus, Marie! How many are there?" "I'm not sure. But, from what I've heard in the last couple days I think thirty maybe." "Thirty! He has thirty women that just do whatever he says. What? He just wakes up in the morning and says 'Oh, I want that one to come over and suck my cock and fuck me and be my slave.' You know how ridiculous that sounds?!" Jane wasn't necessarily outraged by the thought. She just struggled with comprehending it. The Novelist Pt. 06 Author's note: This story contains themes of BDSM and Incest. This can't be read as a stand-alone story. I suggest starting at the beginning to understand the story progression. Special thanks to Winter Lotus and Mister J for helping me along the way. Please comment and vote. Thanks, everyone. ****** Jane leaned back in a lounge chair out near the pool. She tilted her head back lifting her face toward the sun with her eyes closed lightly feeling the rays on her bare skin. It was a liberating feeling for her. She had no need to be shy or covered. She had no need to worry if someone might show up and see her this way. She still felt embarrassed being naked in front of others, but only because she wasn't used to it. Marie set a small bowl of mixed fruit on the table in between their chairs. Jane reached down, plucked a bright green grape and popped it in her mouth. Marie stared at her sister and the dark letters on her breasts. Tom's will had been done. John had been an only child. Jane was Tom's only aunt. He had no cousins or siblings. Soon he would have no father either, she thought. Of course he'd always have a father, but John would be relegated to some estranged status. How else could it go? She wasn't sure what she wanted to say to her husband, if she wanted to say anything at all. "John is coming out tomorrow." Marie finally spoke. Jane kept her head back and her eyes closed. "Tom told me as much on Friday." Jane replied. "He didn't say it would be tomorrow, but he said he'd be coming." She turned her head looking at her sister out of squinted eyes. "Are you worried?" "No." Marie said solemnly. "I'm surprisingly relaxed. Since I came here Sir has done so much for me. He seems to have everything thought out. I trust that he knows what will happen. I guess it's just an odd feeling." "What is?" She asked. "The separation from John... the divorce... Since I was a teenager this is the longest we've spent apart. I can't forgive what he did, or how he reacted when I found out. But... we spent the better part of our lives together. It's confusing to think that's over." Jane looked around at the pool and the patio and the lush landscaping. "I think you came out on top in this situation." She noted. "This is not a bad life. Not bad at all." She popped another grape in her mouth. "Maybe." Marie said. "Maybe I did. I love him, you know? As a son and so much more." "I get it, I think" Jane stated quietly. "It's like I never really knew him before now." The girls came in the through the back gate all carrying shopping bags. They laughed and giggled as they came down the path toward the house. Alexis noticed Jane and Marie next to the pool and veered off in their direction. Abby followed her. Jane watched her approaching as she shed her clothing. "How does she make everything seem so natural?" "I don't know." Marie replied lightheartedly. "I'm envious of her." "Who wouldn't be? I mean look at her! She's like a model." Alexis settled herself on the end of Jane's lounge chair as Abby knelt down next to her. She smiled at Jane. "And how are you doing?" She asked. "Oh! Me? Um... fine... good..." She paused. "Why is she down there?" She nodded toward the little brown haired girl. "She's submissive, Jane. She serves Sir just like I do, but he gave her to me as a gift." She looked down and stroked Abby's hair. "Abby, this is Jane, Sir's aunt. Say hello." Abby nearly jumped up in excitement. "Hi! It's so nice to meet you! Oh gosh, it's been so exciting here lately. You're really pretty... I hope that Sir lets me lick your pussy. I bet you taste good like Marie." Abby took a breath looking at her breasts. "Don't be embarrassed about that." She said pointing at the words. "We're all sluts here." "Well... thank you... I think." Jane said befuddled by the vivacious young girl. "Abby take Marie inside and have her try on her outfit. I need a moment alone with Jane." "Yes, Mistress." She said grabbing Marie's hand and pulling her along as she babbled about their excursion earlier. After a few moments, Alexis finally asked a familiar question. "Why are you here?" Jane looked at her a bit unnerved. She wasn't afraid of her today. Something seemed different now. Jane looked at the perfect blonde with some new understanding of the role she played. She studied Alexis' features while she mulled over her answer. She didn't know why she had made the trip. She didn't understand why she had stayed last night, or why she allowed him to dominate her this morning. It seemed as if there was only one simple truth. "Because I'm drawn to him." Jane said simply. "I'm drawn to this life. I don't have a better answer than that." Alexis smiled her graceful smile. "There aren't good and bad answers. Only honest ones." She paused. "So what do you want now?" Jane knew what she wanted. She'd been thinking about it all morning. She saw the other girls all wearing their collars, and now she wanted to join them. She wanted one of her own. She wanted to be one of them. "I... I want a collar." Alexis sighed. "That doesn't seem reasonable." "Why not?" Jane pouted unhappy with the answer. "Do you know what it means?" Alexis responded. "That... he owns me." Jane said knowingly. "That I can never go back." "But you have to go back, Jane. You don't live here. You have a home and a career. What would you do here?" Jane's eyes watered. "Look at me!" She pouted holding her arms outstretched and gesturing to her body with a simple flick of her wrists. "Do you think I can go back to that? After I endured this? I can't even think of that life right now. It's seems so... so pointless." Alexis took in the sight of her body. Her breasts were bruised and defaced with the thick black words. The bruises on the backs of her thighs and ass could be seen creeping out from beneath her seated form. Alexis had thought he was thorough with Marie, but this had taken a first punishment to a new level. Sir had wanted to make a point with her. "Tell me," Alexis asked, "how did it go this morning? I'll be honest that this is harsher than he is with most women on their first punishment." Jane leaned forward and looked at the blonde with the calm intensity that she had felt in Tom's bondage. "The first few hurt like hell. After that I felt very calm. When he made his way down to the bottom of my ass with that strap... I came." Alexis didn't say a word at first, nor did she show any expression. She knew the implication of Jane's admission. She had gotten off on it. Alexis enjoyed when Sir punished her, but she wasn't a pain slut. For her the pain acted as a reminder; for her she liked to endure it to show her strength. It was rare to find someone that took pleasure in the act. Even Jen, who enjoyed being whipped more than most, didn't climax from the experience. "I'll take you to the store. You can pick out a collar. But, Jane, that doesn't mean that he'll accept it. Okay? It's Sir's decision. It's always Sir's decision." Jane just smiled back at the blonde pleased with the response. "I know." She responded. "I'm starting to realize that now." ****** Tom drove over to the corner of Hollywood and Selma. He parked his car at meter and fed his credit card into the greedy machine. He wasn't far from Stephen's shop. He thought that he probably should have just walked over instead of moving the car. He strolled up around the corner heading north on Selma toward the weathered blue and red spiraled barber pole that hung above an otherwise unremarkable doorway. He pushed the glass door inward listening to the squeaky hinges announce his arrival. The shop was dated. There was a simple counter and register just inside the door. The room was narrow and long. Five barber chairs sat lined in a row down its length. Along the left hand wall was a wooden bench that served as a waiting area. He could smell the distinct odor of barbicide that was used as a disinfectant. Sam sat in one of the barber chairs running his scissors and straight razors across a sharpening strop. He often complained that you couldn't get quality tools for the trade anymore. He preferred his old razors and he kept them in good condition. He turned slowly at the sound of the door. His movements were unrushed. Sam certainly moved at his own pace. His face was weathered and old with a thick, stubby silver mustache that matched his full head of hair. "Well I'll be damned." He drawled setting aside his tools and carefully getting to his feet. He took in the sight of the young man sporting a few days' worth of stubble. "What's with the whiskers, Tom? You posing for religious paintings or something?" "Just been a little preoccupied lately. It's good to see you." Tom said extending his hand for a shake. Sam reached out with a firm grip. "Jesus, you've got a grip on you, old man." He continued smiling. "Marine Corps will teach you that, son. You youngsters are all too coddled. What'll it be today? The regular?" "Nah," Tom said. "I'll take the shave too. How's business been?" "Slow." He said. "It's about high time I packed it in. Can't much afford the rent anymore." Sam tilted back the chair and placed a hot, damp towel around Tom's neck and face in preparation for the straight razor. He picked up his ceramic lather bowl and began whipping some shaving cream with the coarse hairs of his brush. "I guess an old codger like me has gotta admit when he's had a good run." Sam continued. "How about you? How you been?" "Troubled, Sam." He replied. "My mom flew out here this week. My parents are getting a divorce. My father is being unreasonable. It's gotten contentious. I guess I'm disappointed with him." Sam removed the towel and began to paint the lathered cream over Tom's stubble. "Family is always a tough one. I've had a few spats in my day. Went seventeen years without talking to my son because of such and such. One day I woke up and realized I couldn't remember what we were even arguin' about." "You think it's stupid to disown someone?" Tom asked. "Not stupid. Foolish maybe. You get to be my age and you think back on your choices. Sometimes you watch other people make the same ones you did. We're men. We make decisions on principle. Principles are important. They define a man." Sam stated as he dragged the sharp end of the razor over Tom's skin with precision. "If you had it to do over again with your son would you make the same choice?" "Suppose I would." Sam replied. "Knowing the consequences doesn't change the type of man I am." It was thought provoking to hear the old man talk. Tom had principles. In fact, it was his principles that changed him a few years back. It was his principles that set him aside from other Dominants in the lifestyle. It was his principles that allowed him to be successful. "Should I consider that advice?" Tom asked. "It's just conversation, son. Nothing more, nothing less." Sam stated. "You do what needs to be done. And then you live with your choices. That's my advice if you're lookin' for some." Tom marinated on that thought. He wasn't interested in talking too much. So he leaned back quietly and watched the old man's arthritic fingers as they combed through his hair clipping and trimming it into something more manageable. ****** Alexis was pleased with the progress she had made today. She'd heard from almost all the girls regarding the new contracts. Arrangements were already in the works for Tom's birthday. They had gone out and gotten their lingerie for tomorrow evening. She even reached out to Erik back in upstate New York. Most importantly to her, the gift she had made for Tom was ready to be picked up. The other women had left for the day. Alexis was feeling tired as the day wore on. Marie had offered to get her a glass of wine. She politely declined. She was pleased that no one seemed to notice that she hadn't been drinking. She didn't have anything at the bar in Saratoga Springs, nor had she enjoyed a mimosa this morning. She simply poured herself a champagne flute filled with orange juice. The only alcohol she'd had since her pregnancy began was the small sip from Jane's glass when she arrived. She sat back on the sofa and watched as Marie instructed her sister on the proper positions. The two women occasionally glanced at Alexis for approval. Marie had made huge strides in such a short amount of time, but she was still new to it and appreciated Alexis' guiding force. Jane whimpered and winced as Marie bumped against her bruised body. The jolts of pain shocked her, but they also aroused her in that new way. ****** Angie wheeled out her suitcase into her living room. It had taken her about an hour to pack. She considered that to be rather expeditious considering it was her first major trip -- although most people wouldn't consider it that major. It took a little consideration on her part. She wasn't all that fashionable, and she worried that she'd look like a tourist among the fashionistas of Los Angeles. She had the essentials. She unzipped her bag one last time in the living room to double check. Bathing suit, check. Sundresses, check. Heels, check. Evening dress, check. Sandals, check. And on and on she went back over each item. Finally she took a small tote bag, and filled it as a carryon for the flight. The last item she dropped inside was Tom's book. She didn't want to admit how excited she was to visit California. Her real excitement was rooted in the thought of seeing him, and watching him work with the submissive women he had mentioned. It gave her butterflies in her stomach just to imagine it, although, there was also a small pang of guilt knowing that she was deceiving John. She waited patiently until the doorbell finally rang. She opened the door to see John's smiling face. "Hello, beautiful." He said. "Are you ready for a week of relaxation on the west coast?" He moved in to wrap his arms around her. Angie still felt awkward having him grab at her. She was beginning to think that this was a bad idea altogether. If it weren't for the prospect of seeing Tom then she wouldn't have agreed to this trip. "Wait, John." She said pushing him back slightly trying not to be too dismissive of his advances. "I want you to know that I'm still upset about yesterday. I appreciated your apology and all, but it... it doesn't make it all better. Okay? I still need you to be respectful of my career and my life." "I know. I know. That's why I wanted you to come with me. Let me show you how much you mean to me, Angie." He replied as smoothly as he could. "Let's not start it like this. Don't start the trip by pushing me away. I promise this will be great. We're going to have such a good time together." She felt trapped. She knew he was right on some level. It just wasn't possible to expect to dodge him for an entire week. At some point, she was going to have to succumb to his advances and give a little something in return. "Okay, John." She said putting on her best manufactured smile. "I admit that you're trying... and I appreciate it. Let's see if I can say thank you." She dropped down to her knees and reached up unbuckling his belt. She unbuttoned his khakis and then reached her hand up to his waist and pulled his pants and underwear down right there in the center of the room. "Well..." She said trying to be cheery about the awfully small size of him. "It looks like someone is a little excited. Let's take care of this." Angie reached up wrapping her fingers around his shaft and giving him a couple pumps. Then she leaned forward and swallowed his entire length. John watched with an approving smile while the young girl tended to his erection. Angie worked his cock with everything she had. She just wanted to get this over with and get to the airport. John groaned out loud. "Oh shit. That's it suck my cock. Oh yeah. That's good. That's so good." Angie sucked harder and reached her hands up to massage his balls. She didn't breathe. She didn't stop her momentum. She just attacked it with her mouth pushing him toward completion. It seemed as if it was taking forever. He didn't usually have this kind of stamina. She couldn't have known that he had masturbated a few times already today. Finally he was getting there. She felt his balls begin to tighten. "Oh shit. I'm so close. Don't stop. Oh fuck." And then he let out another long groan as he began to cum. The first drop hit her tongue, and Angie's face scowled at the sour, pungent taste. She quickly removed her mouth and kept pumping the last drops out. She was surprised by the small amount. It occurred to her then that this was not the first time he came today. She looked back up at him reapplying her manufactured smile. "How was that? All better now?" "It was perfect." He said. "I needed that. Thank you." "You're welcome. Why don't you take my bag to the car. I'm going to wash my hands, and then I'll be right out." "Sure thing." He said with a much more chipper voice. John toted her suitcase out the front door and down the steps. The smile on his face was a combination of satisfaction and happiness with a hint of an evil grin. This was a brilliant idea, he thought to himself. It had already started to work in his favor. In John's mind the key to a younger woman was offering her something that she couldn't provide herself. They were all whores in one way or another. Maybe it wasn't cash they wanted, but you could buy their devotion with a trip or clothes or fancy dinners. Angie washed the rest of his cum off her hand. She was struck with wonder at what she saw in him. Had someone asked her a few days ago if she was happy, she probably would have said yes. But after the last few days she wasn't sure that was the case at all. She stepped out of the kitchen back into the living room. She looked at the massage table and thought about Tom defiling her on it. He hadn't been whiney or pleading. He had just directed her confidently and then taken what he wanted. She needed to see him. He was consuming her thoughts. She grabbed her tote bag, and then glanced back at the room scanning to see if there was anything she missed. She didn't think so. She had gone through everything more than a few times. She walked onto the front porch and then made sure she locked the door and the deadbolt. She hopped down the steps and into John's Ford Explorer. And they were on their way. Each of them sat quietly for the first few minutes of the trip. They smiled at each other silently, but they were each consumed with thoughts of their deception. Each one thinking the other was there out of some sort of devotion. ****** Tom stepped back out onto the street feeling quite a bit better. He appreciated the feeling of a fresh shave and a haircut. He felt clean and put together. There was something about it that made his movements seem a bit more pointed and purposeful. Maybe it was silly to think such a simple act could affect his demeanor, but it did. He enjoyed talking to the old man. It made him a bit sad to think that Sam might shutter the doors to his business. He'd been open for almost fifty years, and in that time he rarely missed a day of work. Sam always told him that work gave him purpose. He always impressed on Tom the idea that once someone - particularly someone in the winter of their life - gave up on working, they were giving up on living just the same. Tom wondered if that's why he enjoyed Sam, Frank, Jim and Stephen so much. They all worked. They all needed to feel purposeful. Tom thought about his father for a moment. He had whined on the phone that he worked his entire life toward retirement. Tom pitied him. He wondered what satisfaction retirement would offer. It sounded like a banal existence filled with repetitious boredom. His friends, even Erik, all worked because they enjoyed it. They needed it. The Novelist Pt. 06 It was already midafternoon. Tom's upset over the mistreatment of the young girl in Stephen's shop was wearing away. He wondered what would become of her. He considered his actions. Then he thought of Sam's advice. "You do what needs to be done." Sam had stated. If ever there were words that resonated with Tom, those would be them. It just made sense in its simplicity. He pulled into his driveway and parked in front of the detached garage. He stepped into the backyard and felt the familiar calmness settle over him. He took a moment to remind himself that, despite everything that happened in the last few days, he was still in control. He had handled everything that was thrown at him so far. He smiled his wry smile. ****** Alexis sat up. She felt better after resting for an hour. Her ear was attuned to the house, and she could hear the subtle sound of the engine in the distance. She looked up and saw Tom through the floor to ceiling windows as he stepped into the backyard. "Sir is home." Marie looked up from the floor where she had been helping Jane with a presentation position. She beamed excited at the news. "Oh no!" Jane said suddenly. "What do I do? What am I supposed to do?" "Shhh." Alexis replied. "Don't get so worked up. Just kneel when he comes in. You'll be just fine." "But... wait... kneel? Not a presentation position?" She asked with her nerves aflutter. Jane seemed fine for a while this morning. The session that Tom had given her stirred some powerful emotions inside her. She wanted to see him again. She wanted him to be pleased. But she had fallen back into the overwhelming feelings she had when she first arrived. There was just so much to digest, and now, with all the new rules and positions she was learning, it seemed hard to act appropriately. "Just kneel." Marie said calmly. "Try not to overthink it. Kneel and follow instructions." "Um... okay." Jane replied tentatively. "You'll learn, Jane. Once you start to follow instructions, it's really not that hard at all." Marie said. "It's nice not having to think too much." Tom came through the backdoor and into the living room. Alexis slipped from the couch and the three women knelt in a row in front of him. Tom was still wearing his wry smile. He didn't say anything. He walked over to the coffee table and picked up the nipple weights from this morning. Then he came back and quickly clamped them onto Jane's breasts. She let out high pitched squeak as they took hold. "Oh, Sir!" Marie gasped. "Please! She's been through so much already." Tom gave her a disapproving glance. "And you think you know how to train her better than I do?" "No, Sir! I... I just..." Tom picked up the crop lying against the wall. He pointed the tip toward the floor in front of Jane and stared back at his mother. She lowered her head and then crawled over to assume the position. "Look at my needy slut." He said coldly. Marie lifted her head and stared back at her sister in front of her. It had been days since she felt the sting of the crop, and now she realized her mistake. She didn't need to be whipped. She just had to remember her place. Tom raised the end and then snapped it down making sure the sting would sear her fading bruises. Marie didn't do a thing except remain still. Jane winced at the sound of the crop each time it connected. He laid ten blows into her tender ass. "Kneel up." Tom stated. He reached over and took the weights from Jane's breasts and then clipped them onto Marie's nipples. She whimpered audibly unused to the new pain. It was more painful than the nipple clips he attached to her yesterday. Tom looked down at Jane. "Tell my mom what you are?" He said. Jane looked directly into her sister's eyes. "I'm a needy slut, Sir." She didn't hesitate to get the words out. "Good. Now, on your hands and knees. I want you to show her what that means." She shifted forward dropping onto her hands. "Do these hurt?" He asked rubbing the deep purple bruises on her ass. "Yes, Sir. Very much." She responded. Tom raised his hand and brought it down on her left ass cheek. Marie looked on in horror as he spanked her sister's already battered rear. He could hear her breathing quicken. Jane accepted what he had to give her. She felt those feelings begin to take hold inside her -- those new sensations that confused her so much. Tom moved his target lower between her ass and upper thighs. He slapped them without mercy until he saw her body begin to quake and shiver. Marie's eyes were trained on Jane. She saw her sister's lips tremble and the confusion in her face until she gasped out loud. "Tell her what happened, Jane. Tell her what you just did." "I came, Sir." Even Alexis found it fascinating to watch a pain slut submit to her needs and get off on it. Marie just wasn't certain how it was possible. She had seen it with her own eyes, though. For her, it was just a testament to his ability to understand people and her lack of understanding about bondage and submission. Jane was breathing heavily. The climax from the pain wasn't powerful, but the emotions that came with it were. Tom pulled her back to her knees. She looked at him adoringly. Each time he made her cum like that it caused such a connection to him. Tom knelt down next to her. "I have high hopes for you, Jane." He began. "More so than my mother. More than the other women you saw here today. If you can put your faith in me, I'll redefine everything you ever thought about yourself. Would you like that?" Jane looked at him with such desire. Hadn't he done that already, she wondered. She looked at her sister who remained stoic on her hands and knees. She wanted to be here more than ever. She couldn't think about being anywhere else. "Yes, Sir." She replied softly. "Then unbutton my pants and pull out my cock." Jane reached up and fumbled with his pants nervously. She was excited to see his cock again. Every time she felt it inside her, it made her want it more. She pulled his pants down and saw his half limp length dangling in front of her. She waited patiently. Just follow instructions, she told herself. It's easy if you just follow instructions. "That's a good slut." Tom said kindly. "You're going to put it in your mouth and you're going to swallow. Now listen closely, if I see a single drop escape your lips I'm going to walk you to your car and send you on your way for good. You're different than the others, Jane. I'm going to be far stricter with you." Marie listened to his words. Somehow she felt that he favored her sister over her. She didn't quite understand it. She thought that it might be additional punishment for trying to help her. She didn't dare utter a word. She and Alexis just watched. Tom wanted Marie to witness this, though. He wanted her to see Jane crumble to his will. Jane reached up and lifted his heavy length into her mouth. "That's good." He said. "Tighten those lips around it." He felt her make a tight a seal with her lips. "Now you look at me. Don't look anywhere else." Jane lifted her gaze to his. Then she felt a warm trickle. It took her a moment to realize what was happening. It was the sweet and tangy taste of his cum that she had been expecting. It was the distinct, ammonia tinted flavor of urine. It began to fill her mouth. Her eyes widened with confusion as she pleaded silently with just a look. "I'd start swallowing if I were you." Tom said unremorsefully. Marie didn't understand what was happening. Then she saw Jane's throat gulp and swallow. It began to dawn on her. She could barely even process it when she saw her sister gulp and swallow again. And then again. Jane considered backing away from the embarrassment. She didn't want to go home though. She knew he was serious. Maybe if she just endured this debasement then she could be like the other women. Tom had other plans for her. He also needed to take a piss since his left the barbershop. And so he relieved himself in her mouth for what felt like an eternity. The more she swallowed the stranger Jane felt. She was beginning to sense those unfamiliar feelings inside her. The sheer embarrassment was making her wet. A tear escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek. Not because of what he was doing to her, but because of her reaction to it. Who was she? Did she not know anything about herself? Maybe he really was redefining her whole world. Finally she felt the stream become a trickle. She was relieved that it was almost over. Then he pulled his cock back through her tight lips and let it slip out of her mouth. Tom reached down and ran his hands over her pussy. "You're soaking." He said leaning in and whispering. "Does the embarrassment get you off? What a dirty little slut you are. I know just how you need to be treated." Then he ran his fingers over her clit furiously until he brought her to a satisfying climax. Tom walked over and sat down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him beckoning Alexis. "Kneel up both of you." He said watching them shift their positions. "I'm going to let you both stay here for as long as you want. Jane, you'll be getting your own bedroom. But... I want you to remember that Alexis is the most important woman in my life." Alexis nuzzled into him hearing his kind words. "So, Lexi," He said turning his attention to her, "These sluts are yours as well. I'd like to give them to you." "Really, Sir?" She asked excitedly. "Yes. Really." Marie didn't mind hearing the news. If she had to serve anyone else in her life, she wanted it to be Alexis. Jane, however, felt so ashamed to be given to another person. She wanted to be upset, but being regarded as property just doubled the intensity of the heat in her pussy. She was staying. He had just agreed to that. But it didn't change how confused she was about herself, her wants or her desires. "On your knees, Lexi." Tom said. She dropped to the floor in front of him, and he pointed his now hard cock toward her. She didn't need any instruction. In one swift motion she swallowed his entire length into her throat. Marie and Jane looked on while the strange and beautiful woman sucked him off like a practiced slut. As usual, she made the entire act look effortless and graceful. She had no trouble handling his size. Tom pushed her forward and bent her over the coffee table. It struck a chord with Jane seeing the blonde in that position. It was the same way he had fucked her for the first time. Watching it made her ache to feel stretched by him. Tom fucked her with solid, forceful thrusts. He didn't cum quickly. He took his time and pounded her pussy finally giving her the proper attention she'd craved the last few days. When Alexis came she looked directly at Jane and Marie as if she wanted them to see Sir fuck her the way she needed. And she came repeatedly. Marie was still unused to seeing him bring a woman to climax. The ease in which he took someone was something to be awed. He had a gift, she thought. It wasn't just his size. It was his ability as well. The entire act was new to Jane though. She'd only experienced him. Seeing him fuck was an incredible aphrodisiac. Despite the disgusting act he performed on her, she needed him more than ever. Tom finally drained his balls inside Alexis. He didn't groan. He just breathed heavily and his nostrils flared slightly -- like a wild animal that just caught its prey. He stood up suddenly. His chest heaved as his diaphragm expanded and contracted. And soon, his breathing was normal again. "Lexi, Jane gets your old room. Show her the way when you're finished with them." He stated turning his attention to the women. "As for you two, displeasing Alexis is no different than displeasing me. Don't question her." "Yes, Sir." They each squeaked out. But Tom was already out the door. ****** Tom carried his clothes back up to his room. He jumped into the shower to clean himself off. Then he pulled on some more comfortable Adidas running pants. He walked back downstairs and ignored the women in the living room choosing to keep working on his preparations for tomorrow. It was indicative of his normal movements -- constant and unyielding -- as if his life was always working toward an event that never happened. He felt good. As a matter of fact, he felt better than he had since his mother arrived. Things with Alexis were going well. He had enjoyed fucking her. She was never a problem, though. His thoughts kept drifting back to his mother and his aunt. Jane, he thought, had accepted the vile act. As far as he was concerned, she was now lost on a downward spiral to a kind of submission that he had only experienced a handful of times. It was always the strongest willed women that fell the furthest. Tom climbed the stairs to his office and made his way to the dark oak cabinet near his desk. He opened a small door, and retrieved a crystal scotch tumbler and his bottle of Macallan 1939. Jim had bought him the bottle as congratulations when his second novel made the New York Times bestseller list. It was a forty year old scotch blend bottled in 1979 and ran the steep price of ten thousand a bottle. Tom rarely drank it. He poured himself two fingers, sat down at his desk, kicked his feet up leaning back, and then took a small sip feeling the peaty, toffee flavored liquor burn down his throat. After a few moments, he sat back upright, unlocked his computer and began to compose an e-mail to Angie. He considered the events of the next evening. Her actions would be important, and he honestly wasn't sure how she would react. She was a wild card. He crafted the instructions and then read them back to himself a few times. ****** The lines for security were long. Angie was overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the airport. She'd never flown anywhere. She'd been to the airport a couple times, but never past security and never on a plane. They were the next in line. She stepped up to the TSA agent and handed him her driver's license and ticket. He looked at the picture and then back at her and then at the picture again. Then he scribbled something on the front of her ticket and waved her forward with a general lack of social graces. She looked over at John. "Another line?" She harrumphed. It seemed so extraneous. "They just need to scan our carry ons. Then we can head straight to the gate. We've got time. We'll be there just in time to board." He responded as if it weren't a big deal at all. They inched along until they were asked to remove their shoes. Angie was happy that she had worn a pair of flats, and slipped them off and into the gray bin she set on the metal counter. She thought everything was over until she was flagged for an additional check, and taken into a small room off to the right. "Ma'am, place your feet right here please." The overweight security guard stated pointing to a dirty rubber mat with two feet painted on the top. Angie raised her hands up as instructed. The officer smirked as she felt around her breasts with the back of her hands. She hadn't worn a bra, and Angie was certain that the woman was pressing into her a little more than necessary. Then she bent down and brought her chubby fingers up under the hem of her skirt feeling her inner thighs coming awfully close to touching her pussy. This is ridiculous, she thought. She had worn a light sweater and a skirt that fell just above the knee. It was obvious that she wasn't concealing anything. She endured the procedure certain that the woman had singled her out on purpose. By the time she was lead out, John was waiting next to the machine where they swabbed luggage for explosive residue. There were a few chairs set up for people to put back on their shoes. He watched her come forward and chuckled. "I think she liked you." He said. "She totally checked out your ass just now." "Oh, shut up." Angie said not amused. "That was completely unwarranted. I'm surprised she didn't make me strip completely. Let's just go." Angie holstered her bag and pulled out her phone. She tapped on the screen seeing a new notification. She dropped back a few paces behind John noticing the email address. She glanced through the message, but it was long and she couldn't read it while she was weaving through the streams of people in the terminal. Angie could feel her heart rate increase. This is why she was here. This was the reason she agreed to the trip. She just needed to find a quiet place to read through his message. ****** "Well it appears that you two are all mine." Alexis said after she came down from her high. "Which one of you is going to clean my pussy?" She was still bent over the coffee table with her ass in the air. "I will!" Marie jumped at the opportunity. "You licked it this morning." She said dismissing her. "Jane, get back there and suck Sir's cum out of my pussy." Jane looked at Marie surprised that she had already gone down on the blonde today. These sisters were learning a lot about each other. She crawled forward slowly happy to get any other taste in her mouth than the one she already had. Jane had been with a couple women back in college. It was in her early feminist, women's liberation, man hating phase school. Even so, that was a long time ago, and this was not about women enjoying each other. This was straight servitude and obedience. She settled herself behind Alexis. She noted her perfect, round ass and smooth pussy. Alexis didn't have even a hint of a tan line. Her skin was an even golden tan color. Without further hesitation she stuck out her tongue and licked her pussy all the way from her clit to the hole that was oozing Sir's cum. "Oh shit!" Alexis said startled. "This isn't your first rodeo, is it? I'll enjoy having your tongue around." Those words were devastating to Marie. It wasn't just that Sir had said her sister was different than the other girls. Now, Alexis seemed to be enjoying her more as well. She could do better if she were given the opportunity, she thought. She would take as hard a whipping as Sir could dole out. She'd drink his pee if that's what he wanted. She'd lick as much pussy as it took to be better. She wanted to be the best. Marie knelt there with the weights pulling her nipples down. She felt strange watching her sister lick Alexis so unabashedly. Alexis cooed and moaned and wiggled her ass backward in Jane's face. "Come on, Marie. You can have a turn too." Alexis moaned out. "Jane, spread my ass and lick my asshole." Marie clamored forward and latched onto her pussy. Alexis contracted and squeezed some more of Sir's cum from inside her. Marie immediately lapped it up while Jane pressed her tongue into her ass. Even Alexis wasn't used to having two women work on her at the same time. She was lost in the pleasure, and her climax caught her off guard. "Ohfuckohfuck." She squealed. "Ohgawd. Tongue my ass." Alexis erupted again almost immediately. Alexis sat up and pushed Jane down onto her back. "Sit, Marie." She said pointing to Jane's face. Marie looked at her sister and saw a sad smile from her sister letting her know it was okay. It wasn't like either of them had a choice. Marie lowered her pussy down onto her sister's face. She knew immediately what Alexis had meant. Jane knew exactly where to lick her. It was better than any of the other women that had gone down on her in the last few days. And it only took a moment for her not to care who it was. Alexis slapped Jane's clit with her fingers. It elicited a yelp and the small vibration from her lips forced Marie over the edge. "Ohhhhhyes." Marie squeaked pressing down harder and smothering her sister. She lifted back up a little allowing enough room for Jane's tongue to lick through the folds of her pussy tasting the wetness. Alexis pulled Marie forward and unclipped the weights from her nipples. She bent forward and licked each one soothing them. She had Marie settle to her knees, and pulled Jane upright. The Novelist Pt. 06 "Sir was right about you." She said to Jane. "You are a natural submissive." Jane smiled at the words. "Thank you..." "Mistress." Alexis added quickly. "That's what I am to you now. Come on. You get my old room." "Yes, Mistress." Jane replied getting used to the sound of it. The two women exited leaving Marie alone on the ground in the empty, airy living room. Neither Tom nor Alexis intended for her to feel second best. It had come about naturally from the changing social dynamics due to the increasing number of people in the house. Marie wanted to be the favorite submissive. She vowed then and there to be a better slut for both of them. ****** Alexis stopped at the end of the hallway upstairs. She was standing in front of a door that neither Jane nor Marie had seen open. Jane was still on a bit of high from the embarrassment downstairs. All the things that she had been forced to do were affecting her in a very arousing way. She couldn't wait to see her room. If it was anything like Marie's room then she would never want to leave, she thought. There wasn't a room yet that she didn't find to be impeccably furnished. Alexis produced a key and slipped it into the lock. Then she stopped before she turned the knob. "Jane?" "Yes, Mistress?" "First of all, you should be kneeling." She said. "But... I'm not concerned with that at the moment. I'm not sure what Sir saw in you that he knew you would take to the lifestyle. I was wrong this morning. You'll get your collar." "I will?" She asked excitedly. "Mistress." She corrected her. "Do not forget to address me properly or Sir will make sure your bruises never disappear. But... yes... you will. You know that this was my room when I first moved into the house. This is significant. Only four women have ever stayed in here. You'll be the fifth. He sees something in you." She paused for a moment. "I'm protective of him. Please don't disappoint him." "Yes, Mistress." Jane replied. She couldn't understand why Alexis was suddenly so serious. If this was as special as she made it seem then she couldn't imagine the luxury waiting behind the door. Alexis looked back at her about to say something else. She thought about it for a moment. "There's a book on the desk." She said. "Read it. It will explain things better than I can. No one except Sir will ever come in your room. It's yours until..." She stopped a little bit choked up. "...until it's not." Alexis could barely hold in her emotions. She didn't say anything else. She turned and ran down the stairs. Tears began to flow. So many memories came flooding back to her -- so many emotions. Jane stared at her confused. Just when she thought she was getting the hang of everything, something happened that made little sense to her. She brushed off the strange reaction and turned her attention back to the door. She twisted the doorknob stepping inside and then stopped in utter confusion. ****** Alexis flew into the guest house and bounded up the stairs two at a time. She was sobbing heavily now. Then she practically dove to the ground into a presentation position waiting for him to allow her to speak. She couldn't control the sobs any longer. Tom wasn't sure what to make of her sudden intrusion and clear emotional distress. "What is it, Lexi?" "How could you do it, Sir? Why her? Why not Marie?" She sobbed. It dawned on him immediately. She wanted him to give the room to his mother. "I have my reasons, Lexi. You know that. It's unlike you to question me." "Something's wrong, Sir. I can feel it." She sobbed. "What did she do wrong?" "Nothing." He replied quietly. The decision hadn't been easy for him either. "I'm not sure she's done anything wrong in her entire life." "Then why, Sir?" She blurted. "Because it's the way it had to be. Maybe you'll understand it in time. Maybe you won't. It doesn't change the fact that this is the way it is." "I... I let her lick my pussy this morning." She blathered. "She belongs to you for the time being. That's your prerogative." He replied quietly. "No! I let her do it before you gave her to me!" She lifted her ass higher into the air presenting it for him. "I'll take my punishment now, Sir." Tom's heart wept for her. This would be more difficult for her to handle than he thought. He didn't want to punish her, but she had broken his rules. More importantly she needed it. He could see it in her distress. She needed to feel something other than the pain of his decision. Tom stood up from his desk and retrieved the leather strap. He walked over to her staring at her ass. Then he granted her wish. Thwap. It cracked so loud that it sounded like thunder in the room. Alexis bawled out loud instead of remaining calm and stoic and unmoving like she usually was when she took a punishment. She needed to let it out. She sensed something terrible. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. He cracked her again and again. He'd known for days now that Marie wouldn't get the room. He'd known since the night he collared her. He struck her harder pouring out his own sadness through the end of the strap. And so he gave her a punishment worthy of the name. ****** "Wow. You're really nervous. Flying is one of the safest forms of transportation, Ang." John wasn't all that good at offering a consolation, not that she needed any. "I'm fine. I'm okay." She responded quietly. Angie's foot was tapping on the floor uncontrollably. He'd mistaken it for a phobia, but Angie was only thinking about that e-mail. She needed to read it and she was impatient. The plane was taking forever to reach cruising altitude. She kept peering out the window and waiting for the moment the cabin leveled out. She finally noticed the angle of the incline begin to decrease and then flatten completely. But the pesky 'fasten seatbelt' sign was still glowing. It was taunting her. She stared at it unblinking willing it to go away. She heard the ding. The flight attendant's announcement filled the speakers. "You are now free to move about the cabin." Oh thank god, she thought. "I have to pee!" She said jumping up and climbing over John's lap to the narrow aisle in a rush. Angie could barely get there fast enough. She climbed into the cramped lavatory sliding the lock shut and then sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. She pulled her phone out of her pocket as if she were smuggling contraband, and powered it back up. She knew she wasn't supposed to be using it on the plane, but this was an emergency. The home screen appeared and she clicked on her e-mail opening up his message. She became suddenly still. She studied each word reading every sentence twice. Her heart pounded in her chest. She read it again as if she were reading Latin or Sumerian or some other dead language. Angie knew he was sending instructions but it suddenly seemed so real. He had sent them. They were graphic. At least for her they were graphic. She felt nervous like it was the first day of school and she couldn't find her classes. The last line was a final instruction to make herself cum on the airplane. She wondered how he knew that she would read it before the flight -- or during the flight in this case. It didn't matter. She was so turned on already. She lifted her skirt up above her waist and dug her fingers into her pussy gasping at the very naughtiness of following his instruction in a semipublic place. Angie had to bite her lip as the first orgasm hit her. She had three fingers buried deep inside her. Somebody knocked on the door and attempted to open it just as she was climaxing. "It's occupied!" She squeaked but her voice came out shrill and breathless and her cheeks burned with embarrassment. ****** This didn't seem right, Jane thought, as she stepped into the room. This didn't seem right at all. She looked around the room wondering if it were some kind of a joke. Sitting up against the far wall was a queen size mattress and box spring on the floor. The comforter was cherry red. There was a small wooden desk under the lone window in the room. It wasn't fancy at all. It was simple and plain with a matching wooden chair tucked under it. She saw a full length standing mirror in the other corner of the room, but nothing else in terms of furniture. No dresser. No nightstand. No area rug or fancy remote controlled ceiling fans. No television. Just a single standard light fixture hanging in the center of the room. She walked in further and saw another door. She opened it slowly and peeked inside. It was a bathroom -- a small one at that. There was just a shower, no tub. She was befuddled by everything. Why would Alexis have sounded so serious? She noticed her luggage on the floor next to the door. She looked back up seeing four oversized framed, black and white photos on the wall. She had walked right by them. She tilted her head looking at each one. They were all photos of women in various states of bondage. Each woman was bruised and bound. Then she realized the one on the far left was Alexis. She was kneeling with her arms bound behind her. Her head was partially bowed, and her ass and thighs were bruised. She looked defeated. She noticed the woman in the photo next to her as well. It was the Italian woman that she had seen in the living room this morning. She was on her stomach with her arms and feet pulled back up into the air and tied together above her. She looked defeated as well. She didn't recognize the other two women. Then she glanced up and saw the large book on the desk. Jane walked over and sat down in the small chair. There was a letter on top of it with her name on it. She carefully opened it, and saw Tom's handwritten instructions for three separate divorce settlement offers. She wondered why he wanted three. Jane set the letter aside and pulled the thick leather bound book forward. It felt like a tome as thick as a bible. She opened the cover seeing page after pager of handwritten entries. She flipped open to a random page and began reading. "Alexis 1/25/11 -- The nights seem the longest part of the day to me. This room is barren. I have nothing but my thoughts. Sir whipped me so badly today that even sitting on the comforter is painful. I cried when I got back to the room. I knelt in front of the mirror for an hour by myself. I just looked at my reflection. I saw myself the way that he sees me. It was beautiful in the strangest way. I've begun to call him Sir even when he isn't around. It helps me remember what he is to me. My Sir..." Jane gasped realizing the date and the name and then glanced back at the bound, defeated woman in the photo. She flipped to another page. "Francesca 12/21/11 -- I think I had the most incredible orgasm of my life today. But I think I wrote that in my last two entries too. I don't know how he knows me so well. When I'm at work I can only think of being back here. I've been reading Alexis' entries. She writes about kneeling in front of the mirror. It's in forty-two consecutive entries. I counted..." She flipped further into the book selecting another page at random. "Karen 6/28/12 -- My first entry! I'm nervous being here. Alexis and Fran were very emotional when they brought me to the room. I don't think I understand it yet. Nobody told me why I'm staying here or what I'm supposed to do. I've been reading through this journal. I could barely stop to put in an entry of my own. Does this mean that I'm special to him? Did Sir select me for some special kind of training? I'm just not..." Jane glanced back at the wall wondering which of the last two Karen was. Was she expected to write in here as well? Was her picture going to be on the wall too? She thought maybe she should begin writing the divorce settlements on her computer. She looked up glancing out the window confused over what was expected of her. She saw Alexis in the distance following Sir out of the guest house. What was this place? She flipped through the thick book until she found the first blank page. "Jane 8/18/13..." She wrote down neatly at the top of the page. She thought about writing the events that lead her here. She fidgeted. Then she stood up and walked toward the mirror. She contemplated it for a moment looking at the bruises on her body. Then she knelt down remembering what Sir said to her -- Back straight, chest out, Stomach in, hands on her knees. Then she looked back at her reflection and wept. She wept for the woman staring back at her -- for all of the events over her life, good and bad, that led her here. ****** By the time Tom and Alexis made it back to the house, they found Marie in the kitchen finishing a meal. She knelt down immediately and bowed her head submissively hoping that he would notice how hard she was trying to please him. "Cooking?" He asked "Yes, Sir. If you'd like to wait in the dining room, I'll serve you shortly, Sir." She responded. Tom walked on toward the dining room. Marie saw Alexis follow him. She noticed the dark bruises on her ass. She wanted to say something, but she thought better of it. Tom and Alexis took a seat at the table. Marie had set out plates and silverware and lit the candles. "Lexi, we're going to have someone else showing up tomorrow night." He mentioned. "I really need you to pull it together." Alexis kneeled on her small bench seat. She looked up at him sadly. "I'm sorry, Sir. I promise I'm better now. I wish you would tell me what's going on with Marie, Sir. You know that I'll support you no matter what." "Tomorrow." Tom said. "It will all make sense tomorrow." Marie brought in a large bowl of pasta with roasted vegetables. It wasn't a very fancy dish. It wasn't nearly as nice as the meal that Francesca had cooked for them. But it was simple, fast and tasty. It was a favorite of Tom's growing up. She set down a plate of fresh garlic bread as well. She disappeared coming back with a glass of wine for him. "Thank you." He said gratefully. He was hungrier than he thought. "You're welcome, Sir." She answered as she knelt back down next to him. "Would you or Mistress like me to pleasure you, Sir?" "I'd like that, Sir." Alexis replied looking for approval. He nodded. Alexis moved from her kneeling position to a seated one as they began to eat. Marie crawled under the table settling herself between her legs and began to lick her pussy paying close attention to her performance. Tom and Alexis were engaged in small talk mostly. Alexis mentioned that she had heard from almost all the girls regarding the contracts. It sounded as if everything was moving along. They discussed some simple details for the following night, but Tom diverted the conversation when it came to anything he preferred that his mother not hear. Alexis' face screwed shut in the middle of a sentence. She calmly placed her silverware on the plate and then pressed her palms down into the table on either side of her placemat. Her eyes closed and her breathing quickened. And then she came. A smile crept across her face as she opened her eyes again and resumed eating. Tom slipped his running pants down. It took no more than a few seconds before he felt the warm, wet mouth swallow him under the table. He sat back in his chair sipping his wine. Marie coated his shaft in saliva using her hand to cover it liberally. Then she sucked his balls while she stroked his cock giving him a wet handjob. She lifted her head occasionally to add some more saliva. Tom had to admit that it felt amazing. She managed to get his cock and his balls with this technique. He finished his glass of wine setting it down. And soon after, he shot his load. He stood up and went back to his bedroom with no acknowledgment for his mother. Alexis joined him. Marie sat under the table as they left. The first jet of cum had streaked across her cheek and into her left eye. She had managed to get him into her mouth to swallow the rest. She reached a finger up and cleaned the mess that blurred her vision. Then she crawled out from under the table, cleared the dishes and began to put away the leftovers. She had been used as an instrument of pleasure for the both of them. The fact that he had left her there without acknowledgment made her pussy drip with need. ****** Tom laid back on his bed letting out a huge sigh. He felt weary. A full stomach and a good orgasm doubled his fatigue. It's was early yet for him, only around 8:30pm. He looked at Alexis who knelt on the floor staring at him silently. "What is it?" He asked tiredly. "May I join you, Sir?" "Yes." Alexis sat on the bed feeling the sting from her rear. She shut her eyes taking in the sensation. Keep it together, she thought to herself. She reached up to unlatch her collar. "Leave it on. I like seeing you in it." He said. She snuggled up next him hoping he wasn't too angry for her outburst earlier. Tom leaned over and kissed her belly. "Good night, little man." He whispered. Then he laid his head on her breasts and drifted to sleep. Alexis sat there looking at him. This was her whole world. He had fallen asleep so quickly, she thought. He must have been tired. For the first time, she really thought about what must be going through his head. These new women in the house were his family. It couldn't have been easy for him, yet he rarely showed any personal emotional involvement. She wondered how vulnerable he must feel beneath his otherwise steely veneer. She worried about him. ****** The red comforter had swallowed Jane into a vast dreamless sleep. She'd written the proposals like he asked. It was far simpler than he probably thought. She had the original language drafted in the settlement she had offered a week ago. It only took an adjustment here and there on the terms to alter it into three versions. After that she'd knelt back down and stared at herself in the mirror again. By the time she climbed onto the soft pillow topped mattress her body had given in to exhaustion. She couldn't even remember setting her head on the pillow. To Jane's annoyance she was awoken by the morning light spilling into the room. This room had no blinds on the windows. She had crawled off the edge of the mattress, reached her hands up to the table snatching the leather bound book, and quickly retreated back under the covers. She began reading starting from the first page. If Jane thought that Tom's books ignited passion in her then this diary would be the equivalent of hardcore porn. There was no secondary storyline. It was a tale of submission told from the first person. There was something else that distinguished it from his books. This was a true story written by a woman she had just come to know. Alexis may have seemed perfect and graceful in her submission, but she had suffered at his hand before she perfected her movements. Jane was glued to her words. She wished she could masturbate. It was one of the rules, though. She thought that perhaps she wasn't allowed to cum without permission. She didn't know if there was a distinction. She slid her fingers down into her cunt and began to pump them in and out. It didn't take long until she wanted to explode. She stopped, let it subside, and then began again. It was really just making things worse. The door opened without any knock. Tom strolled in naked seeing her with the book in her hands. She hurriedly slid out of the bed onto her knees. He walked right up to her and fed his cock into her mouth and then relieved himself. Jane knelt humiliated again as her throat struggled to swallow the foul liquid. Once he was finished, he looked down at her. "How do you like your room?" Jane paused for a moment before she answered. She was beginning to realize that the women in this diary were special to him. The more she read, the more special she felt. "It's very nice, Sir." She answered. The Novelist Pt. 07 Author's note: This contains themes of Incest and BDSM. This can't be read as a stand-alone story. Please start with part one. I encourage readers to comment and vote. Thanks everyone. Special thanks again to Winter Lotus and Mister J for the assistance. ****** The drive was uncomfortably quiet as Tom wove back through West Hollywood toward his home. John looked upset when he got into the car at the hotel. Tom just kept his cool and reminded himself that this would be over soon. "New car?" John finally said equally uncomfortable with the awkwardness. "New since the last time you were out here." Tom replied. "Oh. It's... uh... nice." "It's a good vehicle for pansy, faggoty writers." He snipped. He wanted his father to realize he hadn't forgotten his recent insults. John just sneered a little. "Jesus. Are you gonna cry now? You know the last few weeks haven't been easy for me." "Like they've been any better for me?" Tom shot back. "She landed on my doorstep with no warning and uprooted my entire life. I've been doing you a favor arranging this meeting to get this settled. What've you been doing? Fucking some masseuse and wondering who's going to cook your dinner? How about looking at me and just saying thank you? 'Thank you, Tom.' Is that so hard?" "Why should I? You're on her side. She was going to have to do this meeting eventually." He wasn't willing to give his son the pleasure of his gratitude. Tom looked over at his father with a sad, exhausted expression. His hope that this would be settled amicably was fading away. "I guess I thought you might want to say it because it's the right thing to do." He replied looking forward with his eyes on the road. "I'm not on anyone's side." He took a breath. "Thank you by the way. Thank you for going to work every day and putting a roof over my head for eighteen years. Thank you for putting me through school. I've always appreciated it. I assumed you knew that. I just want you to try and give her the respect she deserves tonight. She ran a household. Maybe she didn't work much, but that's still a big job. You know that's true." John just snorted at the last part. In his mind, his son's thank you was just a confirmation that he busted his ass for the family. As far as respect, he thought that he should be the one getting some. He remained silent and looked out the passenger window unwilling to make eye contact until they parked on the street in front of a large, expansive house. "Who's house is this?" He asked taking in the property. "I thought she was staying with you." "Does it matter?" Tom replied. "You're here. She's here. Do you really give a shit whose place it is?" John gave a shit. He didn't ask any more questions though. He thought it would seem weak. It never occurred to him that Marie may have been staying somewhere other than their son's apartment. He hadn't seen any credit card charges or cash withdrawals since she left. He'd been monitoring it closely. It bothered him that she found some way to sustain herself. He looked at the house as they walked up to the front door. He figured that this was intentional. She probably wanted to meet him in a fancy house to make it seem like she was doing perfectly fine on her own. He wasn't going to be snookered by these petty tricks. Tom stopped him briefly on the doorstep. "Listen. You figure this out. I'll try to give you some privacy even though I told her I'd be there. I have an important call coming in at 8pm. So hopefully this won't take too long." "Fine." He replied. ****** Marie had waited for nearly an hour at the dining room table. She wished she was wearing her collar. It made her feel so much more secure. She knew she couldn't though. She tried to imagine what her husband would say seeing her in it. She concentrated on the garter and stockings under her dress. It was the fanciest set of lingerie she had ever worn. It felt sexy and she noticed her nipples pushing at the fabric of her new Stella McCartney dress. She thought about her conversation with Sir this morning. Somehow, she thought, this would end badly for her husband. She heard the front door open, and her nerves acted up in alarm at the reality of seeing him. She took a deep, audible breath and then stood from her chair, smoothed her dress and turned around. Tom led his father down the short hallway to the dining room. His other guests knew to keep out of sight for the moment. John just stared at the surroundings as he followed. John stopped when he saw his wife standing quietly next to a chair at the long table. He would never admit it, but there was a cycle of emotions that tore through him in a matter of seconds -- sadness, guilt, confusion and then anger. He noticed all the details -- her shoes, her dress, a new hairstyle, manicured nails. He wasn't used to seeing her so put together. Even he had to admit that she looked better than she had in a long time. She was smiling. It was the anger that swelled inside him. What right did she have getting a makeover in the middle of their marital collapse, he thought. The smile bothered him most of all. Little did he know she wasn't smiling at him, but rather at the confident man standing just behind him. "Hello, John." She said softly. "Hi." It was the only thing that he could say at the moment. Tom led his father into the room and offered him at seat in the armed dining chair at the head of the table. Marie sat back down in her chair at the other end. There was a long distance across the length of the table. It felt strangely similar to the emotional distance between them. Tom's heart broke guessing how this would end. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me for a moment. Why don't you two take some time to yourselves." Tom stepped out of the room into the kitchen. ****** Stephen and Frank were in the middle of a heated discussion about the lifestyle. They had only met once before when Tom brought Frank to the store to buy some equipment. "Nah. You're misunderstanding. I'm not saying you aren't a good Dom. I'm just saying if you don't know good rope bondage technique then you're limiting her potential." Stephen huffed as he pointed to Anne who was on her knees licking Frank's balls. "I mean you're robbing this subby of a whole layer of submission." "But I use restraints." Frank replied a little defensively. "Please don't tell me you use that stupid shit from some sex shop. You know what I mean... those premade restraints with the little plastic clips or the furry handcuffs. That's amateur hour." "I have some rope." Frank jumped in defending himself again. "What kind?" "I don't know. It's rope." Stephen sighed. "Look I know you work one of those busy 'important jobs'..." He said making the quote marks in the air to emphasize his point. "... But you have to find the time to know your stuff. The kind of rope affects how you tie someone up. Tom likes the nylon ropes. That's never been my thing. I like hemp rope. You can buy it pretreated, but I like to treat it myself. It's a bit rougher on the skin than the nylon crap." "Oh." Frank replied a bit flustered. He wasn't nearly as capable as either Tom or Stephen. "Damnit." Stephen barked looking down. Abby was between his legs with his cock lodged in her throat. "If I feel a tooth on me one more time I'm going to have your owner whip you raw." "Sawwy, Suh." Abby mumbled through his erection. She wasn't bothered. She just took his instruction and improved. Tom stepped into the living room amused by his friends. "I see you've made yourself at home." He said slapping Stephen on the back. "How is she?" "Toothy." He replied annoyed. "Can I borrow some rope? Frank has gotta learn some basic rope techniques. I know you work with her, but you can't do all the heavy lifting, man. He needs to broaden himself." "Alexis," Tom said looking down where she had dropped to her knees. "Go grab the spare toy box and a set of ropes for Stephen." "Yes, Sir." ****** "So?" John asked looking at Marie sitting quietly at the other end of the table. "So what?" She said softly. "You wanted to meet. What did you want to talk about?" "You skipped out of town!" he cried out frustrated. "We haven't talked at all. You just left. And... and look at you! What are you doing, Marie?" "I'm figuring out my life." She said. "What would you have preferred? Should I have stayed at our house? You were cheating on me. Worse, you lied to me. You tried to turn it around on me. I had to catch you, John. I had to put evidence in front of you before you admitted it. You didn't expect me to just forgive you?" "So you're just going to end our marriage? That's it?" Those were the words that inevitably had to be discussed. Marie let them sink in as she sat there looking at the man she'd spent her life with. She wasn't panicked. She wasn't anxious. She wasn't even angry. She was struck by a sudden calmness. "You ended our marriage, John. I didn't have to. I... I'd just like to move on." Those simple words were the final recognition for Marie that she would never go back to Saratoga Springs. This was her home now. It was a serene moment for her. But those words had the exact opposite effect on John. She hadn't crumbled and begged. She didn't really seem interested in hearing what he had to say. She could see the anger boiling inside him. At home she would have been scared, but she was safe here. "I didn't end shit!" He spat suddenly. "This all your fault. Look at you sitting there on your high horse playing the victim. It's pathetic." "Of course you ended it, John." She said in the most calm, quiet voice. "You ended it the second you put your dick in that little girl. You ended it when you lied to me. I'm not playing the victim. My husband cheated. The man who I married and raised a family with decided I wasn't enough anymore. I think I was a good wife. I don't want to waste the rest of my life with someone that doesn't think I'm good enough." "Waste!" That word infuriated him and poked at his delicate ego. "You were a prude! What was I supposed to do? I couldn't fuck my wife. So, I found someone that would fuck me!" Marie knew that was intended to make her feel bad, and maybe even feel culpable. Two things struck her in that moment. One, it just wasn't a true statement at all. She always wished they had been more adventurous. Secondly, her view of her own sexuality was drastically changed in the last week. So much so that the word 'prude' just sounded funny to her. She couldn't help herself as she began to laugh. It wasn't uproarious laughter; rather it was a childish fit of giggles. She brought her hand up to her mouth trying to contain it. "Are you laughing? You think that's fucking funny?" He spat across the table. It wasn't the reaction he wanted. He couldn't understand why she wasn't angry or defensive. "It's a little funny." She said finally getting a handle on her laughter. "Well I guess it's sad mostly. But it's funny that you thought I was a prude." "We never had sex! Of course you were!" Marie had trouble watching him act so immaturely. She wondered if he was always this way. Sometimes people don't see things when they are blinded by love and devotion. She wasn't devoted to him any longer though, and it gave her a clearer image of his person. She decided to give him a shock since he was so intent on getting a rise out of her. "That's true." She said. "We barely had sex..." "You see!" He broke in reveling in her response. "So I didn't have much choice!" Marie just continued without acknowledging him. "... and I wished you'd shown more interest. But you'd go to bed and I'd sneak into the bathroom and pump my fingers into my pussy until I came." His mouth dropped open at those words. "W-what?" As long as he'd known her, his wife had never spoken so openly or brazenly about sex in any fashion. "... Sometimes I fantasized that you'd come through the front door after work and tear my clothes off and fuck me over the couch. God, I fantasized so much about a life that I didn't get to live. So I'm not sure prude is the right word. Deprived? Yes. Horny? Definitely. Prude? Not really. But your clothes were clean, John. They were washed and folded and put away in your dresser. Dinner was on the table and hot almost every day for thirty two years. The house was always clean. I raised our son. You never had to worry about those things." "So what?" he asked shocked by this change in her vocabulary. "I was just supposed to know that? How was I supposed to know? This isn't my fault!" "Well you could have asked. You could have paid attention to me instead of looking for someone else." She said. "But... it doesn't matter anymore. This," She said gesturing with her hand between the both of them, "is over now. I'd just like the divorce to be finalized." "That's not fair!" He yelled. "You can't just end this on your own. What are you going to do? Where are you going to live? You need me!" "No, John, I don't need you at all." She said politely. "And I think I'm going to stay in California. I like it. I live here," she gestured to the house and her surroundings, "at least for the moment I do." John was fuming and confused. "You live in this house? Are you fucking some other guy?" He shot the questions at her. "Is that it? You're seeing some rich fuck?" "Tom didn't tell you?" She asked quietly. "Tell me what?!" He roared back wondering if his son was withholding information about some affair she was having. "It doesn't matter. You can talk to him about it." She replied. "Could we just finalize the divorce, please? I don't want to drag this out any longer." "No!" John seethed. "This is stupid! Either you come home and be reasonable, or I'm not splitting anything with you. Nothing! I'm not giving you a fucking thing." ****** "This is it." The driver said pulling over to the side of the street. "That'll be $11.45." Angie stared out the open window at the house. "It's this one?" She said nervously. "Yeah. That's the address you gave me. Is there a problem?" "No. No problem." She said digging through her purse and pulling out a ten and a five. "Here. Keep the change." She opened the door and stepped onto the driveway. She pulled out her cell phone again looking at the e-mail. She'd practically memorized it at this point, but she was worried about doing something wrong. She said that she would follow his instructions exactly. "Okay, Angie. Up the driveway to the side gate." She muttered to herself. "This is stupid. This is stupid. This is the dumbest thing you've ever decided to do." Angie had a habit of talking to herself when she got nervous. The driveway was long and the house was large. It made sense, she thought. He was a successful novelist. Of course, he'd have a beautiful home. She came up to the detached garage and the tall fence leading into the backyard. She pulled the latch on the gate and poked her head through the opening. "Whoa." She muttered. "Now that's a yard. Okay. Moment of truth." Angie pulled the gate closed behind her and then reached down to pull off her dress. She stood there completely naked. She looked down to make sure the lipstick hadn't smeared on her skin. It still looked perfect. She stared at the phone again wondering if she was really going to follow through. She slowly knelt down and then texted the number he had given in the instructions. Angie placed her phone back in her purse zipping it closed. She folded her dress, and set both items on the ground in front of her. She knelt nervously until she saw a woman approaching. Angie blinked. She thought that it would be Tom who greeted her, not a woman. A woman? More like a goddess, she thought. She saw the gentle, confident sway of her hips in the distance, and she watched in awe as the woman grew larger and more unreal as she got closer. ****** Alexis stood up and moved back through the kitchen and out onto the patio. She was fascinated when Sir told her who the additional guest would be. She had a million questions. Mostly she just wanted to know how he managed it. She was feeling carefree as she stepped down the flagstone steps in her high heels and walked up the path toward the side gate. She could see the lone figure kneeling on the ground right where Sir said she'd be waiting. Alexis came to a stop just a few feet in front of her. "So you must be Angie." Alexis stated. "I must be?" Angie responded a little breathless. "I... I mean, yes. I am. I must be... and I am." Alexis snorted and then laughed at the nervous girl's response. "Take a deep breath and relax. There's nothing to be worried about." She reached out her hands. "Let me help you up and get a look at you." She pulled the girl to her feet. "You certainly are beautiful. I see that Sir gave you some instructions." She said noting the words. "Is that true? Is that Sir's pussy?" "Oh... well... I guess technically it's not his pussy... but..." Alexis laughed again. "It sure looks like his pussy. It's got his name on it." "It does, doesn't it?" She rambled. "Yeah, I guess that makes it his. So... um... you're a... you know... a submissive... right?" Alexis was amused with this girl. "You're cute. I can see why he likes you." She said. "Yes, Angie, I'm a submissive. Sir has been my owner for a few years." "Wow..." It just sort of slipped out as she took in the graceful blonde. "Come on. He has very specific instructions for you." Alexis began as she took the girl's hand leading her to the guest house. "Now, you've come on an unusual night. There are a quite a few people here. Sir has six of his girls here. Seven including me. There are three Dominants including him. And we have another girl that came to watch that wants to find an owner. Oh! And one of the women will be collared tonight. It's very special." Angie couldn't have been more terrified and turned on all at the same time. She could feel her heart racing. This is why she was here, she reminded herself. This is what she wanted to see. Although she didn't expect quite that many people. She followed the blonde into the guest house. "This is where he does most of his training." She said taking the girl's purse and dress and setting them in a small closet. "You're stuff will be safe in here. Now, come with me." She walked back to the far wall and opened the wide cabinets. "Okay. So you need a ball gag and he requested a hood." She pulled the items out of a box and handed them to the new girl. Angie looked at the black hood and the gag. It was all so strange to her. Then she glanced around the room. She remembered their conversation in her house. She believed him when he told her about his life. She thought he might be embellishing it a little bit. Now that she was standing here, she realized he wasn't. "Breathe." Alexis said snapping her out of her momentary daydream. "Usually I'd ask if you're sure you want to be here. But you're sure. So just breathe. Relax. Allow yourself to experience everything." Alexis wasn't a stranger to this conversation. She had talked many girls through it when they came to his house for the first time. "How... how do you know I want to be here?" She asked a little overwhelmed by the blonde woman. "The eyes mostly." Alexis stated. "You can always see the desire and determination in the eyes." She reached forward without warning and ran a figure over her pussy causing Angie to jump back startled. Alexis smiled. "I'm not wrong judging by the swamp down there. Come on. We need to get moving. If you have to pee, I'd go now." Angie ducked into the bathroom in the guest house. She squeezed out whatever was left in her bladder. She cupped her hands under the faucet and brought some water up to her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. The Novelist Pt. 07 "I'm a big girl. I can hold my own without getting scared off." She said mocking herself. It's what she had told him on the phone when she asked to visit. "Well, Angie, look what you've gotten yourself into now." ****** Tom went to check on his parents. He walked into the room seeing his father's eyes narrowed in anger and his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He knew that look. He'd seen it on rare occasions growing up. His mother on the other hand was sitting quietly with her hands folded lightly in her lap. No one was speaking. John looked up at his son. "So she's having an affair with someone out here? There's something you're not telling me. I knew you were picking sides, you little shit." "What are you talking about?" Tom asked confused. "She told me that she's moving here. She said she's been living in this house. So who lives here? Is she fucking some guy or not?" He was breathing heavily as he spoke. Tom looked at his mom. "What's he talking about? I take it we're no closer to a settlement?" "No, Sir. Not at all. I just said I'm not interested in getting back together, and that I was thinking about moving out permanently. He asked why I was staying here. I told him you could answer that." "Christ, Marie! You're just going to air our dirty laundry in front of him? Can't you make decisions on your own?" John was losing it. "And you! You better start talking. I knew this was a waste of time and money. I shouldn't have come." Tom glanced down at his tablet checking the time. He should have waited a little longer before coming back to into the room. He did his best to stall. "It's not like I wanted to be in the middle of this." Tom said carefully. "But look, if you could both just think realistically then we can put this behind us." He looked at his father. "So she doesn't want to go back. You're getting divorced. That's the reality. So, what does she get for thirty-two years of marriage? The house? The car? A portion of the retirement savings?" "Nothing!" He spat. "She gets nothing!" "That's ridiculous." Tom said calmly. "You can't expect her to walk away with nothing. She didn't cheat on you. She hasn't done anything wrong. She just supported you and ran the household and raised me." "Ha! And look at you. She didn't do a very good job. You know what's ridiculous? She is! You are! This whole fucking thing is!" He looked back at Marie. "Just get on a plane and go home. You can't keep up this act forever, you know. Take me to some fancy house and get a makeover and try and make me regret what I did. You know that you can't live without my support. Your little baby can't help you forever. And I won't give you shit." Tom sighed. "I'm about to get..." The phone rang interrupting him. Tom glanced down at the tablet and sighed in relief. It was already five after eight. They were late. "You're about to get what?" John snipped. "Come on and say it." "I was going to say that I'm about to get angry. But I need to take this call. I'll make a deal with you. Let me take this call, and afterward you can say whatever you want and then I'll drive you back to the hotel. If you want this to go through the lawyers, then fine." Tom pressed the button answering the phone on his tablet before it stopped ringing. He held up a finger to his father to keep quiet. ****** Alexis secured the ball gag in Angie's mouth in the kitchen. Then she smiled at her reassuringly before pulling the black hood over her head cutting out all the light. She walked the girl into the living room. Anne was tied down on the coffee table in an impressively intricate display. She wanted someone to fuck her. She felt grateful that Stephen decided to teach Frank a few things. The feeling of tight ropes on her skin was just so enticing, and she wanted to experience it more. "... and then we'll use a slip knot." Stephen said as he finished wrapping some rope and then pulling it taut. "There! Now that's one helpless little subby slut. Best part is that with this position you still have access to all these fun little holes." Stephen had tied a much more complicated version of a breast harness. Anne's upper arms were secured to her sides. He had bent her legs and wrapped her thighs and calves together tightly on each side. Then he pulled her ass back until her thighs pressed against her stomach. Lastly, he pulled her forearms back and tied her wrists to the ropes around each leg. Every wrap of rope around her body was braided, and the loose ends were tucked into the knots making the whole display appear seamless. "You make that look so easy." Frank said. "I'm not sure I could recreate it." "Repetition!" Stephen said giving Anne a hard slap on the ass to punctuate his excitement. "It takes repetition. Trial and error. Once you get the hang of it, there's nothin' easier." Both men looked up as Alexis led the woman into the room. All the girls sat quietly and watched. Everyone knew that things were going to be different tonight, but this was definitely intriguing. Kimmie was suffering from sensory overload watching these men discuss the proper way to bind a submissive. "Well, well!" Stephen cackled. "Now this is getting interesting. A new peach!" Alexis looked back at him and then to the rest of the room. "Sir says no one is to touch her. She is his toy to play with." Angie's skin seemed hypersensitive and her senses were heightened. Those words excited her. She was his toy, she thought. She could hear the other voices and the movement. She wished she could see what was happening in the room. She wondered what these people looked like. Alexis kicked the ottoman over next to the armchair where Kimmie was seated. She sat Angie down guiding her to the cushion. "Legs spread." She said watching the girl stretch her legs to either side. "Good. Now back straight. And put your hands on your knees." "Mistress, is she new?" Abby chirped. She couldn't help but be turned on looking at the request written on the girl's chest. "Yes, Abby. She's brand new." Then she turned her attention back to Angie. "Okay. I need you to wait just like this. Can you do that for me?" She watched the covered head nod affirmatively. "Good. Sir will be out here soon enough." Angie sat there unmoving. She thought about how she ended up in this position. His instructions had stopped after she knelt inside the gate. At that point it just said to text the number and obey. She wasn't used to the gag in her mouth. It strained her jaw. But she knew that he would test her limits. Fran and Ybeth sat together on the couch. Fran had been watching Stephen tie up Anne, but Ybeth had been watching Jane. She'd never seen another woman get collared, and she stared in fascination at the lone figure at the side of the room. Jane had received no acknowledgment since she got into her presentation position. Ybeth watched her fidget and strain. She remembered seeing her arrive on Saturday, and she thought about how quickly she had bent to his will. ****** "Tom Bolden." He answered into the speakerphone. "Hey, Mr. Bolden. I've got Jim and Maryanne on the line for you." The assistant replied. "Tell them to hold for just a minute." "Okay." Tom pressed mute on the phone. He lifted the papers in front of him, and pulled out the divorce settlements looking them over. Then he reached forward and placed all three in a row in front of his father. "These are divorce settlement offers. This one says that she gets nothing except some personal items. This one says she gets everything and you can keep a few personal items. You can read the particulars of how those things get divided. This last one is a happy medium." John picked up the agreement that offered his wife nearly everything and ripped it in half staring back at his son spitefully. Tom didn't flinch at the action. "Well at least think about the other two before you do something rash. We'll discuss it in a moment." Tom stood up and walked to the entryway and called out for Frank. A moment later, his lawyer stepped into the room. "Frank, this is my father, John." He said. "Dad, this is my lawyer." Frank extended his hand. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Bolden." John was a bit startled by this new person and reflexively returned the man's handshake. He looked at his son confused. "I thought this was supposed to be informal. You said no lawyers." "This has nothing to do with you and mom." Tom said. "Let me take this call and then I'll answer all your questions." He looked at Frank. "You ready?" "Always." Frank replied. He realized now why Tom had set the call so late. He glanced back at John and saw the childish scowl on his face as he stared at the settlement offers in front of him. His parents would both hear this call. If his father really had no idea about his life then this would be a jarring and eye opening moment. Tom pressed the mute button. "Hello?" Tom stated. "Tom!" The feminine voice poured out of the speaker. "How are you?" "Great, Maryanne. Frank is here too." "Frank." She said with no enthusiasm whatsoever. "Good to hear your voice too, Maryanne." Frank replied. It was evident that these two didn't care much for each other. "So," She said getting straight to it, "I read the draft on Saturday. I sent it to the other senior publishers Saturday night, and they read it yesterday. We're thrilled, Tom! We're more than pleased with it. I wanted to get on the phone with you today to let you know that we'll be cutting your check for delivery even though it's not quite finished." Jim piped up. "I told you there was nothing to worry about, Maryanne. My boy delivers. And that beautiful little brain of his is filled with a lot more good material." Tom laughed. "Thanks. I'm flattered. I never think my books are very good. I guess I'm just too close to it." "For the record," She said, "we think this is the best one yet. We're certain sales will be through the roof. Jim tells me you want this to be a trilogy of sorts. We want to be the exclusive publisher of all three. So, I'm really excited to say that in addition to the million for the delivery on this novel, we've preemptively gotten approval to offer you $2.75 million for each of the next two. How does that sound?" "Million?" John sputtered. Tom glared at his father on his left side. John set down the papers in his hand utterly confused. He looked down the table toward Marie. She wore the widest, proudest smile a mother could have. She knew he was successful, but until now she never knew the numbers. She glanced from Tom back to John and just stared at him. It was as if she was saying, "See what our boy has done? Do you get it now? He's my pride and joy." Although she didn't say anything. She didn't have to say much anymore. She just sat back allowing Sir to end this complication. "Who was that?" Jim asked. "Sorry." Tom said. "My father is in town." He turned giving him a stern look. "I promise he won't interrupt again." "Well you must be very proud, Mr. Bolden." Maryanne said. "It's not often such a unique and talented literary voice comes along." "That's a joke, right? That's your offer?" Frank scoffed cutting in and referencing her offer. "He's a three time New York Time's bestselling author. How many writers can say that? My opinion is we shop the next two. Any other publisher would pay through the nose to pick up his work and his loyalty." Maryanne sighed into the receiver. "And what would it take to get you to stay with us?" She had worried that Frank might not be excited with the offer. Tom looked up at Frank and held up three fingers. Frank on the other hand held up five. "Five?" Tom mouthed silently. Frank cleared his throat. "If you'd given him gross percentage on the last deal, we wouldn't be having this conversation. But, since you felt like being stubborn. I'm thinking five million." "Five?" Maryanne whined. "Yes. Five for each book... and 15% percent of the gross sales." "That's extortion! I can't take that number back to our business affairs and ask for a percentage on top!" Jim jumped back in riding on Frank's counteroffer. "It's good business, Maryanne. Tom's got these next two hashed out already. I can put book proposals on your desk tomorrow. You said yourself that you expect this book to hit the best seller list its first week out. Talk to your people. My only request is that he gets a bonus built in if they all make the NY Times list. Let's say $500K." "How about a percentage of profit, not gross?" She countered. "No." Frank said upset. "Gross sales or no deal." "Okay. How about five million and ten percent of gross sales?" She asked. "I can deal with that." Jim stated. Frank nodded at Tom acknowledging it was a solid offer, and Tom nodded his consent. "That sounds acceptable. Was that so hard?" "Fuck you, Frank." She replied dryly. "Tom, I'm going to do my best. I'll take this to our team in the morning. I'm really excited to see the proposals. By the way, your lawyer is an asshole." "A really competent asshole." Tom joked. "Thank you, Maryanne. Sincerely." "We'll regroup later this week." She said before hanging up the phone. ****** Jane was trembling on the floor and shifting her weight from one knee to the other. She wanted to get up. She was surprised by how quickly she lost track of time. It felt like it had been awhile already. She wanted to lift her head. Two more women had arrived. She'd been listening to Stephen give instructions on rope bondage. She just wanted to join the others. "Mistress?" She whispered unsure if she should speak up at all. Alexis crossed the room and knelt down next to her. "You better not say another word, Jane. Don't move. Don't make a sound. Just wait for him to acknowledge you. Do not disappoint him. If you want that collar then you'll stay right there even if it takes an hour, a day or week." Jane was completely deflated by her words. It wasn't that she needed to sit up. It was a more immediate need to go to the bathroom. She hadn't had a lot to drink today, but she had swallowed a lot of piss. She continued to fidget. "What's wrong with her?" Stephen asked. "She's been down there for a while." Alexis noted. Jane whined a small, muffled little cry. Then she couldn't hold it any longer and she began to pee feeling it splatter on the floor beneath her and pool around her knees. It was humiliating to think that everyone in the room was watching. As soon as she was done, she felt physically relieved but emotionally small. "Haha! I see what the problem was!" Stephen let out an unaffectionate chortle. She heard the girls whisper to each other after the boorish remark. And then the blood flowed back to her pussy and she felt the heat build and the lips moisten. It was still a very confusing realization that she was turned on by such humiliating treatment. ****** John had momentarily forgotten about the settlements sitting in front of him. He just looked from Tom to Marie and back at Tom again. That phone call couldn't have been right. For a second, he wondered if it were a stunt. He mulled the idea that they set this entire thing up to fuck with him. He'd grown awfully paranoid lately, but deep down he knew that it was real. "Tom?" He said in a confused voice. Tom was in the middle of some congratulations with the older gentleman sitting on the other side of the table. "Yeah." He said turning back to his father. "So let me just get the particulars out of the way." He reached into his stack of papers. "This is a confidentiality agreement." He said sliding the paper across the table to his father. "If you want to ask me questions then you'll need to sign that. I don't discuss my career with anyone that hasn't signed one of these." John lifted the paper and read through it. "It's harmless." Frank added. "That just says you won't ever discuss his career or anything that happens inside his home, also noted as his workplace in this agreement. Any release of his actual name in connection with his penname can result in litigation and punitive damages. Basically keep your mouth shut about his writing." It seemed simple enough, John thought. He was hesitant to sign it, but he had questions. "Marie, did you know about this?" he asked speaking to her in a civil tone for the first time. "I just found out last week." She replied. He looked back down and took the pen next to him signing the document. He carefully slid the paper back toward his son completely unsure about what was happening. Tom took the paper and stuck it back in his pile. "That call?" John asked. "That call was the culmination of my last years' worth of work." Tom said. "My fourth novel. And it appears with the help of Frank here, my fifth and sixth are going to pay out." "How come you've never said anything about it?" He asked still a bit dazed. "Because I never needed your recognition. I'm your kid. You either love me or you don't. My success shouldn't have any bearing on it." Tom stated simply. "But I'm just a poor, faggoty writer. That's what you said, right? Why should knowing I'm successful change your opinion of me?" Tom realized how easily angered his father was lately. He knew that prodding him would stoke his temper. "So you're a big shot, then? I guess I'm supposed to be impressed." "You're supposed to be my father. You're supposed to be a husband. You're not supposed to threaten to steal the livelihood of the people that care about you." Tom said. "You are so disrespectful. Don't you see that I couldn't care less what you think of me? I couldn't care less about your little life." It seemed to be a very harsh retort to John's behavior, but it also seemed to be the only way to get through to him. "And if my mother wants to come live with me then she is more than welcome in my home." "Your home?" John said beginning to grasp the reality of the situation. John sat there swirling in a mixture of confusion and anger. "Yes. My home." He repeated gesturing the house. "Now Frank and I are going to have a drink to celebrate a big day for me. Would you like a drink?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, please." He scowled. He could certainly use a drink. Tom reached forward and lifted a small, silver servant's bell in the middle of the table. He gave it a ring. Frank glanced over at Marie who seemed to be completely at ease. ****** Alexis heard the bell ring. It was her cue. Sir had said when it was time to reveal his lifestyle he would give it a jingle. She stood up from the couch where she had been talking with Stephen and then smiled her graceful smile. She made her way toward the dining room. She stepped through the entryway and knelt down next to Tom. "May I get you something, Sir?" She asked. John nearly fell backward in his chair. The woman that appeared in front of him was stunning, and, most notably, naked. His eyes danced nervously around the room desperately trying not to stare. And then it began to dawn on him that no one else seemed to be slightly put off by the situation. Even his wife sat there quietly as if everything were normal. "Yeah, Lexi. We need some drinks. I'm thinking about having a glass of the Macallan in my office." He spoke quietly to her before looking up. "Frank, you want scotch? It's the good stuff." "No. I'll have the Cabernet from Napa that I had last week. That was excellent." "That's a good idea." He said turning back to Alexis. "Bring in the Rubicon Cabernet and fetch that Macallan for my father. He likes a single malt." "Yes, Sir." She said exiting the room. Tom looked up noticing the uncomfortable look on his father's face. "What's wrong? Haven't you seen a naked woman before?" "What the hell was that about?" He stammered. The Novelist Pt. 07 "She's a submissive." Tom stated offering no more explanation. "Now, we've gotten sidetracked." Tom stood up and grabbed the torn settlement. "It seems you didn't like this one." Then he grabbed the agreement that offered his father everything. "If you don't think she deserves everything then it only makes sense that you don't either." Tom tore the other settlement in half. "So," He centered the last one in front of his father. "I guess that narrows the options down to this one." John could barely follow what was happening. His mind was still on the vague explanation of the nude woman and on the phone call. He was being overwhelmed by all of the new information. He blinked his eyes looking down at the last settlement. "I'm... I'm not going to sign that." He stated after a moment. "But it's the right thing to do." Tom replied. "It's the honorable and honest thing to do." John's anger was bubbling back up. He couldn't understand what was happening. It upset him that his son was pushing him to settle things. He was mad at his wife for not cowering or begging to come home. He didn't feel comfortable all of a sudden. He didn't feel like he had control over anything that was happening. And he didn't like the older gentleman watching this exchange. "You know what? Fuck you." He spat standing up from his seat mostly because he didn't know how else to react. "I don't know what kind of shit is going on here, but I'm not signing a damn thing. You can call my lawyer. I'd like to leave." "You don't get it, do you?" Tom replied calmly. "I've offered you every opportunity to just split your assets and settle this amicably. I'll offer it again. Sit back down and sign it." "Or what?" His father spat back at him. "What are you going to do?" Tom leaned forward and looked at him with an intense, serious glare. "Or I'll disassemble your life. I will take away everything you hold dear. And I'll leave you a pathetic, broken, foolish man." John laughed nervously. "Good luck with that. My lawyer will tear you apart." Tom reached back into his stack of papers, and pulled out the letter from his lawyer. "Your lawyer has recused himself." Tom said sliding the letter across the table. "So pardon me if I don't take your threat seriously." John looked at the envelope addressed to him. He didn't understand why Tom would have any correspondence from his attorney. He opened the flap and pulled out the letter. And he began to read. Alexis returned a moment later. John glanced up briefly unnerved by her presence. She quietly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Tom. He smiled back at her. Then she poured one for Frank. She set the bottle on the table. Alexis turned her attention toward Sir's father. "Mr. Bolden?" She asked sweetly. "May I pour you a glass of scotch?" She held the bottle out for his review. He looked up from the letter seeing her standing uncomfortably close. He tried not to stare at her breasts but she held the bottle up in front of them. "I... uh... yes." He managed to squeak out. She made him feel nervous. Normally he'd soak up the view of such a beautiful woman, but his wife was here and he was in the middle of finding out he had a legal issue. Alexis set a tumbler down in front of him and then bent over slightly while she filled it. Her breasts swayed out just enough that they were always in his field of vision. Then she set the bottle back on the tray, and settled to her knees next to Tom. John finally looked up from the letter. "How did you do this?" He lifted up the glass and poured it down his throat. "It... It doesn't matter. I'll just find another lawyer." "You should have sipped that." Tom said. "That's ten thousand dollars a bottle. You just downed about $800 worth of good scotch." He paused. "Go get another lawyer. That firm will recuse itself as well. You have no idea what I can do." John looked back at him and considered that for a moment. His son kept throwing information at him. Was that really ten thousand dollars a bottle? Why would he mention that? He glanced at the label again trying to memorize it for it later. Then he shook his head thinking about the latter half of his son's statement -- the important half. "That's impossible." "Is it? I took care of this lawyer in less than twenty-four hours." He said sitting back and sipping his wine. "But if you don't believe me then try your luck. Even if you found a lawyer that I couldn't get to, I can still outspend you." Then he continued. "All of this because you won't be reasonable. You got caught and you're trying to make her the criminal. She showed me that video. Did you see it?" Tom picked up his tablet and started cuing it up on the screen. John didn't understand his son's change of tact. It was hard for him to process everything. He struggled to stand his ground. "You don't need to show it to me again. I've seen it. I don't feel bad about it either." "Oh, no," Tom said, "This isn't that video. You know Frank and I were back in Saratoga on Friday, and just before I saw you I had this terrible backache. So I went to this little masseuse in town who fixed me right up." John locked eyes with him. His son couldn't be implying what it sounded like, he thought. Tom started up a video file on his tablet and handed it to his father. He had edited the video down to highlight a few key parts. ****** Angie was standing next to her massage table wearing her juicy couture sweat pants and work out shirt. Tom was lying face up on the table. Her little hand was wrapped around his cock pumping it up and down. "It's the biggest dick I've ever seen! I... I can't even get my hand around it." She said in awe. "You're boyfriend isn't this big?" Tom asked. "Are you kidding?! He's tiny compared to this!" She pressed it against her forearm noting the similar size. "There's no way that will fit inside me!" "Does that mean you don't want to try?" "Of course I want try!" She babbled enthusiastically. The video skipped forward. "There you go. Lick my balls. I love that." She dragged her tongue across his sack and up the length of his shaft wrapping her lips around it. She tried taking it deep and choked coughing up some saliva. She wiped the strand of spit from her mouth and rubbed it onto his shaft. ****** John looked up from the screen at Tom with fire in his eyes. He was still mad that Tom was giving him correspondence from his own lawyer, but this was a different matter altogether. He watched his son staring back at him completely relaxed. Marie looked toward her son surprised by the video. Now she understood the trip to Saratoga Springs was a multifaceted plan to dig into her husband's life. Tom just gave her a small smile to let her know everything would be okay. Then he smirked across the table at Frank who looked back at him as if he were about to say "well done". ****** The video skipped forward again. "Ohfuckmefuckme. Holyfuckingshit. I'm cumming again. Don't stop. Ohkeeponfuckingme. Fuck. Fuck. Ungggggg!" Angie screamed as he pounded into her pussy. She was bent over the massage table. "Every time you look at this table you're going to think about this cock, aren't you?" "Yes. Yes, Sir." She panted. The video skipped forward again. Tom was lying on the table and Angie was riding him cowgirl. She lifted her ass and then sat back down drilling his length inside her. You couldn't see her face. The video only showed her back and her ass bouncing up and down relentlessly. She pushed it deep and then grinded herself on him. The video skipped forward again. "Where is it?" He growled at her. "Ohgodohgod. It... it's in my ass, Sir! You're... so... deep." "Whose hole is this?" "It's... yours." She panted. The video skipped forward again. Angie was draped over Tom on the floor. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat. She looked at him adoringly. "I've never cum that much ever!" She said fawning over him. "You're just trying to make me feel good. I'm sure you've had plenty of good experiences with other guys." "If I thought sex could be this good, I'd be having a lot more of it. Even the guy I'm seeing right now can't make me cum half the time. It's like I get on top of him and just when I get going, he's done. How am I going to be able to have sex with him after this?" The video skipped forward again. "Unnngggggg! Un... fuck...ing...real! Ohshiiit. I'm cumming again!" The video skipped forward again. "Spray it on my face!" "Tell me you're a slut for this cock." "I'm such a slut for that cock, Sir. Cum on me. Cum all over me." The video skipped forward again. Angie was laid back on the table breathing heavily. She had cum covering her face and chest. "So you're really into that whole Dominant / submissive lifestyle?" "Yeah. Since I started writing about it. It's been a few years now." "And you've taught lots of women?" "Quite a few." The video skipped forward again. She was on her knees sucking his cock. "How is it still hard? You just came and it's still throbbing." "I guess it's not done with you yet." Tom laughed. "My pussy isn't going to be able to take much more. I'll be so sore tomorrow." "Is your boyfriend coming over tonight?" "I'll just ignore him tonight. I'm almost all fucked out already." "Well let's make sure you're fully fucked out. Get on your knees." "Yes, Sir." ****** Marie listened to the audio filling the room although she couldn't see the screen. She knew that Tom fucked whoever he wanted, but it saddened her listening to the encounter with this girl. This girl had fucked the only two men she ever loved. This girl ruined her marriage. The only solace she had was seeing the clear signs of upset on her husband's face. Now he knew how it felt. John just stared at the screen silently. He was infuriated, but he was also devestated. Angie had cheated on him. And then he realized that he had been right all along. She had slept with someone else. She had ignored him intentionally on Friday. Her dishonesty hurt just as much as her unfaithfulness. She'd completely betrayed and manipulated him. He wasn't sure what would happen when he made it back to the hotel. He couldn't stay with her any longer. He'd never be able to trust her again or feel confident about his sexual prowess. John wondered if he should just keep this information to himself until they got back to upstate New York. Then he could enjoy the vacation before he let her go. He hated his son more than he thought possible. John faced a new reality, though. If he broke it off with Angie when they got back, he'd have no one around. He looked at his wife thinking about everything. He couldn't give her half the savings or the house. What would he have left? He didn't know how Tom disposed of his lawyer, and he knew he couldn't outspend him. Trying to contend with his resources in court would drain his accounts just the same. The only option he thought he had was to salvage his marriage for the time being. At least that would save his money and buy him some time. Tom was tired of waiting for a response. He pulled Alexis up from her kneeling position and had her sit in his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned her head into the crook of his neck. John hated how happy she seemed in his arms. He couldn't understand how she could listen to the video and still hang off him adoringly. The last part of the video hinted toward some alternative lifestyle. It was just another strange aspect of his son's life that made it harder to understand what was happening. "So, I'm sorry I had to edit it down. We didn't have three hours to get through the whole thing. She's voracious, that one." John's eyes burned with anger. Anger, he thought to himself, wasn't helping. He knew he was losing this battle. He needed to change his tactics as well. "It... it doesn't matter," John said trying to sound less shaken than he was. "I don't care what you did with her." He turned his attention to his wife. "I just want you to come home, Marie. I've been waiting for you to come home. I don't want to do all this." He said holding up the settlement. "I was angry when you left. I admit it. But I ended it with that girl." "You did?" She asked quietly. "Yes. Okay? We can still fix this thing. Just come home." It was about the most sincere John had sounded in the last few weeks. "I... I don't want to go back. You broke this. It's not repairable." "Please be reasonable." Tom laughed. "I can't believe I'm hearing you ask someone else to be reasonable." John just snapped. "You shut your fucking mouth! This has nothing to do with you! I don't know what kind of sick, perverted life you live. Just stay the fuck out of this. You sit there all smug with that... that whore on your lap... and you're judging me!" He looked at Marie with pleading eyes. "Marie, let's go talk somewhere else. This is between us. Why are all these people here? Please?" She actually felt bad for him. Her husband didn't look well at all. "These are my friends." She said quietly. "They have all been here to help me over the last week." "Come on, Marie. That doesn't matter. We need to talk about this alone." He blathered helplessly. "Why don't you tell her the truth?" Tom suggested calmly. "Instead of calling Alexis such a terrible name." He looked at her and brushed her cheek. "Are you a whore, Lexi?" "I'm your whore, Sir." She said sweetly. John was deconstructing at a rapid rate. He hated Tom for picking away at him. He couldn't even insult his woman. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "You didn't break it off with that girl." Tom replied. "What the fuck would you know about it?" He screamed. "Well I know you didn't fly out here just to talk to mom. Everything out of your mouth is a lie..." "Marie, that's not true. Don't listen to him." John pleaded. "You flew out here with Angie. You took an entire week off from work. You have reservations at the Bacara Resort and Spa in Santa Barbara. You planned on driving up tomorrow night and staying through Friday." Tom looked at his father as he spoke the words. "Of course, you're currently at The London Hotel in West Hollywood." John stared back blankly, silenced. Tom tapped at his tablet for a moment. The phone began to ring. "Good evening. You've reached The London guest reservations, Anthony speaking." "Hi, Anthony. My name is Tom. My father, John Bolden, is staying with you in room 619. I was just wondering if Angela DiNovi is staying in his room, or if he booked her a separate room. I wanted to send her some flowers." "Of course, Sir. Give me one moment." He paused. "Yes, John and Angela are both staying in room 619." "Great. Thanks." He said hanging up. Then he looked at his father. "And you added her to the reservation so she had a key for the room and access to the rooftop pool. I checked with guest services on my way down tonight." "Jesus, John." Marie said surprised and disgusted at the truth. "What is wrong with you? That is so fucked up. You flew her out here? I... I don't even want to talk about this anymore. I just want this settled. However that has to happen." He'd been caught in his lie. "Why are you doing this?" He asked his son weakly. "I'm not doing anything. I gave you every opportunity to end this. I asked as nicely as possible. You did this. All of this is your fault. I warned you that I would disassemble your life." Tom reached forward and tapped the settlement. "I've just begun. You know I inherited your work ethic. And right now my only job is following through on my word." John actually looked frightened. He wasn't sure how Tom knew the details of his trip. He'd clearly taken the time to think this through. "Marie, I... I'm sorry. Okay?" She looked back at him infuriated. He could see the disgust in her eyes. He hung his head. Both women were lost to him. Tom waited for him to sign the papers, but John couldn't move. His anger and threats had gotten him nowhere. He just couldn't understand how it came to this. "Why are you making this so hard?" Tom shook his head in disbelief. ****** Stephen wondered what the other men were up to exactly. Seeing all these submissive women had made him hard. He inspected the ropes on Anne pleased with his work. He leaned over and inhaled the scent of her pussy. "I hope Frank lets me have a taste of this cunt." He said. Then he walked over and looked at Kimmie sitting in her chair. "Whatcha think so far? You like this?" "Yes, Sir." She said smilingly. "I like how you tied her up." "So that's what you want, right? You wanna be a little subby slut too?" "Yes, Sir." "I made all these collars, ya' know. Every one of these girls came through my store at some point." "All of them?" She asked looking around at the other women. "Yep. That little peach down there just got her collar this morning." He said. "See how she's positioned? That's a sign of obedience. She'll stay like that until her owner accepts her collar." He let out a raspy laugh. "I suggest pissing before presenting though. But I kinda respect that she just let it go right there on the floor." "How come everyone's so quiet, Sir?" She asked. "Tom trains 'em well." Stephen said. "He's got some shit goin' on in the next room. These girls won't do anything until he tells them to. If he doesn't give them instructions then they'll just wait." "Why is she the only one wearing a hood, Sir?" Kimmie asked. "I don't know." Stephen said looking Angie up and down. "I'm not sure what he has planned for this one." The entire conversation had Angie worked up. She wanted to see what the girl was looking at. She wanted to see the show of obedience and the collars. They were all looking at her naked and exposed. It was torturous waiting for Tom. Alexis poked her head into the room. "Stephen, Sir would like you to join him in the dining room." ****** Stephen walked in to what seemed to be an uncomfortable scene. Frank sat on the far side of the table sipping his wine. Tom sat on the near side staring at his father. It was silent. "What's goin' on, Tom?" Stephen said as he entered the room. He looked over at John. They hadn't met but he looked worse for wear. John lifted his head seeing the beefy, thick figure standing there. His thoughts were racing, and he suddenly felt very tired and weary. He wasn't sure why people kept showing up. He wondered what else his son could do to belittle him. "Marie passed along a message from you last Thursday." Tom stated without taking his eyes off his father. "She said you'd like to taste my peach." Stephen's smile widened on his face. "That's right. I'd love to get a good taste." "Go ahead." Tom stated as he shifted his chair to the side so that he was facing his father with his mother behind him. "Marie, present." Marie should have been nervous hearing his instruction, but she had no respect left for her husband. She pushed her chair back and stood up. She grabbed the top of her strapless dress and pulled it down over her breasts and let if fall to the floor. Stephen watched her. She knew she could say no. But she didn't want to. She wanted to please her son. Some part of her was excited about being ordered to fuck someone. It was a strange feeling, but she had nothing but trust in her son. John looked on in horror as his wife stood naked in front of the room. He saw that she was wearing the same lingerie that the blonde girl had on. He jumped up from his chair. "What the fuck, Marie! You can't do that in front of Tom." He whipped his head over to his son. "What are you doing? What the fuck is this?" Tom brought his hand down on the table with force rattling all the dishes. It was the first time John had seen any emotional anger in him. "Sit down!" He roared out as he watched John tentatively retake his seat. "I get rid of your lawyer and nothing. I threaten to outspend you and nothing. I fuck your girlfriend and nothing! Maybe watching your girlfriend get fucked isn't the same thing as watching your wife get fucked. Now watch! And if that doesn't work, I'll take your job and then your reputation. And then anything else you have left." The Novelist Pt. 08 Author's note: This story contains themes of incest and BDSM. This can't be read as a stand-alone story. I suggest starting with Part 1 to understand the story progression. Please comment and vote. I love all feedback. ****** Tom stood at the counter in the kitchen letting the events wash over him. He poured himself another glass of wine, but he only sipped at it, not wanting to be caught in the fog of inebriation. He stared out the small bay window above the sink. The other girls had moved down toward the pool. It was a warm, pleasant evening. He watched as they set their high heels and stockings off to the side and dipped their bare feet into the water. It was Tom's intention to discard his father this evening. There was a nagging thought in the back of his mind, though. Originally he expected his father to fly out for just a day. Now that he knew his plan was to stay the week, it felt like he might be back. It bothered him, and he didn't care to invite any further confrontations. Tom made his way toward the French doors and stepped out onto the patio to find Frank and Stephen discussing various banal topics. He sat down on the edge of the outdoor sofa. "I appreciate you guys coming over tonight. I know it probably seemed strange to watch someone dealing with a family matter. But I couldn't have gotten him to sign that paper without your help." Frank could see that his friend was bothered. Tom seemed to be introspective, instead of elated. "I can always expect an interesting evening here." He replied. "If there's ever a way to help, you know I'll be there. Don't feel bad, Tom. He brought it on himself. Besides, I don't think Marie is heartless. She'll leave him with something." "Maybe." Tom said quietly. "Eh, fuck that guy." Stephen added. He didn't have the ability to sense Tom's conflict like Frank had. Stephen just said what was on his mind without much thought of wording or filtering his statements. "I don't have any respect for a man that can sit back while his wife gets fucked. I thought the little pussy would try and fight back." Tom looked back at him thoughtfully. "So did I. I'm surprised he didn't take a swing at me." "Anyway," Stephen added, "I think your little subby sluts took the news of our arrangement well." "What arrangement?" Frank asked. "I'm not so sure they did." Tom said. "This week has happened fast. They've had a lot thrown at them without much time to think it over. We'll see how they feel when everything slows down and reality sinks in." "What arrangement?" Frank asked again. "Come on. Keep me in the loop." "Nothing." Tom said. "Stephen gets to have one of my submissive girls for a year. It's an old debt. Although I'm thinking about reneging on the deal altogether." "You can't do that." Stephen said quickly. "We had a deal. I know how much you value your word." "I value the trust these women place in me. If I thought that this deal would damage that then I'd back out in an instant." "That's fucked!" He huffed. Tom stared at him for a long moment. "What's fucked is the fact you chose two women that would be particularly difficult to part with. You chose them to prove something. I owe you. That's true. I can always find a way to repay you. Things have changed since we made that deal. Everything in life is negotiable. Those were your words." Stephen didn't like the sound of it, but he didn't say anything in response. It was true that he had picked Marie and Jane on purpose. It was his own show of dominance over Tom. Now it occurred to him that he might have gone too far. "Well, it looks like they're lining up at your door these days." Frank responded nodding toward Kimmie who was staring at them from about fifteen feet away. Tom waved her forward. ****** Kimmie stared blankly as Tom acknowledged her. She had begged Stephen to tag along and watch them this evening. It had not gone the way she expected it. She was able to put the pieces together slowly. Tom's dad was in town and his parents were getting divorced, and there was some type of agreement signed that didn't seem to be done at the older man's desire. She was fascinated by his emotionless handling of the situation. To her, he seemed to be a calculated, exact individual with an enormous cock and a lot of women. She walked up the steps toward the three men. They all seemed to be dissecting her with their eyes. It made her nervous, and she felt out of place. The other women hadn't talked to her much. She was the only one that hadn't gotten naked. "What do you want, Kimmie? You don't want to hang out with the other girls?" Tom said rather coldly as if he were annoyed by her presence. "No. It's not that. I... um... just wanted to talk to you, Sir." She got down onto her knees thinking this was the best position to address him. "About what, Peach? Don't dance around the point." Stephen added. "Um... training, Sir." She responded quietly looking back and forth between the two men. "I... would... um... well I would like you to train me... Sir." "Me?" Tom asked. "Yes, Sir." She said looking down feeling uncomfortable returning his gaze which felt piercing. "Why not Stephen? He's perfectly capable. Or Frank here. I'm sure he'd love to take on the challenge." "But... I...." She stammered. Tom sighed. "How old are you, Kimmie." "Twenty, Sir." He stood up taking in her form and walking around her. "What do you do? Work? School?" "School." She replied. "At Cal State Northridge, Sir." "I don't think I can take you on. I'm not sure I have the time." Tom said still looking her over. "Do you fuck a lot?" She was put off by the stream of questions. "Uh, not really, Sir." He looked annoyed by the answer. "Do you fuck at all? Have you fucked a lot of guys? Come on, let's hear it." "Just two, Sir." "Why are you so nervous?" He snipped. "Do you see the other girls wearing clothes?" The way he questioned her had her shaking with nervousness. She saw Frank and Stephen looking on quietly. "I didn't know if I should take them off..." "Stop." He said cutting her off. "You're young. You don't really pay attention. I'm not sure you know what you want at all." He leaned forward pushing her onto her hands and knees. He reached down slipping his fingers into the waist of her cut off jean shorts and lifted her up. "Shit." He said looking at her hanging from his hand. "What are you a buck? Not even?" Kimmie had never been picked up like this before. It didn't seem to require much effort on his part. "I'm...um... ninety five pounds." "Five feet? Five-one?" He asked. "Just under five feet." She said timidly. Tom set her body down on the outdoor table in front of the sofa. "You're just a wisp of a thing. You should put on a few pounds. Wait here." He walked to the door and stepped in grabbing the kitchen shears from the knife block. "Let's see how you look." Tom stuck the end of the scissors under one leg of her jean shorts and began to snip through material. He felt the little girl tense and freeze. He cut up over her ass cheeks letting the cold end of the blade slide over her skin. Finally her shorts fell away as he continued up through her shirt. She sat there naked with her clothes minced underneath her. "Hmm." Tom said. He couldn't deny that she was a tiny piece of ass. She had perky little breasts. Tom dropped his pants and grabbed onto her short brunette hair lifting her head. "Let's try your mouth." She opened wide as he fed his cock into her. He had gotten the tip inside when the girth of his cock lodged between her teeth. She couldn't fit anymore. Kimmie did her best to pleasure the portion he squeezed into her, but she could see the disappointment in his face. "Well that's just not going to do." Tom said removing himself. He walked around behind her feeling her pussy. "Shaved already. That's good. You're wet. You like this?" "Yes, Sir. I like your cock." "Let's see if it fits in this hole." Tom said before he pushed the head between her thin pussy lips. He pressed in and then pulled out just a little before pushing in again. He took a minute or two to try and stretch her open. Then he got tired of waiting, and used his weight to lunge forward. "Ummmmmph." Kimmie gasped. She closed her eyes tight having never quite felt so stretched open. Tom pressed her chest down and grabbed her hips to pull her back onto him. He worked himself forward and back doing his best to squeeze in the last few inches. It just didn't work. He had gotten a little over two-thirds of his shaft into her before he bottomed out in the back of her pussy eliciting a strange sounding squeal from the little girl. Tom just fucked her with whatever portion she could take and watched as she squeaked and squealed beneath him. "You're just too tiny." Tom replied as he thrust deep into her. "I'm going to break you if I try and fuck you any harder." Still he pushed her back and forth with ease. "Eeeeehgooaah. Ohhhh. Hmmmmmmff." The sounds coming from her were both lustful and distressing. "OhhohhhUngh. Hermph." Tom pulled back seeing her thick creamy cum all over his shaft. He pulled himself out and wiped it off on her ass. Then he reached down lifted her up to her feet and standing her in front of him. "Give me a good reason why I should train you." He asked. Kimmie just stared back at him awestruck and speechless having never quite cum that quickly before in her life. Tom waited, watching her. "Stephen might be better for you. I'm just not sure this will work out." Then he turned grabbing his tablet and heading down toward the pool. Tom didn't cum. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction. It left her wanting more. Tom knew that it didn't matter whether he wanted to train her or not. She had a certain determination in her eyes. He'd seen that look before. ****** Marie and Jane were still kneeling in the living room alone. Alexis had left them there. She had been too emotional at the thought of Marie's departure. They didn't really know what to say to one another. For the first time they both knelt collared and owned, and concerned over the recent conversation. Jane tried to lighten the mood. "I didn't think it would be so satisfying to watch John squirm. I wonder how it feels to have your ass handed to you by your own son." She commented and paused waiting for her sister to respond. "Marie?" Marie just looked back at her sadly. "It's not funny, Jane." "Cheer up!" She said. "You got the settlement signed. You have the upper hand now. You can split things anyway you want." "God, Jane, you're so oblivious sometimes. I don't care about John. I'm worried about Tom." She couldn't call him Sir in this moment. "You don't have kids. It's hard watching them suffer. Don't you think it was hard for him to do that? Didn't you see the look in his eyes?" "Oh." Jane said quietly. She hadn't noticed any particular look. Maybe it was an intuition only a mother could sense. "Sorry." Jane didn't know how else to respond. Marie just wanted to stop worrying about it altogether. It didn't matter whether Tom was affected or unaffected by the task of settling her issues. He wouldn't discuss it. It was part of what made him a complicated individual. There was a stubbornness to him that often made him suffer quietly instead of looking for a sympathetic ear. Marie finally looked up and smiled. She was getting used to brushing off her worries, and surrendering to her new purpose of servitude. "Needy slut." She said mischievously. "Looks like someone got their collar personalized. It looks good on you. Welcome to 'all the girls'?" "All the girls?" Jane asked confused at the reference. "It's a long story. It's how I referred to his life last Wednesday. I overheard Alexis reference 'all the girls' when I eavesdropped, and I was so curious what she meant. Once I found out I just needed to be a part of it. Anyway, you're a part of it now too." "Yes I am." She said smiling. "Hey. How did you get so good at licking pussy anyway?" Marie asked. "College." She replied. "Jane! How did I not know about that?" "Yeah. Miss 'get married-settle down – have kids- I'm quietly judging you'. I wasn't about to share my exploits with you." She chided. "I had my fun in college." Then she changed the subject. "You know I'm really thinking about moving out. I'm serious, Marie. I need a change anyway." "Well I guess it's like a fresh start for the both of us then." Marie responded. "Although, the Stephen thing..." "I just want to pretend like I didn't hear that. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm not sure about much anymore. This is a lot to process. I was so in control of my life a few days ago... and... well look at me now." Marie knew exactly what she meant as she gave her sister another once over. Her body was bruised and defiled. She smelled of cum. The collar hugged her neck tightly. And she wore a smile that seemed to be in stark contrast to her appearance. Marie considered her sister's statement about being in control up until now. It was the lack of control that drove her to fall into this mess. It was the enjoyment of not needing to be in control any longer that seemed to bind them to this new life. It went against everything society required from upstanding women and mothers. It made them both feel young and careless in some way. ****** Splash! Tom sank beneath water in the pool holding his breath and finding his moment of solitude. He had put on Janis Joplin's White Rabbit, which poured out of the speakers around the pool. It seemed to match the odd, surreal feeling in his heart. He opened his eyes and watched the legs dangling in the water near the other end. And then he pushed off the bottom moving in their direction as he came up for a breath. If nothing else, Tom liked seeing his women here together. He was still adjusting to the newness of having them comingle. He stretched out a hand coming to the side of the pool and pulled Ybeth forward into the water near the small artificial waterfall. She feigned shock as her body submerged. And then she came up seeing his playful nature and felt comfortable wrapping her arms around his neck as she hung off him. "My little Colombian slut." He whispered smiling at her. "Thank you for being on your best behavior." "Siempre, Papi." She responded knowing that he liked it when she played up her Latina background. He leaned in and kissed her. Tom lifted her back up onto the ledge of the pool before thrusting himself upward onto the flagstone. He reached down and lifted Ybeth and threw her over his shoulder wrapping his right arm around her knees. Then he extended his left hand toward Anne and toted her along behind him back toward the house. ****** Alexis stepped out of the powder room into the kitchen feeling slightly better. She was still saddened to think that Marie would ever leave this house. She watched Tom stroll into the kitchen with Ybeth dangling helplessly over his shoulder and Anne following close behind. "Alexis." Tom said. "I need you to do me a favor." "Yes, Sir." She replied. "I need you to bring Jane back to her room. Take Marie back to her room and get Angie settled in yours. Then have Abby and Fran help you straighten up." Tom didn't wait for her reply. He just leaned forward and kissed her before he continued upstairs. He walked into the bathroom and set Ybeth down. "Oh god, I have to pee." She exclaimed sitting on the toilet and relieving herself in front of them unabashedly. Tom chuckled. "Anne, would you start the shower for us?" He asked. Anne stepped into the shower and turned the handles letting the water warm up. The shock of cold water felt liberating. She leaned forward pressing her tits against the glass shower wall giving Tom a little show. He swigged some mouthwash before stepping in to join her with Ybeth. He leaned against the side of the shower as both women began kissing his body and washing him down with soapy washcloths. It was Anne who settled between his legs and let his heavy sack dip into her mouth. Ybeth wrapped her thin fingers around his shaft and stroked him slowly enjoying the veiny contour of his cock. ****** Angie was seated on the bed in Alexis' room still in a bit of shock after all was said and done. This place felt so foreign to her. She curled up pulling the soft comforter over her and wondered what she would do tomorrow. Tom was a far more intriguing person than she originally thought. She wondered how he managed it all. It seemed so complicated. She rubbed a hand down her naked chest and over her pussy. He had fucked her so well. It wasn't as complete as their encounter back home. Despite the embarrassment tonight, she still felt horny and a bit unsatisfied. ****** The house was quiet and clean. Francesca and Abby had already left. Alexis showed Frank and Stephen to the door. She made her way back through the kitchen to the patio. Kimmie was sitting on the ground all alone next to her shredded clothes. "I thought you left already." Alexis said slightly startled. "I don't have any clothes." The little girl whined. "I... I thought that he'd let me stay. I thought he'd be happy that I offered myself to him." Alexis felt sorry for her. "It doesn't work like that, Kimmie. He has to choose you, not the other way around." "But..." She started still unclear what she wanted to say. "He saved me from a bad person. I thought... well... like... I thought he wanted me." "Maybe under different circumstances it would have worked out. Things are very hectic in his life right now. Do you want me to get you something to wear? Should I call you a taxi?" "Can I stay here tonight? I can sleep on the couch. I don't mind." Alexis didn't want to force her out. It was already midnight. "You have to be gone first thing in the morning. No exceptions." "I promise!" She said gathering the remnants of her clothes and heading inside to the living room. Alexis took Sir's tablet remote and finished turning off the lights on the lower level. She stepped into the backyard and padded down to the pool. ****** "Si! Si! Yes, Papi! Aye, que rico! Fuck it, Sir!" Ybeth screamed into the covers as Tom fucked her from behind. Anne was kneeling by her side pushing the girl's brown bubble butt back onto his rigid length. "Oh! Oh! Aye. Ayeeee. I'm cumming!" Tom grunted as he tossed her aside and flipped Anne onto her back sinking his cock into her. He reached out and slapped her big tit. It elicited a yelp followed by a satisfied groan. Ybeth was cupping her pussy with both hands overcome by the sensitivity she felt when he fucked her. Anne grabbed the Latina girl's legs and pulled her closer so she could taste her wet slit. It caused Ybeth to grind back into her face searching for another climax. "I love those nipples." Tom said as he leaned forward and bit the nub on her large areola. She moaned into Ybeth's pussy, and the young girl responded by pressing harder into her face. Anne needed his cock so badly. It wasn't that she disliked fucking her husband. Tom's cock was just so long and fat that it reached places Frank's couldn't. She was finally reaching her climax and she screamed into the girl's pussy again muffling her voice as she came. Tom pulled out and then laid down while Anne licked his shaft savoring her taste. Ybeth straddled his body pushing backward while Anne held his cock guiding it into her. ****** Jane reeked of sex, body odor, cum and urine. Her body was weak and bruised. Her hair was matted and frazzled. She knelt in front of the mirror in her room and noted every bruise on her body recounting the feeling each time the crop had connected with her skin. She never thought she'd seen someone look like such a whore. Not just a whore, but a well-used whore. The thing that stood out most of all was the collar wrapped tightly around her neck. "I'm owned." She said to her reflection adjusting herself to the whole concept. "I'm an owned whore." The Novelist Pt. 08 It was a sudden and powerful emotion that swept through her as she spoke the words. Her body shivered and tingled. She felt an incredible need as her pussy moistened at the terrible thoughts in her head. The feelings weren't born from a lack of understanding about what she needed. It was that she finally did know. She needed to be here. It was the realization that being there – her perfectly adequate and orderly home in Saratoga Springs – seemed to be the most insignificant and pointless existence for her. Being alone allowed her to finally realize exactly what had occurred over the last few hours. She thought about what John witnessed, and the clear erection he had seeing her used and obedient. It was an emotional toll that she suffered when she allowed Sir to collar her so publicly. Offering herself to him seemed more real and more absolute with an audience. She thought that she should be exhausted, but she couldn't sleep. She had to express the feelings she had inside her. She crawled over to the desk and flipped open the leather bound journal. Jane's pen hit the paper, and then the saga unfolded. It was the story of her insignificant life and her entrance into this house. It was the story of her and her sister and her enigmatic nephew. It was a confession and an exclamation. It was a biography and a fantasy. Above all it was her new reality. With every word came a lightness of being and an acceptance of what had been so difficult to accept thus far. "My name is Jane Harmon." The passage began. "I'm a needy slut. I'm an owned whore. I'm a collared toy. I serve Sir, the only one that knows how I need to be treated..." ****** Insomnia was a contagion that swept through the house. Marie couldn't sleep and the bed felt incredibly empty with no one to share it. She had hoped that Alexis might join her. She wondered if she was with Sir. She climbed from her bed wearing only her collar and walked downstairs to fix herself a drink. Wine, she thought, might be just the thing to numb her nerves. The whole home was clean and dark. She walked quietly into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door just a crack allowing the light inside to dimly bathe the kitchen. She blinked twice seeing the bottle of Rubicon on the counter and grabbed a wine glass filling it almost all the way to the brim. She looked up out of the bay window, and saw a lone figure at the edge of the pool. She opened the French doors and walked down to join her. "Alexis? What are you still doing up?" She asked. "Oh, Marie. You startled me. I can't sleep. I thought the fresh air and the quiet might be nice." "I can't sleep either." Marie said taking a seat beside her and letting her feet dangle in the water. "I thought some alcohol might help." She held up her wine glass. "Is anything wrong?" Alexis smiled her graceful smile, but her eyes looked tired. "I don't know. I guess not. Everything's just been unusual for me. It's usually only me and Sir in the house. I'm just nervous I suppose." "Me too." Marie said pensively. "Aren't you feeling better? I mean you're free now, right? Isn't that what you wanted?" "It's not the divorce, Sweetie." Marie said putting her arm around Alexis and pulling her close in a comforting, motherly embrace. "I'm relieved that's over now. But... with that part of my life done, this part of my life just got very real. I need to be realistic. I want nothing more than to be here. I want to belong to Sir. Part of me still wants to be his mom." Alexis leaned her head on Marie's shoulder. "You'll always be his mom. Everything will be fine. I'm sure of it." "I'm not so sure. I'd like to believe it though. Now with my husband gone and my sister here... and... with everything that's happened this week... oh well... I guess it's natural to be nervous." "Do you know what you're going to do about the divorce yet?" Alexis asked. She lifted her feet out of the pool and stretched them out on the flagstone and then laid her head in Marie's lap looking up at her. It seemed very childish in a way. Alexis cared for Marie, and in a way it felt like having her mother back in her life. "I don't know." Marie sighed. "Part of me wants to take it all and show him how it feels. But I don't really want it all. It doesn't seem that important to me. I suppose I have to live. I need something. I can't leave him helpless, though. I don't have it in me." Alexis smiled. "You have such a good heart, Marie. We'll talk to Sir. I promise I'll do everything I can to make sure you have a place here." Marie caressed her cheek gently. "All I've ever wanted was for my son to be happy. If he had brought you home to meet me, I would've been so happy for him. I would be proud to call you a part of our family." Marie took a sip of her wine, and looked around the yard still taken aback by the extent of her son's success. Then she looked down and saw Alexis nodding off. She gently nudged her. "Come on, Alexis. It's bedtime." ****** Tom was buried deep in Anne's ass as she howled beneath him. He had grabbed a clump of her hair and pushed her face back into Ybeth's pussy. "Say it again." He demanded as he pumped into her. "I want to hear it again." "I'm a dirty fuck slut! Use my holes, Sir!" She cried out. Tom was incredibly turned on listening to her. She was so close to another orgasm, but he couldn't hold out any longer and he grunted as he filled her ass. He walked around and forced his semi erect cock into Anne's mouth and watched as she cleaned it thoroughly. Then he collapsed back on the bed breathing heavily. Both women crawled up alongside him and fell asleep in his arms. Tom couldn't sleep despite his exhaustion. He laid back into the pillows and let his mind wander. After ten minutes, he quietly untangled himself from the women on his bed and snuck out of the room. He was half way down the hall when he heard his name. He turned his head into the darkness of Alexis' room. "Angie? Is that you?" He whispered. "Yeah." Tom stepped into the room and took a seat on the edge of her bed. "Is everything alright? Do you need anything?" "Nothing is alright." She said softly. "I'm really sorry. I wish I could explain how hard it was for me to let you walk into this tonight." "Would you stop being so apologetic?! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? I wish I could just hate you. Everything was going just as I imagined it... and... and then you demeaned me." "I understand. I tried to tell you not to hate me if things went badly. It was stupid of me to think you could feel anything but anger." Tom said solemnly. "I'm not finished!" She huffed still speaking in a whispered voice. "So just when I feel terrible, you turn around and fuck me and made me cum so hard. And I just spent the last hour listening to you have sex with two women. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to understand how I feel? To understand this place? To figure out why I want you despite what you did to me?" Tom didn't respond at first. "I'll go to the hotel first thing in the morning and get your bags. Then you can tell me what you want. I'll fly you home first class, or I can send you up to the Bacara Resort and you can have your vacation. Whatever you want to do, you just let me know." Angie began to cry. Tom wasn't sure what to do. He stood up to leave. "Don't go." She said quietly. Tom turned around and looked at her. She stared at his cock hanging limply down his inner thigh. "Couldn't you have put pants on?" The question was indicative of her struggle to figure out her own emotions. She hated him and wanted him. He climbed into the bed and wrapped his arm around her body to comfort her. She needed someone to hold her. Despite how she might have felt this evening, she needed it to be Tom. As her breathing calmed she reached back and felt his cock. "I want you to put this inside me." She said breaking the silence. It surprised him to hear those words. "Are you sure?" "Make love to me. Gently. No fucking." She reached over and pulled him on top of her. Then she grabbed his cock and guided it toward her pussy. "Ohhh my..." She began to moan before lifting her head up and kissing him sweetly on the lips. She leaned back and closed her eyes letting him take over with slow gentle thrusts. "Oh god... How does that feel so amazing?" Tom continued his slow gentle movements letting her build to one large powerful climax. She didn't scream out. She just opened her eyes wide to look at him and gasped in shallow breaths. When her pussy tightened on him he lost control. "Oh shit..." He said as he pulled out and stroked his cock. Instead of shooting a load across her body, a single drop emerged from the tip and then dripped off in one long stretchy strand. Angie smiled seeing it. "You saved me the last drop... literally." She giggled as she reached out and collected it on her finger. "You're still an asshole for earlier." Then she brought the finger to her mouth and licked it clean. "I know." Tom replied placing a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well." Tom slipped from the bed and disappeared closing the door behind him. Angie curled herself back under the covers and fell asleep. ****** Tom finally made it downstairs to get something to drink. He poured himself a glass of water and rehydrated. Then he stepped into the living room to see if there was something on TV. He flipped the light switch. "Oh! Sir!" The small voice rang out as Kimmie's head popped up from over the couch. "Holy shit!" Tom screeched dropping his water. The glass clinked on the ground spilling its contents and then fell over on its side and cracked in two. "Oh I'm so sorry! Don't move! I'll clean it up." Kimmie bounded over the corner of the couch and hopped over the broken glass into the kitchen. "What are you doing here?" Tom asked confused. "I didn't have any clothes, Sir." Her voice carried from the kitchen as she gathered some paper towels. "Stephen told me to stay if I wanted, and Alexis said I could sleep on the couch if I left first thing in the morning." She was oddly chipper for one o'clock in the morning. Kimmie got on her hands and knees and began soaking up the pool of water. Tom was certain that she was waving her ass in the air a little too much. "Gosh. I'm sorry if I scared you." She picked up the two pieces of glass and folded them into the paper towel carrying it back into the kitchen. "Um... Where is the trash, Sir?" "Under the sink." He called back. "Oh, I see. Here it is." She came back out again. "See it's all clean now, Sir." "Thanks." He replied flatly. "So, Sir, I've been thinking, and I'm just so sure that I'll be worth your time. You know, you don't really know me that well... and... like... I think you'll see I'm a super good listener and I can follow directions super well." She knelt down in front of him looking up expectantly and still rambling. "I guess I'm not really as experienced as you're used to... but... like... I'd be willing to try every day and get better. I mean you're cock is super huge but I can like... you know... train myself to take it... and I can clean... and cook a little..." "Kimmie?" "Yes, Sir?" She said stopping herself mid-rant. "Shhh." "Oh. Sorry, Sir." She whispered making the zipper motion on her lips. Tom took a seat on the couch and closed his eyes for a moment. This girl was a bit too vivacious for the hour. Kimmie moved over in front of him and knelt down between his legs. She was extremely excited to have him alone by herself. There were too many people around earlier. She was certain he got a bad impression and she definitely didn't look her best with the bruises on her side and around her eye, although, they were nearly gone. She leaned forward looking at his limp erection and pushed her nose as close as she could and then inhaled deeply. "Kimmie." He said with a hint of displeasure. "Sorry, Sir." She sat back on her heels again. It was awkwardly quiet for her and she had a million questions. "Um... did you want your cock sucked, Sir." She paused. "Shoot. Sorry. I'm quiet. I'm being quiet now." Then she leaned her head forward again trying to get close enough to sniff him without annoying him. ****** Tom shifted in his sleep and one leg fell off the side of the sofa waking him up. He lifted his head realizing that he had fallen asleep in the living room. He looked down seeing Kimmie balled up between his legs with her nose nestled against his cock. He reached down and poked her. "Huh?" She said groggily looking up and then she smiled. "Good morning, Sir." Then she looked back down and inhaled. "You smell so good. Like a man." Tom sighed seeing her desire to please him. "You can lick it... but just the balls, Kimmie." She lifted his cock up and cradled his heavy sack in her small hand. She kissed it first and then went to suck it. "No. Don't suck them. Lick them first before you put them in your mouth. I like a nice light lick to start." She stuck out her tongue and dragged it across his sack just how he instructed. His balls were full and heavy again. "Lick from the bottom up towards the bas e of my shaft." He looked down and watched her obey his instructions. "Much better. Lick just below my balls too. Right in between my sack and my ass." Tom loved getting his balls licked in the morning. He thought it was one of the most relaxing ways to wake up. He would have preferred not having to offer instruction, but it felt good regardless. His cock began to inflate slowly until the thick length twitched against his belly. As much as he wanted to continue, he decided that he needed to get moving "I have errands to run this morning. I'll take you home." He stated pulling himself away from her. He motioned for her to follow. Tom very quietly stepped back through his bedroom with Kimmie. He went into his closet and pulled out a beige Canali suit and found his brown Bruno Magli shoes. He put on a white Barney's New York button down and selected a tie. He looked down at the petite brunette realizing that he was going to need to get her some clothes. He rifled through some of Alexis' things and handed her a simple sundress. She slipped it on while he watched. "That's way too big on you." He said. "She has big boobs, Sir." Kimmie replied. "It's okay. I'll make do." "Okay then. Let's get going." ****** By the time that Alexis made it downstairs she could smell a heavenly aroma filling the downstairs. She walked into the kitchen to see Francesca busy with a sea of pots and pans. There were cracked eggshells on the counter. She was slicing thick pieces of brioche and dipping them in a creamy batter. Everything smelled incredible and Alexis' stomach growled. "Fran? What are you doing here?" Alexis said as she walked up to the island and dipped her finger in the batter and tasted it. "Ah. Buongiorno! Sit, sit. I'm making breakfast!" She ladled some beaten eggs into a sauté pan and then dropped a piece of battered brioche in a fry pan next to it. "I left my purse with the keys to the store. I'm so forgetful! I sent Abby to open. Yes, you see! I'm going to let her run the appointments this morning! She was very excited!" "That's so unlike you. You trust her?" "Well, we'll see!" Fran said in her usual fracas of hand motions. "We'll try her out! Now... I'm making brioche French toast, frittata, bacon, leftover fruit salad and I squeezed some fresh orange juice." "Fran! That's way too much!" Fran came around the island and gave her two kisses, one on each cheek, then pulled out a chair at the kitchen table. Alexis took her seat not wanting to insult her. She could feel her stomach rumble. Fran pushed the seat up close to the table and leaned down. "I know! I know! It's way too much for you!" Then she whispered softly. "But you're eating for two. You need to stay healthy and well fed." Alexis looked up in alarm. "Fran!" She looked around to be sure they were alone. "You can't tell anyone! How did you know?" "Shush, shush." She replied. "Who knows you better than me? Look at these!" She cupped Alexis' breasts. "They've gotten bigger. Besides the last few days you haven't touched a drop of alcohol." Alexis just looked caught. "You can't tell anyone! Fran, I mean it." "Your secret is safe. Does Sir know? Have you told him?" She asked. "Yes." Alexis replied. "I told him on Saturday." Francesca jumped up and down and clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh good! Oh good!" She ran back to the stove and flipped the frittata in the pan. "Was he okay? He wasn't mad?" "Sir's response was perfect." She said with a genuine glow in her face. "Congratulazioni! Oh, I'm so happy for you!" "No one else knows, Fran. You have to keep it quiet. I'm not kidding." Fran just flicked her wrist dismissively as if she were insulted that Alexis thought she couldn't keep a secret. "Oh god!" Alexis said relaxing. "Feed me. I'm so hungry all the time." Francesca placed a dish in front of her that was overflowing with heaps of food. Then she set out large serving dishes stacked with eggs and French toast and bacon. Marie entered about ten minutes later as Alexis helped herself to another piece of French toast. "Fran, did you do this?" "Yes, yes. Eat. Nobody likes a scrawny chicken. Eat, eat." ****** Tom parked his car at a meter on La Cienega Boulevard. He didn't want to get too close to the hotel in case his father was around. John was usually a morning person, and Tom assumed he would be up by now. He was hoping to slip in and grab Angie's stuff and slip right back out. He didn't think there was a much better option. "Wait here, Kimmie. This should only take a few minutes." Tom walked across the street, down the brick valet entrance and into the lobby. He still thought it was an odd choice of hotel for his father, but it made sense if he was trying to impress Angie. Then it occurred to him that he should have grabbed her door key before he left home. Tom walked over to the front desk. "Good morning, Sir. Welcome to The London." The receptionist stated with her plastic smile. Tom looked at the name tag on her hotel blazer. "Good morning, Missy. I was wondering if you could do me a favor." He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his billfold removing a twenty. "My father is staying here, and I wanted to surprise him. Can you call his room and see if he's in?" "Of course. What's his name?" She asked as she picked up the house phone. "John Bolden." She dialed the number and waited patiently as it rang. "It doesn't look like anyone is in. Would you like to leave him a message?" "No. I'd like to wait in his room if you don't mind. Is it possible to get a keycard?" "I'm sorry, Sir. You're not on the reservation. It's against hotel policy to give out keys to anyone that hasn't been added to the room." She rattled off the typical line that she had probably repeated a thousand times to other guests. Tom just flashed his wry smile. "I totally understand. It's just that he doesn't know I'm in town and I thought it would be a nice surprise." He reached back into his pocket pulling his billfold out again and sliding his license across the counter with another two twenties. She picked up his identification with the other two twenties and then looked back at the screen confirming the last name was the same on each. She cleared her throat and then said a little too loudly to appease the manager standing a short distance away. "Oh it's not a problem at all. Plenty of guests misplace their key. Let me make another one for you." She took a card and slid it into the machine that keyed the room number on the magnetic strip. "Can I do anything else for you today, Mr. Bolden." The Novelist Pt. 08 "No. Thank you." He said graciously. "And thank you for choosing The London. Have a pleasant day." Tom hurried to the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor. He wasn't sure how much time he had to get in and out. He found the right door and then paused for a moment listening to see if he could hear anything. Then he carefully slid the card into the slot and waited for the small light to turn green granting his access. He turned the handle and stepped inside. "Jesus." He said walking in and seeing the absolute mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere. It looked like John had torn through her suitcase. There were empty little liquor bottles covering the coffee table and nightstand. Tom quickly found her bag and flipped open the lid. He walked quickly through the room grabbing her belongings, and shoved everything inside to make haste. Then he walked into the bathroom and found her bathing suit hanging from a rack. He took her makeup case from the sink and threw the rest of it in her bag zipping it closed. He carried it to the door and set it down before turning around to scan the room one last time. He noticed the panties on his bed and walked over lifting them up. They were crusted together with dried cum. He dropped them immediately and decided to leave them behind. Tom picked up the bag pleased with his covert mission. He swung the door open coming face to face with his father. John held his room key in his hand as if he were just about to swipe it. He looked thoroughly confused to see the door open in front of him. "Are you fucking kidding me?" The words just came out of his mouth, and before he even knew what he was doing he pulled back and landed a painful uppercut into Tom's ribs sending him barreling backwards. "Ow! Son of a bitch!" Tom shouted as his father just came forward with his arms spread going for a full tackle. Tom managed to side step him just in time and push him off. John lost control of his feet, stumbled, and then fell face first into the food cart. The plates of uneaten food crashed to the floor sending French fries and burger toppings flying through the air. "Fuck." John shouted annoyed. He stood up seeing his son leaning against the wall clutching his side in pain. "You ruined everything! You fucking pervert." John was unloading his emotions for the first time. "You sick fuck!" Tom tried to right himself. He had been totally caught off guard. "I'm just getting her bag. I don't want to fight you." John grabbed a plate and hurled at his head. Tom ducked watching it shatter against the wall just beside him. He crouched down going for Angie's bag by the entryway. "Oh no you don't!" John bellowed. Then he jumped up over the top of the sofa and dove toward Tom in a surprisingly spry maneuver. John managed to grab his legs knocking him to the ground, and then climbing on top of him. "I'll fucking kill you!" He reached out and clamped his hands around Tom's neck. It was the last act of desperation from a man who had lost everything. John didn't even look human as tightened his grip. Tom struggled beneath him and managed to bend his right knee and wedge his leg in between them. He took his left hand which had a little bit of mobility and jabbed his father in his windpipe causing him to loosen his grip as he gasped for air. Then with all the strength he could muster Tom pressed his palms against his father's chest and with the help of his right leg he launched him off. John went flailing through the air and into the dresser. His back hit the corner painfully hard. Tom stood up rubbing his neck and straightening his suit. "It's over, dad." He seethed. "I'm not going to fight you. Can't you see you've already lost? Just go home." John was rubbing his head where it hit the food cart. He could feel a bump beginning to swell. He looked up at his son knowing that he couldn't win. Tom was stronger than him. Then all the feelings of being destitute and alone came flooding back. John began to cry. "What do I have left?" He sobbed. "What do I get?" "I don't know." Tom said. "You should have thought of that before it came to this." "Tell her I'm sorry." He sobbed. "Tell her to come home. Please help me." Tom watched as he pleaded helplessly. John couldn't hold it together any longer. "I'm not going to tell her anything." Tom stated coldly. He grabbed the bag and walked out the door. ****** Angie woke up and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was a little after nine in the morning. She pulled back the covers and headed downstairs. She felt uncomfortable without her clothes. It may have seemed fine yesterday, but waking up and walking through the house naked in the day time felt strange. She was usually modest. She strolled into the kitchen and heard the sounds of laughter. She followed the noise outside and down the flagstone steps seeing the women from last night sitting at a table near the pool. Fran, Alexis and Marie had moved the breakfast outside. Anne and Ybeth had joined them at the table. They saw Angie on the pathway holding her arm over her breasts and her other arm hiding her crotch. Alexis looked over. "Now you're being modest?!" She joked and waved her over. "Come on. Join us." Francesca stood and fixed her plate. "Come, come. I made breakfast." "Pour her a mimosa for Christ's sake." Anne added. "The girl looks like she could use a drink." Alexis walked over and took her hand. "Relax, Angie." She said guiding her to the table. "I guarantee this is the least judgmental group of women you're ever going to meet. Sir's house is a safe place." Angie took a seat at the table, and Alexis did a reintroduction. "I'm not sure if you formally met everyone. So, that's Marie on your right. Ybeth. Anne. And Francesca." "How did you sleep?" Marie asked. "Okay I guess. Fitful." Angie took a bite of the French toast. "Oh my god. That's so good." She said holding a hand in front of her mouth as she chewed. She looked around seeing all the women naked in their in collars. "This is still a little weird." She said referencing their state of undress. "This is about the most normal thing in the world for us." Alexis stated. "Really?" She asked. "Are you kidding?" Anne asked. "This place is like a retreat. Except here there's always the chance I get the shit fucked out of me. God, he fucked me so good last night." She smiled at Ybeth. "Me and my new friend here." "Me too." Angie said timidly. "After he left you two, he came into my room." She looked unsure about sharing. Anne started laughing. "And I thought I left him spent." The other girls began to laugh and giggle as well. Marie realized in that moment just how much this home meant to everyone here. They loved her son, but his home was a sanctuary where they could all feel comfortable with the lifestyle that defined a part of their life. She wondered if that's why Francesca came back today. "I'm still so horny!" Anne finally said. "I can bring Jane down." Alexis offered. "She's got a wicked tongue. But Sir has her in strict training, so it can only be for service and then she has to go back to her room." "Fine by me." Anne replied. "Fran, you know how this works. She'll look to both of us for guidance without Sir here." Alexis said before looking over at Marie. "Go get your sister." "Yes, Mistress." She responded realizing that she hadn't referenced Alexis properly last night. ****** Tom and Kimmie were seated along the back wall of Il Fornaio in Beverly Hills. She hadn't said much to him on the drive over. He seemed upset. She wasn't sure what happened in the hotel, but he had emerged looking angry. She'd never really been to this part of town before. She lived in the valley near Northridge. There wasn't much reason for someone from her socioeconomic status to come over here. Kimmie just stared around the restaurant. It had high ceilings with exposed ducting. The ambience was more suited to a New York style establishment. She watched as one of the chefs prepared pizza dough behind a glass partition. Behind him were spits of roasted chicken rotating over a low flame. She glanced back at the menu. The waiter stopped by in his white shirt and black apron. "Are we ready to order?" Kimmie didn't hesitate. "Um. Yeah. Can I have a croissant sandwich with egg, bacon and cheese. And do you have a side of pancakes?" He shook his head yes. "Oh good. A side of pancakes. And a side of bacon separately. Oh and an iced tea." "Very good. For you, Sir?" "Black coffee. Two eggs over easy and a side of wheat toast." "Very good. I'll be back with your drinks in a minute." He said walking off. "Hungry?" Tom asked. "Oh yes. Shit. Did I order too much? I can cancel it if you want, Sir." She looked a little embarrassed. "You're very eager to please me." He noted. "Oh I am! I just think you'll change your mind about me, Sir. I can be the best submissive ever." "Tell me about you. I want to know about your life." "Oh... well... there isn't much to tell. I live in Northridge, Sir. Well my folks do. Well not my folks exactly. My dad left when I was really young and my stepdad is a bit of a dick and drinks too much. My mom works most of the time. We don't have much money. I'm thinking of dropping out of school. I'm not sure." She looked back wondering if that was enough history. "Why drop out?" "Maybe I'm just not meant to get a degree. I think getting some work experience might be better. I could use the money." "So you need money?" Tom said reaching for his wallet. "No!" She said defensively. "I mean... yes... but... like... not like that... that's not why I want you to train me. I can work for my own money. Don't you see how those other women look at you? I want that, Sir. I want to be obedient and to serve you because... like... it's just so hot... and I love..." She leaned over the table a bit and whispered. "... your cock, Sir. I get so wet." Tom had to admit that he liked the girl's enthusiasm. "If I told you to fuck someone else?" "Oh, yes, Sir. I mean I trust you. And you know how super hot it is to be told to fuck someone." "Why do you trust me so much?" He asked. "Because of what you did for me. You're not a bad person. Nothing could be worse than that situation. I realize that now. You're protective. It's like... um... like I saw the best part of you in that store." Tom realized that his simple act in Stephen's shop had left a grand impression on this girl. It was as if no one ever did anything to help her before. "You can't quit school." Tom stated bluntly. "Um, okay." "That's important, Kimmie. Get your degree. You'll never regret it." "Does that mean you'll train me?" She asked excitedly. "No. I'll offer you a job." "A job, Sir?" She was certainly confused. "Yes. I'll hire you as my assistant." "But..." "If you do well then maybe I'll see about training you." "Oh yes! Okay. Like you'll never regret it!" "Don't you want to know about pay?" "Pay?" "It is a job, Kimmie. I'll offer you two thousand a month." "Really?" It seemed like a lot of money to her. "Really. With a few conditions. You are my assistant. You don't discuss anything work related with anyone. You don't tell anyone what I do. You answer only to me unless I tell you otherwise. And you'll sign a non-disclosure agreement... a confidentiality contract. And you'll dress as I ask." "Yes, Sir!" She said. "Um... Sir? What do you do?" Tom laughed. "We'll get to that soon enough." The food arrived and Tom watched the young girl devour her meal. She didn't waste a bite. It was almost as if she hadn't eaten before, or thought she never would again. Tom sipped his coffee and enjoyed his eggs and toast. There were definitely things that Tom could use help handling. A research assistant would be helpful with his books. He also wanted help arranging personal errands, and it wasn't always convenient or appropriate to pawn those responsibilities on his other submissives. This might be a great idea. He was certain that he could pass the expense along to his publisher. Plenty of successful writers had assistants. Mostly Tom felt a need to help this girl. He didn't look at her like a charity case necessarily, but the more he learned about her, he thought she was someone that just deserved a chance. Left alone, she would probably end up a waitress never earning much money. Not that he felt there was anything wrong with waitressing, but she could aspire for more. It didn't seem like there was much support for her at home. ****** Jane felt simply wonderful. She had logged pages into the journal thinking about the next woman that might read them. She even went back and continued reading about the other women. Karen was particularly intriguing to her. She wondered if she would ever get to meet this woman. She finally decided to take her shower. The bathroom was steam filled and the water sounded enticing, but she was reluctant to remove her collar. She never wanted to take it off. Eventually she undid the buckle and climbed under the water washing off the filth. Marie opened the door. It was the first time she peaked into Jane's room. She took in the bare décor wondering why her sister hadn't mentioned the subpar living standards. "Jane?" She called out from the doorway. "Mistress would like you to come down." "Okay. I'll be right there." Her voice sounded cheery. Jane finished drying her hair and then brushed it out. She rubbed some cream into her skin. Then she reached down and picked up her collar wrapping it around her neck and fastening it. She walked out of the room grateful to have some time away from her thoughts. She padded out into the backyard and found the women. She walked right up to Alexis and knelt with her head bowed. "Good morning, Mistress." "We're going to be spending some time outside this morning." Alexis stated. "We'll need you to get some fresh towels on the lounge chairs. Clean up this breakfast mess. And bring out some more champagne and orange juice for mimosas." "Yes, Mistress." She responded. Jane was a little deflated that she wouldn't be hanging out with the girls, but she was quickly learning from the journal that she was expected to serve. "Anne wants her pussy licked first." Alexis continued looking back at Jane. "Now." She added. Jane scurried across the flagstone on her hands and knees settling between Anne's legs. She leaned forward and ran her tongue across the woman's bald pussy and nibbled on her clit. "Oh fuck. That's exactly what I wanted." Anne groaned. "Suck my clit. Yessss. Flick it with your tongue. Oh shit." Angie watched in awe as this bruised woman obeyed Alexis' commands without a second thought. She was surprised at how turned on she got watching a woman. Jane just sucked and licked doing her best to make Anne cum. "Oh god. More! Faster." She reached up grabbing her nipples and squeezing them between her fingers. "Oh fuck. Ohgod. I'm cumming." Jane's pussy was dripping. She wished she could finger herself, but she just knelt back onto her heels and looked to Alexis for approval. "Towels. Dishes. Drinks." Alexis stated. Jane stood up immediately clearing the dishes and scurrying back to the kitchen. "She's incredible." Anne stated when Jane was out of earshot. "Can we talk about tomorrow?" Alexis asked. "Fran, between you and Gabriella we have food handled. Are you sure you want to spend the evening cooking?" "Yes, fine. This is fine. It's Sir's birthday, no? Of course, I'll cook." She rattled out. "Great. Katrine has taken care of our apparel." Alexis stated. "Anne, have you talked to Frank yet." Anne snapped out of her post orgasmic bliss. "Oh, yes. I mentioned it to him yesterday. He said he would handle it." "For how long? Do you know?" "He didn't say exactly. I just told him to keep Tom out for the day." "I wish I had a better idea." Alexis said pensively. "I'll try and see if I can get anything out of him about his schedule when he gets home." "Are you guys throwing a surprise party?" Angie asked. ****** Tom paid the check after breakfast. He took Kimmie by the hand and led her out of the restaurant. He was feeling distant. There was still an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach about the future. His father was going to be out his life soon enough, but the larger idea of creating something different at his home was becoming increasingly complicated. It wasn't reasonable to raise a child amidst this lifestyle. He needed to find a way to separate it. Alexis wasn't going to be able to play the same role once she was a mother. The idea of having an assistant was growing on him. This could definitely ease some of the burden of micromanaging. Tom stopped outside a storefront window and contemplated the items on display. Kimmie thought he seemed a million miles away. He seemed to be a difficult person to understand. "Alexis is pregnant." Tom said without turning his head. "Um. Congratulations?" Kimmie replied unsure if he was excited by the news. Tom opened the door to shop and stepped in picking up a notebook with little flower patterns on the front and a matching pen. He walked to the register and paid. Then he handed the notebook to the young girl. He thought she looked silly swimming in her sundress. "Do you want to be my assistant?" He asked. "Oh yes, Sir! And more!" She responded enthusiastically. "Do you have any nice clothes? Anything more professional?" He asked. "Not really, Sir." Tom stepped back out on to the sidewalk. He looked her up and down again. "Do you know what I think of you?" She furrowed her brow uncertain about him. "Um... no. I guess not, Sir." "I think you're sad. I think you're insecure. I think that you think you're stupid. And I think you expect very little out of life." It was a rather emotionless statement. Kimmie's eyes welled up a little. "Why would you say that?" She was terribly hurt by his view of her life. She didn't really think he was wrong in his assessment, but she'd never heard it said out loud. "My life is about to get complicated. I need to keep things orderly. I like order. I like to be in control. For the first time, I think I could use some help. That means help managing my appointments and my work. Help managing my home. Help managing my life." "I don't understand, Sir." She said timidly. "It means that I don't want to waste my time. I need someone assertive, Kimmie. I don't think you're stupid at all. I think you just lack confidence. If you can make the commitment then I want to see you succeed. It's a bit selfish since it's for my benefit, but I'll promise to make it beneficial for you too." "Yes, Sir! I'll be the best assistant you ever had." She replied with newfound resolve. "You're the only assistant I've ever had." Tom stated bluntly. "I have a meeting tomorrow with my agent, manager and publisher. You'll need something to wear. Come on." Tom walked her down to Wilshire Boulevard telling her the history of his career and his lifestyle. She hadn't really been certain how successful he was, nor did she really know the extent of his dominant life. She hung on every word listening with a deep sense of admiration. They made a right onto Wilshire Boulevard and crossed the street. Tom gestured to the department store and Kimmie opened the door stepping into Saks Fifth Avenue. Kimmie looked at the sea of shoes in front of her. He gestured her forward. She watched the saleswomen take notice of them immediately. Tom looked sharp in his suit. These women gravitated toward money. One woman emerged from the group. "Good morning! Is there anything I can help you find today?" She greeted them with a smile. She studied Kimmie up and down. The girl looked unimpressive to her, but the man she was with had a strong sense of style. The Novelist Pt. 09 Author's note: This story contains themes of incest, Dominance and submission, and BDSM. This is not a stand alone story, and I highly recommend starting with part one to understand the story progression. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. Enjoy! ****** Kimmie was up bright and early. Today was a big day for her. Her first official day on the job, and Sir had mentioned some important meetings. She'd gone through her closet already and set out some clothes. Normally she'd shower in the morning, but the bath looked inviting. She put on some music, soaked in the tub and ran a fresh razor down her legs to be sure she was silky smooth. After her bath, she dressed herself in the St. John Collection Lilac fitted tweed suit with the matching jacket. She put on a lilac crepe cap sleeve top with a pleated boat neckline. She hadn't put on any underwear. Then she stopped and thought about whether she should wear stockings. It looked better without them, she decided. She took a seat in the armchair and put on her cream colored Jimmy Choo Kuki patent leather platform pumps. They had an open toe and sexy crisscross straps that she just loved. She went to the bathroom and applied some subtle makeup. Less is more, Tom had said when they purchased it. She used a light lipstick and a touch of eye shadow. She took a moment to style her hair. A quick spritz of Chanel perfume, then she walked to the full length mirror to get an idea of how it all came together. She adored the outfit. "Oh, it's lovely to meet you too." She said pretending to make an introduction. "These? They're Jimmy Choo. I just adored them. Sometimes a girl needs to spoil herself." It still felt like she was living someone else's life. Being rich must be nice, she thought. It pained her to think that she would have to go back to Northridge at some point to her mom's crummy house and her asshole stepdad. She wanted to live here forever. ****** Tom was awoken by Alexis kissing his neck. He opened his eyes and smiled his wry smile. Marie and Alexis had fallen asleep on either side of him, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt so rested. "Good morning, birthday boy." Alexis whispered pulling his face to the side and giving him a wet, sensual kiss on the lips. Marie reached over and tilted his head back over toward her. "Happy birthday, Sir." She said planting a kiss that rivaled Alexis'. "Good morning, Lexi. Good morning, mom." He said contentedly. Then he rubbed Alexis' belly. "Good morning, little man." Marie still got a little choked up at the gesture. The news was still fresh, and it made her emotional. She knew now that she was right when she first arrived. This woman did love her son. A part of her wondered what it must be like to carry his child, and share him at the same time. Marie let her hand drift down to his cock. "Don't worry, Sir. Mommy's going to take care of her big boy's cock. You just stay right there, Sir." She crawled down between his legs and lifted his limp length in her hand surprised to see how full his balls looked. She wondered how his body managed to keep up with it all. She stared for a moment admiring his sack. She'd never really thought much about a man's scrotum before she arrived here. She loved how it looked. The sack itself hung low and each testicle was visible as the loose skin draped over it. They were large, she thought. Larger than she imagined a testicle could be, but then again everything about his manhood seemed a bit oversized. She pushed her head low and let her tongue wriggle down beneath his balls teasing the edge of his ass. Then she licked just below his balls in that spot that she didn't realize was so sensitive until recently. Finally her tongue reached his sack licking it lightly, and swirling around each testicle. He let out a long satisfied groan. She would have preferred to slip his shaft into her mouth right then, but she lingered and took her time making sure his birthday was extra special. Alexis straddled his torso and let her voluminous chest hang down above his head. Tom looked at her large pink areolas, and then reached up squeezing each breast and lowering them down to his mouth. He sucked one nipple and then sucked the other, biting each one softly. "Ass or pussy, Sir?" She asked innocently. "The birthday boy gets to pick his hole." "Ass, please." He said quietly. Alexis scooted back moving her perfect round ass toward his mother. "He wants it in my ass, Marie." She said without looking back. "Would you do the honors?" Marie unlatched herself from his balls taking his thick shaft in her head and holding it up as Alexis pushed backward. It pressed on her little asshole. "Mmmmmm." She moaned softly. "A little lube please." Marie let go of his shaft and spread her ass cheeks burying her face and tongue in her rear. She got carried away and licked her voraciously. "Oh god." Alexis said closing her eyes and enjoying the attention. Then Marie pulled back, lifted his cock, spit on the head rubbing it around with her palm, and finally pressed it back into her hole. Alexis sat back and felt it stretch her open. "Fuck, I love that..." She whispered as she took him deeper. Tom hooked his hips and lifted upward sliding the rest of the way inside her. His ass was just slightly off the bed, and Marie took the opportunity to wrap her mouth around his sack. "Oh my god, that feels good." He said feeling his mother's tongue. Alexis moved forward feeling his thickness sliding inside of her. Then she pushed back and proceeded to fuck him with her asshole. No one screamed. No one said another word. It was just collective moans as she rode him until he sprayed his cum inside her ass. Marie watched the entire act just inches away letting her tongue occasionally slip out and graze his sack or her tanned ass. She waited for the moment that Alexis finally slid his cock from inside her, and then she latched onto her hole and let his seed fill her eager mouth. She wasn't hesitant any longer about these perverted acts. She didn't care where it had been. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to please Alexis. She had two lovers now. Two owners. ****** Angie sat in her bed staring at the ceiling. She was feeling awfully conflicted about heading back to Saratoga Springs. She enjoyed her day here yesterday, and she enjoyed the company of these women. She wondered why it was that she couldn't seem to make friends easily at home. Her life was back there, though. There wasn't anything she could do about it. She crawled out of bed and took a shower. Then she looked at her suitcase. She had clothes today. It wasn't necessary to prance around nude anymore. But she couldn't seem to select an outfit. None of it seemed right. "What am I doing?" She said to herself. ****** Jane helped Marie prepare breakfast in the kitchen. She was happy to be let out of her room so early. It was Sir's birthday and she hoped to be able to see him before he left. They were making pancakes. Marie had set the table in the dining room already. She wanted it to be perfect. Everything had gone so well since she walked into his room last night. "You seem happy." Jane said watching her sister operate with familiarity in the kitchen. "Why shouldn't I be?" Marie replied with a smile on her face. "Everything is going to be just fine. I haven't felt this good in years." It was the first time that she truly believed that everything in her life was finally okay. Jane had to agree. She couldn't remember a time when her sister seemed so light hearted and content. Somehow things seemed to be working out for them in this house. Sure it was still difficult to adjust to everything, but Jane preferred to not think too hard about it. She just wanted to enjoy herself and tried not to imagine the complications of the life changing move that seemed inevitable at this point. "Let me ask you a question." Marie said as she sliced some strawberries on a cutting board. They were in season and she ate a sliver savoring the sweet taste. "When I went to get you yesterday morning and I opened your door... I guess I thought your room was like mine. Is it just not decorated? Did Sir mention why it looks so empty?" Jane didn't want to say much about the room. Alexis and Fran barely acknowledged it when she said she was staying there. It was like an unspoken rule. And deep down, Jane was beginning to dread the day she might have to leave it. But all the girls left that room after whatever time he deemed necessary. It's just how it worked. "I'm not sure what you mean." Jane replied without much expression. "I think my room is quite nice." Marie stopped for a moment and looked her up and down. She couldn't mean it. There was something strange in her response. She shook it off and moved on. She didn't want to be burdened by her curiosity. "Tradition." Marie stated holding up a cookie cutter. "This is what I did for every birthday when he still lived at home." Jane laughed. "You were always such a perfect mother. I couldn't have survived the world of bake sales and PTA meetings. You loved it though. From the second he was born. It came so natural to you." She paused for a moment before saying what she had needed to say for the last few days. "I love him, Marie. I really love him." "I know." Marie said fixing a perfectly arranged plate of food. She looked up at her sister. "I love him too. I'm in love with him too. It's okay, Jane. I'm okay with it." She arranged some strawberries on the plate. "And.... Voila! Here. Go put that at his place." Jane needed to hear her sister give approval again. The deep connection she felt toward her nephew was undeniable. ****** Alexis selected some clothes while he finished his shower and dried himself off. She was being particularly attentive this morning. She walked out with his grey Hugo Boss suit. "I think this one is perfect, Sir." She said hanging it on the bathroom door. "Aren't you nervous or excited? You seem so calm." "Why shouldn't I be calm?" Tom asked. "You're going to collect a million dollar check, Sir! That's a big deal." She replied. "And you're signing your new contracts. I just wish it didn't have to be today." "It's just money, Lexi. It's just work." He stated frankly. "And I'm sorry it had to be today, but I'll be home tonight. We can go out for a nice dinner or stay in and watch a movie. I'll eat light during my meetings." "It's your birthday, Sir. Let's do whatever you want." "Okay." He said. "Hand me my suit." She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist resting her head on his shoulder. She looked at him in the reflection of the framed mirror over the sink. She didn't say anything. She just squeezed him tightly in her arms. She never wanted to let him go. There was a nagging thought in the back of her mind that kept bothering her. She truly enjoyed sharing him with Marie last night and this morning. The thought of losing her was so difficult to think about today. "Sir?" She said quietly. "Are you really sending Marie away? Did you see the way she reacted when she found out I'm pregnant? You just can't, Sir. I'm begging you." Alexis noticed his eyes water slightly. "I know, Lexi." He said looking down for a moment with his blank, pensive stare. It's the look he got when he began to overthink things. He brought his eyes back up slowly to meet hers. "I'm imperfect." He stated softly. "When I made that agreement I never could have understood what my life would become. My feelings about this lifestyle are different than Stephen's. My feelings have evolved. Stephen looks at everything more coldly. I want to say no. But part of me doesn't want to break my word... and... the other part of me knows I need to say no. I can't let either my mother or my aunt go. I'm not sure what to say to Stephen. He's not an enemy I want to have." Alexis looked hopeful. "I think you just worded it beautifully, Sir. Just say that." "We'll see, Lexi. We'll see." The he pushed those thoughts away and flashed his wry smile. Tom lifted her up and set her on the bathroom counter. He kissed her lips lightly. Then her chin. Then the nape of her neck. His lips moved down her chest kissing the swells of each breast. Then across her flat tummy until he settled himself between her legs. He glanced up as his tongue snaked out across her sex. He saw the surprised look on her face and admired her soft, delicate features. Then he felt her fingers comb through his short brown hair encouraging his actions. ****** Kimmie was chipper as could be as she walked down the stairs with a newfound bounce in her step. She nearly floated into the kitchen. She set her handbag on the island as Marie and Jane looked up and noticed her outfit. Jane let out a whistle. "Hot stuff!" "Wow, Kimmie." Marie exclaimed remembering how she felt after her makeover last Wednesday. "This old thing?" She twirled practically bursting with joy. "It's my first day as Sir's assistant. I wanted to look perfect for the meetings. He's just amazing, isn't he? I don't think I've ever met such a thoughtful person." "His assistant?" Marie asked. "Yeah. Sir wants me to help him with his work and running the house. He said if I do well that he'll train me. But I'm going to do better than well. I'll show him how perfect I can be." "A big day starts with a big breakfast." Marie said in a motherly tone. "Sit down and let me fix you a plate." Kimmie knelt on the small bench seat next to Tom's chair in the dining room. Marie placed a healthy sized breakfast in front of her. She was starving as usual. She looked up as Tom entered the room. He smiled seeing the heart shaped stack of pancakes on his dish. His mom had spelled out the number thirty-one with strawberry pieces. Some things never changed, he thought. Then he looked at the petite girl stuffing her face. "Kimmie, you look amazing." He said taking in her appearance. "Thank you, Sir." She replied smiling. "Stand up." He said watching the young girl get to her feet. He kicked the small bench away from her place. "Now stand like I told you at the desk last night." She immediately spread her legs open, bent at the waist, and placed her forearms on the table on either side of her plate with her palms down. Her stack of pancakes was just in front of her face. "Good. Don't move." He said examining her tiny frame. Her ass hung out and the skirt was hugging it particularly tightly. He wondered how long he could wait before he would want to fuck her again. "Jane, come in here." Jane came in and knelt next to his chair. "Happy birthday, Sir." "Thank you." He replied graciously. "I need you to feed Kimmie for me." She wasn't sure what he meant at first. She looked up at the girl and then got to her feet. Jane took the plate of food and cut off a bite of pancake lifting it to her mouth. Kimmie opened wide cleaning the fork. "So my lawyer's name is?" He asked quizzing her. "Frank Donovan." Kimmie responded taking another bite from the fork and swallowing. "Good. My agent?" "Jim Cohen, Sir." She replied before turning toward Jane. "Orange juice, please." Jane took the glass of orange juice lifting it to her lips and tilting it slowly so she could sip it. It left a small lipstick smudge on the glass. It was a challenge to eat this way, but she kept herself in position. If this pleased him then she'd do it for as long as he wanted. "Did you cum last night?" "No, Sir." "Why not?" "Because you told me that you'd let me know when I can cum, Sir. You told me that you were going to make me earn it." She replied. "Sir?" "Yes, Kimmie?" "That doesn't mean I didn't want to, Sir. I thought about it all night long." She said. "Pancake, please." She turned her head toward Jane waiting for another bite. Tom looked down at his watch. It was already ten in the morning. He never responded to Kimmie's comment, which she found a little frustrating. She wanted him to know that she struggled with it. And did she ever. By the time she left his office last night her pussy was a sopping mess and her ass was sore. It's all she thought about until this morning. He looked up surprised to see Angie enter the room. She came over next to his seat and knelt on the floor. "Good morning, Sir." She stated. He noted that she was still naked. "Why didn't you put on clothes?" "I can wear clothes when I get back home, Sir. Until then... I want to be like the other girls." Tom knew then that she had finally forgiven him for everything. He'd honor the agreement that he made and purchase her ticket home for the following day. He was going to be sad to see her leave. She was such a genuine person, and genuine people were few and far between. "Come, sit." He said patting the small seat on his other side. Angie got up and walked around and then settled herself back on her knees at the table. "Jane, would you lift up Kimmie's skirt, please." Jane set the fork down and lifted the hem of the young girl's narrow skirt until it was up around her waist. "Well..." Tom said as if she should know what to do next. "Get on your knees and lick her pussy." Angie squirmed hearing his command. She immediately moistened remembering the pleasure she got from the older woman yesterday. She still couldn't believe how incredibly turned on it made her watching Tom direct these women. Kimmie just looked at him unsure. Then she felt the tongue as it touched her. She gasped. Her face looked shocked by the intensity of the sensations. Tom picked up his knife and fork and continued eating without even glancing in her direction. The minutes ticked by as he listened to her breathing get shallower. "Oh god..." Kimmie finally groaned. She wanted to look back, but she kept her forearms and palms on the table as he instructed. Her body began to tense. "Oh god... Sir, I'm going to cum..." Tom cut another bite and then took a sip of his juice. He dabbed his face with a napkin looking very relaxed. "You better not, Kimmie. I haven't given you permission." "What...?" She looked alarmed and confused. "But I'm not sure I can stop it, Sir..." Then he looked over at her finally making eye contact. "Maybe you should try thinking about something else." Kimmie's hands began to tremble on the table. She tightened her muscles even more trying to remain still. Her entire body felt rigid. She started thinking about a calculus lecture she listened to last semester that she never fully understood. It only helped for a moment. "Eeergh." She croaked out straining to remain silent. Tom could see her knees shaking now. Her body was giving in no matter how hard she fought it. She kept her eyes locked on him in distress. She was barely even breathing except for the occasional gasp when her oxygen ran out. "I..." She started but then stopped straining harder. "Oh god, I can't..." She clamped her mouth shut again. Her body was a tense, trembling time bomb. "Oh god, Sir..." She pleaded with her eyes. "I can't!" She screamed. "I can't! Please I can't hold off any longer. Please, Sir. Just let me..." Tom leaned back and opened his mouth to speak. She watched his lips waiting for them to form the words she needed to here. And then he said, "That's enough, Jane. Thank you." The tongue disappeared as Jane leaned back on her heels. "No..." Kimmie gasped quietly. Those weren't the right words. She was ragged and needy. She looked at him again and saw in his eyes that she wouldn't get to cum. He merely wanted to torture her. Jane's eyes were focused on Angie's pussy under the table. She looked between Kimmie's legs seeing Angie's fingers rubbing her clit with ferocious need. Nobody else seemed to notice it, but Jane licked her lips involuntarily thinking about being forced to pleasure her again. The Novelist Pt. 09 Tom finally pushed his chair back and stood up. He walked over behind his assistant and cupped her pussy in his right hand rubbing it back and forth. "Shit, Kimmie." He said quietly. "You're soaking wet." "I know, Sir." She whined softly feeling his fingers move back and forth. It amazed her how quickly she felt the need to cum. Maybe this is what he wanted, she thought. Maybe he wanted to be the one to get her off. "Well, we need to head out in a few minutes." He said. Then he removed his hand and walked back out into the kitchen. ****** Alexis snapped into action the moment he walked out the door. She ran upstairs and jumped in the shower. It was going to be such an exciting occasion. Even she hadn't seen all the girls together in one place. She wondered what it would be like to see them meet each other. The anticipation was palpable. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been in such a good mood. Something had changed inside her. He was beginning to tell people about her pregnancy and she was just certain that her future in this house was secure. It always scared her when she thought of the unknown. And not being in his life any more was the scariest thought of all. But it seemed unlikely now. Alexis remembered the day early in their relationship when she asked if he wanted to hear about the men she had been with before him. Tom had been quiet and introspective as he thought about it. "No." He had told her. "Nothing up to this point matters to me. I only care about the present and the future." She never mentioned it again. There was something about his answer that she always thought hinted toward a long life together. He didn't want any of the jealousy that came with knowing past history. He just wanted her. She had the radio on in the bathroom singing along to the golden oldies station while she got ready. The girls would be arriving throughout the day. She expected Gabriella, Francesca and Karine would get here first. She applied some makeup, which was not a typical routine for her, and then she fixed her hair. Finally she ran downstairs to begin the preparations. ****** Marie stood in the kitchen with a woman she'd never met before. Gabriella unloaded grocery bags onto the kitchen table getting ready to start cooking for the party. She was an attractive woman in her late twenties. She had shed her clothing and Marie noted her thin face, small bust, tiny waist, wide hips and incredibly large ass. It was the feature that, quite literally, stuck out the most. Her skin was light, almost white, and her normally long brown hair was dyed blonde. It was a typically curvy body for a South American – buxom and toned and thick in all the right places. She was one of those women that exuded sexuality. Gabriella was Venezuelan, although she was born in the states and grew up for the most part in a community in south Miami. It had been six years since she moved to Los Angeles to pursue her dreams of being a culinary chef. Currently she worked as a sous chef at the Coupa Café just up the street from Fran's salon. Alexis came down around the corner seeing them together. "Gabby!" She screeched. "Oh my gosh, it's been weeks since I've seen you!" Gabby ran over and gave her a big hug. "Sir's mother?" She said deviously. "What exactly has been going on here?" "Oh it's such a long story." Alexis sighed and then in a more upbeat voice she continued. "But tonight is going to be so special! All the girls will be here." "I know. I'm nervous." "Don't be nervous." Alexis replied. "I have the feeling that this is going to be the beginning of a lot of new changes. I think it's going to be wonderful. I want to see everyone more often. Do you have everything you need?" "Yeah." She smiled and batted her big brown eyes. "Marie is going to help me make dough for tequenos. I'm making mini arepas too. My mom sent me some Venezuelan cheese. It's impossible to get it in the states. It'll be delicious." The doorbell rang interrupting them. "More people!" Alexis said. "Pardon me. I'm going to be running around all day." Marie noted her excitement. It seemed that there was an underlying nervousness about it. Alexis hadn't been receptive to the idea of a surprise party at first. When Marie mentioned it in the car in Saratoga Springs she seemed to think he wouldn't like it. Now, she had committed herself, and Marie wondered if she was worried that he might not be pleased after all. ****** Alexis turned leaving the two women and moved back toward the foyer. It must be Francesca, she thought. She also needed time to prepare. She walked briskly toward the door and swung it open. "Oh shit! I'm sorry. I'm not looking." Erik turned his head and covered his eyes as he stood on the doorstep with a small carryon bag slung over his shoulder. "Erik!" She squealed. "Oh you made it! I thought you wouldn't be in until later. Please come in." She grabbed his free hand pulling him into the house. "I..." He still had his eyes closed. "... You're naked." Then he thought about how strange that was. "Do you always answer the door like that?" Alexis reached up and grabbed his hand pulling it away from his eyes. "Sir never said you were such a prude." She teased him. "Come on, take a look and get it over with." She did a twirl showing off her body. "There's going to be a lot of women here today. You can't be so shy. Just remember, you can look but don't touch." Erik couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. "He... he really wasn't kidding when he told me about his lifestyle?" He asked timidly already knowing the answer. He wouldn't have believed him at all a few days ago had it not been for Alexis nodding along with his story. It just seemed so crazy. "Sir never kids about that." She responded sweetly. "I didn't think you'd be here until tonight. I'm so happy you made it on short notice. I don't want you to do anything today. Just relax. I'll take your bag and then have someone get you whatever you need. Does that sound okay?" Erik looked around the foyer taking in the first view of his best friend's house. It seemed far grander than he ever expected. Part of him wasn't sure how to respond. He stared back at the nude blonde woman in front of him. "How did he end up with someone like you?" He asked. "You're just..." Alexis gave Erik a kiss on the cheek. "You're sweet." Then she hollered out loud to the kitchen. "Marie, I need your help." Alexis had failed to mention that she invited Erik. Marie turned to head into the foyer. She wanted to feel useful today. What she hadn't expected was to see the boy that she'd known since he was eleven years old. ****** Tom leaned back in his chair on the patio at Geoffrey's. Frank had changed the location from Nobu thinking that a relaxed location might be nicer. The restaurant was located off the Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu just north of Pepperdine University. The patio hung off over a cliff hovering high above the ocean. The waves crashed against the rocks below offering a both tranquil and spectacular view. Kimmie was polishing off an order of jumbo coconut shrimp dipping her last one in a mango chutney sauce. She had a napkin tucked into the collar of her lavender shirt terrified about spilling anything on her new outfit. She kept her notebook open. She'd been writing down any important tidbits as they were discussed. Tom and Frank had spent the majority of the lunch discussing his home and the events of the other evening. Tom wanted his advice on how to manage things with the baby. He asked what he thought about purchasing another home on his street. They hashed out some ideas. Now, it was time to get to business. "So before we meet with Maryanne, I wanted to talk through the deal points on your new contract." Frank stated rather comfortably. This was second nature to him. He loved the delicate art of deal making. "I got a call from their lawyer agreeing to the offer we posed to Maryanne on the phone. Honestly, Tom, it seemed a little too easy." "That's good news. Why do you think it's too easy?" Tom asked. He was always curious about the way Frank handled his business. The amount of money they offered him to write befuddled him. He never thought it was worth all that much, and he didn't consider himself a great writer. "I got a sense that they thought they had done well. Usually they're reluctant, Tom. Usually they make it sound like I'm bleeding them. I took a guess that they might have higher expectations for your new book than they let on." He continued. "So I told them that there was a misunderstanding. I said we were asking for fifteen percent gross, not ten." "And?" Tom asked. "What do you think they said?!" He replied sarcastically. "They lost it. Their guy called me every name under the sun and accused me backtracking on our offer." Frank paused. "Which was closer to the response I initially expected. It took a little hardball, but they agreed. As for the bonus, they countered at $150K per book if it stayed on the best seller list for more than ten weeks. That's fine. That's chump change compared to an extra five percent of gross." "I don't know what to say." Tom replied. "Don't say anything. Consider it a birthday present." Frank replied. He smiled as he watched Tom's expression. "What? You didn't think I knew?" "Pay attention, Kimmie." Tom said putting his hand on the young girl's thigh. "You'll get quite an education in business if you hang around this guy." "Speaking of which," Frank added reaching down and lifting up a box from under the table, "I got you a little something." Tom looked at the plain brown wrapping on the box. He tore back the paper and uncovered a wooden humidor of Cohiba Cuban Cigars. He opened the box and smelled the rich tobacco scent. "You didn't have to, Frank." Tom said genuinely touched. "Oh course I did. Those are the Cohiba 1966s. That was voted one of the world's best cigars last year. It's a limited edition run with some of the finest tobacco. Those came straight out of the factory in Cuba last week." "I'm not going to ask." "Good. I'm not going to say." Frank smiled. "Come on. We've got to get back to Beverly Hills. I have to stop at the office briefly. I'll meet you at The Ivy at 5pm." Frank paid the bill and they stood up to leave. ****** "Mrs. Bolden?" Erik said with wide eyes. Alexis immediately realized her mistake. It hadn't occurred to her the long history these two people shared, nor did she consider the utter confusion it would cause Erik when he saw her submission. Marie tried her best to cover herself. She ended up crouching down and wrapping her hands around her body. "Erik?" She was just as confused as he was. "I... uh... I didn't know you were coming out." Alexis wasn't sure how to approach it. She didn't know how delicate she should be. In her view there was only one way to tackle this situation. "Shit." She finally said. "Erik, you have to understand that Sir's life is..." He looked at her waiting for an explanation. "... well... What's going on here is..." She paused again. "Is what?" Erik asked. He wasn't angry or grossed out. On the contrary he studied the woman crouched down on the floor. He'd jerked off to her plenty of times in his teens. Something here seemed amiss. "Oh hell." Alexis said. "Tom fucked her." "No way!" Erik blurted barely able to comprehend the blunt reality. He wore a wide, amused smile as if Tom had attained some pinnacle of achievement. Marie cringed and closed her eyes tight as she heard the terse statement. The only time she felt embarrassed was when someone she knew was judging her. It felt similar to the reaction she got from Jane when her secret was revealed. After a moment, she opened her eyes back up and stared at her son's friend feeling his glare burn into her naked body. "Yes. He did." Alexis replied recognizing his amusement and feeling better about the situation. "Marie, stop acting so foolish. This was bound to happen." "Um... yes, mistress." She whispered as she reluctantly shifted onto her knees into a proper position. She looked up into Erik's eyes and with the most stern, motherly glare. "Don't you dare tell your mother what you saw here." She saw the shocked, lustful look on his face. "I'm serious, young man." "I won't. I promise, Mrs. Bolden." He felt like he was a teenager that just got in trouble. He wouldn't conceive of telling anyone about this. He didn't think anyone would believe him anyway. "Please don't call me that." She replied glancing down. "It's embarrassing. Just call me Marie." "I... I promise, Marie." He stuttered again. There was an uncomfortable silence. Erik finally smiled and said, "I guess it doesn't hurt to say that I had a huge crush on you when I was in high school." Marie didn't know how to respond. Then she realized the naughty smile that was creeping across her face. All these years she felt neglected and inherently nonsexual. It appeared that she was far sexier than she ever realized. "Well, she's owned now, mister." Alexis said playfully pushing him. "So hands off." Then she smiled her graceful smile again. "Geez, you two are so serious." Erik looked back to the blonde. He studied her soft features. Her smile was radiant and her lips were full and perfect. Everything about her seemed absolutely beautiful with a somewhat innocent undertone. She wasn't innocent at all, though. He realized that now as he watched her standing there displaying her tanned, toned figure with her hands on her hips. "Come on, Erik." She said putting her arm around him and giving him a squeeze. "Let's go get you a drink." She could see that his eyes were still on Marie's body. "Marie, I want you to crawl back to the kitchen." She didn't say anything as she slipped onto her hands and knees and began crawling slowly in front of them. Her bare ass swished back and forth flashing her bald pussy. "That's the view you were hoping for, right?" She asked giving Erik another squeeze and a devilish grin. "You're going to love it here. I'm so glad you came." Erik couldn't hide the erection pushing at his pants. Between the view of his best friend's mom crawling naked in front of him and the large breasts of his best friend's girl pressing into his side, he wondered why he hadn't come out to Los Angeles sooner. He wondered how his friend could be so tempered and reserved about the life he had here. He remembered all the times Tom had tried to mention it in passing, and how he thought it was just an exaggeration. He wished he had listened. This was something worth boasting over. ****** John Bolden continued packing his bags. Fuck this place, he thought. Fuck this town. Fuck that stupid bitch of a masseuse. Fuck his son and his money and his career. Fuck it all. No one was going to tell him what to do. No one was going to push him around. He was going home. He was going home with his wife. He'd have it out with her once they were back in upstate New York. Then she'd know who wore the pants in this relationship. He sent his clothes down to be washed by the hotel services. He packed up the rest of his belongings into his suitcase. Finally he grabbed the broken computer and shoved it inside. He took the thumb drive and smashed it with the metal ice bucket. He kept smashing breaking it into smaller and smaller pieces in an effort to vent his rage over its contents. John still had a searing headache. The hangover had been severe, and the lumps on his head weren't making it any better. He drank more water and popped another few aspirin. He cursed himself for getting so drunk. He wondered how he could let his son get the better of him without putting up much of a fight at all. Well it wouldn't happen again, he thought. He mentally pumped himself up thinking about how to teach him a lesson. ****** "Please, Sir!" Kimmie squealed in the passenger seat. "Oh god, I'm begging. I'm begging you to let me have it. I... I can't hold it... I... I can't..." Her skirt was hiked up above her waist again. Tom had one hand on the wheel and his right hand on her clit. He paused letting the sensations subside. He heard her pout as her imminent climax disappeared. Then he began the whole the action all over again. "Oh no!" She whined. "Why are you torturing me, Sir..." She pressed her bare ass harder into the leather seat. She could feel it becoming slippery beneath her. She knew she was leaking heavily. "Oh yes! Yes. Sir, I'm so close..." Then she felt his fingers stop. "No!" Tom kept his eyes on the road. They were on a curvy portion of Sunset Boulevard cutting eastward back toward the city. He enjoyed listening to her beg. He hoped that when he finally allowed her the release she craved that it would be blindingly strong and satisfying. He was adept and using orgasm denial to keep a woman on edge for long periods of time. He could see her hips grinding down searching for something to press her pussy against. "You'll get to cum soon enough." He replied. "Please, Sir!" She begged. "I can't wait any more! I just can't! I've never needed to cum so bad. Never, Sir." "You can wait." "I can't!" Tom had considered making her wait for a month or more. All of her begging had given him a raging hard on, though. Now he considered pulling over and fucking her in a vacant lot. He took her hand and placed it on his inner thigh. She ran her palm up and down his cock. Then she looked up at him with a needy gaze. "I... I can help make that go away, Sir." She said in a hopeful tone. "You can put it inside me. I'm so wet. It'll slide right in." He reached over and ran his fingers up her slit. She was soaking wet. He heard the soft moans begin to escape her mouth. He felt her hand close around his shaft over the fabric. Kimmie could feel his need. The veins on his cock pulsed as more blood flooded down through his length causing it to throb. He worked his fingers faster. "That's it, Sir." She moaned. "Get it ready for your cock." She squeezed him again. Tom got a hold of himself. He removed his fingers from her pussy. "That's all for now, Kimmie. You'll cum when I allow it." She whined quietly. She thought he was caving. She kept her hand on his cock teasing him hopefully. He was a guy after all, she thought. How much teasing could he handle. She studied his face as he drove. She could tell he enjoyed the attention she was giving him. He would crack. It was only a matter of time. Kimmie was certain that he wouldn't be able to resist it. ****** Alexis walked into the kitchen with Erik. He watched as Mrs. Bolden sat back on her heels waiting for some sort of instruction. Then he looked up to see another woman cooking. He took in her body thinking she wasn't quite his type, but she was still attractive. "Erik, this is Gabriella." She stated politely making the introduction. "Gabs, this Sir's best friend. He flew out for the party." Gabby walked around the island holding her hands up, which were covered in eggs and flour. "It's so nice to meet you." She said as she approached. "I'm a mess. Sorry." She held her hands out to the side and then leaned in giving him a light kiss on each cheek. "It's nice to meet you too." He said staring at her tits and her puffy little nipples. Then he lifted his gaze to her collar. Hers was similar to Jane's red one with a thin black strip around the center. He looked back to Alexis. "Does everyone wear a collar?" She smiled warmly. "All of the girls have collars." She said noting that she didn't. "Oh, I've forgotten to put mine on today. I've been a bit frenzied." Gabby walked back around the counter to continue cooking. "Didn't Sir tell you how things work?" She asked curiously. "Uh, not really. He hasn't told me a lot apparently." "Oh!" She said with a grin. "You mean you didn't expect to find us nude?" She laughed lightly. "Well this must look scandalous." She paused. "I'd love to talk to you later after I'm finished with all this." She said noting the mess in front of her. "I'd love to hear some stories about Sir." The Novelist Pt. 09 Erik chuckled. "Oh, I've got stories." Alexis took his hand. "Would you like to rest, Erik? We can set you up outside by the pool. Or in the living room with the TV. Did you want to shower or nap? You just let me know." He paused for a moment. "Maybe a vodka tonic with lime." He said. "And I guess I wouldn't mind sitting outside for a bit." "Marie, would you get Erik his drink." Alexis took his bag and set it aside. Then she led him through the French doors out onto the patio. He looked amazed at the sheer size of the yard and the well-manicured beauty of it. She was talking excitedly about the house and the women. Erik knew Tom well enough. Sure he was surprised, but he smiled knowing that his friend always had grand plans for his life. Erik sat at the table off to the side of the pool near the back gate. He kicked his feet up on the table before deciding to take his shirt off. He grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Erik's tall body was muscled and strong. He worked alongside his crew back home, and the heavy construction equipment kept him in good shape. He thought he was alone when he noticed a figure emerge from the pool. Her body lifted from the water as she walked up the submerged steps to the flagstone patio. Erik was not particularly good at talking to women. He admired her body. Her tear drop breasts weren't large nor were they small. They looked appropriately sized. Her brunette hair was wet. He hadn't adjusted to the strangeness of so many naked women, and this girl made him feel nervous. She spotted him sitting at the table. "Oh, hi. I didn't think anyone was out here." She didn't move to cover herself. Erik stood up mostly because he thought it was the gentlemanly thing to do. "I'm sorry." He said a little awkwardly. "I... I'm Erik. Tom's friend." "I'm Angie." The young woman replied taking a seat at the table. "So..." He said unsure about starting a conversation as he retook his seat. "... you don't have a collar?" "Me? Oh, no." She said a bit amused. "I don't even live in California. I'm just visiting. Well, sort of." "Me too." Erik said. "I just assumed..." He waved his hand noting her nakedness. "... you know, that you were a part of... this?" It sounded profoundly uncomfortable as he struggled to mention nudity and submission in front of someone. "No. It's a long story. I sort of ended up here by accident. Well not by accident... but I'm not sure you'd understand." She babbled. "Anyway, I ended up here, and I guess I haven't wanted to leave yet. It's hard to explain, but there's something about this place." "Where are you from?" Erik asked. "Saratoga Springs in upstate New York." She replied. "No way!" Erik blurted for the second time today. "The masseuse?" "Wait..." She said confused. "How did you know that?" "I'm from Saratoga Springs too. I called you to book him an appointment." It didn't take long for the two of them to fall into a deep conversation. They shared their feelings about home and about Tom's life. It was comfortable having someone else there that wasn't a part of the lifestyle. It allowed each of them to laugh about the awkward nature of being thrown into the middle of it. She recounted the story of her trip as he listened intently hearing the details. Erik just couldn't believe how much he enjoyed talking to her; nor could he believe the events that took place. He knew John, Marie and Jane very well. ****** Kimmie was beyond frustrated by the time they reached the restaurant. Despite her best efforts Tom never gave in to her teasing. It was worse than that. He had taken it upon himself to make her suffer more because of it. His fingers had pawed at her pussy endlessly throughout the drive. He even let them slip inside of her. She was in quite a state. They dropped the car off with the valet in front of The Ivy on Robertson Drive. The restaurant was one of those industry hotspots that were popular among movie producers, studio executives, agents, and actors. It wasn't a particularly fancy establishment. It was actually fairly unassuming from the outside, but the people that frequented it, and those that ran it, gave it an air of importance. Tom stepped through the front doors and immediately saw Jim, Frank and Maryanne sitting at a table in the back. As he got closer he noticed another person sitting with them. It was Peter Sperling, Maryanne's boss and owner of Sperling Publishing. He usually only joined for important business. It made him wonder why he was here. "Peter, what a surprise!" Tom said cordially extending his hand. "I told Maryanne that I wanted to be here. I'm elated over the new book. There are big things in store for you, and I wanted you to hear it from me." "Well I certainly feel lucky to be worth your time. I appreciate it." Tom said and then he leaned over giving Maryanne a kiss on her cheek. "Hey, Maryanne. It's good to see you. Thanks for all your help this week." "Of course, Tom. I love working on your books." Tom truly enjoyed working with her as well. Maryanne was a short, slightly chubby woman. He often thought her face looked cherubic. It was round and youthful with cute button features. She kept her brown hair up, wrapped in a loose bun, and her reading glasses sat securely on her nose. Maryanne had pleaded with Peter to publish Tom's first book. She had been his champion from the very beginning, and it paid off in spades for her career. "Oh, where are my manners?" Tom said looking to his side. "Peter, Maryanne, Jim... I'd like you all to meet Kimmie. I've hired her on as my assistant." Kimmie politely greeted each person at the table. Mind your words, she thought. Don't say anything stupid. She was very concerned about her performance today. In their view, she looked like a lovely and professional young lady. "You see that, Tom!" Peter noted with a smile. "You reached the point where you need an assistant." Tom smiled his wry smile. "I think you mean that I've reached the point where you need to pay for me to have an assistant." Maryanne tensed as the words came out, and Tom noted the scowl on Peter's face. "By the way, I told her you're offering three grand a month plus benefits. Frank and Jim can work out the details later." Kimmie realized immediately that it was a thousand dollars more than he promised her. She was giddy at the sound of it. Peter did his best to brush over the comment. He hadn't said no, but he disliked being ambushed. They settled themselves at the table and ordered a round of drinks. "So, Tom, why don't we start this on a good note?" Maryanne suggested. She reached into her bag and removed a small envelope. "Your delivery payment. That's one million even." Tom happily accepted it and passed it on to Jim. "You can handle this, Jim. Settle out with Frank and then have the rest deposited into my account." "Sure thing." He said tucking it into his inside jacket pocket. "So where are the proposals?" Maryanne queried. "I didn't bring them." Tom replied confused. "Frank, you said I didn't need them." "I... shit. I must've misunderstood." He replied. It was his intention to create a reason to head back for the party. "Well we need them as part of the completion for the new contracts. We can't process your commencement checks until we receive an official delivery of your book proposals." She noted. Tom scrunched his face displeased by this oversight. "Can't I e-mail them?" Frank chimed in. "Why don't we just stop by your place after this and grab them?" "Is that necessary?" He asked. "I'd prefer a hard copy." Maryanne said. "Same as always. I don't mind following you over there. I'd like to have this finalized tonight." "Fine." Tom said. He wondered why Frank would suggest it. His lawyer knew that the situation at his home was complicated. It's fine, Tom thought to himself. Even if Alexis was there, maybe it was time to let Maryanne get a tiny glimpse. She deserved that much. He always noted how she tried to pry into the details of his research. She was searching for something, even if she didn't know what exactly. ****** Erik had moved back inside to the living room with Angie. The sight before him was becoming more unreal. "Wait. So... you're saying he sleeps with each of you? He's had sex with every person in this room? Recently?" "Yes." Abby replied. "Si." Ybeth answered. "Yeah." Karine said. "Yes, Erik." Marie stated. Alexis laughed at the look on his face. "Is that so hard to believe?" She asked. "Yes!" He said exasperated. "Yes, it's hard for me to believe that he's sleeping with all of you. I always thought my hero was Gandhi or Bruce Willis or some other cool dude. Not my best friend! God, I've haven't even been laid in over a month." "Pobrecito!" Gabriella's voice could be heard from the kitchen. It caused all the girls to laugh. Karine rifled through the box on the coffee table handing out lingerie to each of the girls. Abby took the garter belt and slipped it on. The lace design was stunning on the black garment. She slid on one stocking and secured the hooks on the top to the straps on her garter. The stockings had a black line that ran down the back of the leg. It was very sexy. Then she slipped her foot into a stunning strappy stiletto. She repeated the action on her other leg. "How do I look?" She asked. Karine bent down and shifted the garter slightly making sure it fit just so. "Perfect." She said. "Erik?" Abby asked. "A guy's opinion please?" "Are you kidding?" He asked. "You're so hot. You're all so hot. Nobody has ever dressed like this for me!" "Oh, he likes it alright." Karine said nodding toward his crotch. "I think that's just the reaction we were hoping for." Angie looked down seeing the tented fabric of his pants. It gave her a rush of adrenaline wondering how big it might be. She couldn't tell exactly. His shirt was still off and she studied his pectoral muscles and biceps. It didn't make sense to her that he couldn't get a girl. But then she thought about the conversation they had outside. He seemed incredibly sweet. It was almost as if his personality didn't match his build. Erik shifted in his seat trying to hide the obvious strain of his erection. "This is cruel. Yes, I'm hard. Okay?! What man wouldn't be?!" "Aw." Alexis said. "It can't be that cruel." Erik didn't think he could be more envious of another man. He considered jerking off in the bathroom just to get it out of his system. And then this unbelievable situation got just a little more unbelievable. "Hello?" A voice carried in from the kitchen. "Alexis?" "In here." She called back. A trail of women walked into the room. "Jen!" Alexis said kissing her cheeks. "What did you do with the kids?" "They're at my mother's house. I've got the whole evening and I really need it. They're little twin terrors." Marie looked up at this woman. She recounted the whole scene from exactly a week ago. This was the squirter she had barged in on. This was the woman that marked the beginning of her submission. Jen looked at Marie and winked. God, it shot fire through her pussy. "Fran." Alexis greeted her. Then she continued. "Karen! You naughty slut. I have someone upstairs in your old room that wants to meet you." She paused and moved. "Joya! I missed you. Welcome." Then she moved to the next woman. "Nicole." More kisses. "And Elizabeth." Erik watched as each woman began removing their clothes as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They secured their collars, and turned to Alexis for introductions. "This is so exciting. Everyone who hasn't met her, this is Karine. She's going to give you lingerie and shoes." She explained. "Oh first, I want you all to meet a very special guest. This is Erik. He's Sir's oldest and best friend. He flew all the way out here from New York for the party." Erik tentatively stood up as all the women turned their attention toward him. Each one stepped forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek and introduced themselves. He was beet red with embarrassment not knowing exactly how to act. Stephen walked into the room in the midst of everything. "Peaches!" He said with a wide grin. They all turned to see him. "Stephen!" It almost came out in unison. "Alright, girls." Alexis said in a sing song voice. "We have work to do and then we can relax and meet everyone." ****** Tom glanced at his watch to keep track of the time. He saw Alexis' disappointment this morning when he left. He didn't want to spend too much time on business. She had said that they should do whatever he wanted for his birthday. What Tom really wanted was to spend time with her. This was already lasting longer than he planned. "I know you don't want to have this conversation, but I'm begging you to do a book tour." Peter was saying. "It could significantly increase your exposure and your sales." Tom sighed. He'd had this conversation more than a few times with both Maryanne and Peter. "What's the point of a penname if I'm going to do any press?" He asked. "I told you when you published my first book that I'm not interested in exposure. My books have done well without it. I want to remain anonymous." "We gave you a very good deal on these contracts." Peter said seriously patting the signed stack of papers in front of him. "Wouldn't you consider doing at least an interview or a morning show? Give us a chance to drum up interest since we cut you in our gross sales." "No." Tom said definitively. "And I'm not going to have this discussion anymore. You know how I feel." "Well what's the time frame on the new books?" Maryanne asked trying to shift the conversation. "We were thinking of doing an initial run of two hundred thousand copies of your new book and moving toward a quick release." "I think that sounds fine." Tom said. "The two new books are already started." "You started writing already?" Maryanne asked. "Yeah." He replied. "What I really want to discuss is a new idea I have in mind already. It's been stuck in my head and I want to write it." "What's the premise?" Peter asked intrigued. "It's something a bit more risqué." Tom paused for a moment. "It involves incest." "Absolutely not!" Peter shot back instantly. "Our company does not need that kind of criticism. We don't deal with incest. Besides, it won't sell. Nobody wants to read that crap except for maybe a small segment of the population. It's not enough to make a profit." All eyes were on Tom as he stared down at the drink in front of him. He slowly looked up glancing at each face around the table. With the exception of Kimmie, he was the youngest person here. It still surprised him that he commanded any respect, but he did, and he used it as best he could. "You never wanted to publish my first book." Tom finally said. "It paid off well for you considering you had a similar reaction to the subject matter." "Yeah, but..." Peter began. "I'll write it for free." Tom said bluntly. "Not going to happen." Jim quickly interjected himself into the conversation. "Your quote is five million plus gross." Frank nodded emphatically agreeing with Jim. "We can discuss this another time, Tom. You don't work for free." Peter just stared at him trying to size up the young man. Tom gave a stern, dismissive glance to both Frank and Jim. "I'll write it for free." He said again more forcefully. "And, I'll give you the chance to read it and make your decision on whether you want to publish it. If not, let me go shop it to other publishers with your blessing. If you do want to publish it, I want fifty percent gross sales. No advance. No money at all for my services. Just an even split." Jim's mind reeled as he tried to figure out what that would mean. He was trying to run numbers in his head. If it were a New York Times bestseller, the money would be astronomical. "I've never made a deal like that in my entire career." Peter said in a stern yet contemplative voice. "I've worked with plenty of writers for over thirty years, and I don't think any of them would even consider trying to make that offer." "I'm writing it regardless, Peter. You can have first rights of refusal... But it'll cost you fifty percent gross." "And that's to be your new quote if we want to work with you in the future?" "No. It's a one-time deal. Just for this one book." "And you'll complete these two first?" Peter asked lifting the new contracts and studying his face. There was a long pause. Maryanne, Frank and Jim didn't utter a word. Kimmie just wished she didn't have to pee so badly. "Those two..." Tom said nodding at the contracts. "... those are already completed. Written. Polished. Proofed." Tom initially planned on keeping that information to himself. He thought it would give him time to concentrate on other things in his life. At the moment, he enjoyed watching the befuddled and slack jawed expressions in front of him. "That's not possible." Maryanne whispered. "You'd have to have been writing nonstop." "I work, Maryanne. I enjoy what I do. I assure you t they're complete. I wanted to do some traveling. I figured I'd just submit one every six months and have a year to myself. But this new book is consuming my thoughts. I want to write it now." Peter looked at Tom the same way that Frank often did. He wasn't sure what to make of him. The kid had balls. "When can we have them?" Peter asked. "Now that you know they're finished, I don't see why you can't have them right away." Peter processed it, and began to get excited at the prospect. "We can roll these out over the course of the year. Every three or four months. The next release will drive the sales of the first, and publicize the release of the next." He was really just thinking out loud instead of strategizing. "And the new book?" Tom asked. "I'm asking you to do this for me, Peter. You and Maryanne have been extremely good to me. We've had a lot of success together, and I don't want to work with another publishing house. I like where I am. But this one means a lot to me. I promise it will be lucrative for both of us. Then I'll get back to pumping out the stuff you love so much." Frank didn't think he could have done a better job negotiating. Tom played hard, but then he turned around and complimented the man he was trying to extort. The deal itself, Frank thought, could be a total bust. If the sales tanked then he'd get next to nothing for his efforts. Peter stood up with a blank expression on his face and walked around the table. Tom sensed the answer. He stood up as well. Then Peter extended his hand and they sealed the verbal agreement. "It's a deal, Mr. Bolden." Peter said. "You're going to make this a banner year for us with this trilogy. I look forward to reading the next two. Good luck with your taboo project. I have a feeling you might surprise me." "Thank you." Tom replied. His heart was racing as he thought about the expectations he set out for himself. "I've got to get going for another appointment." Peter said as he turned toward Maryanne. "Please get me those new manuscripts asap." "Yes, Sir." She replied. "I'll handle it tonight." Peter turned and departed. Tom kept standing as he watched him go. Then he turned back to the table. "Shit, Tom!" Jim said still unsure of what to make of everything. Tom smiled. "Good news, gentlemen. It looks like we'll be getting paid again shortly. That's a million apiece for each of you off that new contract. A lot better than the hundred grand from this check." "You make this new book marketable and we're all looking at a lot more money than that." Jim replied. "Maybe so. I don't care if it sells well or not. I have a story to tell. This one is a passion project for me." Tom glanced over at his publisher. "Maryanne, it looks like you'll need to stop off at my home for more than just a proposal." She smiled back at him. "It's my birthday." He added. "Maybe we can have a drink to celebrate once we're there." The Novelist Pt. 09 "It's your birthday?" Jim bemoaned. "I'll kill my assistant for not reminding me. Happy birthday, Tom." "Happy birthday." Maryanne said raising her glass. Frank leaned in close. "As your attorney, I suggest you get NDAs before inviting guests over." He whispered quietly. ****** Jane stared at the brown haired woman talking to Marie in the yard. Her heart raced. They were about the same age. She was dazzled by her brown eyes and thin lips. Jane wanted to introduce herself, but she felt incredibly nervous. It's just a woman, she told herself. But it wasn't just any woman. It was Karen. She looked at the way her breast hung. They weren't large and her nipples and areolas were small by comparison to her own. Her figure was nice, she thought. Jane stepped forward gathering her resolve until she was standing in between her sister and Karen. But she didn't say anything. She just looked at the woman flashing a crooked smile. "This is my sister, Jane." Marie said trying to be polite. "Jane, this is..." "Karen." Jane said. Marie looked puzzled that Jane seemed to know her. Karen cocked her head to the side slightly confused. "Um... yes." Marie said. "I didn't know you two had met." "We haven't." Karen replied studying the words on Jane's chest. "September nineteenth." Jane said quietly with an unwavering glare. "The day your life changed. 'Sir whipped me brutally. I thought my skin would crack and bleed. Any woman would have begged for mercy. I cried as he struck me but I begged for more. I needed him to hurt me badly. My thighs were black and blue, front and back, my breasts tortured with toothed nipple clips that bit my skin. He tied a belt around my neck and pulled it tight. I thought I would pass out. When he loosened it, I struggled to fill my lungs. I begged for more. And when he slapped my fuck hole, I came so powerfully that I could feel it in my fingers and my hair to the tips of my toes. Nothing that happened in my life up until that moment mattered anymore. I feel reborn.'" Jane finished an almost spiritual recitation of a journal entry she read a few times a day. "I... I'm a pain slut too." She whispered in a shaky, soft voice. Marie just stared at the two of them completely confused by the soliloquy her sister delivered. Then she watched Karen open her arms, and Jane fell into them sobbing and happy. The brown haired woman slid her hands to Jane's breasts and twisted her nipple causing her to whine. Jane dropped to her knees and pulled the woman forward latching onto her puffy, thick pussy lips. "You're the only one that understands." Jane said as she pulled back and looked up at her. Karen smiled down at her. "You're still new to it." She noted. "It gets easier to accept." Jane dug her tongue back into Karen's cunt. For her, it was a thank you. Without Karen's journal entries she was sure she'd be lost. Marie stepped away quietly realizing that something much more complicated was taking place here. Her sister looked happy. ****** The backyard had been transformed for the evening. Stephen had planted tiki torches along the pathway adding to the already Polynesian feel of the landscaping. Alexis had set out hurricane candles on all of the tables including the ones between the lounge chairs by the pool. Francesca was still busy cooking on the grills. The smell of food from inside and out permeated the air. There was a bar station set up near the outside dining area. The table near Fran was already filling up with hors d'oeuvres. She placed dish after dish on the tablecloth with small plates and silver cocktail forks. The outdoor sofa and lounge area had been expanded with additional chairs. Alexis set up a table just outside the kitchen, which was now overflowing with gifts. All of Sir's women were here, she noted. Including Marie, Jane and Angie there were thirty one women total. They all wore black lingerie and strappy black stiletto heels, and all wore a collar except for Angie. Erik was holding court with a sea of women on the patio in the back. Marie had brought him another cocktail as he told stories. The drinks had loosened his nerves, and he felt uniquely special to be able to stand here with so many beautiful women even if he wasn't allowed to touch them. "... So Tom climbed out the window on the second floor and scaled down the side of the administration building. He was sure that he outsmarted them. When he finally dropped from this ledge about fifteen feet into a flower garden, he stood up and came face to face with the dean..." There was a collective gasp from the group. "... and that was it. He was brought before the school disciplinary board and they expelled him for breaking and entering and theft of school property. No more all boys school for him. He finished his last two years at the public school down the road." There were laughs and giggles from the rest of the women. Erik's stories offered a much different view of the man they all knew. "Elizabeth?" Erik asked looking at a slender Korean woman. Her skin looked soft and her tiny brown nipples hooked upward slightly on her perfectly round breasts. She had such an innocent face. It was narrow, almost oval shaped, with a tiny nose and lips that puffed up near the center drawing attention to her mouth. "How long have you known..." He didn't get to finish talking to her. Alexis stepped out onto the patio and called everyone's attention. "Ladies! I just got a text that Sir is on his way home. I want everyone waiting outside." Her nervousness was evident in her voice. Marie was now standing at her side. "It's okay, Mistress." She said softly. "He's going to love it." Alexis looked at Marie and then leaned in giving her a very sensual open mouthed kiss that left them each a touch breathless. ****** Frank drove with Maryanne in the passenger seat of his Lexus. She had walked to the restaurant from her office, and didn't want to go back and pick up her car. The tension was evident. They really didn't get along well at all. "Your client made quite a deal without you, tonight." She stated. The deal itself had surprised her. It wasn't like her boss to agree to such unusual terms. The undertone of the comment made it sound like she was pointing out that Frank had nothing to do with it. As if she was trying to deflate his ego. Frank turned his head to see the smirk on her face. "You know there's no reason why we shouldn't get along. I have nothing against you. I have nothing against Peter or your company. I just try and make the best deal for my client." She expected a snide retort. His actual reply made her feel bad for a moment. "I bet you say that about all your clients." She replied. "You're right." He said. "But Tom is different. He and I have been close friends for years now. That friendship is important to me." Maryanne thought there was something unusual about his statement. It wasn't the cold, calculated lawyer that she was used to seeing. There was a soft spot in his heart. He seemed to care about Tom. "I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't mean to suggest..." "Let me give you a heads up." He said cutting her off. "There's a reason you haven't been to his home. There's a reason for his privacy. He chooses to live a somewhat eccentric life by most standards. Open my briefcase." Maryanne reached down and picked up his thin attaché case unzipping the top. "The non-disclosure agreement on top." He pointed. "I won't let you into his house without signing it." She glanced over the agreement reading it once, then a second time. Her curiosity overwhelmed her. "What could be so secret to require something like this?" "You always liked his books. Where do you think he got the base knowledge for all of those characters and those sexual details about submission and bondage?" "Research." She responded. "He discussed it with me." "Well he began living his research." Frank said casually. "Really?!" She replied a bit shocked. "You're saying he's into sex and submission?" "Sign it." Frank asked. It wasn't a forceful demand as much as a courtesy to him. He watched as she scribbled her name across the document. Then he had her place it back in his case. "We're going to a surprise party for him." Frank continued. "I'm not sure how liberal you are, Maryanne, but this isn't going to be what you're used to. If you need to leave then take my car and leave. Just remember to respect his privacy or I'll make sure you regret it. Not because he's my client... Because he's my friend." "Okay, Frank." She replied looking at him in a different light. "Maybe you're a better man than I thought." She tried to understand what could be so different about a party. She wondered if she would meet a real submissive woman. "Do you like that lifestyle?" He asked. "You like his books, right?" "I'm not gonna lie. I like reading about it." She said. "Then be careful." Frank said seriously. "You know what curiosity did to the cat." He glanced in her direction seeing the look on her face. "I'm just offering you some advice." ****** Tom drove quietly while he tortured Kimmie's needy pussy. She'd given up begging altogether. She just accepted the fact that he wouldn't let her cum. She felt alive with all the attention despite her deep frustration. It occurred to her that he was training her. Whether he wanted to call it that officially, that's what he was doing. She felt a sense of joy and satisfaction to endure his game. Tom checked his rearview mirror seeing Frank's car following close behind. Jim was slightly further back. Frank had suggested parking on the street. He said it would be easier to take them through the front since there was a good chance that Alexis, Marie or Angie were probably sitting out back. It made sense. Better to ease them into it, Tom thought. He parked his car on the street and waited for the other two cars to park behind him. Then he walked them up toward the front door. He put his key in the lock and pushed the door inward. "Sir! You're home!" Alexis called out as she made her way into the foyer. It took no time at all for Maryanne to get the sense behind Frank's comments. "Oh my! You have guests. Sir, you didn't mentioned that you were bringing anyone." Maryanne couldn't take her eyes off the blonde woman. She looked at her fancy stiletto heels, her perfectly defined calves and shapely thighs. She glared at her breasts. The most obvious thing that stood out was her inaction to cover herself along with Tom's comfort with the situation. "Frank!" Alexis beamed as she gave him a hug pressing her breasts into his chest and kissing him on the cheek. "It's been nice seeing so much of you lately." Jim looked stunned. Frank had warned him that they were attending a surprise party a couple days ago, but he hadn't said anything about Tom's lifestyle. He had met Alexis once in Beverly Hills. She looked quite different now standing naked in front of him. He got the sense that Frank knew much more about their client than he did. "Alexis, you remember Jim, my agent." Tom said reintroducing them. "Hello. It's good to see you again." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And this is Maryanne, my publisher." He said. "How wonderful to finally meet you!" She said. "Sir says such wonderful things about you." The way she referred to him seemed to immediately garner Maryanne's attention. "Y... you have a lovely home." She stuttered trying to be polite. She couldn't understand why no one acknowledged the unusual nature of the introduction. "Thank you." Alexis replied with her graceful smile. "Technically it's Sir's house. But I do try to make it a home for him." Tom inhaled deeply smelling something delicious. "Are you cooking?" He asked. "Yes, Sir. The birthday boy needs a birthday dinner. Why don't I set up the table outside? It's such a beautiful evening. I have plenty for everyone." She saw him smile at her. It was a warm, caring smile and her nerves settled immediately. Tom walked his guests through the foyer and into the kitchen. Something seemed unusual. The house was clean. There were a few dishes in the sink, but not enough to suggest that she cooked. Maryanne and Jim glanced around at everything curiously. His home wasn't surprising to either of them. They knew how much money he made. Tom reached his hand out and grasped the handle on the French doors. "You'll love the backyard." He said looking to Maryanne and Jim. "It might be my favorite part of the whole house." He paused for a moment. "I know that was probably awkward for you. I'll explain everything in a minute. I have a lot to share with both of you." He turned the knob swinging the door open. ****** "Happy Birthday, Sir!" The voices boomed in unison giving Tom the shock of his life. Frank stood just behind him equally stunned by the sight of it. He'd only met a few of the women in Tom's life. He couldn't believe there were so many. Maryanne and Jim gasped out loud. They didn't step forward any further. They just stopped paralyzed by the scene. "Holy shit..." Jim whispered quietly. Maryanne looked at Jim and whispered. "What's going on?" He just shrugged unable to say anything else. The women were lined up on the pathway just below the raised patio. As soon as the words came out of their mouths, they all dropped down onto their knees. The lingerie may have been the same, but each looked uniquely beautiful as they submitted in front of their owner and his friends. "Surprise!" Alexis leaned over and whispered in his ear. It was loud enough for everyone around him to hear. "Happy birthday, Sir. I love you." Tom was still silent, and the silence was beginning to cause a small panic in her heart. She turned to look him in the eyes. Then she noticed his awed expression. He wasn't upset. He was just quietly digesting the reality of everything. Alexis had completed the final act of bringing them all together. "Happy birthday, asshole." He turned to see his best friend sitting on the outdoor sofa just to his right. "Erik? What are you doing here?" Erik stood up and gave Tom a big embrace. "Alexis asked me to fly out for your birthday. She said she planned some big celebration. You fucking douche, how come you never told me about all this?" He threw his hand up to reference not only the home but the women. "I..." Tom still struggled to believe this was actually happening. Then he looked around one more time and the wry smile crept back across his face. He let out a loud, joyful laugh. "I don't think I ever been so surprised in my life!" He exclaimed to everyone. "I can't believe everyone is actually here. This is a perfect gift! This certainly changes my plans for the evening!" He looked at Alexis. "How did you pull this off? I had no idea." "Your mom helped, Sir." She said beaming. "It was her idea." "Wait?!" Tom said looking back at Frank. "That meeting in Malibu..." "They needed me to get you out of the house." He grinned. "I picked a place as far away as possible without being suspicious." "And Jim? You knew about this?" Tom looked at Jim's expression. "Frank said a surprise party... but..." Clearly Frank hadn't told him everything. That much was evident by the look on his face. Tom stepped down the flagstone steps and walked up to Francesca who stood at the end of the line. "Fran." He lifted her to her feet and then he leaned in and kissed her lips. He rolled her nipples between his fingers lightly giving her a small thrill. He stepped to his right. "Elizabeth! You look tasty." He pulled her to her feet and kissed her lightly. His hand slid between her legs and rubbed down across her gash. He continued down the line until he had greeted each woman taking an opportunity to touch each of them. "It's my birthday, everyone. Please enjoy yourselves. I'll try and get around and talk to everyone." ****** Alexis pulled up a mix of party music that she'd put together. It started with Frank Sinatra's My Way. She often joked that it was the most appropriate song for someone with his singularly stubborn and dominant personality. The girls broke off into smaller groups filling the yard and making new friends. Tom walked back up onto the raised patio. "Happy birthday." Frank said handing him a small box. "Frank, you already gave me a gift." Tom replied. "That was nothing. This is my real gift. It's been a great year and great friendship." Tom unwrapped the small box and then lifted the lid. He stared down unsure of how to respond. It was a Breitling Bentley Mark VI watch. He wasn't sure what something like this cost, but he was certain that it was easily north of twenty grand. "I don't know what to say." Tom said. "It's a beautiful watch." "For someone obsessed with time and punctuality, I never knew why you don't own a watch." Tom gave Frank a manly embrace. "Thank you." He turned back toward Maryanne, Jim and Erik. "How are you three doing?" "Is this really happening?" Jim asked looking around at all the women spread out across the yard. Tom let out a genuine laugh and then smiled his wry smile. "I've always wanted to tell you and Maryanne. I'm just particular about keeping this side of my life private. But without you guys... well... I wouldn't have this life. I guess it's time you finally got to see it. I just didn't expect it to be quite like this." He laughed again and flashed a disarming smile. "So... you're an honest to God real sexual dominant?" Maryanne asked. "For a few years now." Tom responded with his natural ease, which helped diffuse the awkwardness they felt discussing it. "Nudity is the norm around here. Please don't be put off by it. If it's too awkward, though, I'll understand. I just want you to know that you don't have to be uncomfortable. Staring isn't rude." He called for Marie and Alexis. They walked up the path and climbed the steps. "These are the most important women in my life." He continued. "You both met Alexis. This is Marie." He turned and looked at her. "Mom, this is my agent, Jim, and my publisher, Maryanne." "No, shit?" Jim said seeing the older blonde haired woman with the black collar walking toward him. She stepped forward with excitement to greet them both. Maryanne's jaw dropped as she realized in that moment why he chose the topic for his new book. Everything about his writing and his books and his demeanor now began to make sense to her. Frank had told her leave if it proved too much. She didn't want to leave though. She wanted to know more. Then Frank's other warning flashed through her mind. She was all too aware of what curiosity did to that cat. "Please, sit." Tom said gesturing to the outdoor lounge area as he took a seat on the couch. Maryanne, Frank, Jim and Erik all sat down. "Alexis, my crop please. Marie, I'd like a glass of wine." Then he looked around. "Kimmie?" He watched the young girl step out from the kitchen where she had been hiding. She reached up placing her hands on the buttons of her blazer and held them there. It was a silent request to remove her clothing. Tom shook his head no, and then whispered something in her ear. He made a decision in that moment to take advantage of the situation and begin the changes he'd wanted for so long. "Yes, Sir." She said scampering off toward the guest house. "You're like Hefner." Jim stated. He looked over at Tom who was displeased by the analogy. He thought he was nothing like that man. His women were real people with real lives and real needs, not some ditzy fame whores. Alexis returned with his crop and knelt down at his side handing it to him. "I'd like you to present, Lexi." He stated watching her push down and press her breasts into the flagstone with her ass raised in the air. Jim liberally soaked in the view of her curves. The Novelist Pt. 09 Marie returned with a glass of wine and set it in front of him before kneeling at his feet. Erik couldn't help but stare at her and rub his crotch, which reacted approvingly to her obedience. "Present." Tom stated pointing toward Alexis. Marie crawled over and knelt down next to the blonde. She turned her head facing Alexis and smiled knowing they were both in trouble. Alexis smiled back. ****** Kimmie walked into the guest house feeling more frustrated than ever. It was bad enough that he tortured her pussy and denied her a release all day long, but now she just wanted to be naked and he wouldn't allow it. All she wanted was to be treated the same as the other women. Her shock at the birthday surprise was certainly eye opening. Now she had a much better idea of the scope of his dominance. She reminded herself again that this was no different than being trained. He was testing her, and she wasn't going to fail now. She climbed up the steps into his office. He had given her a password that she repeated over and over out loud so she wouldn't forget it. Kimmie walked to the oak cabinet on the far wall by his desk. She knelt down opening the doubled doors on a lower compartment. There was a safe mounted inside. She typed the numbers into the electronic keypad on the front and listened to the gears shift and the metal door pop open. She peered inside. It contained two thick manila envelopes each with a USB card taped on the front. She removed the envelopes. It also contained one hundred thousand in cash, which she left untouched. Lastly, she removed a small box. Her curiosity got the better of her and she peaked inside. Kimmie sat there in silence and just stared at its contents. Then she gathered the envelopes set the box on top and rushed back out to the party. ****** Abby was serving drinks for Tom's guests. Stephen had joined them on the patio, and began discussing the lifestyle with Maryanne and Jim. They were filled with questions. Tom talked animatedly as he explained to Erik the chain of events that led to his mother's submission. Kimmie finally returned and handed him the items he requested. "So, I believe this is what you came here for." Tom said as he stood up and handed the manila envelopes to Maryanne. "Those are hardcopies of the manuscripts with USB keys that have digital copies for your editor." Maryanne leaned forward taking the items. She pulled one out of the envelope and began to page through it. "You really weren't joking." She noted. "You actually wrote three complete books in a year." "Yeah. Right back there." He pointed to the guest house. "It was sort of liking writing one long one and breaking into three pieces." Tom replied. "Not that I didn't struggle from time to time. But it came out quicker than I expected. You can see I had inspiration." He looked to his right seeing the two women in their prone position. "Excuse me for a moment." Tom stood up and then twirled his crop in his right hand. It felt so natural for him to hold it, like an extension of his hand. He took the end and traced it across Alexis' ass. "What's he doing?" Maryanne asked. Frank grabbed her forearm, squeezing it lightly, and stopping her from asking any more questions. "Shhh." He whispered. "Don't interrupt him. This is how it works. Just watch." Jim and Maryanne stared on in fascination. Tom continued to examine the women in front of him. He took his time contemplating his next move. It was as if the other guests were no longer here. His attention was devoted to the task at hand. "Whose idea was it?" He asked. "Mine, Sir." Marie spoke up quickly. "This girl will take her punishment now." The words came out so easily and without hesitation. "Alexis?" He asked. "Marie came up with the idea, Sir. I arranged it." She replied. "Do you both know why you're down there?" "We broke the rules, Sir." They each responded with the same words at the same time. It caused them to smile at each other again. They knew that he might punish them for it. It was in his nature. Tom looked up seeing a crowd of women gather near the bottom of the steps. They weren't used to seeing Alexis get punished. He raised the crop and brought it down on Marie's ass first. She stoically took her due. Tom was brutal and direct. Thwack! The first one startled Maryanne who flinched at the sound. The red mark began to darken immediately. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! And then he stopped. "Have I made my point?" He asked looking down at her. His intention wasn't to make this too difficult for her. Marie could feel the sting sinking in to her skin and the familiar heat from the new marks. "No, Sir. I'd do it again no matter how many times you strike me." There was a gasp from the crowd. Maryanne grabbed onto Frank's arm as if she couldn't believe the response. He just couldn't whip her again, she thought. It looked so painful. Tom just smiled his wry smile. Then he raised the crop again brought it down much harder. He heard her whimper slightly at the strength of the blow, and then administered four more. Tom lifted her back onto her heels, and helped her to her feet. He brushed her cheek gently and then placed a sweet kiss on her lips. "Thank you." He said. "I can't tell you how much this all means to me." She smiled wide. "Of course, Sir! Happy birthday." "Go have a seat." Marie walked over toward Frank and Stephen. She saw the wide eyed shock from the others. She just smiled back as if everything was right with the world. She knew he wasn't upset with her. He only did it because he valued his rules. Marie knew now that there were times when his rules were meant to be broken even if she had to suffer for it. "Doesn't that hurt?" Maryanne asked confused by her smile. "Oh yes." Marie responded. She turned letting the chubby woman see the bruises setting in. "They're beautiful aren't they?" She continued. "It helps me remember to act properly. You can touch them if you'd like." Maryanne's hand reached out almost instinctively. She pressed her palm against Marie's ass feeling the heat. She took her index finger and traced down feeling how the skin had raised up slightly. "They're hot." She said reverently. She looked over at Frank who gave her a knowing look. He didn't have to remind her of his warning, but she began to realize what he meant. "The heat will go away in a couple hours." Marie responded. "The soreness goes away in a day or two." Maryanne couldn't deny that her curiosity was getting the best of her. ****** Tom stood behind Alexis. He didn't want to punish her. He looked out at his women staring back at him. Then he turned and looked at Maryanne, Jim and Erik. He took a step back and slowly removed his suit jacket. He folded it and then draped it on the back of his chair. He loosened his tie and slid it off. His slow actions seemed to draw the attention of his guests. There was a fascination with his movements. They seemed so easy and fluid, but they also seemed inherently purposeful and methodical. He lifted his crop high in the air. It was silent as everyone waited for it to drop. The he stopped and brought it to his side. "I just want to take a moment and say that everyone here is important to me." Tom said genuinely. "My best friend. My publisher. My agent. My lawyer. My mother. My mentor." He looked at Stephen after this last comment, and saw the man smile back at him. "And all my girls. All of you are so unique and wonderful. I've wanted to bring everyone together for a long time. I didn't realize that would be tonight. You've all made this a special night for me. A night I won't ever forget." He walked over and set his crop down on his chair. Alexis remained still. She didn't understand why he hadn't punished her. "Kneel up." Tom said. Alexis sat back on her heels. She looked at his outstretched hand, but she wouldn't take it. "This girl will take her punishment now." She said pushing back into her presentation position. Tom smiled and then laughed. "Come on, Lexi." He said softly. "Stand up." "I want to kneel. Don't give me special treatment, Sir." "You don't get to kneel." He said lifting her to her feet. "I can't punish you for this." He continued. "You've always said that you don't want to be treated differently than the other girls. But you are different, Lexi. You know me so well. What better way to make you believe it than to say it front of everyone." He paused pulling the small box from his pocket, and then he dropped down onto one knee. "Marry me, Lexi." He said as he opened the box presenting a ring. "Do me the honor of being my wife." Marie let out a small shriek and then began to cry as she watched her son propose. All of the girls had watery eyes. Alexis' chin began to quiver and then she blurted it out. "Yes!" The tears began to overwhelm her immediately. "Yes, Sir!" Tom slid the ring onto her finger and she stared at it finally realizing that this life was hers. Forever. Tom stood back up and she jumped into his arms wrapping her legs around him. She leaned in and locked her lips on his. "I'm so happy, Sir!" She gushed out as she looked at him with adoring eyes. "Do you want to tell everyone the other news?" He asked with his wry smile. Alexis looked out at everyone as she clung to his body. "I'm pregnant!" She announced excitedly. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Tom set Alexis down and she turned directly toward Marie holding up her hand. Marie cried harder and ran toward her with open arms. Francesca climbed the steps walking toward the two women. She knelt down on the ground. Alexis looked down at her still overwhelmed by the excitement. "Fran!" She cried. Francesca looked back at her and responded. "Mistress." Alexis scrunched her face confused by the word. She glanced at Sir who smiled back. Fran was setting a precedent. The wife of her owner would be her mistress. It took a moment for it to sink in, and then Alexis looked at all the girls. They were hers now too. It seemed too good to be true, but she was far too excited to get caught up in that tonight. "Fran! Get up! God!" She squealed. "Look." She said holding out her hand. Fran got to her feet and gushed over the ring with Marie. It was a four carat cushion cut diamond with a pave halo on a platinum band. It sparkled on her thin finger. Tom began to walk back toward his chair to let her have her moment in the spotlight. "Wait, Sir!" Alexis said pulling him back toward her. She began to unbutton his shirt. Fran reached out began to take off his belt sliding it away from his pants. Marie slid the shirt off his shoulders. His pants were unbuttoned and dropped. His shoes were removed. Then they pushed him backwards toward his chair and sat him down naked. Maryanne stared in utter surprise at his thick towering erection. Alexis jerked it with her hand getting him hard. Then she climbed on top of him sliding it into her pussy. Maryanne looked away feeling uncomfortable. Then she glanced up seeing the woman's ass bouncing on him. Her face was half turned, but she was watching carefully seeing how his cock stretched her pussy lips. Her hand slipped to her breast squeezing slightly through her shirt. She realized what she was doing and quickly removed it looking toward Jim and Frank to see if they noticed. No one was looking at her. They were watching the show. Alexis moved her hips in that almost unnatural way pushing him inside her just right. "Oh shit." She cried softly. "I'm cumming on you, Sir." She rode out her orgasm and then lifted herself up. She turned around and sat back on him again. "Mmmm. I'm going to be such an obedient wife, Sir. You can have all my holes whenever you want." Her breasts bounced as she rode him driving herself toward another climax. Maryanne looked around again. She'd known Tom for such a long time now, and had trouble with the ease in which he exposed himself and his life. It wasn't his ease that bothered her, she thought. It was her intrigue. It was her need to watch. It was like being present in a scene out of his books. She shouldn't want it, but she did. Alexis came again with a loud, girlish grunt. "Why don't you pick who gets to have you next." She said sweetly. Tom glanced back over his shoulder at the girls who looked on hopeful and expectant. "I want them all." Tom said honestly. "Maybe Joya to start." Joya nearly ran up the stairs. Her heels clacked on the flagstone. She was tall and the heels pushed her well over six feet. She was Tom's Indian princess – curvey and voluptuous with the most piercing eyes. She had large, heavy breasts, brown skin, and a thick stunning hour glass figure. She dropped to her knees and waited for him to nod his approval. Then she leaned forward and swallowed his cock pressing it all the way into her mouth until her nose settled against his skin. Kimmie couldn't believe she had swallowed him with such ease. Then Joya pulled her head back and dropped down to lick his balls. She knew what he liked. Fran leaned forward to take his length into her mouth. Tom groaned out enjoying the dual pleasure. Maryanne, Jim and Erik just watched in amazement as these women took turns on him. It finally became clear that this was really happening. This was really his life. ****** Anne walked up the steps in a slow, sultry stride swinging her hips. She carried her toy box out in front of her. It was Frank's request when she first mentioned the party. Tom had plenty of women at his disposal. He didn't get to have his wife tonight. She was there for Frank's pleasure. "Hello, Sir." She said kneeling down in front of him and setting her toy box at her side. Maryanne looked over at him with confusion. She couldn't believe how respectful and obedient these women behaved. They knew there place, and acted almost elegantly when they moved. "Maryanne. Jim. This is my wife, Anne." He said. "No fucking way!" Jim blurted. "You too?" Frank just smiled as Anne began to unbutton his pants eager to pleasure her owner. "But your warning?" Maryanne asked. "Be careful..." Frank replied with a smile. "...or you'll end up like Anne." Anne freed his erection and sucked it into her mouth. Maryanne didn't want to see the Frank's cock, but once it came out she stared at it fascinated. It was fat. She suddenly had a realization that she had seen more cock tonight than she had in a very long time. It sparked a need that she hadn't felt for quite a while. "Ropes." Frank said. "Yes, Sir." Anne replied reaching into her toy box. Frank looked at Stephen. "I've started out with the nylon, Stephen. Six millimeter gauge. I'm practicing my harnesses." "Atta boy." Stephen let out with his raspy laugh. "Let's see you make it happen on this little subby slut. She's a peach I'd like to taste." He looked her up and down. "You liked the way I tied you up on Monday, peach?" "Yes, Stephen." She said lustfully. This man turned her on with his gruff demeanor. "Maybe Frank'll let me peg you with this cock." He said grabbing his crotch. Frank had the lark's head loop secured and began wrapping up her upper and lower breasts. "Good!" Stephen commented feeling how tight he pulled them. "Not too tight but still secure. Be careful with her circulation." Frank smiled at the acknowledgment of his improved progress. Maryanne and Jim watched the lawyer maneuver the ropes with precision. They each had a feeling of being left out. It was like walking into to a secret club where they didn't belong. But they were invited guests, and as with most things sexual, they wanted to see where it went. ****** The party was well underway. The girls were mingling. Tom made his way through the yard saying hello to everyone. "Shit, dude! You know how to throw a party." Erik said giving him a hug. "Congratulations. Alexis is fucking awesome. Insanely hot, dude. You couldn't have done better." "Thanks, Erik." Tom said. "It's important to me that you two like each other. She'll be around a long time. I'm sorry it's taken so long to show you all this. You never seemed interested when I tried to say something." "It's my fault. I always assumed... well it doesn't matter anymore. I'm here now." He replied and then tentatively added. "That other girl... you know... Angie..." Tom saw the look on his face. Erik had never been great when it came to girls. "She's not spoken for at the moment if that's what you're asking." "Really?!" Erik said excitedly. "I think she likes me. I've never seen a woman naked before I tried to sleep with her. It sort of takes the mystery out it. But she seems really cool." "As long as you know I slept with her first." Tom joked. Erik punched his arm. "You're such a dick." "Seriously, though, I like her a lot. She's a good girl. You'd be good together." "You always carry that thing around?" He asked looking down at the crop. "Pretty much." Tom replied. "You never know when one of these girls might misbehave." He swung it smacking Gabby in her thick rear end as she talked to some of the other girls behind him. She dropped to her knees immediately and slid into a presentation position. "Sir?" She asked assuming he wanted something from her. "I was just playing, Gabby." He said laughing. "Come here." She stood up and wrapped her arms around him. "I love you, Sir." She said sweetly. "Congratulations on your engagement." "It doesn't change anything. You're still mine too." He said smacking her in the ass again and watching her give him a naughty smile. "How do you do it?" Erik asked. "Do what?" "There's just so many." He was unsure quite what he wanted to ask. "How did you get them all? How do you get them to be submissive? It's kinda hard to believe." "You disapprove?" Tom asked looking at his friend. "No!" He exclaimed. "I'm envious really. I'd do it if I could." "Why can't you?" "I dunno. I wouldn't know where to begin." He replied honestly. "What do you see when you look at Gabby?" Erik looked at the Venezuelan. "I'm not sure. She has a big butt." Tom laughed. "Kneel, Gabby." The woman dropped to her knees. Tom pressed her forward on to her hands. "It's a beautiful ass. Not just big." He spread her cheeks giving him a view of her pussy too. "You need to appreciate a woman first. Not just their personality, but their body. Every woman I've met is beautiful in their own way." He lifted her back onto her heels. "Look at her breasts." "They're nice." Erik said timidly. "Gabby, is it alright if Erik touches you?" "Yes, Sir." She replied shyly as the other man examined her with his eyes. "Feel them." Tom said. "Look at her puffy nipples. Look at her hips." Erik caressed the woman's chest and pinched her nipples. He was surprised by Tom's words. His friend looked at this woman differently than he had. Erik let his eyes roam over her figure again. He'd never really taken the time to drink in the curves on a woman's body. Erik mostly spent his time trying to get a woman naked without appreciating the end result. "Chanel." Tom said. "Yes, Sir?" A woman replied from the group that Gabby had been talking with. Tom stood her in front of Erik. "Kneel." He watched as she dropped down next to Gabby. "What do you see?" Tom asked. "She's black." Erik stated and then he saw the look on his friend's face. He thought for a moment. "I like her lips." Erik said trying harder. "And her eyes." "And?" Tom pressed. Erik began to relax and study her. "She has nice tits. Her nipples are so dark and thick." Then he looked closer. "She has a great ass. It's so round." Tom pushed her forward and spread her ass for his friend to see. "Her pussy lips are lips are long." Tom slid his hands down to her pussy and spread her lips apart. Erik gasped. "It's so pink." He said softly bending over and looking closer. "Against her dark skin it looks so pink." He'd never been with a black girl. He watched the lips begin to moisten. "She's getting wet." The Novelist Pt. 09 "Is that true, Chanel?" Tom asked her. "Yes, Sir. I... I love hearing him talk about my pussy. It's such a turn on." "You don't get a woman, Erik. You earn one. Being appreciated is the biggest turn on. A woman wants to feel wanted. Then you can begin to earn their trust. Once that happens you can try submission. But you can't force it. A woman has to choose. Choice is the key to the lifestyle." Tom left the two girls on their knees. "Let's try again." He said waving a last woman over. "What do you see?" "My best friend's mom." Erik said. "A hot older woman." Marie stood there while this boy stared at her body. No, no. He's a man now, she thought. She was allowed to be turned on by it. "Touch her. Tell her what you think of her." Tom urged him. Erik reached out and cupped her breasts. "Man, you've got such great tits, Mrs. Bolden. I used to stare at them every time I came over." He said. "I used to make noise when I slept over because you'd come downstairs angry. You always wore that nightie and if the lights were off in the basement then I could see right through it when you stood in the doorway with light on behind you." Marie's breathing quickened listening to him confess to stealing glances. "I could see your pussy while you told us to go to bed. But it wasn't shaved then. I could always see the thick curly pubes." He looked to Tom and then boldly reached out and touched her pussy. "Oh man, you're still so fuckable." Tom stood behind her and held her arms behind her back. "Erik is touching your pussy, mom. Do you like that?" "Oh god..." She groaned as he found her clit. "Yes. I like it." She glanced up at Erik with a shy, guilty look on her face. "Do you want him to stop? Tell him what you want." She groaned more knowing what she should say. "Make me cum." She whispered quietly. Erik's eyes opened wide as he heard the words. He grinned at her as he rubbed her pussy faster. He reached out and squeezed her breasts with his other hand pinching her nipple. Marie's eyes were lustful. She kept looking at him. All she could think of was taking pictures of him and Tom before their senior prom. Oh god, she thought! What if I had just fucked them both instead of sending them off with those stupid little girls? The thoughts were driving the pleasure. She wondered where these thoughts had been all her life. She had trouble thinking of herself as anything other than sexual now. It felt right to her to want to be filled. She took a sharp intake of breath and felt her body go rigid. She began to tremble just slightly. "I'm cumming." She whispered staring at her son's friend. Then she thought of Diane, his mom, and wondered what that woman would think of her if she knew she'd become. Angie walked up and stood beside Tom just as his mom walked off. "Hello, Sir." She replied. Tom put his hands on her shoulders and stood her just in front of Erik. "Hey, Angie. Help me for a minute. Stand right here." He looked at Erik. "Well? What do you see?" "Beauty." Erik said almost immediately. Angie blushed slightly. It was honestly how he felt, not just an exercise. "And?" Tom asked with a smile. "Her breasts are perfect." Erik said in admiration. "I love the way they crease. They're just big enough to hang a little. And her nipples make me want to touch them." He continued. "She looks so elegant when she stands. And it's hard to look at her eyes because it's like they see through me..." Erik's eyes roamed her body as he spoke. "Her lips look so soft. Her smile makes me want to smile. She has the cutest butt..." Angie's face was beet red. She looked down briefly not used to being complimented so much. "He's right, Angie." Tom whispered in her ear. "Everything he said is exactly right." She looked back at Tom with a shy smile. "Thank you for staying through tonight." Tom said. "It means a lot to know that you've forgiven me. But... you're not mine." He paused. "I think you're amazing. If only I knew a good man that lived in upstate New York... A guy that appreciated you and thought you were perfect..." Angie eyes watered a little. She didn't know why she felt like she needed to Tom's permission or approval, but it felt good to hear him tease her. She was coming out of her shell in his house. For once in her life, she felt confident about herself. She turned and took Erik's hand, and pulled him closer. She put her arms around his neck pulling him close and kissed his lips. "So... Erik, I met this guy recently who showed me that being spontaneous can be fun..." "You did?" Erik said still dazed from the kiss and not understanding her. "How do you feel about sex on a first date?" She asked with naughty smile. He began to catch on, but he was still nervous. "Is this a date then?" He asked. "It'll have to do because I'm really horny." She said pulling him away. "I like this whole submissive life. Maybe you could spank me... or ask Tom to help you learn the ropes..." She laughed at the accidental pun. "Come on! That was sort of funny. Loosen up!" She laughed again. "You're so getting laid right now... let's do it on the lawn..." Erik looked back at Tom and mouthed, "Thank you." ****** Chanel reached up and tugged on Sir's cock. He looked down seeing that she was still kneeling at his feet with Gabby. "I see you two had a chance to meet." Tom said softly. "Yes, Sir." Chanel replied. "I like it when you show me off." "Me too." Gabby replied. "I like your friend too, Sir. He's hot." Tom sat down on the edge of a chair and spread his legs. "Gabby, I need this nice and hard." She looked at his semi erect cock. Then Tom brought the crop down hard on her tits. "Now." She dove forward and shoved his cock into her mouth. Tom knew she had a bad gag reflex, and he was a little rough as he grabbed her head and pulled it down. She gurgled and coughed with his cock back in her throat. It caused thick strands of saliva to drool out of her mouth and down his shaft. It was such a turn on for him. Chanel rested her chin on his thigh watching her spit and gag letting it drip from her chin and land on her breasts. "Mmmm. Suck that nigger dick." She encouraged. Tom had chastised her for using that term on regular basis, but she didn't seem to care. He was bigger than every black man she'd been with, and she was in love with his size. She'd only told one of her friends that she was sleeping with a white guy, and she prefaced it by explaining he was hung, as if that made it okay. Tom took his crop and brought it down hard on her ass. "Don't say that." He warned. "Sorry, Sir." She turned back and watched the Latin girl struggling. Her jaw was strained around his girth and Chanel thought it looked nasty. Tom lifted her head off of him and she gasped out for air catching her breath. He grabbed Chanel by her neck and pulled her closer. She liked it rough. "Sit on it." He instructed. Chanel got between his legs and sat back on him. "Stretch that cunt, Sir." She moaned as he slid inside her. His cock was covered in Gabby's spit allowing it to slip in easily. "Fuck it. Fuck it hard, Sir." He grabbed her ass pulling it back down every time she lifted it up. She was an energetic fuck. He didn't need to help much as she pounded his cock into her pussy. "Oh shit. Split me open, Sir!" She demanded. "Work that pussy! Work it!" She whined. "Oh shit, Sir! You're gonna make me cum so good. Ohhhh fuck that shit... with... that... big... white... dick." She looked up as she was about to cum and saw Marie standing a few feet away rubbing her pussy. Marie didn't know why it turned her on so much to watch this woman riding her son. She never imagined seeing Tom with a black woman. Tonight proved that her son didn't have any specific tastes, or maybe his taste could best be described as eclectic. There were women of all ages and ethnicities. This girl fucked Tom differently, though. She fucked with purpose. "Ohshit! That's the spot. Fuuuuuuu..." Her scream began to crescendo until she became the center of attention. "... uuuuck! Fuck it. Fuck." Chanel had fallen forward with her hands on the ground bracing herself while her ass bounced in his lap. "Yes! Yessss! Uuuuuungh!" Her cum was thick and creamy and it gathered at the base of Tom's cock as she continued to push down on him. Tom grabbed her hair lifting her back up from the ground with his cock still inside her. She was breathing heavily. Chanel may have had a foul mouth, but she became very emotional after a powerful orgasm. She often cried. Tom whispered to her as he wrapped his arms around her waist holding her still. She needed that kind of attention. "Do you know who that is?" He pointed in front of them. "Yes, Sir." She said softly with a suddenly fragile voice. "I want you to make her cum with your tongue." He began to lift her off his length. "Be a good girl." "Yes, Sir." She crawled across the ground until she came to rest at Marie's feet. Marie just stared blankly and watched as this dark skinned woman opened her mouth revealing a very long tongue. She stared in awe watching as it inched forward and then wiggled into her pussy. Her knees bent, and Chanel guided her backward until Marie was spread eagle on the ground. She didn't lick pussy the same way that she fucked. She took her time. Marie realized that every woman that went down on her had a different technique. She couldn't decide which was best. Gabby stared back at Tom looking at his cock twitch. She knelt still with perfect posture. He stood up and walked toward her. She instinctively leaned forward and began to clean the thick globs of cum from his cock. Then he pushed her forward onto her belly and pressed it into her big ass. "This is where I'm going to put to my cum." He said as he stretched her asshole. Gabby closed her eyes as he filled her up. She preferred anal. It made her cum so hard. She squeezed her ass as tight as she could to make it hurt just a little as he pushed inside. Tom fucked her with hard, deep, methodical thrusts. Gabby whined softly as he pounded into her. She never said much until she got ready to cum. Once that happened, she almost always spoke in Spanish. Tom never knew what she said and it didn't necessarily matter to him. He looked up seeing some of the girls gathered around him. Watching him. He wasn't used to being on display. He closed his eyes and fucked her harder and faster. The first words escaped her mouth. And then a long stream of Spanish followed. He was getting close. He could feel his balls lifting. "Fuck my big, fat ass." Tom looked up to see Ybeth kneel down next to him. "She says fuck my big, fat ass with your thick fucking cock. Yes, Papi, shoot it in me. I need it! It's so good." It caught Tom off guard seeing the thin Colombian translate her words. It sent him over the edge. He felt his cock shoot inside her. Gabby kept screaming out. Tom turned to Ybeth who looked back at Gabby with a surprised look. Tom slid his cock from inside her as she panted on the ground. "What did she say?" He asked quietly. Ybeth leaned in close so no one else would hear. "Nothing, Sir. It's not meant to be translated. It was very personal." Gabby stared a quiet thank you to the other Latina girl. Tom stood up slowly seeing the girls' attention turned behind him. He looked back and saw Chanel with three fingers in his mother's pussy and a tongue on her clit. She pumped them into her faster and faster. His mother's face was a mess of emotions. Then she howled out loud and squirted an immense stream across the black girls face and chest. Tom smiled. He turned to leave as Ybeth quietly bent down and buried her face in Gabby's ass. ****** Tom walked to find Frank and Jim. They were deep in conversation while Abby brought them fresh drinks on the patio. "How are we doing?" Tom asked as he approached the two men. Frank held out his hand. "Congratulations on the engagement. You should've done that a year ago." "I know." Tom replied with a smile. "Did Stephen tie her up?" He asked staring at Anne bound tightly to the outdoor sofa. "Nope." Frank smiled. "I did that." Tom flashed his wry smile. "Well look at you! That's good work." He noted. Tom dragged a finger across her pussy seeing the cum seep out of her. "Drink up, slut." He teased as he brought it to her mouth and watched her lick it clean. "Who are you two?" Jim asked with a facetious tone. "Congratulations, Tom. But you're going to have to explain the rest of this to me. This is nuts." "Where's Maryanne?" Tom asked. Frank grinned. "Over there with Alexis." He pointed to a lounge chair near the pool. Stephen was tying Karen and Jane down in some complicated rope bondage. Karen had alligator clips on her nipples and butt plug in her ass. "Tell me you're not going to fuck her, Tom. I know that look in your eyes." Tom looked at the smile on Maryanne's face while Stephen whipped Karen with a leather strap. "I won't make that promise." "It's time for your gift." Jim said interrupting . "It just arrived." "I thought you didn't know it was my birthday." "Really? Please! You're my best client. Don't insult me. I was just playing around." Jim walked over toward the rear gate as they spoke. "It's not really from me. It's from all the senior partners at United Writers Agency." Jim swung open the back gate. Parked in the driveway was a brand new black Aston Martin with an oversized red bow on the top. "Did you buy me a car?" Tom asked dumbfounded. "UWA bought you a car. For your birthday and as a congratulation on the new book deals." Jim said excitedly. "And not just any car... That's an Aston Martin DB9 fully loaded. That's got a V12 engine. She purrs like a lion. Happy Birthday." Tom walked around the vehicle looking at the sleek design. Then he opened the driver door and got inside. He started the engine listening to it roar to life. He pressed the accelerator revving the engine. Jim patted Frank on the back. "Don't worry. It was a nice watch and all." He grinned. "But it wasn't an awesome fucking sports car." He did a little fist pump just annoy Frank. "Suck it, asshole." Frank looked a bit deflated. "Well done." This certainly blew his gift out of the water. "Guys you both did way too much." Tom shouted from the driver seat. The look on his face told a different story. He liked his new toys. ****** Tom made his way over toward Alexis and Maryanne. He watched Stephen whip Karen's ass. Stephen wanted to have some fun tonight, and Tom allowed him to tease his two pain sluts. Karen came again from the abuse. Jane strained her head to the side mesmerized by the woman that shared the same affliction as her. "Hey, Sir. I was wondering where you went." Alexis said leaning into him lovingly. "Jim just gave us a new car." He said dropping the key into her hand. She looked back at him unsure she heard him correctly. She looked down at the Aston Martin key chain with a smile. People were beginning to realize his worth. It made her happy. "How are you doing?" He said wrapping his arm around Maryanne. "With the fact that I'm watching two women get tied down and whipped? Or the fact that you're naked with your arm around me." She asked before looking down. "Or that fact that you're hung like a horse and run some kind of sex club?" Tom laughed. He took his arm away from her. "Sorry didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "I wasn't complaining." She said nervously leaning back into him. "It's a lot to process..." She watched the woman cum again in front of her. "How is that possible? How does someone cum from being whipped?" "These two are different." Tom responded. "Trust me they enjoy it. Not every submissive is the same. Their needs are all different. The key is to know what that is. A good dominant knows just how far to push a sub in his care. These two like the extreme. They get off on it." Maryanne stared back at him amazed. She let her hand drop down to her side and then she shifted it over brushing his cock. She wrapped her chubby fingers around it as her heart fluttered. She could feel the pulse of the veins as it responded to her touch. Tom whispered. "You're not supposed to mix business with pleasure, Maryanne." She withdrew her hand feeling stupid. "I'm sorry. That wasn't appropriate." "I wasn't complaining." He smiled his wry smile. "It's... just a lot to process." She gave him a gentle shove. He was so relaxed about everything and it made her feel silly for being uncomfortable. "I need you on my team, Maryanne. I can't let this get in the way of that... but if you think that this wouldn't get in the way of our work... well then..." She looked back at him with a warm smile and placed her hand back on his shaft. He gave her a wink. "We'll talk about it. You're welcome at my home anytime." Alexis put her arms around Maryanne and rested her head on the woman's shoulder. Maryanne looked back seeing who it was. Alexis just smiled her graceful smile. "Give it a squeeze." She said softly. "He loves that." Maryanne squeezed it a couple of times in her hand and felt it stiffen almost immediately. She looked back at Alexis surprised. Tom detached her hand and stepped forward behind Jane. He ran his hand over her recently whipped rear. Then he slid it down between her thighs and cupped her pussy. She groaned out loud at the attention. He grabbed his cock in his hand and pressed it into her slit. "Oh fuck, Sir." She whined. "I'm such a needy slut." He thrust into her as Maryanne watched. "That's his aunt, you know?" Alexis said in her ear. Maryanne moistened at the thought. He was so nice – a perfect gentleman – but so incredibly bad. Jane squirmed beneath him with what little mobility she had. She reveled in the fullness she felt with him inside her. "Fuck me, Sir. Hurt me." She cried. His thrusts were deep and hard. "Ohfuckohfuck. Yes!" She moaned. Her head was still turned toward Karen tied down next to her. "Do you want my cum?" He asked with his dominant voice. "Yes, Sir! I need it." She begged. He pressed the fresh bruises on her ass. "Oh shiiiiit." The he reached up a brought his hand down on her ass with blinding force. "Unnnngh." She grunted. ****** John came to a screeching halt at the end of the driveway. He looked worse for wear. The rental car idled for a few minutes while he sat behind the wheel. Fuck this, he thought. It was time to go home and get back to his life. He stepped out of the car and marched up the driveway with purpose – a man on a mission. He recognized the sounds of a party the closer he got to the rear gate. It infuriated him even more. He followed the noises until he saw a brand new car parked at the top of the driveway. Everything about Tom's life bothered him to his core. John threw open the back gate. Then he stopped completely still seeing the yard filled with naked women. It startled him. No. No. No. He wasn't going to let his son play tricks on him anymore. No more confusion. They were all deviants and whores, he thought. He refused to be distracted by it. He knew exactly what he was here for and no one would stop him. "Marie!" He shouted. "Get over here right now." He pushed into the yard searching for his wife. "Marie!" The girls moved out of the way clearing a path. This stranger seemed out of place. ****** "Sir!" Alexis said urgently grabbing Tom's shoulder as he pulled himself from Karen's pussy. She whined her disapproval as his thick girth disappeared from inside her. "It's your dad." Tom looked up with alarm. He didn't expect to see him. He was certain that those pictures would have finally sent him on his way. He turned around and moved back toward the gate. His father was going to ruin the entire evening. "Hey!" Tom yelled getting John's attention as he got closer to him. The Novelist Pt. 09 "Get the fuck out of my way." John seethed as he scanned the guests looking for Marie. "I want your mother right now! You hear me? Right now!" "She's not going anywhere with you." Tom said blocking his path. "You don't get to tell me what to do!" The words sounded a bit unbalanced. "I'm going home, and she's coming with me." He looked terrible. His black eye was dark and angry. "I'm not going to let that happen." Tom replied trying to calm him down. "Have you been drinking again? You should go back to the hotel and sleep it off." John reached into his pocket and pulled out a handgun. His arm shook a little. "You see this? It means you stay away from me." He jabbed it out in front of him as he punctuated each word. Tom immediately stepped back as the gasps of alarm spread through the crowd. "Christ, dad. What are you doing? You're going to hurt someone. Put that thing away." He finally registered just how unstable his father looked. "You're going to get yourself into serious trouble. You don't want that and I don't want that. Just calm down." "I won't calm down." He said waving the gun in front of him. "I'm done being calm! Where's Marie? Marie!" "I'm not going to let her leave with you." Tom said very carefully. "You're not acting right. It's not safe." John didn't like that answer. It was evident in his expression. "Just point that at me." Tom tried to get his attention. "No one else here has done anything to you." John's wild eyes were tearing up. "You don't get to take everything from me. Do you hear me? You don't." John sniffled now. He was borderline hysterical. He kept thinking about the inscription his son wrote in his book. Then his expression shifted to a blank, empty stare. "If you don't send out your mother... then ... I... I'm going to take away what you love! Maybe that'll teach you." He said looking around. "Which one is it?" He demanded. "It's this one, right?" He leveled the gun at Alexis. In a moment of sheer panic and terror, Tom leapt out pushing Alexis out of the way. His quick movements startled John. His finger squeezed a little too far and the gun fired. The sound echoed through the canyon. The bullet tore through Tom's lower back and he hit the flagstone with a thud. John watched it happen as if it were in slow motion. He stood there, arms shaking, as he realized what he had just done. Alexis unleashed a blood curdling scream. "Sir?" She cried crawling toward him. "Sir?!" She saw the blood pouring from his belly. The bullet had gone straight through. She clamped her hand down trying to stop it. It flowed up through her fingers darkening her engagement ring. "What did you do?!" She screamed. "What did you do?" She looked down seeing a scared, worried look in his eyes. "Somebody do something!" She brushed his face with her blood stained fingers. "Stay with me, baby. You're not allowed to leave me. Not now." ****** Frank immediately grabbed for his phone dialing nine-one-one. He called out to Stephen who wasn't too far away. "Get those women untied and get everyone inside and dressed." He spoke quickly. "Everyone inside now!" The phone connected. "I'd like to report a shooting..." ****** John heard the man dial the police. The crushing reality was overwhelming him. He saw his son lying on the ground with the blonde woman desperately trying to stop the bleeding. What had he done? His fragile demeanor cracked further. He looked up and saw his son's friend physically lifting his wife off the ground to keep her from running to her little boy. He carried her away as she hung in his arms limply with hers outstretched toward Tom – destitute and in pain. John began to slowly step backward. He turned toward the back gate and then ran as fast as could to get to the car. He was breathless and scared. If he'd just gone home, he thought. If he'd never made advances toward that masseuse or if he had showed some sympathy toward his wife, then maybe everything would be okay. What had happened to him, he wondered. What was he supposed to do now? He swung open the car door and climbed inside. He fumbled the keys trying to get them in the ignition. Then he stopped. Where would he go? What did he have left? He stared straight ahead until he heard sirens faintly in the distance. He murdered his son. He didn't mean to. He only intended on scaring him and getting Marie. That was the plan. Just scare him and show him that you couldn't push people around. But the trigger pulled so easily. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. His breathing became calm. The tears stopped. John lifted the firearm to his temple. ****** Erik ran back outside with towels for Alexis. She pressed them down trying to get him to hang on a little longer. Tom's eyes were closing weakly. She screamed louder. "Go inside." Erik said softly. "I won't let anything happen to him." He wasn't sure if that were true. He was in bad shape. She didn't move. "Alexis!" He said louder getting her attention. "You need to put on clothes. Then come back out. The police will be here soon." Frank watched them and assessed the situation. Then he ran out to direct the ambulance. He rushed around the corner of the house just as the muzzle flash lit up the rental at the bottom of the driveway. The window tinted blood red. Frank flinched realizing what it meant. ****** Everyone was in a panic inside. The girls cried as Stephen and Jim tried to calm everyone down and get them presentable as quickly as possible. No one could believe it happened. The second gunshot was startling. Jim looked to Stephen wondering what had happened out there. They didn't move they just continued to maintain sanity. Alexis walked in covered in blood. She trudged forward like a woman who had lost everything and had nothing left to live for. And then she collapsed in the living room. ****** "No!" Erik yelled at his friend. "Stay with me. Keep your eyes on me. Don't close them." He demanded. Tom felt weak and cold. He could barely hear the voices any longer. His eyes closed as he lost consciousness. ****** Tom stared at a bright white light. He was lost in thought, and his mind was wandering. Thinking. The last few years of his life had been filled with good fortune. It never occurred to him that he would have to answer for his actions. He wondered if the decisions he'd made up to this point were worth it. Perhaps if he had chosen a simpler life or a more conventional life then this would never have happened. "Mr. Bolden, are you ready?" Tom snapped from his reverie. Kimmie took a handkerchief and dabbed his forehead. "You're standing right in front of the light, Sir. You're sweating." She said moving him slightly. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked. "We can move this interview. It doesn't matter if they're all set up. You give me the word and I'll have them out." She snapped her fingers to express just how quickly she could clear the room. "No." Tom said turning to face her. "I'm fine." She took a lint roller and cleaned his shirt one more time. Then she tilted his head back toward her. "Remember what we discussed, Sir. Control your destiny. You own this interview. Nobody is going to master you today." He quietly reminded himself that he needed to have a talk with her about all the self-help and power books she'd been reading. Then he turned and looked back at the white, hot lights glaring at him from the camera set up. He closed his eyes and took a breath finding his calm. "I'm ready." He announced taking a seat on the sofa in his living room. He looked up at Tabitha Watkins. She was a petite, British woman that had an interview program that syndicated on multiple cable networks. Tom dreaded talking to her. He considered her show to be more of a gossip program that sensationalized national news. Since the incident, his life had been an object of fascination and speculation by news media, talk shows and tabloids alike. It had become an undeniable nuisance, and now he finally decided to lay it all to rest. He had no other choice. Tom kicked a foot up on the couch and tucked it underneath him laying his left arm along the back of the sofa. It was a casual position and he felt it showed there was nothing to hide. He felt good. It had taken him months before he agreed to an interview. He had thought it through and chosen the program with the utmost care. "Welcome," Tabitha began looking at the camera, "I'm here with the New York Times best-selling author, Tom Bolden. It's a rare treat that I get to book a first time interview with such a sought after author." She turned her attention toward Tom. "What made you decide to start doing interviews after so many years hiding behind a pseudonym?" "I suppose it's the hope that this will be the only interview I ever do. I'm not exactly excited about the exposure. I'm a private person." He answered. Tabitha tried not to show her dislike for his answer. "Well, let me start by saying Happy Birthday." She changed tact. "At thirty-two years old, you just topped the list of highest grossing novelists." She held up an article. "I was lucky to get an advance copy of the article before it was published. What do you have to say about that?" "It's humbling." Tom said looking down briefly. "I'm honored to have any fan base at all. I've never considered myself to be very talented." "Well the success of your recent trilogy would suggest otherwise. You've dominated the New York Times best seller lists for the past nine months. I've heard that your publisher is having trouble keeping up with demand." "It's been a very good year." Tom responded simply. "What do you say to your detractors? What would you say to the people that think you push a lifestyle that's misogynistic and promotes violence against women?" Tom lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at this question. Tabitha smiled at the reaction she was getting. "I'd say that they are entitled to their opinion. I'd also venture to guess that they haven't read my books, nor do they understand the lifestyle. Bondage and submission have nothing to do with misogyny or violence. Perhaps if the topic weren't considered so taboo then there would be fewer people committing violent acts in the name of culture that doesn't accept them as one of their own." "And you understand the lifestyle, Mr. Bolden?" "I've made enough friends to understand it better than most." He replied. "You brought up taboo, so I might as well ask you about your newest novel. You've broached a topic rarely touched by noted novelists." "I have." "What made you choose incest?" "I was told it couldn't be done. I like to defy what people consider conventional." "No other reason?" "Not really." "Some people are saying that the attempted murder-suicide last year committed by your father was due in part to some secret relationship with your mother." She punctuated the question just so in order to get a rise out of him. "All conjecture, speculation, rumor and lies. I'm not discouraging anyone from spreading those rumors. It's certainly going to line my pockets if you look at presales." "So it's not a biography of sorts?" "Of course not." He laughed. "Well I'll point out that the title of the book, The Novelist," She held up and advanced copy, "has driven many to believe that the protagonist is based on you. It is story about a young novelist that falls into a seedy world of bondage, submission, mystery and murder while he tries to research the lifestyle for an upcoming book. The parallels are uncanny considering the events exactly one year ago today and the content of your previous books." "I think everyone should buy a copy and judge for themselves." Tom responded. "In fact, I think they should buy two." "Can we talk about the shooting?" She asked. "Would you be willing to say what happened in your otherwise idyllic life that led to such a horrific event?" "There's not much too tell." He responded. "My father suffered some sort of psychosis along with a midlife crisis. My parents were going through a contentious divorce. Some people unravel. Maybe I should have seen the signs. Maybe I should have been more careful as I struggled to help them resolve their issues. It doesn't much matter now. What happened was tragic. What else is there to say than that?" "The early reports after the shooting said you almost died. Is that true?" "I lost a lot of blood. The bullet entered my lower back missing my vertebrae by three quarters of an inch. It exited just above my navel. It did some significant damage, and the blood loss was significant. I'm thankful for the emergency services response time. I owe them my life." "And do you have regrets?" She asked trying to corner him into an emotional response. Tom studied her for a long moment. "No." He replied introspectively. "I have another friend that passed away this year. My barber, Sam. He once told me that we're men. We have principles and we make our decisions on the very principles we wish to espouse. We don't often change our core beliefs just because we get a glimpse of the outcome. Maybe some people would consider that reactionary or bull headed. It struck a chord with me. I've made plenty of choices in my life, and I'll live with the consequences for better or worse, without regret." She let his comments linger for a beat. If nothing else, Tabitha Watkins liked to add a bit of drama to any interview. "I'm sorry for your loss." She said switching back to his career. "Getting back to your new novel, there's been some question over the deal you made with your publisher. You've written this book essentially for free with the caveat that you get fifty percent of gross sales. Why that deal?" "I have a great relationship with Sperling Publishing. They have an unmatched team of editors and publishers. Are you asking whether there was some contention over the subject matter? The answer is yes. But Peter Sperling is a good friend and good businessman. He agreed to an unconventional deal in part because he questioned the appetite for such material. We've had a good laugh seeing the presales. We're each going to make a good deal from its success." "A good deal." She laughed. "Looking at the initial sales numbers there's a prediction that you'll clear well over fifty million dollars this year if you include earnings from your trilogy. The early sales in Australia and the UK are already set to break records." "Like I said before, I've been blessed." "You certainly have." She responded. "Not only with success, but with a new baby boy." "Yes." Tom smiled. "I'm a proud father to healthy boy. I look forward to fatherhood. I intend to do better than my father did with me." Tabitha thought she scored with that answer. It really tied his career and personal problems together in a way she found approving. "Well, we won't take up any more of your time today, Tom. I want to thank you for allowing me and my viewers a brief look into your life. I certainly hope that you'll allow me the opportunity to come back again." "We'll see." Tom said as he looked toward the camera and flashed his wry smile. ****** The camera operator had loaded the last of his equipment into oversized, foam lined carrying cases. He lifted the heavy case onto a Magliner hand truck and began to wheel it out through the foyer. It was just Tabitha, Tom and Kimmie left in the room. Tabitha stood up and looked around at the pictures on the surfaces. "Did I do okay?" Tom asked. "You were brilliant." Tabitha responded with her British accent. "I wish we could have gone more in depth, but I was given specific boundaries before I was granted the interview. I was told you're a particular person." She stopped and looked back at the young man sitting on the sofa. "Out of curiosity, why did you choose me for the interview?" "You have excellent viewership and ratings." Tom responded kindly. "... And you're a fan of my books. Your booking agent contacted Sperling Publishing repeatedly for an interview, even before the incident last year." He paused. "How do you think people will respond to the interview?" "Mr. Bolden, the public will believe what they want to believe. An interview won't change anything at all. But you'll get great publicity." Tom flashed his wry smile. "And what do you believe?" She looked at him carefully. He seemed far more confident than he did when she arrived. It gave her a suddenly uncomfortable feeling as if he was interviewing her now. "I think you're not telling the whole truth. I think you're hiding something from the public." "And what do you think that is?" Tom asked studying her reaction. "I'm not sure." She said. "Maybe there is something more to the story last year. Maybe you're a randy fucker and just as naughty as everyone says." Tabitha was successful woman that spent her career contending with powerful men. She wasn't afraid to use strong language. Tom appreciated her blunt response. She stepped over toward the mantle and noticed the silver, engraved riding crop. She looked at the inscription. 'Sir – Happy 31st Birthday! Love, All The Girls.' The rest of it had names engraved on the side. "That was my birthday present from Alexis last year." Tom replied. She didn't say anything at first. She just read the different names engraved down its length. It occurred to her at that moment that perhaps it was all true. She figured there was some degree of half-truth in his statements, but she hadn't considered that all of the speculation was accurate. "So all the rumors are true?" She asked finally. Her curiosity was piqued. "Who's asking?" Tom queried in response. "Tabitha Watkins, purveyor of gossip? Or just Tabitha Watkins?" She stared back at him deciding on her response. "Are we on or off the record?" "On." She answered. "None of its true. I don't mind rumors that I'm some sexual dynamo. What man wouldn't? But it's so unrealistic. Mostly I just find it funny." His response was natural and he followed it up with a disarming smile. Generally she thought she was a good judge of character and a fairly intuitive person. She couldn't get a read on him though. He was never evasive, which made most things he said sound genuine. "Well I hope you weren't insulted when I said you were hiding something." She replied sincerely. "I love your home. I'd love to have a tour if you don't mind." "That can be arranged." Tom said kindly. "Is the tour on or off the record?" She furrowed her brow just slightly as if she didn't like the question, or maybe she just didn't understand it. What would it matter, she thought? Then she looked at his disarming smile. "Off the record." Tom's eyes lit up. "Excellent." He stood up and poured himself a small glass of scotch offering one to his guest. "You know I've had calls from CNN, Fox News, MSNBC, Oprah, Geraldo, The Today Show and just about every other show you could think of." He paused sipping the scotch and feeling it burn in his throat. She followed suit. "I picked you specifically. I hate interviews, Tabitha. I hate exposure and publicity. But I couldn't escape it anymore. What I need now is someone who can manage it for me. I need someone on my team with a voice and platform that can look out for my interests." "Me?" She asked confused by the sudden change in his demeanor. "Yes." He replied. "I think you would be the perfect person. The label I hate the most is being called a misogynist. I love women. I have a great respect for strong women... like you. I may not like interviews, but they've become a necessity. I'd love to limit all interviews to just your show. That is if you'd be willing to steer them the way I'd like. To push the narrative that I want." She began to realize what he was asking. He wanted softball interviews. He wanted to control them. It was something that she had never done in her career. "And what narrative would that be exactly, Mr. Bolden?" The Novelist His parents had only visited once. Tom much preferred to fly back and visit them in his childhood home in upstate New York. He felt uncomfortable having his mother there unannounced. She'd never been to his home. The last time she was in town he was living in a small duplex. He'd of course told his parents when he moved, but he never specified that he'd bought a house and naturally they assumed that at thirty years old he was still renting. It was no surprise that her teary eyes were as wide as saucers while he guided her from the expansive foyer, through the kitchen and deposited her on a plush, and rather comfortable, sofa. Tom pushed the matching ottoman over slightly and lifted her feet removing her shoes. He snatched the universal remote from the coffee table, and with a frenzied tap, the blinds on the far wall raised up slowly provided a floor to ceiling view of a lushly landscaped backyard as the warm morning light filled the room. Another tap and the soulful voice of Nina Simone poured softly out of the in-wall speakers. He knew she loved Nina. When he was a kid, this is what she listened to when she was feeling down. His mother stared at him operating with his natural ease, and she began to calm herself. "Wait here. I'll be right back. We'll chat, have a drink, and then I'll show you the house. I'm sure we each have plenty of questions." He said putting a reassuring touch on her arm. Tom returned a few minutes later with a bottle of champagne on ice, a carafe of fresh squeezed orange juice and a pair of champagne flutes placed on a serving tray. "Mimosas!" He smiled. "It sounds like we have a lot to talk about and I, for one, am going to need a drink. How about it?" "Thomas , it's 8am in the morning, and you're going to start drinking?" Her tone was not of disapproval. Rather it seemed to be a reflexive comment appropriate for a mother to say to her son. "So you want to tell me what a shmuck my father is without a drink then?" He asked pointedly. She wrapped her head around the last two weeks that led her to her son's home. With a deep sigh she simply stated, "Make mine with just a splash of orange. And then why don't you start by telling me how you can afford to rent a place like this. It's absolutely gorgeous! I was sure the cab driver was mistaken when he pulled up out front." Tom poured out two glasses and passed one along to his mother. "I guess I'm due in for a long explanation. I'm sorry. I was going to fly you and dad out for Christmas since it had been so long. The place isn't a rental. I bought it a couple years back. Writing is going better than expected." "It's yours!" She interjected. "But how? I thought you were barely getting along with your writing. Your father and I always thought you should have chosen a different profession. We... I... had no idea." "Well," he began, "my agent has done quite right by me the last few years, and I definitely fell into a bit of success writing some novels. I never wanted to brag to you and pop. I've always said I'm doing fine." Tom stopped and took a sip of his mimosa. Before he could finish the soft voice of Alexis came from the kitchen. "Sir, are you here?" She said as she walked inside through the French doors in the kitchen and placed his errant coffee mug in the sink. "Sir? I've started your computer, placed the partial manuscript on the desk next to the printer with a new red pen. I know you said that other one was running low. I switched out your music selection for the morning. And I need to discuss a last minute appointment for this afternoon..." She stammered on quite professionally. It was Wednesday and she loved Wednesdays. In the flurry of the past thirty minutes, Tom hadn't even considered that Alexis would be looking for him. She kept him on a tight schedule when he needed to get work done. Tom liked that about her. "You have an assistant?" His mom mouthed not wanting the other woman to hear her. "I...uh..." and that was all he got out as it suddenly occurred to him the awkwardness that was about to take place. It was too late to stop it. He cringed inside. "Not an assistant exactly, mom. Be nice." Alexis bounded around the corner and another realization struck him. It was Wednesday. Alexis loved Wednesdays because that was the day she was required to wear lingerie only. Today she had chosen a black corset that held her slim waist tight. The thin straps on the bottom of the corset were tautly holding her thigh high stockings in place. The straps themselves framed the black lace panties which seemed to follow every curve of her perfectly rounded ass. Her large, firm breasts hung down over the top of the corset. She had chosen the black Jimmy Choo stilettos he had bought her for her birthday. Her hair was down today flowing out in a long golden mane. He knew she had chosen it to inspire him. Although she looked amazing, Tom could not have been more embarrassed in front of his mother. "Oh, there you are, Sir! I was looking for you." She stammered as she entered the room. She stopped suddenly and followed his eyes over toward the sofa. "Oh, Sir, I apologize I didn't realize you had a guest! How thoughtless of me!" She leaned over the couch and extended her hand to the older woman, "My name is Alexis. How do you do?" The tilt of her torso as she reached out for her greeting had caused her breasts sway rather obscenely forward hanging down just in front his mother's face. Tom cringed again. Normally he wouldn't invite women into the house unless they knew the situation, and so it didn't occur to Alexis to be timid about her appearance. "Alexis. This is my mother..." Tom began before his mom had interjected. "Marie Bolden. Please call me, Marie." She tried not to focus on the perfect tanned orbs in front of her. She was confused at how comfortable this woman seemed with her nakedness, and in turn didn't know how to act. "Oh what an honor, Marie! Oh geez!" She snorted out. She often snorted when she got nervous. Tom found it endearing. She wrapped her hands around her voluminous chest, "I'm awfully sorry these have a mind of their own. How inappropriate to be waving them in your face! That's a bit embarrassing." "And you are?" Marie Bolden asked with a curious look at the odd situation unfolding. She wondered if she should pretend like this wasn't as uncomfortable as it felt. Alexis knew who she was. She was Sir's Alexis. His submissive. She'd never had to explain it to someone though, and wasn't sure what to say. She looked confounded for a moment and nervous that she might answer in a way he'd find disapproving. "Mom, don't go jumping to conclusions!" Tom chided allowing Alexis a respite. "Alexis is my absolute everything. If it weren't for her everything around here would fall to pieces." Alexis beamed inside at this answer. It was such an honor to be spoken of so highly. "Alexis, could you possibly put on something a bit more appropriate. And she could use some tissues and maybe something to eat." "Yes, Sir." She said disappearing around the corner. Marie looked at her son with arched eyebrows. "What on earth was that about?" She asked. "Is this how you're living out here? No wonder you don't visit anymore. And how long may I ask have you been seeing this woman? Is it serious? And why on earth does she call 'Sir'? Is she a girlfriend or employee? Please tell me you're not sleeping with an employee." "Mom, stop it! I'm not getting into this and stop probing my life. I'm sorry you two had to meet that way. I'd just like to pretend like that didn't just happen." "Well she likes you. A mother knows these things. I can see how she looked at my baby boy. And that outfit! Come on, no one actually looks like that in lingerie. She's stunning. Maybe just a touch too comfortable around others though." Tom sighed heavily. "Mom, if you don't stop then I'll check you into a hotel." It wasn't harsh the way it came out, and she knew enough to move on without taking offense despite whether she thought there was something odd and inappropriate about the attractive blonde prancing around her son's home half nude. Tom changed the subject, and focused his attention on the elephant in the room. "So," Tom continued. "What happened? Tell me everything." Marie drained her glass in one gulp, refilling it with a shaky hand. "I... well... I... oh geez... I dread recounting this. Well... um... here goes... I guess I knew something was wrong." She began in earnest. Her eyes welled back up as she began to recount the events. "He'd been acting strange for the last month or two. He'd thrown out his back pretty badly in December when he slipped on some ice shoveling the walkway. I... I made him see a doctor. You know how he is about doctors. Always the hero. But I made him, and they sent him to physical therapy. It was impossible to get him to go, and then he was insistent about not missing any appointments." Alexis arrived back in the room with a fruit salad and a box of tissues. Her previous attire had been swapped out for a lovely, lime green, tight v-neck tee shirt and pair of form fitting jeans. She had opted not to put on a bra, and Tom stared at the peaks of her nipples poking through the fabric. He loved this woman more than he ever let on. Alexis placed the tissues next to Marie, and glanced at Tom looking for some type of instruction. Normally she would kneel at his feet, but suddenly she didn't know how to behave. He eyed the couch next to his mother and she took a seat quietly. "Thank you, dear." She said dabbing her eyes with a tissue. She capped her glass with the last of the champagne. The alcohol had loosened her nerves. Marie had never been much a drinker, and few glasses had her just a bit tipsy. "So," She continued, "we hadn't had... um... slept together in... I can't even remember how long. I began to get suspicious. So I showed up at one of his appointments to meet his physical therapist. I assumed the worst of course. To my surprise and relief the therapist was a man. I felt so stupid for overreacting. So I sat and waited for your father to finish up and thanked the therapist. On the way out, I joked saying 'when do you think he'll be 100% in the sack?'" She sniffled again. "The therapist said 'Oh, well he was just joking around yesterday saying it's been better than ever. He said the massage therapy has really been helping his sore muscles and keeping him more limber than he's been in years.' I knew immediately something wasn't right, and I didn't even know he'd been getting massage therapy. I certainly hadn't been sleeping with him." She sobbed lightly. Alexis reached out taking her hand in between hers. Marie glanced at the young woman who had tears in her eyes as well. "It's okay." Alexis whispered having caught on to the gist of the story. "It's not your fault." Tom was amazed at the woman Alexis had become. She had been such a confused woman when he first met her two years ago -- unhappy, lost, empty. She had admitted as much in the first few months of her training. Now, she moved with purpose, empathy, confidence and, most impressively, grace. She had become the perfect accompaniment to Tom's dominant ease. "Wait?" Tom interjected carefully. "Did you confront him?" Marie cleared her throat again and prepared to continue. "No. You know him. I had nothing but a candid remark from a stranger that had barely spent any time with him. He'd say he was boasting or bragging, you know? A little fib amongst men. I... I knew there was truth to it, though. I felt it in my bones. So I waited and followed him." "It was a few days later that I waited outside his office. He'd been working late on Tuesdays. Some big project at work he said. I followed him home, and he turned off into a quiet neighborhood. I parked the car across the street. I saw him go in... and... I... I didn't think I could get out of the car. My legs felt like dead weights. I had to know though. So I took my phone and walked along the side of the house and peered through a window. Sure enough there was an entire therapeutic massage set up in the living room. Except..." She trembled recounting the image, "she was spread eagle on the massage table and he was fucking her." "You saw it?" Tom asked. "Oh, mom, I'm so sorry." "Saw it!" She said grabbing the phone from her purse. "I recorded it! I wasn't going to let him deny it. Here see for yourself. I don't want to look. I watched it a thousand times before I confronted him. I kept asking myself what she has outside of youth that made him forget his wife." The contempt was evident as she passed the phone to Tom. Tom pressed play, and watched the shaky video come to life. Sure enough his father was pounding away at some little tramp while she writhed and screamed beneath him. This was worse than he thought. Surely there was no going back when you saw the vivid account of his indiscretions. "Oh shit." He said quietly. "Oh shit is right." She assured him. "So that night, I asked him if everything was alright. He got closed off and defensive. 'I'm busy with work, Marie. I don't need you adding to the pressure.' That's what he said to me. We've been married for 32 years, Tom. Thirty-two! He thinks I can't sniff out his bullshit? We've known each other since we were fifteen years old -- high school fucking sweethearts." She huffed as the anger replaced the sorrow. "So I said to him 'Are you sure that's all? There's not anyone else? Another woman?' And he seethed at me. 'You're so melodramatic. If the attention isn't on you then I must be out fucking other women. I'm so upset with you right now. I bust my ass for you, for our family, and you come at me with accusations?'" Tom and Alexis were both listening with rapt attention as she continued the account. "So I apologized. He had never snapped at me like that in our entire marriage. I said, 'sorry, John. I just thought... well... I'm sorry... if you promise... then I believe you.' You see I played it coyly. He calmed down. He looked me right in the eye and brushed my hair back with the fingers that had been lodged in that little whore two hours earlier. And he said 'I promise.' So he turned to pour himself a drink. I took out the phone and I said 'Sorry works been hard, honey. Tell me is this the work that's been so tough to deal with.' And I set the phone down on the counter with the video of him playing with the volume turned all the way up. He looked at it, silent. Then he looked back at me. I said, 'don't bother, John. After thirty-two years... really? This is what I get, infidelity and bald faced lies?' He didn't respond. So I asked 'do you love her?' He said yes. The first words he spoke were that he loved her. 'Are you going to stop?' And you know what he says? 'I can't'. Are you kidding me? I had packed a bag already. So I looked at him and said 'I don't want much, John. Half the retirement, half the house, and few things of sentimental value. You can have the rest. I'll be at my sister's and she'll have someone contact you to settle things out.'" "So, that it's, Tom." She squeaked. "I've been staying with Aunt Jane for the last six days. She's handling the legal matters for me. Your dad started coming by her house to try and talk to me, and she suggested I get out of town. So I bought a ticket yesterday, and landed at 6am this morning." "I'm so, so sorry, mom." Tom said with the utmost sincerity. "I don't even know what to say. I'm angry. I'm so mad at him. How could he do this to you?" "Oh, sweetie, don't be angry. I'm angry. I have every right to be, but he's your father even if he proved to be a total fuck up in the end. I was worried about telling you. I'm worried about what I'm going to do. I'm fifty years young. I mean I'm not dead. But... It just seems a bit late to reinvent myself I guess." Alexis smiled broadly, "Marie, I think we can get you back on the market. You've still got it. We just need to get you back out there and show off all of this!" She gestured to Marie's body. Tom could tell that it made his mom smile to see this attractive woman compliment her. "I don't think I'm quite there yet. I was thinking a little R&R would do for now, and a long overdue visit with my son." "How long did you plan on staying?" He asked. "We'd be happy to have you stay as long as needed." "How does a month sound? Until everything settles out?" A month did not sound good to Tom at all. He wanted to be accommodating. He would love to have her stay that long if not longer. However, his home had become a complicated place. There is no way he'd be able to manage things with her snooping around and asking questions. "I think that sounds great, mom." It wasn't a lie. He'd just need to take some time think everything through. Tom excused himself to use the restroom leaving Alexis and Marie alone together. Marie stuffed her phone back in her purse, and Alexis noticed the paperback novel cover hidden amongst her belongings. "Doing some reading on the plane?" Alexis asked. "Oh, yes, I picked this up in the airport. I needed a little something to distract myself. I couldn't put it down. A real page turner. Have you read it?" Surely that seemed like a silly question to Alexis. Of course she had read it. It was Tom's third book. She had spent hours posing on her hands and knees naked in front of his desk while he wrote. He had whipped her during periods of writers block. He had cum on her face while she remained statuesque because the image of his cum dripping across her full lips seemed to inspire him. This book was an ode to her. It was special. She cherished it. He had signed a hardcover copy before its release just for her. Most importantly though was the very first page which read simply "To A -- my inspiration." "Of course." She said, "It's excellent, don't you agree?" "Well, between us girls, this really makes the lady bits tingle. How on earth does a book end up on the New York Times bestseller list when it's basically glorified porn? I mean the story is gripping, but it's so explicit." It occurred to Alexis in that moment, that Marie had no idea she was reading a novel written by her son. Alexis knew a tremendous amount about Tom, but not so much about his family. Tom seemed to have a reason for everything he did. So she just played along. It wasn't her place to say anything without permission. "Yes." She chuckled. "Deliciously graphic. Have you read any of his other novels?" "Not yet, but I've got a feeling I'm going to be reading them soon. My sister turned me on to this writer. She said these books get her through a lot of lonely nights, if you know what I mean. Now let's talk about you two, Alexis. Dish." Alexis couldn't help but squirm at the absolute naughtiness thinking of a mother being turned on by the twisted musings of her own son. For that matter, Tom's own Aunt had been getting herself off while reading his books. Alexis had a very dark place inside her that moistened with these revelations. Years ago she would have been ashamed of such feelings, but that girl was long gone. "Dish what?" Alexis replied knowingly. "You. My son. What's going on with you two? Come on, fill me in on my little boy's life." Alexis laughed openly. "Marie, these are questions you should ask your son. If you're asking me if I love him, then yes. The answer is yes. Tom is an amazing man. Complicated but amazing." Marie had never thought of her son as complicated, and she wondered what the blonde knew about him that made her think so. She brushed off the curiosity and kept pressing, "So he's fucking this up? He better take his blinders off and recognize what a beautiful woman he has here." She leaned in and whispered, "Not every woman is willing to dress up like that for her man. I hope he appreciates it." The Novelist Alexis laughed again. "I can see where he gets some of his sharp wit and his charm. Marie, your son is one of the most intelligent and truly special men I've ever met. Don't draw any assumptions about him. I'm sure you know he has an ability to surprise people frequently. I've never met anyone that knows how to treat a woman like he does. Now stop trying to get me in trouble!" Marie couldn't have been more relieved to be three thousand miles from her problems. She very much enjoyed seeing her son for the first time since he had flown to visit her a year ago. There was just something that seemed slightly off. There was clearly a side of his life that he kept hidden from her. It made her sad to think he didn't share everything. She'd had a bit to drink and an emotional last couple of days. She was sure that she was just fragile and overreacting. Tom strolled back in freshly relieved. He picked up his remote and turned off the music. Taking his mother's hand he guided her up onto her tipsy feet and began a tour of the house. She had been in the spacious living room. She'd noted the bamboo hardwood, the oversized pots with tall, flowing Tiger Palms. The walls were decorated in tasteful art. The sofas and chairs a lovely cream color. The furniture crafted of rich, dark wood. There was a large fireplace on the far wall with a beautiful stone chimney. Marie noticed the pictures that covered the various surfaces. Her son, whom she often thought about, had a much more exciting life than he had ever acknowledged. She noted pictures of him at fancy parties with plenty of friends. He looked confident and commanding in his photos. She admired his disarming smile. Tom took her through the large dining room. He pointed out the breakfront with an array of crystal and silver. The inlayed dining table was adorned with crystal candlesticks and a large fruit bowl with impeccably arranged produce. The floor covered by an antique Persian rug. From there he took her to the kitchen, pointing out the powder room on the way. Marie stopped to relieve herself before carrying on. The kitchen itself was warm and well used, but each item was of the utmost quality. Stainless steel appliances balanced the granite counter tops. He had told her to help herself to anything in the fridge, which Alexis kept well stocked. He breezed easily through each room adding tidbits of information on where he purchased this or who had given him that. Marie admired his movements. He was a man. His features looked wiser, his person so mature. Marie had spent so much time in upstate New York worrying about him struggling through an artist's career. In reality he was living a charmed life built of his own ability. She envied him. She envied the stunning woman on his arm. She watched Alexis follow him so gracefully and so attentive. Marie thought this woman was lucky, not just because she loved her son, but because her son was going to have everything he wanted in this life. The more she watched him, the more she felt it was preordained in his movements and in his modesty and in his taste. Tom whisked her through the French doors and into the back yard. Marie's eyes widened at the tranquil solitude. She stood on a raised flagstone patio with a small wrought iron breakfast table and plush sitting area. He stepped her down onto the pebble walkway that stretched out in either direction; one leading to the guest house where he worked and the other stretching to a beautiful pool and spa. There was a natural looking rock waterfall that fed the pool with filtered water. The yard was filled with palms and ferns and birds of paradise. Tall, thick bamboo shoots provided a natural cover around the edges of the property offering privacy. Tom had some mature Plumeria trees planted in the yard, and their yellow and white flowers popped with amazing color against the green lawn. Marie walked to the edge of the pool and dipped her toe into the cool water. The August sun was coming up overhead quickly. It was already warm outside and it would soon be hot. Marie looked off to the side of the pool and saw a separate eating area with a large built-in stone counter with stainless steel barbeques. The intricacy and detail of everything was so foreign to her. This was far from the life that she had been living, and far from the way he had been raised. "Tom, it's absolutely beautiful." She whispered in awe. "I just don't understand how you can afford it all." Tom smiled widely. "Haven't I always said not to worry about me? Haven't I always said that I'm doing fine?" "This is not 'doing fine' this is 'doing exceptionally well'. All this is from writing?" She asked. "Yes." "And the guest house is it as stunning as the rest of this place?" "That is my office. I prefer that no one disturbs me there. It's my sanctuary." "Oh." She replied. "Not even Alexis goes in there?" "Mom, Alexis can go anywhere she pleases. Now, let's head back inside and get your bags up to your room. If you'd like you can take a bath, and relax." Alexis beamed with happiness. She'd never heard Tom speak so approvingly about her. She'd always known that he loved her and that she was important to him, but she wasn't used to hearing him express it so effortlessly. He had once asked her about six months into their relationship if it bothered her that he was training other women. She knew where he was going with it, and she stopped him before he could finish. She'd been his first. That meant enough to her, and she didn't want to take away from the excitement that came with the other women in his life. She thought being monogamous would be an insult to his nature. She didn't want that. She liked this version of him; she preferred it. "Sir," She said softly. "I have an appointment at the spa this afternoon. Would it be alright if I invited Marie to join me?" "Oh that would be lovely, Alexis! I'd like that very much." Marie chirped. "That sounds good. Maybe I can get some work done today after all." Tom responded. With that Tom led his mother up to a guest room on the second floor. She noted that the interior design carried upstairs as well. Tom opened a door at the end hall, and guided his mother into a lovely room. Filling the center of the room was a beautiful four poster bed with sheer drapes that hung down elegantly. The bed was neatly made with all white bedding. He opened a large walk-in closet and placed her bags inside. "Here you go, mom. You should have everything you need. Feel free to put your stuff away in the closet. You have a private bathroom through that door, and the French doors over there lead out to a patio. Oh, there's a remote on the nightstand. It's pretty self-explanatory. It operates the ceiling fan, the TV, stereo and lights." He walked over and kissed his mom on the cheek and gave her another comforting hug. "I'm sorry about everything. I don't want you to worry about a thing while you're here. You're my guest. I love you." With that Tom turned to leave. "Tom?" His mom choked out as he got to the door. Her voice was fragile again, and he could tell she was trying hard to keep her emotions in check. He turned around to face her. "I... I just... thank you." It was so sincere. He smiled and then slowly closed the door behind him offering her some privacy. ******** Tom walked swiftly towards the master bedroom at the opposite end of the hall. Now that he was alone he felt a surge of anger bubbling inside him towards his father. His mind raced to figure out the complications that were inevitably going to reveal themselves over the next month. He entered the bedroom and closed the door. Alexis knelt in the entrance nude with her head tilted down and her hands placed on her knees. He hadn't even gotten a word out before she spoke. "Sir, I'm certain I must have done something wrong this morning. I deeply apologize for offending you or your mother." She was very pointed about her choice of words and her articulation. "Sir, this girl is ready for her punishment." Tom flashed his wry smile. His heart swelled for this woman. She had put on her thick padded bondage collar, and placed a narrow, hard, braided leather crop in front of her knees. He reached out and placing his index finger under her chin and lifted her head until she met his gaze. Her large blue doe eyes looked back at him with admiration. "Why this one, Alexis?" He asked curiously referring to the crop. "Sir, I dangled my big titties in your mom's face and embarrassed you. My selfish presence meant that you had to lie to her about how important I am to you. Sir, it's going to be very hard for you to meet your obligations while she's here, and the marks from this crop will remind me to stay on my toes." Tom reached down and picked up the crop in his hands. Alexis immediately slid forward pressing her breasts into the floor. She spread her knees slightly and pulled her stomach down lifting her ass high into the air. Her arms were bent at the elbows in ninety degree angles so her forearms pointed straight in front of her with her palms face down. ******** Marie felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. She was glad she had listened to her sister about getting out of town. She felt better having explained her pending divorce to her son. She had worried about it for days. She was certain that her little boy would be shattered by the revelation. All her worries were now gone. She realized she didn't have a little boy any longer. Marie needed a strong man in her life right now. She needed a man that loved her unconditionally. She always assumed her husband was that guiding force, but today she recognized that her own son was a more confident and sympathetic man than her husband could ever be. She opened the door to the private bathroom. She took in the sight of the Spanish tiled floor. A long granite counter stretched the length of the far wall with dual sinks and framed vanity mirrors. To her right, an oversized Jacuzzi tub sat partially sunken into the floor. The tiled edges of the tub were filled with fragrant floral candles and well-manicured orchids and lilies. To the left was the toilet with its own door for additional privacy. Butted against the water closet was an impressive seamless glass shower. Marie just couldn't wrap her head around it. The last two weeks had been a rollercoaster of epiphanies and intense emotions. She lost her husband and best friend. Now, she discovered that she didn't even know her own son. His life seemed unreal. She was a simple girl from the northeast that raised a good boy. How could she know so little about him? She twisted the faucet on the tub and stopped the drain filling it with hot water. She looked for a towel and wash cloth, and found none. She padded down the hall toward the master bedroom. Before she could raise her hand to knock, she heard voices coming through the other side. Marie had always been a nosy woman when it came to those around her. She couldn't help herself most of the time. She liked to be in the know, and if she thought a little eavesdropping might garner any juicy gossip then she would certainly try. She heard Alexis talking to her son. It was a bit muffled, so she pressed her ear to the door. She believed that she heard a reference to 'dangling big titties' and something about his obligations. Marie assumed she was apologizing for her rather indecent display earlier. That made sense, but still something seemed odd about this relationship. The woman was stunning, though. She had never been one to admire other women, but even Marie had to admit that Alexis had an amazing body. She thought about walking around the house in lingerie. The thought of walking around so confidently while being so exposed was exciting to her. She didn't know why but she was turned on by Alexis. She was turned on by her beauty, but also her effortless ability to take care of her man. 'Her man' she thought, wasn't she supposed to say her son? But he was a man. The voices quieted on the other side of the door, and Marie was getting ready to search for the towels on her own. Better to not disturb them as she already felt like a nuisance. She was startled by a loud thwack, and she carefully placed her ear back against the door. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. She caught her breathe and kept herself from making a sound. It sounded like Tom was whipping her. Marie's mind was reeling at the thought. She wondered what exactly was going on between them. ******** Tom stood back after the last blow. The streaks across her ass were darkening slowly. He hadn't hit her too hard, but she had chosen his most painful crop. Alexis remained absolutely still waiting until she was given permission to move. Tom took a moment to admire her. He loved to watch her in a submissive pose. She looked incredibly natural and beautiful when she presented herself to him. He watched the lines darken to a light a bruise. He was content. The bruising was light and it would fade away by the next morning. Tom hadn't wanted to punish her. She hadn't done anything wrong in his eyes. She was a victim of poor timing. He knew in part, that she had presented the crop because she needed the punishment. It made her feel alive and more submissive when she was punished and Tom always knew just how far to push her with the strength of each blow. He stepped back and began removing his clothing. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs parted. "Bring me your mouth." He requested. "Yes, Sir." Alexis pulled herself up from the floor and crawled between his legs. She stopped and stared at his cock as it twitched in front of her. She smiled. He saw the look on her face. It wasn't like her to pause before taking him into her mouth. "What is it?" He asked. "Tell me." "I... I just thought of the first time I knelt before you, Sir. The first time I saw your cock. Sir, I don't think I've ever talked to you about that day. The first time I saw this cock I knew I could never be happy without it. It's amazing, Sir. It's just so big and thick and the way it twitches when it's hard and how completely full it makes me feel when you're inside me. I just want to say thank you, Sir. All the girls thank you. They've all told me in private that you satisfy them in ways they've never experienced before." She looked up at him with watery eyes. "Sir, the things you said today to your mom... the things about me... you don't have to treat me differently from the other girls... I..." "Shhh." He stopped her for a moment and cupped her cheek in his hand wiping away the tears forming in her eyes. "You are different from the other girls, Alexis. The things I said about you were all true. I've never said it out loud to you before. I never thought I had to. You are the most important person in my life." The tears overwhelmed her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She place one hand on each of his knees as she knelt in front of him. They were tears of joy and happiness. She didn't say anything. He knew how she felt about him. She never had to say it. She said it every action and breath and movement. Her life was about showing him how much she cared. Alexis tilted her head down to his cock. She opened her mouth wide and slid it all the way back into her throat. She gurgled as she forced the last few inches into her airway, and then pulled back slowly with tight lips until it popped out of her mouth. It had taken her months to control her reflexes and take him all way. She loved it. She began licking his shaft up and down holding the heavy length of it in her hand. "Oh, yes." He groaned as she pleasured him. "And the balls, Alexis. You know how I enjoy that." "Yes, Sir." Alexis was more attentive than ever in her effort to thank him for saying those words to her. She sucked him like a proper slut -- jerking, stroking, sucking, licking -- until she knew he was ready to explode. "Where would Sir like to put his cum?" Tom didn't answer. He stood and aimed his cock towards her breasts and exploded. His load was big and thick covering her thoroughly. She knelt perfectly still enjoying the feel of the hot liquid hitting her flushed skin. When he was finished, he leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "Let that dry. When you go to the spa be sure to tell Abby that I left it there just for her and to clean you off." "Yes, Sir." She replied with a wide grin. ******** Maria rushed back toward her room as fast as she could. She closed the door and leaned her back against it breathing heavily. Her world was spinning out of control. She rushed into the bathroom and turned off the water just before it crested the top of the tub. Sitting in a chair in the corner of the room was a stack of fresh towels. How had she missed that? She wished she had seen them there earlier and hadn't walked down to her son's room. She wished she hadn't overheard the two of them. Or did she? She was so confused. She felt the water and thought a good soak would help her nerves. She began to disrobe placing her clothes on the counter. She looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. She sighed heavily. She was self-conscious about her age. She wasn't overweight, but her once taut stomach showed a hint of extra padding. Her breasts hung down lower on her chest. She cupped them, lifted them up, and held them where they used to sit when she was younger, like Alexis' had looked earlier. They weren't soft and saggy she noted. They just hung lower. The perils of growing older when you're a big chested woman. She turned sideways and looked at her profile. Her ass was still firm, but it had gotten fuller over the years. She glanced at her legs and smiled. She was proud of her legs. They always looked great. Her skin was still smooth thanks to her careful use of creams and moisturizers. She faced the mirror again and stepped closer seeing the hints of gray in the roots of her hair. She could fix that at the salon. Lastly she ran her hand down into the nest of pubic hair over her pussy. The thick blonde curls seemed awfully passé in the new dating world. She'd never shaved in her entire life. Perhaps she'd have to reconsider her old ways. As her hand moved over her pussy she could feel that she was soaking wet. She felt her heart racing again. What had she heard again? Spanking? Whipping? She thought of the book she'd been reading on the plane. She had thought when reading it that no one actually lived that way. Maybe she had misunderstood what she thought she heard. Perhaps she had the book fresh in her mind and she was making assumptions. Her mind moved to the conversation she heard after the strange sounds. That was something she certainly didn't misconstrue. Alexis had thanked her son. She had recounted the first time she knelt in front of him. The thought of it sent shivers through Marie's body. Alexis could easily have any man. She was a statuesque, graceful beauty. Why would she kneel before her son? He was a sweet boy, wasn't he? The day had already provided so many new surprises about his life. Was this just another one? She recounted the rest of what she'd heard and it sent her into a frenzy. Alexis had described her son's cock. The words she used created such a vivid image in Marie's mind. What was it again? "So big and thick"? She said it made her feel so full when he's inside her. "How big could it be," Marie whispered to herself. She hadn't yet realized her hand was rubbing her clit furiously and her eyes were screwed shut. She was lost in thought. Alexis had called it amazing. What makes a cock amazing? Was he some sort of amazing lover? And there was more. What on earth did she mean by "all the girls"? How many women was he sleeping with? Did they know about each other? Maybe just Alexis knew that there were others. Maybe she just misunderstood everything. The questions were killing Marie, but every question she asked herself made her pussy drip a little more. The Novelist Marie was moaning loudly now. Her fingers worked her pussy with deft precision. The sound of Alexis slurping her son's cock playing over and over in her mind. What did her son say again right before that? "Bring me your mouth". Bring me your mouth! Marie was so confused. She didn't know why these crass words were turning her on. Maybe it was the hot blonde's willingness to kneel and suck that made her so horny. Bring me your mouth! Yes, Sir. Marie's legs began to give way as she repeated the statements out loud. She slid to the floor as she began to cum. Marie Bolden hadn't cum that hard in years. She was certain that she had never cum that hard on her own. Her eyes opened and she was staring at herself in the full length mirror in front of her. She was sprawled on the floor legs wide, her fingers still pumping her pussy. She looked obscene. She should have been embarrassed or ashamed of herself, but Marie hadn't felt so alive in her life. Instead of taking her fingers out of her pussy, she pushed in a third and tried shoving them deeper. The water in the bath was cooling off quickly. Marie managed to get her fingers out her pussy just long enough to crawl to the shower. She turned on the hot water laid down on the shower floor and began touching herself again. She never needed to be fucked so badly in her life. She wondered what it would be like to have a big cock inside her. She'd only slept with one man, and his dick had been satisfactory at six inches. It never occurred to her that she was missing anything until now. Until "all the girls" said that her son had the most amazing cock they'd ever had. She slipped into orgasmic bliss again, shaking under the warm spray of water. By the time Marie had gotten out of the shower and changed into some more appropriate clothes it was almost noon. She had put her things away in the closet, which she found to be vastly nicer than the one at home. She thought it novel to have one of those custom closets with drawers, shelves, hanging racks, shelves for shoes and its own full length mirror. It made everything so orderly. She had put on a full length skirt that flowed in a way that flattered her ass, and a loose, peach colored blouse. She opted not to wear panties or a bra since she was feeling just slightly naughty after her shower. She made her way downstairs. She thought she would sit out by to the pool until it was time to go. She brought her book with her. She could hear Tom and Alexis chatting as she passed by the living room, so she stopped in for a moment. "Well hello, you two!" She was pleased with how chipper she was sounding again. "Hi, mom! You look gorgeous. Did you sleep?" "Well thank you." She said doing a twirl. Her breasts swayed under her shirt catching both Alexis and Tom's attention. "That room is amazing. I'm never leaving! I did rest a little, and I feel wonderful. I'm just waiting for our spa day." "I see you're doing some reading." Tom nodded toward the paperback in her hand. Alexis smiled coyly. "Oh." She stammered. "Yeah, just something I picked up at the airport." Marie's face blushed a deep crimson. "Didn't know you were into those kinds of books." Tom chided her. "I'll have you know this is a New York Time's bestseller, mister. So I guess lots of people are into these kinds of books. And besides I'm a soon to be single woman, so let me have my fun. If I want to read smut, then I'll read smut. Sheesh." She turned toward Alexis and asked "Are we leaving soon?" "Twenty minutes, Marie. I'm just going over a few things with his schedule." Alexis had been holding the large tablet remote, and tapping away at the screen. Marie looked up and saw that a calendar of appointments had appeared on the large plasma TV on the wall. She still had trouble wrapping her head around all the technology. "I'll be out by the pool with my smut. Come find me when you're ready." She trotted off toward the kitchen. "Well she seems in a much better mood, Sir." Alexis noted. "She does. I can't imagine what she must be going through though. I can't believe my dad hasn't even tried to call me. I bet he was hoping to patch things up before I found out." "Do you think they will, Sir?" She asked. "Patch things up? Would you? After that story, and knowing them for my entire life, I'm pretty certain it's over. You don't know my Aunt Jane. She's probably tearing him a new asshole in court already. She never liked him." Tom glanced out the window and saw his mom sitting in a lounge chair poolside. "She looks happy at the moment. Lexi, despite what happens around here, I'll make sure she stays happy until she's back on her feet. Understand?" She blushed. She loved it when he called her Lexi. "Yes, Sir. I understand completely. What... um... what do I do when she asks questions? She already tried to corner me earlier today while you were in the bathroom." "Deflect as much as possible. She doesn't know you that well yet so it won't seem that strange. Just do things as you normally would and let the chips fall where they may. She needs a girlfriend right now. You'll have to be there for her. I'm asking you to do that... for me." He paused contemplating things for a minute. "And, I guess you'll have to stay clothed around the house, which breaks my heart a little. Dress sexy. You already put your tits in her face it couldn't get much worse than that. And no kneeling with her around. Outside of that we'll take it one day at a time. You're going to be in a tough position. I realize that." "Yes, Sir." She said. "Now if I may discuss some other matters, Sir. Jen called this morning on my cell, and begged to get some time with you today. She said it was important. That she's been very bad. What do you think? Will you have time?" "She said she'd been 'very bad'" He asked with a wide grin. "Yes, Sir. Very bad." "Call her now. Tell her she has 15 minutes to show up not a second more." "Oh, Sir! Okay. I wish I could be here for that." Alexis was genuinely disappointed, but she knew her place. She knew that others needed Sir too. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. Tom stood up and fixed himself a drink in the kitchen. He needed to get some writing done. He needed to get something on the page. Alexis walked out to the pool and gathered his mom. They made their way inside a few minutes later. She grabbed her keys and pocket book, and Tom walked them to the door giving each woman a kiss on the cheek. ******** Alexis and Marie loaded into the small SUV in the driveway, and pulled out slowly just as a petite figure went bounding up the front steps of the house checking her watch repeatedly like a woman possessed. Alexis watched a bit forlorn that she wouldn't be there for him. She wished that she would be the visual stimulation for any writing he did today. She had started the day with that in mind. She had chosen her outfit specifically for him. Now, things had gotten turned upside down. He would use Jen instead. She wasn't jealous. She was envious. "I just want to say thank you, Alexis. I think a spa day will be just what I need. I haven't treated myself in a long time. Will they be able to do my hair there too? I could use a color." Marie took in the scenery as they headed toward Beverly Hills. "Aw. You're welcome, Marie. It's nice to have company. You'll love this place. It's full service -- hair, facials, manicure, pedicure, massage. Basically anything you need they can do." "Shouldn't we have made an appointment?" Marie asked. "Will they be able to squeeze me in?" "Don't worry. I know someone there. We should be fine." Alexis said cheerily. Each woman seemed content. "Um. If it's not inappropriate to say, you seem awfully relaxed considering everything you're going through." Marie was relaxed because she had made herself cum more that morning than she had in the last six months. It was true though. She was feeling much better now that she was out of New York and away from her troubles. "Oh please, we're on a girl's day out! You don't have to feel bad about some gossiping. As for my pending divorce, I don't feel bad about it. I'm sure I wouldn't have said that a few days ago. When you've been with someone as long as we've been married you go through a lot. Ups and downs. Sometimes you grow apart. I think we did. I think we grew apart years ago. Does it hurt to have the person that's been your best friend betray you? Of course. I think maybe it'll be a good thing though. I can't hide from the things that've made me feel so empty the last few years. Not anymore. I can finally think about moving forward and starting the next chapter in my life. For better or worse." "So you think it's over then? For sure?" "I think it's been over for a long time, dear. I guess that's what I'm saying. The only reason I'd stay with him any longer is for Tom... and... I mean shit, he's not my fragile little boy any longer I suppose. I don't even know when he grew up. I'm so proud of him... but... I hardly recognize him. He's so mature. I was terrified showing up without talking to him. I guess I was terrified that he'd take the news poorly, or worse that he'd hate me and take his father's side. After this morning, I'm not worried any more. You were right about what you said earlier. He has an ability to surprise people." Marie looked over and noticed the glowing smile on Alexis' face. "Hey! What's that smile about?" Alexis laughed. She had such a beautiful laugh. It suited her and the way she carried herself -- graceful and elegant. She was beaming though. Tom's words were still fresh in her mind. The last few years had been amazing, but today seemed particularly special. It wasn't just the things he'd said to her. It was being in the car with this woman, his mother. It was Tom asking her for help with such a personal and difficult matter. Talking to Marie let her get a sense of Tom's childhood and the life he had growing up. She felt like she was a part of his family. She felt closer to him than ever. She blushed. "Nothing." "That doesn't look like nothing! Him?" Marie asked. Her face got even redder. She looked over at Marie feeling just a little embarrassed. "Yes. Him. It's always about him. Always." Marie had certainly thought there was something strange going on in the house earlier. Maybe things still seemed a bit strange to her. One thing she knew for certain was that this girl didn't just love her son; she loved him unconditionally in a way that defied words. And, it seemed, from Alexis' little statements and the way she spoke about him that her son knew exactly how to make her happy. A part of her tried to remember back to her teenage years with John, and she wondered if she had ever been as happy as Alexis seemed, even in the beginning of her marriage. She didn't think so. Both girls sat quietly for the next few minutes until they pulled up to the valet. Marie and Alexis walked in to the upscale salon and spa. This place belonged in Beverly Hills, Marie thought to herself as they approached the counter. She picked up a thick menu book with a list of every conceivable treatment one could imagine. She noted the prices and nearly choked. Cut and color, $500. Facial, $200, Manicure, $150. Marie couldn't afford these prices. She reddened with embarrassment. She had really wanted to treat Alexis as a thank you for letting her crash in on them unannounced. "Alexis, darling! How are you?" The sing-song voice echoed off the bare modern walls causing quite a stir. Francesca was running, if you could call it that, from the back of the spa. Her tall heels clacked on the floor and the tight white skirt of her business suit barely allowed her legs any stride at all. The result was a rather amusing and excited waddle. Marie contemplated the woman as she approached. She seemed to be a flurry of excitement. There was nothing about her that looked out of place as if she belonged in a storefront window. Her white Chanel suit hugged her thighs and ass quite perfectly. The jacket buttoned snugly in the front and it appeared there was nothing underneath. She could see the edges of an intricate lace bra holding her bust together leaving very little to the imagination. She noted her long nails with a perfect French manicure; her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and her olive skin was completely flawless. Marie was feeling very out of place. Francesca grabbed onto Alexis's arms and pulled her forward kissing both cheeks, "Buongiorno, Alexis! I've been so excited to see you today." She spoke with a noticeable Italian accent. "Buongiorno, Fran!" Francesca noticed Marie for the first time, "Lo sonno imbarazzata! Alexis, you didn't tell me you had a guest! No matter, no matter. I assume she needs to be prepared, no?" Francesca had a habit of gesticulating with her hands, and Marie was taken aback by the visual fracas it created. "No, no. She's..." Alexis struggled on how to phrase this, "Fran, this is Marie Bolden, Tom's mom, visiting us from out of town for an extended stay. She just arrived this morning." Alexis had brought a variety of women to meet with Francesca. The Italian woman liked to refer to it as 'preparing' them because it was always at Tom's direction. She knew that he liked his women to be pampered and well groomed. Francesca was silenced by Alexis' introduction. She took Marie's hands in hers and leaned forward kissing her cheeks far gentler than she had Alexis'. "Mrs. Bolden, let me say what an absolute pleasure it is to have you here in my salon. What can I do for you? You tell me and we'll get you taken care of right away. How much time do you have with us?" She was genuinely honored to meet Tom's mother. On some level it made her slightly nervous. "Well thank you. It's very nice to meet you too. And... please call me Marie. I... um..." She glanced back at the menu book. She wasn't going to be able to afford almost anything. "I don't have an appointment... and..." Alexis interrupted and leaned in to talk in confidence amongst the three of them. "Fran, Marie just caught her husband cheating on her. She's out visiting while the divorce gets worked out. We need to make her look fabulous." "Ugh! Men!" Francesca stated with disdain. "First marriage? First marriage never works. After my third husband, I say "no" to this marriage thing." Francesca stamped her foot as she said no, which was indicative of her feistiness. Francesca grabbed the menu from her hands. She turned around and eyed the little brunette behind the counter aimlessly flipping through pages of In Style magazine looking quite bored. Francesca banged the counter repeatedly startling both Marie and the brunette, and then barked out a long-winded diatribe in Italian. She turned back around and then excitedly took Marie's hand and began walking with her, "Ah, such a stupid girl! Now, I've cleared the afternoon for you. Let me have a look at you." She stopped for a moment to size her up, and Marie eyed Alexis looking helpless and confused by this woman. "Relax, Marie. Francesca knows exactly what she's doing. You'll be okay." She said amused. Marie tried to get a word in edgewise. "But I'm not sure I can afford..." Francesca cut her off in an instant looking genuinely insulted. She glanced at Alexis and then back at Marie. "Afford?! Marie, you don't pay me for the honor! Alexis doesn't pay me for the honor! Not now, not ever! Not in my place! Enough of this talk!" She paused to breathe and then launched right back in. She grabbed a few strands of hair looking at its condition. "Now you need a cut and color. No, no. You need a massage first. Yes? How can we do anything until you're relaxed, yes? Then a facial!" She reached out intrusively feeling her skin. "Ah! You have beautiful skin. You take care of it. Good, good. So, facial. Let me see your hands. Come on. Give them here. Uh huh, manicure. Yes! And pedicure too! You need waxing? You'll be single! Of course you need waxing! We'll do waxing first! Then massage. Trust me. Trust me. You'll be fabulous." She spun her around examining her carefully. "Hmm. We should send someone out for new clothes, yes? Shush, shush. Don't interrupt. Yes. New clothes and shoes. Alexis? This is a good idea, no?" Alexis just shrugged. She was always amused with Francesca, and thought it best to let Marie have the experience. Francesca huffed at Alexis' non-response. "Yes, yes. New dress. New shoes. Don't worry, Marie. It'll be a gift from me for having such a wonderful son. Let me see, now. Size six, yes? Shoes? Size seven. Yes, yes. That's right. I know these things. Good, good. This is all very good." Then as suddenly as she started, she stopped. Francesca let out an astoundingly loud whistle bringing everyone in the establishment to a halt. She began barking out in Italian again, and within minutes Marie was swept away into the recesses of the spa. Alexis was pleased. She kissed Francesca, not on the cheeks, but rather directly on her lips. "Sir will be pleased, Fran. I'll be sure to let him know how gracious you were. Now, have Abby meet me in the back. I have instructions for her." Francesca was pleased as well. She knew if she took care of Marie that he would reward her tenfold. She was a high energy woman, and Tom was the only one that truly knew how to keep her in check. Alexis walked back to one of the private treatment rooms. She carefully removed her clothes and then leaned back on the table. Within minutes the door opened, and Abby entered. Abby was an unassuming, fairly plain girl. At just twenty-six, she was attractive with small pert breasts, shoulder length brown hair and big brown eyes. She was one of the most naturally submissive women Tom had ever met. She begged him repeatedly to train her. Tom had agreed under the condition that she submit to both him and Alexis. He had given her to Alexis as a gift. Alexis visited the spa often, and she appreciated the additional pleasure that Abby provided. Abby stripped as soon as the door closed and dropped to her knees. "Good afternoon, mistress." "Come over here, Abby." Alexis directed. She took Abby's hand and brought it to her chest letting her feel the dried cum. "Do you not what that is?" "Yes, mistress." "Sir left that there for you. He said you are to clean me off thoroughly with your tongue, and I am to report back on your performance. I'm dirty, Abby, and I'm waiting." Alexis laid back on the table as the young woman attacked her breasts. Alexis had never been more content than she was submitting to Tom, but she couldn't deny the excitement it gave her to dominate this young woman. Abby was so eager to please her. She moaned softly and enjoyed the attention she was getting. "Once I'm clean I expect you to lick my pussy." Abby looked up with hopeful eyes. "Did Sir request that too?" "No, Abby, I'm telling you to do that. I haven't cum yet today, and you know how much I enjoy your little slut tongue on me." "Yes, mistress." She said before bringing her tongue back down to her chest. Abby wished it had been fresh cum. She wished it were still hot and wet. Licking the dried mess made her happy nonetheless and she diligently attended to her duty. ******** Tom had been thinking about how he would handle a session with Jen. He usually liked more time to think things through. He hadn't seen her in over a month, and he knew that at some point she'd crack and beg for a session. With his new houseguest, the timing worked out poorly. Jen was a tricky case. Francesca had sent her to him eight months ago. Her husband passed a few years back, and she was left with twin boys, now nine years old. She was protective of her children, and particular about whom she let into her life. She wasn't interested in remarrying, but she desperately needed an outlet for her sexual needs. The Novelist Jen was a manic, petite little woman. She stood only five feet tall and had a very fit, athletic frame. Her breasts weren't large, but they appeared so on her small body. She had been enthusiastic when she first met Tom. She wanted to be tied up on their first session. Tom soon discovered many wonders that this little woman had to offer. She loved to be whipped. She was one of those rare women whose endorphins fired much the same way from pleasure as from pain. The other thing that shocked him was her ability to squirt. Both of these were revelations to Jen as well. Until she met Tom, she had never considered herself overly sexual. Now she had become addicted to these sessions. Jen had bolted through the open front door, into the kitchen, out the back door and headed straight to the guesthouse. She had less than a minute left and had raced all the way there. Her life was chaotic with work and her children. It was very difficult to find the time to see Tom. Today had opened up last minute, and she was desperate to feel the things he made her feel. The door to the guesthouse was ajar and she darted in as quickly as she could. She hadn't seen the foot kick out in front of her, she began to fall and felt his hands grab her in midair and crash her to the ground. She was dazed as she felt his knee push into her back. "Shut the fuck up." Tom barked. He roughly grabbed her hands pulling them behind her back and secured them with a plastic zip tie. He grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled them down and off. Tom had to admit that it turned him on tremendously treating her like a little whore. His cock was already hard. He rubbed the crotch of her panties feeling the wetness. "What a fucking whore." He whispered. His lips were close to her ear so she could feel his breath. "You've be very bad, huh? You know what happens to very bad whores." It was a statement, not a question. Jen knew very well what happened to bad little whores, and she craved the ill treatment. Tom reached between her legs again and wrapped the fabric of her cotton panties in his hand and ripped them off. He kept his knee on her back as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. His cock sprang free and twitched in the air. He took its rigid length in his hand and slapped it down on her ass. She let loose an audible gasp. She needed that cock as much as she needed a crop or whip or paddle or whatever other implement he chose to use on her. Tom moved back and wiped the head of his cock along the wet slit of her pussy. He pushed forward feeling it slip inside her slowly and then rammed forward sinking its full length all the way to his balls. Jen was trapped under the weight of his body. His wide chest crushed her into the floor and his thick cock made her feel split open in the most debased way. He pumped into her with a few long strokes. He felt her tighten around his cock knowing she was getting close to her climax already. He pulled himself out leaving her unfulfilled. She loved and hated him for the conflicting emotions that he made her feel, but it was feeling all of these emotions at war within her that she needed most. When she was about to explode in bliss, he caused her pain. When the pain seemed almost too much, he gave her such pleasure. When she was weary from the intensity of the experience he made her cum and squirt with such blinding satisfaction that she thought about nothing else until their next encounter. Tom lifted her small body from the floor with ease. He bent her over the thick padded bench in the middle of the room and began to tie her down. Tom found an amazing calmness in the act of tying a woman into tight rope bondage. He enjoyed the time it took to make each rope wrap around her in just the right way. He enjoyed figuring out the best knots to use. In the end, he enjoyed seeing how erotic it looked to have her exposed to him helplessly. Consequently, Jen felt an incredible sense of satisfaction from being bound tight with his ropes. She loved the feel of the rope on her skin. Her real pleasure came from the lack of control. She worked hard. She was an excellent mother. However, it took an amazing amount of planning and control to hold her life together. Every day was some combination of routine events on specific timelines. Wake up, make lunches, wake up kids, make breakfast, take kids to school, go to work, get home from work, pick up kids, take kids to soccer practice, pick them up, make them dinner, make them do homework, and on and on. Once she was tied down, she had no control. It provided her such pleasure to have no decisions to make and no choices to consider. She just let him use her, and she reveled in the moment and experienced it and soaked it up. Tom removed a wide, heavy leather strap from one of the drawers. He walked behind her and looked at her small round ass. He ran his hands over each cheek feeling the warm tautness of her skin. He admired her. She was unique in her submissive qualities and he enjoyed these sessions despite the huge amount of time and energy they required on his part. He enjoyed looking at her like a canvas before he began. Her white skin looked so creamy and innocent, and he would soon make it look dark and angry. He brought the strap high above his head and then whipped it down with incredible force striking her across the center of both cheeks. "Unnnnnng!" She grunted as she felt the sting. And just that quickly her creamy skin was tinted red. Tom took careful consideration of each blow he landed on her delicate body. He made sure that each was just painful enough, but never in a way that would cause her any significant harm. He struck her on her ass and the back of her thighs, and then rubbed his hand across her pussy and played with her clit. He enjoyed taking her to the edge of an orgasm, but denying her the pleasure in the middle of her punishments. After an hour, Tom untied her and stood her up. He needed to get work done, although he certainly wasn't through with her yet. He took her upstairs and found his computer all set up just as Alexis had left it. He stopped her right in front of his desk. "Hands and knees right here." He said. "I want to enjoy the view while I work." "Yes, Sir." Jen replied as she sunk to the ground and positioned herself just as he requested. Her heart was still racing and displaying herself only made her feel naughtier and needier. She wanted to cum. Tom settled into his chair, and finally began to get some work done. He looked up and contemplated the deep purple bruises that covered her rear. They would last for days or longer. He smiled. It was just the motivation he needed. ******** Marie had never been so pampered and fussed over in her entire life. There was nothing on her body that hadn't been plucked, tweezed, waxed, massaged or moisturized. She didn't have any idea how long she'd even been there. Hours had gone by before she was escorted into a private room. Sitting on a chair in the corner were two bags with a small note. It simply said 'It's been a pleasure making you look your best. A small gift from me. -- Fran'. Marie opened each bag excitedly. She felt like a princess the way she'd been treated since her arrival. She had a caring son with a beautiful and sympathetic girlfriend, an amazing home to stay at, free spa appointments, and now gifts. She still had that feeling deep inside her that something was peculiar, but she pushed it aside intent on focusing on the positives in this tumultuous time in her life. She opened the first box and found a stunning Stella McCartney pocketed, strapless dress. It was a lovely coral color. Marie didn't wear nice clothes very often and only had a few items at home for those rare occasions that her husband took her out. She had no idea what something like this must cost. She quickly disrobed and stared at herself in the mirror. There was not a hair left on her body save for her head. She grinned when she saw her pussy. She hadn't seen it bald since she was ten years old. It looked sexy to her and naughty. She wasn't used to feeling so naughty. It seemed that from the moment she stepped on the plane last night she'd been feeling strangely sexual. She pulled the dress on over her head and situated it just right. She had to give it to Francesca that the size was perfect and the simple, elegant style looked awfully flattering on her womanly curves. Her bust filled out the top of the dress perfectly with just a hint of her deep cleavage. She quickly opened the second box and found a stunning pair of Christian Louboutin open toe, high heeled sandals. She gasped when she saw them. She knew enough to know that these were very expensive. She sat in the chair and slipped her feet into each shoe. Marie stood and stared at herself in the mirror. She could hardly recognize herself staring back. Everything about her looked different. Her blonde hair had been styled into a chic fashionable cut. Her eyebrows were shaped and her skin had such a glow. The dress looked perfect. Her nails had a perfect French manicure that matched the one she admired on Francesca earlier. Her feet were tucked into her beautiful new shoes and even her toes had a fresh coat polish on them. She nearly had tears in her eyes. It was then that she felt that pang of misunderstanding inside her. She had so many questions. It seemed that since her arrival nothing was quite, well, normal. Why would anyone provide a full spa treatment for free? Why the gifts? Alexis said she knew someone at the spa when they left the house earlier, but Francesca specifically said that this was a thank you for having such a wonderful son. What did that mean? Why would Tom have anything to do with a woman that owned an upscale salon and spa? She thought about telling Francesca that she couldn't accept the gifts, but she wanted them. She liked feeling like a princess. She stuffed her old clothes into the bags and stepped out to find Alexis. As soon as she walked back through the spa, she immediately felt like she belonged here. She'd felt out of place earlier, but now other women were admiring her look and style. It made her smile. "Oh my! Marie, you look fabulous!" Francesca shouted from across the room where she had been talking with other customers. She clacked over in her high heels doing her little waddle. "Yes! Yes, yes. The dress is perfect, no?! I knew this would be perfect for you." She gasped out loud and then began an excited clap. "Oh my! I love the shoes. I love them. You see? I told you I would take care of you. You're perfect! Everything looks perfect." "I... I can't thank you enough, Francesca." Marie said sincerely. "I've never been treated so well in my entire life. And the gifts, you didn't have to. I was going to tell you to return them... but... well you do now how to pick out nice things." "You're so welcome! My pleasure. Now, let me go fetch Alexis. She's been waiting for you to finish up." Fran shuffled toward the back, and disappeared behind a corner. Fran knocked before entering. As the door opened, she saw Alexis spread eagle on a table. She'd gotten a wax and a manicure and pedicure as well. Abby was situated between her legs thoroughly licking her pussy. Fran didn't say anything. She watched quietly for a moment as the small girl drove Alexis to another powerful orgasm. "Oh fuuuck! I'm cuuuming!" Alexis panted as her body writhed and she pushed her wet snatch into Abby's face. Francesca smirked and nodded to Alexis before stepping out quietly. Alexis pushed Abby's head back slowly. "It's time for me to go, Abby. You did very well. I'll let Sir know what a perfect little slut you were. Okay?" "Oh thank you, mistress." She replied shyly, her face glistening with Alexis' cum. With that, Alexis put on her clothes and made her way back to the front. "Oh. My. God. Marie! You look hot! I almost didn't recognize you. That dress is amazing... and the shoes! And the hair! How do you feel?" "Like a million dollars!" She said beaming at the reaction. ******** It was a short while later that they arrived back at the house. Alexis wondered if Tom had gotten much writing done, or if he got distracted by Jen. Marie made her way up to her room and deposited her bags in the closet. She kept thinking about the conversation between Alexis and Tom. Now that she was back in the house she wanted to cum again. It had felt so good to get herself off. She wished she had a vibrator. Marie brushed the thoughts from her mind. What kind of mother masturbates to thoughts of her son? As long as it was in her head, it wasn't wrong. That's what she kept telling herself. Marie made her way down the upstairs hall stopping at an open doorway. Alexis was inside straightening up. Marie knocked lightly on the open door to let her know she was there. "Oh, hey Marie. Come on in. I'm just putting away some things." "Is this your room? Don't you two sleep in the same room together?" Marie asked looking around at the trinkets that covered the dresser. "Most of the time. Yes. I like having my own space too, though." She said hoping it didn't seem too odd. Marie noticed a stack of books on the desk and walked over looking at them. They were all by the same author of the book she'd been reading on the plane. She picked one up reading the back cover. Maybe she'd borrow this one after she finished reading the one she started last night. She couldn't help but think of how wet she got during the flight. Marie noted to herself that it was the book that had made her horny before she arrived here this morning. It was the first time she'd really felt that way since she discovered her husband's affair, or probably long before that. Then it was seeing Alexis nude that multiplied her horniness. Eavesdropping on their conversation and hearing her talk about her son's cock had just pushed her over the edge. She flipped open a hardcover copy of the same book she'd been reading. There was an inscription on the inside. She read it. Then she stopped in stark realization and read it again. And then again. Her heart sank and then she got dizzy. Why did nothing make sense today? There it was, though, etched in red pen. It said "Alexis, I couldn't have finished this novel without you. You're a proper slut. I love you." And it was signed "Tom". It was almost too much to digest. It was clear as day. The handwriting was her son's, and she could plainly see that he signed his name. She set the book down, and ran out of the room. Alexis watched her go wondering what had upset her. It hadn't occurred to her that she saw the inscription. Marie's confusion had peaked. She went into her room and shut the door climbing up onto the bed. She was just having trouble wrapping her head around everything. 'My son is a New York Times best-selling author' she repeated quietly to herself. As she digested the information, she thought that now the house made sense to her. Of course he had money. Almost every woman she knew at home had read these books. And men too. They were so explicit and sexual. Maybe that's why he didn't mention it. 'Oh god,' She whispered as she thought about how wet it had made her and how her sister said she readily masturbated to them. But it wasn't the books, was it? He had written them, so it was really her son's thoughts that made her wet -- Her confident, successful son with the big, thick cock. Marie hiked up her dress and pushed her hand down to her pussy. It was so bald now, and the lack of hair made it impossible to hide how soaking wet she was. 'Bring me your mouth' she whispered to herself as her fingers slipped inside of her. Marie was crying while she fingered herself. 'Thomas' She chanted to herself over and over, 'Thomas what are you doing to mommy?' It was Marie who had the problem though. She knew that he hadn't told her to read the book, or told her that he'd written it. He hadn't said those things to Alexis in front of her. It was her nosiness that led to all of these revelations. He hadn't tried to turn her on, and that realization made her feel even worse. She was genuinely turned on by his secret life. 'It's not right,' she said out loud, but her fingers were working faster now. 'It's not right for mommy to want your big, thick cock.' As the words escaped her lips she exploded in the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Marie curled into a ball on top of the white linens. She cried harder now. Her hands holding onto her new dress staining it with the cum on her fingers and crotch. Everything was wrong. She felt very alone in this big house, this strange house. Her husband was gone. He was somewhere back east fucking his young masseuse. He probably hadn't missed her at all. Her son was a stranger. She officially felt like she had no idea who he was anymore. Hadn't he poked fun at her today for reading that book, HIS book? And Alexis too! Hadn't she spoken to Marie about it this morning? It was some big joke at her expense, she thought. She'd called it smut, and he must certainly have realized that it turned her on. She cried harder thinking that her son must have known full well that she made herself cum while reading it. To Marie, it felt in that moment like the world was crashing down around her. She'd felt better this morning, but her shaky grip on her reality had slipped away. Why was everyone getting fucked but her? Why did everything in this life seem centered on sex? Why couldn't she partake in the excitement? Even now when she masturbated it was tainted by incestuous thoughts. The only strong man left in her life that had offered her sympathy was her son. He now felt like a stranger. He had a secret life that he hid from her, a life that turned her on so much that she couldn't be a part of. Why couldn't she have a life like Alexis'? That woman was devoted to her son and she got fucked and pampered and taken care of. What did she have? Her life was filled with lies, cheating, deception and secrets. Despite her urges, she needed her son now. She needed him to hold her and comfort her. ******** Alexis saw Marie run from her room sobbing heavily. "Marie?" She asked "Marie? What's wrong?" She was confused by this sudden change in her behavior. Alexis noted how truly happy she seemed just thirty minutes ago. Marie sniffled while she moved toward the stairs. "I need to talk to Tom. I need to find him. Do you know where he is?" Alexis panicked immediately. Of course she knew where he was. Marie knew as well. He was in his office in the back. Alexis passed Jen's car on the street when they pulled in, and she knew that he was still with her. She couldn't let Marie disturb him. "Oh, Marie, he's working. You really can't bother him." She tried not to sound as panicked as she felt, but Marie wasn't stopping. "Marie! Please come talk to me. Let me help you. Please you can't disturb him." "You don't understand. I just need to see him." Marie was already half way down the stairs, and now Alexis was following her, pleading with her. "Marie! I can't let you see him. Please understand. He'll be angry. I promised him." Marie continued to ignore her. She was stepping into the back yard already, and Alexis was terrified. "Stop! Do not go in there. I won't let you go in there." She shouted at her. Marie turned back with tear streaked eyes and sized up the thin blonde. "You won't let me? Who the fuck are you anyway?" With that she turned and determinedly made her way to the guest house. The comment stung Alexis terribly. She broke down in the middle of the back yard. She loved Tom, and only wanted to do as he asked. She loved spending time with Marie today. Her comment made her feel so insignificant, so worthless. She'd failed them both. If Tom were angry with her, if this fuck up forces him to end her submission, well then she would be worthless. And the tears came streaming down.