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Dirk and Roxy Pt. 01a

By: PoeticallyChivalrous



I arrived home after work from my eight to five dead end job, turning the key off in my pickup. My knee hurting like hell and the brace making it more unbearable. The constant reminder of how my life is versus what could have been. I was the star running back in high school until that fateful evening. I have nightmares watching the play in my head, in slow motion even. I was handed the ball as always, the hole was there, I made a cut up field and then the searing pain, the knee collapsed and hit by the linebacker at the same time. Tore it up pretty bad, the doctors said I would be fine until they started digging. Two surgeries later and they shook their heads, it would never be right and the best they could do. 

The best they could analyze what happened, the ACL ripped on the cut, the MCL tore on the hit with cartilage damage to go with it. All I remember, the knee swelled up like a balloon and hurt like hell. The undetected concussion causing memory loss a few days later. Water under the bridge, my dreams of a good college and scholarship out the window. The only way I would ever be able to attend college, full time anyway. Fucking frustrating and only part of my problems!

I did take classes at the community college once I saved enough for a class or two but getting no where fast. Twenty-four and a years worth of meaningless college classes over the six years since I graduated. The rate I was going I would be retired or wheel chair bound before I graduated. Yeah, I could get student loans and stuff, but think about it, bad knee which could get worse and is, limits what I could be good at which I don't even know. Psychiatrist was out for sure the way my sorry ass head worked. I heard horror stories about the loans also, big bills that have to be paid off eventually. What was the use? I just couldn't see the light at the end of the very dark tunnel and I was down on myself as well. 

I knew my disposition is because of the pain as I opened the door and nearly fell on the driveway that needed fixed. Yard needs mowed, what little there is, bushes across the front of the porch had grown up unsightly and couldn't even see the railing anymore or the windows for that fact. I bought the place real cheap because it was run down and storm damaged to begin with. My childhood friends, the ones that tried to help and put up with me, fixed it up slowly and made it rather livable, now, they are almost all gone or chased away. Small two bedroom and much cheaper than an apartment at least. 

No wife or girlfriend either. The last one left six months ago saying I needed to get over myself. She was tired of being treated like a maid and whore and wanted to be treated like a woman. She had a lot of room to talk, always drunk or high. She was just using me to have a roof over her head until something better came along. Not sure what came along and I didn't care. The story of my life where women are concerned since my accident. Before then was a different story I think, well flashbacks seem to tell a different confusing story. I chased the only meaningful relationship away five years ago, she deserved better than me. Well, I think it was a relationship I can't seem to recall now. 

What to do this weekend to get over my dull life? I pondered, looking over the mess I should clean up and probably couldn't or most likely wouldn't. Something that doesn't involve watching TV for a change. I could get Kelly to do the yard for twenty bucks, the bushes would be out of the question.

That was the first thing I did, she would take care of it sometime during the weekend and gave her the money. Two doors down, Kelly was always needing money to buy clothes, life of an active eighteen year old. In her senior year of high school and going to the football game, almost made me cry. I wish I was in high school again, just so I could date Kelly. She wasn't all that beautiful on the outside but turned heads, inside was different and alluring. I still considered her jail bait, not sure why. I remembered her telling me she was a year behind in school because of her parents, something about not sending her to kindergarten and they wouldn't make an exception. It was more than likely a communication problem if you ask me. 

She would gladly take thirty minutes out of her life to mow the yard, front and back. That is how easy it is, an extra fifteen minutes if the weed eater was involved. She took pity on me because she knew I couldn't do it myself. I helped her with other things as well, like working on her old beater of a car. She came to me a lot because her parents were deaf mutes and I was still young enough to understand her problems from a grown up point of view. Not sure I really helped all that much to tell the truth and where most of my painful flashbacks come from that make little or no sense. 

I came limping back needing to get the brace off thinking of what to do. The local watering hole was getting boring and tired of drowning my sorrows in beer. I could go camping and fishing out at the lake, eh, fishing is relaxing and sporting but I am allergic to eating fish. Funny, some people are allergic to shell fish but I am just the opposite, go figure. Then again, shell fish isn't popular with me either. I have wondered if that was real or imagined also as I don't have any recollection until after my accident. 

Rent a cabin out in the woods, those were cheap and solitary for the most part. Roast some dogs, take a slow nature walk, go to the water falls and watch the water run down hill. Idly watch the grass grow basically, good for my knee also. Um, well, resting the knee in the stream helped, the coldness I assume, always felt wonderful afterward. That seemed like an exceptional idea. Dogs, buns, soda, beer and the little packages of ketchup and mustard I always accrued for just this purpose, free stuff you know. I always gather up usable free stuff. 

Oh, shit. Bride and Groom party tomorrow, almost forgot. So much for going anywhere. I don't know why they sent me the invite or why I accepted even. My knee doesn't allow me to dance the two step let alone swing.

I made my way up the three steps to the porch, mail in the box, junk I hope as I reached to sort through it quickly. Keys in hand to unlock the door, opening the squeaky screen, something else to make a mental note on, oil the fucking hinges. That is when I heard the muffled cry. I looked over, the ass of a tanned skin woman on her knees, hands with leather black wrist cuffs locked behind her back. Black leather collar around her neck, double ended snap chain leash wrapped around the railing, clipped back so it couldn't be undone without help. Ball gag wrapped around her head keeping her silent. Wearing a two piece white bikini that covered, well, nearly nothing. Her rather big tits had fallen out and hanging down, and her big round nipples sticking out like the end of a pool stick needing chalked. 

"Not again" I muttered. "How many damn dyslexic people live in this forsaken fucking town! This is 189, not 981." I further muttered bemoaning the facts. This is what, the third time now. They can't even get the direction of the street right, hell the address is over two miles away. Throws the dyslexic people off because there is no 189 on the south end. At one time, the town used be two separate villages that grew together, many streets have a direction to signify the difference, a couple run in different directions even. 

I found out the people at the other end run a slave pen, that is what I call it anyway. They train people to be slaves, fetish, fantasy or whatever. Who knows why, but they do a pretty good business, legit I guess. Big fancy house and cars. Well, not that fancy, an old landmark two story house, five or six bedroom I think. Just kept better than the surrounding dwellings and the interior is immaculate with polished oak wood floors and woodwork. I know, been in it twice with the messed up deliveries. Almost called the cops the first time until the woman explained and I still didn't believe her. Those ones had always been dressed, very, very sexily in leather, not nearly naked like this one. I never understood the drop and leave part though. The second time I was going to call a taxi and thought better of it. 

Better get this one out of view quick before someone sees, well, somewhere I can talk to her. I unhooked the leash and pulled her inside, she had to crawl as she couldn't get up. Once I got her in the door I waited til she could sit on the couch. I think she was stiff from waiting so long. I told her I would be right back. I had to piss like a race horse and ran to the bathroom like a lame horse. I took the brace and my pants off as well, a little comfort. I need my ice bag from the freezer. I doubt she will mind me running around in my boxers. Of course, I hoped John Henry didn't get excited and make an ugly appearance. 

She was a very cute woman, twenty maybe. I thought Indian at first, Bollywood style, but after she sat down and got a good look at her face I realized she might be black instead, well biracial. What is the politically correct term? Well, hell, not exactly sure if there is one. Regardless, very good looking with the soft fluffy long black hair which is what threw me off to begin with. Sure makes a difference to this lightly tanned white boy, I thought laughing. Doesn't make a difference to me as I am not exactly prejudice because of the color of a persons skin. To me, an asshole is an asshole, a friend is a friend, no matter how you look at it and the way I view people. 

That may sound silly given my history but there were times that I still had problems remembering from one day to the next though mostly behind me now. That is what drove a wedge between my old friends and I. If I heard, "Don't you remember?" it caused me to go ballistic because it was so frustrating that I couldn't, sometimes day to day even back then. Okay, how do I handle this?

I had looked her over, thirty-six C or D maybe, twenty-four, thirty-six and about five five, sculpted ass and beautiful legs. What a package! One hundred thirty pounds or in that neighborhood and well toned. Nicely manicured and somewhat long fingernails and toes done in french tips, size seven foot probably. How I knew this information by just a look, I didn't actually know, it just comes to me.

I sat down in the my comfy chair and put the ice bag on my knee. She was trying to tell me something but I didn't want to remove the gag yet. I needed to make her understand first, my hot knee feeling the effects of the cooling coldness immediately. 

"I am not going to hurt you. I need to tell you a couple things first. Nod your head up and down if you understand?" I said calmly. She nodded her head up and down rapidly. 

"First, you have been delivered to the wrong address by mistake. Whoever dropped you off is either dyslexic or stupid, take your pick, maybe both. I am going to take the gag off, please don't scream." I informed her. Her eyes got big when I said that but seemed calm enough and she nodded her head up and down rapidly. I didn't think when I said it, I may have dissed someone important in her life, something I have a bad habit of doing without realizing it most generally.

I winced in pain when I got up from my knee and set the bag on the armrest. I unbuckled the gag and slowly removed it. Stuck to her succulent lips when I removed it and she quickly licked them with her tongue. 

"Feel better? Need some water?" I asked realizing the dry mouth syndrome. She nodded her head up and down again. I limped to the fridge for a cold bottle of water. I helped her take a few swallows, she licked her lips again and I gave her some more water not wanting give her too much too fast. 

"Thank you so much." She said hoarsely. 

"How long have you been out there?" I asked realizing it wasn't just a little while after sitting back down with my ice bag in place. 

"Three hours maybe." She replied. 

"I don't have the keys to your padlock. I have no choice but to deliver you to the right address shortly." I explained disgustingly but needed her to settle a little before giving her more water. 

"I know where the key is. I was kind of kidnapped and brought here by accident." She said calmly.

"I will call the police!" I said stunned, starting to get up.

"Don't, please. Stupid prank and those fucking bitches will get theirs soon enough." She said vindictively. 

"Okay, if that is what you want. So where is the key?" I asked relaxing again as there were no hiding places I could tell. If I called the cops, how would I explain this unbelievable situation?

"Um, well, er, in my cunt." She squeaked out embarrassingly. 

Time for my eyes to shoot wide. Good thing I wasn't drinking a beer or I would have spewed it everywhere. Now it is time for me to fall all over my tongue. Her lovely tits were a wonderful sight but as I looked between her now spread legs, oh my. Yeah, the thong or whatever she was wearing was pulled up into her pussy, shaved, with nice fat separated pussy lips. Remember John Henry, he was doing fine until that point and I couldn't control him now. That one long gazing look went straight to my pleasure center and right to John Henry. 

"That got a rise." She giggled. 

"Girl, you could make the dead rise. I am Dirk, by the way." I said with praise. 

"Roxanne, call me Roxy though." She laughed. 

"Yeah, you made John Henry Roxy alright." I said getting the meaning of her joking laugh. At least she has a sense of humor I thought.

"Can you get the key? My shoulders are killing me." She said laughing and thinking he is cute and muscular, wondering about his swelled knees with all the scars.

"You sure? Um like, well, there is no other choice I suppose." I said gulping. 

"You will need to find the plastic ring to pull the balls out." She instructed. 

Roxy moved her ass closer to the edge of the couch and spread her legs wider. Not much choice, and John Henry was excited. Actually I was excited, so erotic and unreal. My hands were trembling moving the little piece of cloth out of the way and she was wet, more than wet, soaking. I moved my index finger up her wet slit hoping the ring would be right there, it wasn't but my finger is coated with her juices and slid easily. My finger hit her button, she closed her legs with a slap, trapping my hand, she grunted and groaned and rocked on my hand. 

"That feels so good." She said straining breathlessly and highly aroused. 

I didn't know what to do. My excitement won out as I tickled her with my finger again. Her nub was hard and protruding and she started writhing from the action. "Don't stop." She stated gasping out of control. She cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her soon after. She fell back in the couch, panting, her legs went limp and opened wide again.

I just stared at her, her pussy soaking wet and coated creamy white now. I went on autopilot, ignoring the pain in my knee, licking her juices with my tongue and mouth, not even thinking. The sweet aromatic smell, the sweet acrid taste of her honey pot. My tongue hit the plastic ring but I was more interested in licking her clean and teasing her further which didn't take long as her legs clamped around my head. Resting my hands on her soft ass globes ground down into the couch like I didn't want her escaping. 

Her soft moans, her legs clamping and releasing. The sudden jerk when my tongue teased her hard protruding fat bean. Her upward thrust when my tongue dived deep into her hot snatch finding the plastic ring. Again, she got off in a myriad of joyous scrams, groans and grunts. She is panting hard and looked like a sleeping doll this time when I looked up. 

I had found the ring and pulled gently with my teeth. More pleasuring sounds from her lips as the first ball appeared, stretching her cunt and a knee jerk reaction, then the second and finally a third came plopping out. 

"Oh gawd, put your cock in me. Fuck me like the nympho slave slut I am." She wailed like a command.

I didn't have to be told twice, John Henry was more than ready and willing. I moved her so she laid on the couch, I climbed on and sunk balls deep instantly. I am no monster, but my crown is much bigger than the balls I pulled out. I am excited and hadn't had sex in a long time, this isn't going to be a marathon. I lasted maybe five minutes before I slammed her deep and pushed an ungodly amount of my man juice inside her. It was enough for her as she clamped her legs around me and went rigid bucking wildly, screaming in another shaking orgasm of her own, more than one maybe. 

We held that position for another five minutes at least, her pussy hugging and squeezing every drop John Henry had to offer. Damn, that is the best sex I have ever had I thought and John Henry wanted more. I wonder if her arms are alright? Must be, she wasn't complaining, my knee pain was being overridden as well for the time being. I stood beside her head as I needed to roll her over, her eyes closed, mouth open still breathing hard between her lips. John Henry was on those lips in a heart beat, the mouth opening taking me in. The swirl of her tongue so relaxing and teasing. She cleaned our combined juices like sucking from a wet rag. She is no pro at sucking cock, that is easy to tell. No face fucking here for sure as she could barely take half of me. What she could do though, was better than most of the girlfriends I ever had that I could remember anyway. She didn't mind licking all the frothy cum from my dick either. Those sparkling deep brown eyes looking up at me. The smile on her lips and face as I backed off not forcing the issue. 

"Damn! If those bitches could see me now." She said with a condescending laugh. 

"Why?" I asked. 

"Because I was only suppose to be teased without release all weekend as punishment. Now I have had six of the most beautiful orgasms of my life, three of them so very intense." She said quaintly. 

"Why are you being punished?" I asked wonderingly. 

"They caught me masturbating to a porno on the computer." She replied sheepishly. 

"So you deserved what they had in mind?" I asked not understanding. 

"Not really, but that is the way they saw it. No control and the type of sex I like." She replied.

"I guess I am in the dark here. Though you are not begging to be released." I said confused, showing her the string of balls. I finally noticed one of them looked like it had been cut open and glued back together. I shook it and heard the key rattle inside. 

"Want me to save it or break it?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders with an I don't care attitude. "As long as it gets some relief for my aching shoulders, I don't fucking care." Roxy stated grimacing. I went to the kitchen and found the channellocks and broke it open, easier than finding the hacksaw or a hammer. At least two balls left, could still be used I guess. Cutting the plastic coated rope string and knotting it.

"I am a bit of a misfit. From heritage, the way I was brought up, and my own ideals." she said vaguely explaining. 

"Why not tie the key to the collar?" I asked wondering if there was a reason and the thinking of whoever, ignoring her out of the blue comment. 

"More embarrassing if you think about it." She said laughing heartily.

"Roll over little Indian but don't fall out." I said laughing once I finally returned. She struggled rolling over on her stomach so I could get to the lock. A moment of inspiration hit me and I got on the couch straddling her legs before unlocking her final confinement. Her arms slipped to her sides like limp wet noodles and sighing from the relief. I started massaging her shoulders and back with force. John Henry resting in her barely covered ass crack by this time. 

"That feels so good." She cooed. 


Dirk and Roxy Pt. 01a



"What is a nympho slave slut?" I asked cordially. 

"A very horny woman that wants to be controlled by her loving man." Roxy elaborated briefly, just like now. 

"I don't get it. I understand the nympho part and the slut part. I have had my share of horny drunk women wanting fucked all the time by whoever. I guess I don't understand the slave part. I thought it was some kind of fetish where you were forced to do something, tied up and beaten if you didn't." I asked simply.

"It isn't like that at all, well, in some instances maybe. It is a form of love with the right man or woman." She exemplified. 

"Love? Then why send you to that place? I am more confused than ever I think." I asked stunned and disbelieving. 

"Think of it as a marriage where the wife does anything her husband orders or vice versa. It isn't all about being tied up and punished like you think, it is more about serving your lover. That place as you called it, provides training and an outlet for those that can't find or get what they want." She explained.

"How is going to that slave pen love?" I asked bewildered. 

"The slave pen serves as training or an outlet like I said. Love does not have to exist to have your desires fulfilled. A Master or Mistress just controls the action of the slave and her desires, like foreplay before sex. Um, like eating ice cream, today you might want vanilla, tomorrow chocolate. Vanilla sex is great but becomes mundane, chocolate sex though needs to be carefully controlled so no one gets hurt and is pleasureful for everybody concerned." Roxy explained laughing at her own analogy. 

"Just as I thought, the slave pen is nothing more than a cover for a whore house." I said confirming my suspicions. 

"No silly. Fine line maybe, sex doesn't always occur and isn't paid for. Like a couple going to an adult theater, chances of them having sex is great, with an audience present gives an adrenaline rush. They may or may not have sex, just foreplay. Chances of the audience joining in, may or may not happen either, depends on the couples wishes. It is controlled." Roxy elaborated giggling at her portrayed thoughts.

"What about the abuse then? You like getting beaten?" I asked still disillusioned. 

"Here again is another of your misconceptions. It is actually controlled by the Master and slave. Not saying accidents don't happen but precautions are taken. There are some that go overboard and are rather sadistic, some slaves like that as well, though I don't. A Master is actually tasked to care, nurture and protect his slave." Roxy explained. 

"A slave is forced to perform then?" I asked logically.

"That again is a misconception. A slave is not exactly forced, they can refuse as is their right and a Master should heed that right until the problem is resolved. It might go over their boundaries or not considered safe, sane and consensual. It might be as simple as being that time of the month like me. I like my nipples being treated rather harshly, but at that time of the month very gently. Then again it might be like the woman in the movie theater, not ready to let go. A Master must learn about his slave as well as the slave learning about her Master, he might push her boundaries but not forced. Then again some slaves like to be forced." She explained. 

"Sounds like you have had a lot experience. Your Master didn't send you?" I asked mystified.

"Truthfully, it is my desire to find the right man to be my Master. I am not even that experienced in sex with a man. My roommates pulled this prank. They are like me, except lovers. Makes it more difficult for them finding a single Master willing to take on two." She answered nonchalantly trying not to divulge her past and secrets she harbored. 

"Could have fooled me, that was fantastic. Your roommates are lesbians? That doesn't make sense." I said curiously and confused once again. 

"It was fantastic, best sex I have ever had matter of fact and it came natural. Mostly because I was restrained and you were in control. We are bisexual, most female slaves are. Mistresses are usually bisexual as well. Male slaves and Masters, depends if they are gay or have the tendency." She explained.

"I'll bite, why are most female slaves bisexual?" I asked with curiosity.

"One of the the biggest desires of everyone concerned really. Most female slaves may balk at first but are easily broken. Humph, that sounds forced but trust me, if you are restrained and teased to insanity, you don't care who is pulling the strings to get you off or how. It just becomes natural afterward. I think it is because girls are closer and more intimate with each other growing up and I don't mean sexually. Boys might be close, but kept more of an arms reach away if you get my drift." She explained though some of that knowledge came more from the gay guys at school. Her being bisexual came natural as was her wanting to be a slave also. 

"Do I have what it takes to be a Master?" I asked intrigued.

"At the moment, I would say yes." She said cooing and squeezing her ass cheeks around John Henry. 

"You think so." I said slapping her ass cheek with a loud flesh slap report. 

"MMMM." She cooed again wanting more. 

"Better be careful or John Henry might find himself buried in your ass." I said grabbing the chain and pulling her head back.

"Is that a promise?" She gasped at the sudden move. 

"For the moment at least." I said with meaning.

"I like that idea so I won't be careful Sir." She returned gasping again. 

Huh? What? That statement stunned me. Did she mean it? It isn't like she is trying to run away and she did keep squeezing her ass cheeks around John Henry who was more than willing. Who am I to argue? I positioned John Henry at her still wet rose bud and she moved to allow entry and pushed back. I pushed forward gently and her muscles relaxed as John Henry slid in with little resistance. Roxy gasping and wiggling her ass wanting my cock deeper. John Henry buried to the hilt feeling like a massaging glove tightly at work as her ass went to work. I started moving slowly, John Henry must have been providing the lubrication. Even with all the activity I wasn't going to last long, must be all my pent up desires and this being a first. Roxy, had a hand fingering herself furiously and moving to her own beat, even John Henry could feel her fingers at work. I went into overdrive from all the feelings bursting John Henry's bubble as I made the last hard push emptying my load deep within her. Her screams of relief adding to the mixture as her ass flexed rapidly then both of us collapsed with loud sighs. John Henry shriveling from exhaustion and sliding out. 

I finally collected myself, so Roxy could be more comfortable. Her leg on the floor couldn't have been good for her knee. I had Roxy sit up as well and she immediately started rolling her shoulders working the stiffness out and shaking her arms, smiling at me. I just looked at her face watching her for a minute, nothing other than the feeling of relief and satisfaction. I pulled her in for a kiss, she returned it with passion and surprised me by putting her arms around my neck, her hard nipples and tits rubbing against me. 

"So, you like, want to be my Master then?" She asked coquettishly with our foreheads leaning against one another. 

"Well, I am holding the leash and you are wearing the collar. I am inclined to think so, for the weekend or someone comes to pick you up. Don't ya think?" I smiled.

"Yes Sir." She laughed.

"Just don't run away because I can't and won't chase you. It hurts just thinking about it." I said laughing.

"Don't worry Sir, I am not going anywhere now. Too tired for one and I want more." She said with a smile then kissed me again. I definitely ain't going anywhere, he is the one!

"You hungry?" I asked. 

"Starved actually, Sir." She replied. 

"I might find something you could wear, but shoes is out of the question. You could fix Mac and Cheese with hot dogs, we could hit a drive through or order pizza." I said thinking of the situation. 

"Your choice Sir." She said smiling. 

"Sonic, I want a milkshake." I said laughing thinking of her earlier reference made me want one. 

"Sounds wonderful Sir." She said happily. 

"I will find you a shirt hopefully." I said. 

"Yes Sir." She replied. 

Quick trip to the bathroom to clean up a little. I am still broad shouldered and lift weights so finding something should be easy to fit over her breasts. I decided on an old western shirt that I had only worn once, snap buttons, small for me since shrinking in the first wash. Not sure why I hadn't given it to Kelly yet, she likes those. I really need to do laundry this weekend, another thing to put on my to do list. Something to cover her ass, an old pair of sweat pants that was tight on me might do the trick. 

I returned with the shirt and sweat pants, sitting on the couch and just finished the bottle of water. I didn't think about her being on the porch for so long. I had given her some water, maybe not enough. The shirt is a little tight for her breasts so she tied it together under her breasts. Looks real sexy like that, covered but open at the same time. She took the dental floss she was wearing off, it wasn't doing anything but annoying her she said. The sweats were loose but the drawstring was enough to keep them from falling off. 

Burgers, o rings and shakes. Roxy made the joke about the flavors, as I ordered chocolate and she asked for vanilla. The roller skate girl didn't say anything about her attire when the food came, she didn't see anyway. Roxy sitting right next to me with her head on my shoulder. She snickered and licked her lips however when she saw the collar and leash and maybe a flash of her breasts passing the food along. 

I would change the radio station, but there isn't much other than the redneck country station we were listening to. There were others, but I hated those because you get one or two supposed popular hit songs, a bunch of mindless yapping and commercials in a fifteen minute span. It was fine she said, she liked jazz and classical the best, radio stations rarely played those anyway. I thought it was a weird combination though I didn't mind classical, some of it put me to sleep. 

I asked about her life growing up, I had the real poor kid life that I remembered compared to hers though I wondered if it wasn't that much better. She was raised by her white mother and her black father would come by one to three times a week. I thought it was a strange relationship but wouldn't delve into it at all. She was actually twenty-one, older than I thought but couldn't prove it at the moment. 

We talked about my knee for a few minutes as she was curious. I did ask her why she wanted to stay the weekend with me. For one she didn't have much choice until she was picked up, unless I took her home, obviously. She could call but doubted anyone would be there til Sunday. I treated her with decency, respect, gentleness and seemed to know what she really wanted from a man. Truthfully, I couldn't figure out how she could come to that conclusion so quickly. I barely had a grasp on the lifestyle she explained and had nothing to really compare. Most of my old memories were from about age twelve back and they were few to be truthful. Sure couldn't compare the last relationship. 

She did have two years of college, though not back to back years and this was her second college and just starting her junior year. Majoring in computer science, something that came easy to her. She didn't relish the thought of all the advance classes she needed to take this semester. She was considering dropping out again before the year actually started for a full refund which started Monday. Another story that had more potential behind it as well I thought. I wondered if she was just trying to be mysterious not wanting to talk about her past let alone her present.

I was laughing about that, she had a past she could remember but didn't want to talk about. I had a past that I couldn't talk about because I couldn't remember. Talk about a strange matching pair in opposite polarity.

I was trying to think of a place where she could get some clothes in her present condition, places frown on people being barefoot. If it wasn't for a commercial on the radio, I would never have thought of it. A place called The Den on the outskirts of town. I had never been in the place but I knew what they sold by their commercials and rumors. I had another reason for going as well, a gag gift for the party tomorrow night. We were in a little luck when we got there, the place was empty except for the woman at the counter. I was surprised though, still early evening and empty.

We went to the clothes racks first, the first ones were fetish. We laughed at some of them. The next were naughty sleep wear, cute but not helpful. Why do people buy next to nothing to wear to bed? Leather, spandex and PVC outfits last, I rolled my eyes as I was expecting outlandish prices but wasn't all that bad for what she picked out. A leather scoop neck sleeveless shirt that laced in the middle with a short skirt that laced on the outside of each leg. Well, it was expensive considering the amount of material used. Shoes weren't that bad either, but only had the outlandishly high heels. We settled on a pair of five inch sandals with ankle straps to show off her sexy toes. 

We went to the counter to inquire about a dressing room which was in the back. The girl at the counter is a cross between goth and punk I guess. My first thought, she couldn't make up her mind which. Several ear piercings, eyebrows, small one in the nose, and an over sized ball tongue stud, a couple star tattoos on either side of the neck. Little black leather choker collar with Shauna in white letters. A black t-shirt that looked like it was originally three sizes too small then cut in half, then sewn back together with strips of cloth to make it fit her tightly.

My eyes hit that well worn collar and one of my painful flashbacks hit me. I had another of those fuzzy meaningless recollections that materializes then vanishes. I learned to control them, like a shooting pain going through my head with a quick vaporizing vision like I am dreaming. Close my eyes and it goes away as quick as it comes sometimes, people just think I am staring off into space most generally for ten seconds or so. I collected myself quickly. 

A buzz, then the door opened, we walked into a hallway, the dressing room was to the right, just a curtain hanging from the ceiling in a track with a coat rack on the wall. It enclosed a dimly lit corner with a mirror on the other wall. Several doors were on the left side, the first had a bathroom plaque, at the end was another door. I had no clue what they were for. Roxy got dressed and looked hot. The skirt was actually longer than I thought. She couldn't tell if the top was laced right but gave a nice cleavage view. 

"Come on out and look in the mirror with more light." Shauna said helpfully.

There was a wide full length mirror on the wall. Roxy was modeling, checking herself out. 

"Here, let me adjust it a little, darling." Shauna demanded happily. I got the full look of Shauna, black four or five inch boots over the knee, short black leather skirt. Her long dyed black hair ran over her shoulders with red, blue and blonde streaks. The t-shirt is still tight and short and her rather big nipples were tenting but had somewhat small breasts. Dangling belly ring with rope chains displayed. Five foot three maybe and a hundred pounds, anorexic look if you ask me. 

Shauna redid the lacing getting a feel or two in I am sure. Roxy didn't seem to mind and fit much better. Pushed her breasts up and the lacing provided a nicer cleavage shot. Daring but not overly daring. Shauna was happy with the fit and plenty of room for adjustment she said. 

I was looking in the counter display case wondering why it held relatively cheap items when it dawned on me. These items might be cheap, but easily shoplifted or would that be pussylifted I thought laughing inside. Especially the Ben Wa Balls as I chuckled out loud. Roxy went into the back to pick up the rest of her clothes I thought. 

"Good looking slave you have there." Shauna stated admiringly.

"Thank you." I said bewildered. Why did I have her leave the collar and cuffs on? 

"Maybe you can help me. I need a gag gift for a party tomorrow tonight. What would you suggest?" I asked changing the subject.

She came from behind the counter and pointed out all the good stuff personally, like she knew me. I looked at the prices and shook my head. Shauna agreed, overly expensive when I could make them myself. How did she know I could do that? I had the tools in the garage and I remembered being taught how at a young age.

As for a gag gift, a crop called the Headache Resolver emblazoned on the shaft. The pad was designed as a hand, the fuck you hand sign, and made from soft leather, the shaft with the lettering made of flexible plastic and the handle wrapped in cheap suede leather, looked more like a fly swatter with attitude. Came with a warning, aspirin not included. I thought it hilarious and took it thinking I would get a bottle of aspirin to go with it. She also showed me her favorite and best selling vibrators. Two of them were called bullets, one way more expensive, wireless remote control Shauna winked. They didn't sell the mother of all vibrators, too costly she said. 

I couldn't believe the number of different vibrators and dildos available, sizes and shapes, one whole row with three shelves on each side and prices from cheap to expensive. A wall and a row of shelves just for cuffs, collars and leashes, not all of them leather. Crops, whips, masks, damn, you had a kink they had it. Not to mention the flavors of edible panties, themed candies, party games and party favors, even blow up dolls and stuff.

I did ask about the place being dead and found out during the day customer traffic is light. Couples tend to come in during lunch and early afternoon, about nine the place starts hopping again. We chatted about this and that and the fact she is off in about a half hour and glad of that. Something told me there was a reason for that last remark. 

I went to wondering around again and thought Roxy might have went to the bathroom. Roxy came out a few minutes later and I didn't have a clue what she had been up to as she carried everything rolled up. I had already paid for the items and was looking at the hundreds of DVD's thinking I might find a training video or something. I couldn't divulge much from the titles. The store was utterly dead and no one else even entered and we had been there for thirty minutes or so. The two girls were whispering back and forth while waiting for me and I didn't know how long, five to ten minutes maybe.

"What took you so long?" I asked curiously as I helped Roxy in the truck.

"I thought I would let you shop for a while and explore Sir." Roxy said. 

"Explore what?" I asked without a clue. 

"Glory holes and the little room with a big screen TV and a few couches, Sir." She said laughing as she stayed to watch a smoker that turned her on. Someone dropped a token and she used it.

"You are kidding?" I asked shocked as I had heard about them but thought it was a myth.

"No Sir, quite clean and surprisingly modern. It is one of Shauna's duties to keep them clean." Roxy stated laughing. 

"I keep forgetting, we will attend a Bride and Groom party tomorrow night." I said rolling my eyes thinking that could be one the dirtiest jobs in the world. 

"Hmm, am I the entertainment Sir?" Roxy asked laughing. 

"Maybe, who knows, other wives and girlfriends will be there. Sort of a beer bash cookout for both of them." I said. 




Dirk and Roxy Pt. 01a



"Very odd party then Sir." Roxy said amused. 

"Yeah, well, they are old geek friends of mine. Just graduated from college with PhD's and came to town to get married. Probably be boring and why I keep forgetting about it." I said reluctantly. 

"Just want me to mingle and be arm candy Sir." Roxy giggled. 

"Yeah, probably. Arm candy will be right. I don't know how to swing." I said laughing. 

"Swing? Like swap partners?" She asked excitedly.

"Um, er, dance." I said thinking about the odd invitation and the sudden probability she was right. 

"I can do that too. Um, you can't though." Roxy laughed.

"I know. That is why I keep forgetting." I said with a fake smile when the realization hit me.

On the way home a lot of possibilities came to mind and now I was getting a headache thinking about all of them. The only solution, play it by ear and try to be what she wants for the weekend though I didn't know how or whether I really wanted to. Did I want to go to the party now that the possibility changed?

I would have went around and opened her door when we got back, but she was basically sitting on my lap, the luxury of bench seats. She just slid on over to get out on my side. I reached out to help her down, but froze from the view stopping her right there. The skirt had ridden up, those pussy lips were separated, legs spread wide and wet. I just grinned and she laughed sexily. Her hair cascading around her, I wish I had a camera to take a picture, so beautiful. We kissed as I grabbed her by the ass cheeks and pulled her out. Her legs wrapping around me as I held her, kissing her lips. The knee didn't exactly like it but having her like that felt better than a little pain. I felt like I was a teenager again and something grabbed at my mind briefly again.

I carried her to the side steps instead of the front ones I had used before. I wasn't surveying the yard this time. I spied the swing at the far end, near where I found her tied. I unlocked the door and told her to fetch each of us a cold beer and come back out. She went in and I sat down in the swing. It was the perfect evening, not too hot nor cold. I was surprised when she came out, carrying two mugs of beer instead of bottles. She handed me a mug and sat beside me leaning on my shoulder and we swung gently. Reminded me of an old silly country tune when I was a kid. 

I had to ask about the mugs, she didn't like drinking from cans or bottles, plus it was safer for her. I could understand the first part, the second, I had no clue. I put my arm around her and held her close like two lovers, drinking our beer. The light fading fast to darkness as late summer trudged onward. 

She kept pulling at the collar like it was bothering her. I took it off and looked at it. Very cheap and the inside was rough and unfinished. Wasn't made to be worn for hours on end. Her neck is chaffed a little as well. I could fix that easily with some felt and glue I told her. The cuffs were the same way. I told her there is some hand lotion packets in a bathroom sink drawer, I didn't know if it would help. She had to use the bathroom anyway. She came back with another round of beers as well and poured them like she knew how. 

"What do you do besides go to college?" I asked curiously after the expert beer pouring.

"Dancer and waitress." She replied. 

"Stripper?" I surmised hearing girls put themselves through college that way.

"No Sir, go-go dancer at a night club that caters to the college crowd. Not much better than a strip club most times. My roommates work there also and how we met." Roxy replied laughing.

"Were you wearing one of your outfits?" I laughed. 

"No Sir. That is my bathing suit believe it or not. I wear it to lay out by the pool is all. What I am wearing now I would wear to work though." She said cackling.

"Why are you considering dropping out?" I asked seriously. 

"Heavy class load and finances. Can't work and go to school at the same time. Not enough money for next quarter." She explained. 

"Why not cut the load to something you can handle?" I asked thinking that was a solution. 

"That was my idea originally. Raven and Pearl said they would help with next quarter but I am very leery about owing people. I don't want to be indebted to them." She said sure of herself, knowing full well that is a dangerous proposition. 

"Friends? More like enemies, leaving you stranded like this." I said flatly thinking she was like me in the financial department. 

"I agree Sir. Truthfully, me getting a degree is not a high priority. It isn't a goal either, more like something to do." She said indifferently.

"I know, you would rather be a slave to a man that loves you." I stated diffidently.

"Yes Sir. Is that too much to ask for?" Roxy asked resolutely. 

"I guess not if it is your desire. If it were me giving advice however, I would tell you to stay in school and get your degree first. If I were your real Master, I would order you to do the same." I said wisely.

"Sir, is there any way I can talk you into being my real Master? I could cut my class load and get a place of our own. I can stay in school, work and be your slave. Please!" Roxy asked pouting, more like begging. 

"No Roxy. Our two worlds are totally different. I can't up and leave mine to take a chance on love that doesn't exist. You can't leave yours until your schooling is fulfilled, focus on that first. You are a beautiful intelligent woman that knows what she wants, the man you desire will come in time. It is for the best, trust me, I am a mental case besides." I answered hoping she understood. I am probably being totally stupid but how I felt. She went to college for a reason other than something to do, there has to be another reason why she wants to give up that dream. 

"I can live here with you and be your slave. Please!" Roxy said crying. 

"Roxy, NO! You see how I live. I have absolutely nothing to offer you. I can't take care of you and barely take care of myself." I said meanly. 

"Sir, I can and you won't need to take care of me, surely I can find a job." She pouted.

"We will see." I stated. I had mixed feelings about her desires and goals. Only the desires I had of not being poor and college was the answer. Those dreams went with my knee and my partial working brain. All I know for sure is how the injury happened, quite vividly. The resulting surgery the next day, then suddenly Christmas with no recollection of what happened between the two. Even some of the memories after Christmas and beyond for awhile is a bit foggy and missing at times.

I had a concussion that developed a hematoma they didn't discover until two days after the surgery on my knee. I had a condition that cleared slowly over time and they were hopeful the rest might come back eventually. The missing two months very doubtful though. Every now and then I get this odd feeling like before, some stronger than others. Feels like my head in being electrically shocked for a second or two and really hurts, closing my eyes causes the vision and pain to go away. 

My brain basically works like a computer the way it was described. Short term memory would fill up, might take a day to three days then when I went to sleep it would purge waking up with no memory of recent activity. That quit like someone put in a new long term memory drive. Old memories up until I was about twelve or so were intact but after that they start getting fuzzy to nonexistent. Anything that dealt with high school were fuzzy to nonexistent and made my head hurt trying to gain access, like a very badly damaged hard drive. I would have flashbacks if something happened that triggered access. It hurt when that happened like the reader heads stuck and trying over and over to read the area. I learned how to control it though, like I flagged it as bad memory most of the time. It isn't like I lost everything, the operating system is intact like nothing happened. Like Roxy and her measurements, it just works for no known reason. The injury was very vivid in my dreams however, like burnt in. The hit on my head I don't remember, that problem may have occurred before my knee or after for all anybody knew. My doctor thinks that maybe the anesthesia may have been the culprit to an unknown preexisting condition but can't prove it. 

I had decided it was time to go in, I really wasn't in the mood and needed to take a piss anyway and get another beer. Roxy pouting of course and on the verge of tears. We had just gotten to the door when a car pulled up. 

"Pearl!" Roxy said excitedly. 

"Came to take you home I hope." I said relieved. 

Stunning is all had to say. Yellow blonde hair that cascaded to white, my cheerleader girlfriend had hers that way, one memory I do remember. Tanning salon for sure, nice manicured red nails shorter than Roxy, white halter sporting large tits, tight white jean shorts, ankle socks and trainers. A marvelously toned green eyed specimen. 

"Please forgive me Roxy, I am so sorry." Pearl yelled running up and hugging Roxy. 

"It is okay Pearl. I had a wonderful day that ended on a bad note maybe." Roxy said returning the hug and kissing Pearl. 

"What happened?" Pearl asked giving me a dirty look. 

"I found the man of my dreams and he turned me down. I still think I can change his mind." Roxy said sadly. 

"Why?" Pearl asked rolling her eyes. 

"He wants me to finish school first." Roxy said flatly.

"Smart man." Pearl said agreeing with me.

"Beer or water is all I have Pearl." I said politely.

"Water if you please. How many has she had?" Pearl asked me.

"Two." I answered.

"Good! One more and she will sleep on the ride home." Pearl laughed. 

I got the requested drinks then went to the bathroom. I needed the ice bag again. That little trip of carrying Roxy made it flare up again. I put on a pair of shorts to make sure of no surprises this time. I got my ice bag out and another beer for myself. I didn't think about it, Roxy may not be able to handle alcohol and why she got emotional. 

"Beer causes this?" I asked Pearl.

"Not that I am aware of on just two, three is her limit though. She must think you are something special." Pearl said surprised. 

"Pearl, you owe him some money for this cutie outfit he bought me." Roxy said starting to slur.

"I am real sorry for getting the address wrong. Raven and I just wanted to give her a little of what she wanted." Pearl stated with a laugh.

"She got what she wanted except for me. I just couldn't agree with her plan. She is great, I just can't see giving up what little I have on a whim and a prayer. I can't afford to keep her either, plus I am not good with relationships." I said trying to explain. 

"It will be alright in a couple days I think. She just needs to get back in class. Ouch! Your knee." Pearl said wide eyed. 

"Yeah, tore it up pretty bad and they can't find what is wrong and is hurting like hell." I said grimacing a little. 

"May I have a look?" Pearl asked looking at the massively swelled knee wondering how he even walked. 

"Sure, why not." I said just being polite. 

Pearl put my leg on her shoulder and went through the same procedures as the doctors. I was surprised, and such gentle hands when she probed. Well, until she hit a spot, I was climbing off the ceiling. She went for my calf and thigh calming me down from the pain. Then went a little gentler but found the spot again, then bent my knee and went to probing again.

"Minor cartilage tear or separation, probable scar tissue with a bone chip or foreign object embedded. Might need a tilted MRI to locate it. Really needs to come out. You should go to the hospital now." She diagnosed.

"You a doctor?" I asked surprised.

"Nah, certified x-ray tech." Pearl answered with a smile. "Done a hundred of these. Football injury?" She added.

"Yeah, back in high school. It is worth a shot." I said thinking I would make a trip to the doctor again next week.

"I bet the doctor has never seen it swelled like this." Pearl guessed retreating back to the couch to sit beside Roxy. 

"No, the swelling always abates before I get there but has been getting steadily worse lately." I said glumly.

"Whatever is there is trying to work its way free. It will get much worse if not treated soon. You could even lose your leg." Pearl stated worried. 

I got comfortable again with the ice bag in place. I looked over at Pearl and Roxy sitting side by side. A sudden flashback hit me. My cheerleader girlfriend in high school sitting beside her best friend who was a cheerleader also and Hispanic, almost the spitting image of the two. John Henry skyrocketed to attention for some reason. John Henry was straining and I was rethinking my position with turning down Roxy. I was thinking of taking them both on and I didn't know why. 

"Mustard and Ketchup." I said as those names or words came out of the spinning void in my head and straight to my mouth.

"Huh?" Pearl asked, suddenly breaking the fog I was in.

"Which do you like on your hot dogs?" I asked as that was the last thought in my head as the image let go.

"Mustard, especially on corn dogs. Roxy, ketchup regardless. Though, all three of us prefer chili, cheese and onion just like our fries." Pearl stated looking at me funny. 

I didn't have a clue of the relevance, it has happened several times over the recent years. Like my head was trying to tell me something only to leave me frustrated like now and I had a migraine this time. Pearl said it was time and needed to get back, leaving me wondering if I am making the right choice all of a sudden. Maybe I scared her with my flashback, not sure.

Pearl leaned forward and a long dangling heart earring fell clear from her hair that I hadn't noticed before. The other ear with just several long strands hanging. The light hit the heart just right and a beam flashed into my eyes or what it felt like. "Ugh" I cried out falling back into my chair. The void spinning again but this time more like a play in slow motion. I was at Kate's house waiting on Yo-Yo to return from her baby sitting gig. Kate was never my girlfriend, Yo-Yo was. Kate was nervous about something because I wasn't suppose to be there and tried to get rid on me a couple times. Yo-Yo came in and I left mad for some reason and the night before the injury occurred, they tried stopping me. All I could see when I stepped outside was a glittering glow like a doorway opened up and I went through it and fell asleep. 

I woke up a few minutes later maybe, Pearl smacking my hand and the bag on my forehead. 

"You alright?" Pearl asked.

"Yes Kate, I think." Looking at a very worried Yo-Yo who had been holding my other hand. I grabbed my head in pain and must have been sweating profusely. 

"My name is Pearl, maybe we should get you to a hospital." She said distinctly worried. 

"No I am fine. Yo-Yo, get me another beer." I ordered rashly. 

"No you are not fine! Roxy, help me get him to the car!" She commanded. 

I don't remember anything other than the endless movie that played out continuously. A seemingly life history of me through the years that just wouldn't end. I woke up startled and screaming for mom with the light shining through the window not knowing where the hell I was. I quickly realized I was in a hospital room when I calmed down and my wits took hold. Roxy had jumped sky high from my scream and looked at me excitedly or was it relief, alarms sounding everywhere. A deluge of nurses came rushing in trying to keep me calm and taking my vital signs. My leg elevated and knee wrapped in a bandage but I couldn't feel any pain. The nurses decided I was fine and the doctor would be in shortly. Roxy came and held my hand as I looked up her wondering what had happened. 

"How do feel Sir?" Roxy asked happily, now that I was awake and free of attention.

"With my hands, I think..." I said not sure what I was remembering was real but seemed real or exactly what she was referring to. 

"You stayed Roxy?" I asked surprised. 

"A slave doesn't leave her Master's side, especially now Sir. You may need me more than ever." Roxy stated with a smile. 

"But your not my slave and I am not your Master." I said less than enthused. 

"Yes I am and yes you are. You just don't know it yet. I am not taking no for an answer Sir." Roxy stated happily.

"And what if I say no?" I asked mocking her belief.

"I think you will say yes, Sir. Actually I am banking on it." Roxy said winking at me.

"Well then slave, how about getting me something to eat. I am starved." I ordered laughing. I had to hand it to her, it took guts and she seemed so sure of herself. Yesterday was something but today I am in a different frame of mind. 

"Only water til the doctor says otherwise Sir." Roxy said impishly not telling him about other further surprises. 

"What about college?" I asked knowing she was planning on staying. 

"I withdraw last week. Anything else Sir?" Roxy asked with a smug smile. 

"Last week?" I exclaimed, it was only yesterday she said she had until Monday.

"You have been here for a week Master." Roxy said informatively.

"A week!" I cried out.

The doctor came in ending our conversation. He checked my eyes and asked dumb question that I answered first. He explained everything the best he could. My knee was infected and the foreign object in my knee had formed a puss bubble internally that broke. The alcohol in my system caused the infection to spread rapidly. They feared the infection got to my brain and caused the coma. They had to operate on the knee, like a bad tooth. They were still pumping food through me so to speak and the infection was gone. Brain scans had anomalies at first but slowly dissipated. MRI's showed a lot of unusual activity along with rapid eye movement and they feared the worst for a long time. They wanted to keep me for a few more days, so I could start rehabbing the knee and observation. He would have the nurse remove all my IV's and stuff for the time being and get some real food in me. 

Roxy took off when the doctor said food, she didn't need to hear the rest I assumed. She probably knew more than me already. The nurses came in and took everything off. Roxy came back about a half hour later with nearly the same meal as Friday night except a banana shake. Shit, that was over a week ago. I wondered if she was driving my truck but didn't bother asking as I didn't care. It dawned on me after a bit, she would have been deemed family but wondered how. 

My doctor actually came for a visit later in the day and looked my chart over and asked a bunch of questions. He seemed rather pleased as well but ordered a couple more tests. They took the bandage off my knee and took it out of the sling before wheeling me out for the tests. I could see the four new small incisions they put in me, red but healed already. Kelly came for a visit bringing pizza and soda that evening. I didn't care much for the broth and jello they ordered.



Dirk and Roxy Pt. 02a



Nothing happened and they cleared me to go home that Monday afternoon. Rehab was easy, just the old rubber band exercises and I was on my way home again with a new brace. The most exciting part, no pain, very little anyway. Roxy being very happy things were going well and drove me home in her car, an older Civic. Yup, the yard looked great and a brilliant idea cutting the bushes to railing level, took less time and looked better than at porch level. I guess Roxy and Kelly were getting along great.

The house is another story. My old well-worn couch is gone, replaced with a leather looking double recliner with fold out center table, not new but not old either. So is the dining room table or what I used for one, a small round wood table in its place with matching chairs. Kitchen updated with actual matching silverware, pots, pans and a few other things that I didn't have time to investigate. Nothing real elaborate either, some of it second hand store items I would say. New curtains on the windows even, flat screen TV with gaming console. 

The bedroom is something else with her king size waterbed all warm and cozy. Not a fancy one, just a square frame with padded rails, no headboard or drawers and curtains to match the bed spread that looked like the most expensive item. The added dresser with mirror didn't match the bed all that well. She did have a bunch of clothes and shoes. She gathered stuff like me, college kids moving on with stuff they couldn't take with them and bought for cheap especially those with apartments. I didn't ask how she got it all moved here, I figured she had a way and definitely planned on staying permanently. 

I could throw her out but for the life of me couldn't come up with a reason. She didn't throw anything away either, it was all in the now spic and span basement. I would have gone to take a look but didn't want to walk down the steps just yet. 

I decided to sit in the swing, a good view now. Roxy joined me with a beer in hand for me. She had a glass of soda for herself and cuddled up next to me. I put my arm around her and gave her a kiss, one of the last memories I had. I thought it was a fixation that I was the first person that treated her the way she wanted. Pearl is smart and level headed and wondered how she was convinced. Roxy is going out on a limb that I wouldn't. She is showing me the love I never received from a woman before. How could I not love her in return?

I thought about our first hour together like it was yesterday, well, to me it nearly was. She was restrained but I never took advantage of her though it may seem that way, she actually directed what she wanted. I may have led the way in the charge of excitement but performed in the manner she desired. Our talk of the lifestyle she wanted was directed to what she desired even. I am still split on what she really wants but trusts me enough that I won't hurt her and fulfill her dreams.

Having my memories back helped in my thinking though I wasn't sure they were real. I may have been poor as dirt but never went hungry. I was a star with my intelligence, abilities and leadership on and off the field. Everything I dreamed about came crashing down in about one fateful and painful second. I became a miserable kid and young man because I had lost everything and could only remember how. I only knew I was poor and had a dream that was shattered in an instant.

I had miserable relationships afterward with women because I was selfish. I only had the memories of my mom taking care of dad and she was miserable. I never had a memory where I was loved except those words from Kate. Which got confusing when I did finally get back to school the last couple of months. More or less I was confused because I couldn't remember. Kate and Yo-Yo tried to help and explain but made it worse and they gave up and went their separate ways or already had, everybody did for the most part. Thinking back, I would have done the same exact thing probably, there is no help for the totally lost. Even with my intelligence, I had no relevant relationship to apply. The college courses, some I barely passed proved that point.

I only knew how to live poor and excelled in that. I bought the house cheap, fifteen year loan. The payment wasn't that much and I was making double to triple the payments because I hated owing people money. I only had something like ten normal payments left and the house was mine. Quite an accomplishment in nearly five years. Even the truck, my only other real possession was paid for. I paid nearly nothing because it had a blown engine and badly vandalized. I learned how to fix it on my own basically, took nearly a year. I was hoping to by a new one when the house is paid for, hard to get body parts from the junk yards now. Coat of many colors I thought laughing as I looked at it. 

I still didn't know what happened that night. The last recollection I had was sitting on the couch after Pearl looked at my knee saying I should go to the hospital. Another blank spot, a week long this time but I guess I didn't really miss much. I replayed all of Friday in my head like it was yesterday completely. I stopped when we were at The Den. I knew why I had the flashback or whatever it was. I made that collar for Shauna, years ago. No wonder she seemed to know me, she did but I didn't remember her. When I carried Roxy from the truck, the momentary grasping thought. I had done that with Yo-Yo once because it was muddy out and she didn't want to ruin her new sneakers.

Pearl reminded me of Kate, hell, they could be identical twins. Kate was no more than a real close friend, I remember now. Yo-Yo was my girlfriend since I was in tenth grade. The confusion came in because of the last words I remember before I blanked out at the hospital, she loved me. Yo-Yo wasn't there because I was mad at her with good reason, actually both of them. Roxy reminded me of Yo-Yo, I wouldn't say twins but a very close resemblance. 

I remembered where the concussion came from also. The previous game in the third quarter, I got blindsided. It felt like a numbing charge of electricity went through then cobwebs but I fell on the ball and treated for the wind being knocked out of me which it was. I sat out for the rest of the quarter but was fine after that, so I thought. Was I really fixed? I still had two months missing that I couldn't remember at least and many things were fuzzy after that for nearly a year or so. That part didn't change. Most of the last five years though, I had no one to blame but myself. Sure, I had an airtight alibi for the way I acted but it didn't hold water to me and I felt ashamed.

All I knew right this instant, a beautiful, kind, caring woman gave up everything for me because that is what she desires. Her hopes rest on that fact I can make her happy and that is all she wants. Like she said, I needed to understand my slave.

"Roxy, why do you want to be my slave?" I asked wondering why she wants to live that kind of life.

"Love." She answered pointedly.

"I understand that. I mean how did these desires of yours manifest themselves?" I asked narrowing the window for deeper understanding.

"My mom I guess Sir, she taught me to be strong but submissive to her man at the same time." Roxy answered not really wanting to divulge her past but knew she would have to if he asked. 

"Were you treated this way as a kid?" I asked mortified.

"No Sir, I was actually brought up rather normal under the circumstances. I was considered an outcast because I am a half breed, an odd contemptuous belief system. I am more inclined to believe it is more about greed and religion like everything else in the world these days." Roxy replied skirting the issue somewhat.

"How were you taught to be submissive then." I asked confused though I could relate to some of her troubled past and why her father may have kept his distance. 

"Not exactly taught Sir, observation." Roxy answered still being evasive. 

"So your mom and dad were open in their pursuits?" I asked getting more confused with her answers. 

"Not exactly Sir. I stumbled on to everything by accident and secretly." Roxy replied still being evasive but hoping it was enough to quell the questioning. 

"So you liked how your mom was treated then?" I asked thinking it was a picked up trait like me living poor. 

"Not at first Sir. I thought it was brutal and painful what I thought she was forced to do and endure. I learned she actually loved being treated that way. I researched the lifestyle and it turned me on. Especially when I found out I could find a man that I could love, cherish and control what I like and didn't like." She replied happily.

"So you latched on to the first person that came along meeting your needs?" I asked mystified. 

"Yes and no in that respect Sir. I have found the right man in you and I am hopeful. You turned me down with justifiable reasons instead of calling me stupid or out of my mind and I was going to follow your order. If it wasn't for you getting sick, Kelly telling me how wonderful you are, with Kate and Yo-Yo leading me to believe you are a natural Master. I just had to stay and make you see the truth." Roxy said lovingly.

"So you moved in without my permission to prove I am your Master and that you love me?" I asked astounded. 

"Yes Sir. You can punish me any way you desire for that transgression. I decided my actions were justifiable to accept the consequences." Roxy answered strongly. 

"It won't happen for a few days, doctors orders you know." I said laughing.

"Yes Sir." Roxy said laughing with me. 

"I don't understand the relationship between your mom, dad and you I guess." I stated trying to figure that one out. 

"Sir, it was complicated and best left unsaid." Roxy stated quietly and worried. 

"Do I get to meet them at least?" I asked stunned. 

"No Sir. They are both dead now." Roxy lied convincingly, they could be she thought. A secret she wanted no one to know about, the compelling truth about her mom and dad that she was kept from for eighteen years. It was an accident and her morbid curiosity, all of which led to her desires. Why not ask her about losing her virginity for her eighteenth birthday which is funny. 

"Sorry to hear. My dad died right before my senior year. My mom ran off not being able to handle my injury and the resulting care of me again. She died a couple years later." I lamented. 

Roxy was sworn to secrecy about his mother by Kate and Yo-Yo. Only a handful of people knew she committed suicide, she couldn't handle what happened to him. They feared it would hurt him more knowing the truth in his rather fragile condition then. Now, the doctors weren't sure but it was covered up and told her to leave it be. They also feared she would go digging for the truth if something odd happened. 

"Does that mean I have a loving Master?" Roxy asked excitedly realizing the indirect meaning of all the questioning suddenly.

"Yes my darling slave. I am willing to try." I said smiling and grabbing her face for a lingering kiss that lasted for five minutes. John Henry loved the idea also, whom I controlled by not wanting to move my partially immobile propped up knee.

It turned to late afternoon and time to eat. I really hadn't had a home cooked meal in forever and Roxy could cook. Broiled steaks, fried potatoes and peas. She also had made sun tea that brewed on the porch. She wasn't much of a drinker but liked a glass of wine over beer anytime, I am sure I knew why. Kelly came to visit, intrigued with the situation I think. The three of us watched a movie, some sappy love story comedy I thought was entertaining as I had never seen it. Fifty First Dates, I wonder if they chose that one on purpose.

Did the infection go to my head awakening the synapses? The drugs to fight the infection leaving them repaired? Were my old memories recorded to the new long term memory drive? The brain remains a mystery as to what it can do and how it really functions and easily toyed with as well. I didn't know and neither did anyone else.

I rested most of the week, getting my exercise in like I was suppose to. My knee responded well, the pain gone and I was happy. The best I had felt in years in that department. I knew enough by now to know why I had tightness and still walked with a limp. The tendons needed to stretch so my toes could bend correctly, caused by the pain and brace I had for so long. I could work that out and maybe the limp would disappear completely eventually. 

Roxy kept me sexually silent though I started getting frisky Thursday afternoon, she was as well. She is like a mother hen taking care of me, making sure I am comfortable, taking the prescribed pills, food and lots of water. The bed is super nice and fun to snuggle with my loving slave. She was on another set orders I do believe but cleared Friday afternoon when my doctor looked me over. He had the results of the tests he was concerned about and everything appeared normal, better than normal for me.

Roxy told me later they were afraid the infection spread to my brain. The only other solution, I had a very high fever when they brought me in and caused my coma like symptoms and everyone was worried. Took them four hours to get the fever and swelling down and were actually split on whether to operate on my knee. The surgeon made the call saying it had to come out and the sooner the better. At least I didn't feel those damn needles going in this time. I really think Pearl had some serious input on what was going on as well. 

That night things changed. After dinner we sat on the couch kissing then she started a movie. How to give a sensual massage. Very enlightening to tell the truth, I never had one before, not like that anyway. Roxy had the bedroom set up and we gave each other a sensual massage. I still had to be careful with my knee, the waterbed sure helped. She teased me like crazy giving me a massage. The poking, prodding, pinching and gentle slaps turned her on like crazy as well. She rode me til we were exhausted. We were both still worried about my knee for any other positions. 

Saturday we went running around a little, mainly so she could get a better feel of the small town and places to go. She had me stop at the mega hardware store for some screw in eye hooks, nails, screws, staple gun, a cheap six inch wide board, a couple two by twos and a sheet of plywood cut in half. Then we stopped at an arts and craft shop for a spool of rope, several yards of cheap fake red leather, felt, thick padding, glue and cheap velvet remnants. I needed some of that to fix the bad cuffs and collar anyway. She wouldn't let me in on her plans. 

Once we got home she went to the basement with a tape measure and came back and put me to work. Cutting the two by twos basically in half then gluing and screwing them to the plywood in precise locations. Cutting the board to the desired length, sanded and coated with supplies I had on hand. She used the staple gun and glue to attach the pad and cover it with the leather. We stopped and said we could complete the project tomorrow. She went and fixed dinner. I was scratching my head still not sure what she was building or how complete we were. I fixed the collar and cuffs while waiting as it didn't take long. 

After dinner, Roxy showed me another video. This one on use of different vibrators, dildos and a few other things of that realm thrown in. The women using them on themselves, each other, tied and untied. Was I ever turned on this time around. After which a training session for me, something simple and I assumed her favorites. Just a little silver bullet and a glass ball dildo where the balls got progressively bigger but not large or long. Much better than the massage but she had me start with a massage first, actually begged is more the point. She showed me how to incorporate the two where the video didn't. I wondered if this is the reason the slave pen did such a great business. I could see why women would like to go, men as well maybe. She was hot as a firecracker before I was through and wondering if she was trying to hold back like in the video a couple times. I couldn't help myself and added a few nibbles on her tits and went for her pussy. She bucked wildly on my tongue and came multiple times in a never ending flood before collapsing in a fit of giggles. She couldn't take anymore of my tongue. She gladly took on John Henry to satisfy my hunger. 

We laughed afterward about the wonderful episode. I could see a point she made last week, a woman could be teased until she gave in easily. It would either take a lot of willpower or a very cold fish to overcome that kind of manipulation. I understood my last girlfriend and her lament about being treated like a woman. One I couldn't fathom at the time, now I realized sex was the answer she was eluding to. Then again, sex with someone that is drunk all the time isn't worth wasting time on. I may have been the reason behind it however though she never made any attempt to change the situation.

Sunday we worked on her projects more. It was the first time I had been in the basement since I did laundry last, nearly three weeks ago. Gone were the cobwebs and collected dust. Especially the wooden shelves that lined one wall that were used as a canning pantry at one time I thought. The old bed made up and the old couch seemed to have a purpose in her design. The old kitchen table as a folding station. Why hadn't I ever thought about that? 

We secured the two plywood pieces first to the shelves, I understood her precise measurements with the two by twos. Then added eyes hooks to the apparatus where she told me. I still didn't have a clue until she tested the softness, leaning her back against it and stretching. "Perfect." She declared with a happy chuckle. I had images of her tied to the simple homemade device. She lined several shelves with felt and covered them with the blue and red velvet scraps she picked up for cheap. I thought a waste of good material at the time. Had me mount the board on the shelves as well, which now had a row on nails to hang items from.

She already had the floor joists marked where she wanted more of the eye hooks installed. Going up and down the ladder so many times is good exercise for my knee. My knee was pain free and working well for the first time since, well, before the injury really. Now I was plagued with stiffness the last two mornings that I had to work out as well, stretching the toes, tendons and ligaments. I would take the stiffness any day over the pain. 

She had two boxes she opened and withdrew a nylon belted contraption with adjustable Velcro straps. She helped me mount it to the eye hooks then made a bunch of adjustments. Sex sling swing she called it and winked. She set it up so it didn't swing that much but I am sure I could figure out the use. She hung several whips, crops and paddles on the board. On one of the shelves she added special bottled soaps, oils, lubes, lotions and cleansers. On another shelf she added several sets of plain black collars, some with several rings attached and cuffs, none of them the cheap kind that I fixed. Three ball gags came next and one that had a penis like object, one just a large metal ring and a metal instrument I had no clue about. What looked like clamps on chains also drew my wondering attention.

One of those long forgotten memories came back as well. I knew how to work with leather, making belts and collars. The collars for dogs and cats but intricate design. I remembered part of it from before, an old man taught me how when I was a kid, the owner of the shop. It allowed me to make extra money when I was a kid and in high school, even my popular wrist bands the girls loved. Sometimes they wanted a little choker collar with shiny metal studs or ankle straps the same. I could also make saddle bags, well back packs for books but those were expensive. Shauna was just an example, seems the memories got stronger as they were jarred into existence. I had other fuzzy memories of Shauna also, more recent.




Dirk and Roxy Pt. 02a



Several different vibrators, dildos, plugs and strap on devices came next. "Damn, forgot about batteries." She said madly. "That is where you two are hidden!" She exclaimed a minute later. One was a suction cup dildo, not long but rather wide tapered and flexible. Then a package that had never been opened that had a key fob like a car and a silver bullet I recognized with just a tail. 

She left and got a couple clean towels and started cleaning everything. Happy I left that old cast and porcelain sink that I thought an ugly eye sore. The faucet leaked and I put in a couple cheap wheel valves, I rarely used it. I watched her meticulous cleaning process but she wouldn't let me help. "You should probably think about putting a lock on the door." She said absentmindedly to me. 

I tried to remember if I had something in the garage but nothing came to mind. She said she needed batteries as well. So I made a trip back to the hardware mega store again. After looking at hasps and padlocks I got the not so brilliant idea of looking at door handles instead. European handle instead of the round knobs we commonly use. Cost wasn't much greater for a cheap one and thought it was only needed to keep the simple mined people from wondering in. I didn't ask about the batteries, stupid me and got an assortment. The batteries were more expensive than the lock. I didn't think about needing the newer thin round design either. 

Changing the old door knob became a bit of a challenge. Took me almost three hours to get it right, most of it getting the plate on the jamb correct. Directions didn't match what needed to be done of course. Most of it because of an old house, wrong thickness of door and the old knob cut also. You name it, I had to fight with it to make it work. In the end, I won the battle and happy with myself. Easier in opening the door also with your hands full. Roxy liked it also once I stopped cursing at it.

Last thing she had me do were to install some eye hooks on the underside frame of the bed. I knew what those were for right away and the soft rope she bought also. After dinner I was expecting another video but that didn't happen. It was her time of the month for one and didn't feel like playing, secondly I needed to rest after a hard day because I had to go to work in the morning. We did sit down to watch a movie with some popcorn this time. Before it started though, she got on her knees in front of me and handed me a wrapped package. 

"I have dreamed of this moment for almost three years." She said giving me a very happy smile. 

I unwrapped the present, tore into it really, to find a jewelry box. Opening it with confusion, a ring, a necklace and a bracelet. Not just any ring, necklace and bracelet. Heavy sterling silver braid with an open lock, a silver star suspended with her name engraved sexily in script at an angle on the necklace. The bracelet, made the same, the plate had two stars separated with my name engraved already. The ring, finely crafted wedding band with "His Slave" etched around the center surface. I looked at it in awe. 

"This has significance written all over it." I stated stunned. 

"Yes Sir. I am your shining star, tells me and shows others I am owned and belong to you. I will wear it with pride." She said strongly and proudly. 

I put the necklace in place pulling the pin that served as a key hearing the click, thinking a fine collar for a beautiful slave. The same with the bracelet, identifying her Master and lover. Only one way they come off with these pins that look like a small needle. I deliberated about the ring for a minute, a marriage between Master and slave, not husband and wife. Is there a difference? Her skin tone making the silver shine more than gold ever would. 

"This makes us official." I said kissing her. 

"Yes Master. I am yours." Roxy replied happily. 

"Couldn't it have waited a few more days, considering?" I asked wondering. 

"I thought about that Master. I decided not to wait any longer." Roxy said joyously. She knew that it couldn't wait any longer, she had to claim her prize. It had only been a week but she could see the change in him. It had nothing to do with her status as his slave. Other women would take notice quickly and be on him in a flash, they had to be shown I was his woman. Small town and different attitude, me being seen with him decked out would keep others away from both of us.

"Your first order then, my official slave is a blow job." I said jovially. 

"Gladly Master." Roxy replied. 

I knew she wasn't all that skillful but I was hoping she would learn. I didn't understand, she had videos to teach but having a hard time finding someone? Bad experiences and found someone she could trust? Now that could be a problem I never thought of, as her lips descended on my cock half way and slowly bobbed. Her tongue swirling driving me up the wall. Suddenly it became obvious, she tried and failed and found comfort with Pearl and Raven and a new start. I found it hard to believe but very possible that her mouth had never had a real cock before except for mine. Her equipment suggested she is game after I realized the truth. 

What she could do right now was fantastic, if she couldn't do more I would not force her, just nudge I decided. I put my hands in her silky hair, I just love the texture and feel. Tugged lightly to go deeper which did happen ever so slightly. Her sparkling brown eyes staring up at me every so often, looking for approval or was it fear. "Yes baby." I said a couple times that were rewarded with renewed efforts. "Deeper baby." I said and she tried before the gag reflex hit her. "It is okay baby. You will get better." I said praising and coaxing her along. "Ready baby, here I cum. Drink up." I said grunting making sure she couldn't pull her mouth completely off. That part she had no problem with and licked her lips with a sweet smile with those brown eyes sparkling. I gave her a loving kiss for her efforts, tasting myself in the process. 

She started the movie and laid her head on my lap as I stroked her. "You have never done that before have you?" I asked curiously. 

"Only once Master, a long time ago and it wasn't a pleasant experience." Roxy said truthfully. 

"Yet, you want me to force you to take it all." I stated just a curious knowing she never used her hands. 

"Yes Sir. I know it is expected of me." She said a little down. 

"Don't be hard on yourself. Not every woman can and I imagine there are some slaves that can't either." I said soothingly. 

"Thank you Master for being so loving, kind, caring and understanding." Roxy said giving a contented sigh and my leg a squeeze. Those were the qualities she was looking for in her man, she knew it from the start. Forceful, yet gentle, one she could mold to her desires and trust he wouldn't go overboard. He is ruggedly handsome in her eyes, no Adonis but a real slave didn't look for that in their quest for true love. No woman can control an Adonis anyway, they are so conceited and full of themselves. She had the looks, but her heritage was frowned upon by many and made her quest more difficult. A real man and Master didn't care about that, one of the first things she tested him on. It seemed to go in one ear and out the other and she knew he heard her statement. Yo-Yo even confirmed it at the party. Yo-Yo looked much like her only of Hispanic background with much bigger tits and his high school sweetheart for nearly three years. 

"You set the basement up like a little slave dungeon. How much experience do you have?" I asked.

"Very little Sir. I thought we could learn together Master." Roxy answered smiling. This was also true, she had seen pictures of play dungeons but no reason to pour lots of money into one. Simplicity can be achieved cheaply and gradually. Unlike the one her mother and father had, it had different sinister uses and well equipped for torture and its purpose. 

"Most of your sexual experience is with women I take it?" I asked determined to get to the bottom of things.

"Yes Master." Roxy stated dejectedly. He is smart, I will give him credit and another great aspect, though that really didn't come to the surface until after the hospital. All of her experiences had actually been light bondage, mostly with Pearl and Raven. She had only had sex with three men, one the night of her deflowering though that wasn't accomplished by him. The second with a possible candidate that went nowhere in the relationship. The third, my twenty-first birthday party thrown by Raven, a swing party or orgy to be truthful. I only count it as one because I don't remember, too much liquid courage imbibed. 

"Fear not my lovely little vixen. I understand now and we will take new things slowly." I said thoughtfully, especially the fear part. 

"Yes Sir." Roxy said happily. See what I mean, perfect.

"I bet you came by most of your toys downstairs cheaply, didn't you?" I asked profoundly.

"Yes Sir. You wouldn't believe what you can gather up at sorority rummage sales. Things girls get as gag gifts, buy for Halloween or Christmas, then want to get rid of is amazing, sometimes for free. Some of those floggers are fifty dollars or more and I picked them up for five to fifteen dollars." Roxy laughed thinking about some of her outfits that were given to her by being in the right place at the right time. 

We went to bed snuggled together, the first time she actually wore clothes, enticing still. I laid there putting the jigsaw puzzle together I had my arms wrapped lovingly around. Sexually inexperienced to be truthful when it came to men. It didn't take a genius to figure it out, she may have been on hundreds of dates looking for something specific and only found what she was looking for in me and possibly failures with a few others. Someone that understood or listened to her desire though I thought unbelievable at first myself. Roxy wanted what her mom had because she was happy. She turned to women to enjoy sex, those that searched for the same traits in a man I assumed. The first parts she taught me could be enjoyable between sexes easy enough, that was the clue. All of it didn't have to be harsh and brutal, but a mixture. I still remember her first teachings when she explained the lifestyle that first day. I couldn't determine from the blow job if she wanted me to force her or take it gentle with my reluctance to push too hard. She knew what she wanted and what was expected and I think she couldn't wait.

I still think we are in the get to know one another stage and me with zero experience in a way. She has knowledge but no real experience either, what a pair we make. She made us official, so neither would back out I assume, a commitment so to speak. I think there is more to that I don't know about. 

She wasn't ashamed or shy about her body, that may have came from her job. She didn't have clothes to wear trimming the bushes and stuff. She might have used mine again or Pearl brought her some. I laughed quietly thinking she might have trimmed the bushes in that outfit. Kelly seemed to like her also, then again she likes anybody that can pay her for work. 

I woke to a wonderful shuddering sensation, John Henry erupting in that wonderful wet mouth of Roxy. Breathing hard and trying to figure out what is going on. My hands wrapped in her hair loosely as I calmed down. Roxy coughing and gagging with tears in her eyes. My remnants and drool running out of her mouth and down her chin. 

"You alright?" I screamed in alarm as Roxy raised up catching her breath in gulps. She nodded her head yes and calmed me a little. I was concerned and held her, until she was able to breathe regularly and clear her throat, though messy I didn't care. 

"I am so sorry." I said unsure of what I could have done under the circumstances. 

"Not your fault Master. I expected you to wake up long before that. You didn't hurt me, more scared from the unexpected is all. Next time I will be ready and not let you down." Roxy stated with a smile knowing she had to do better, she couldn't let him down. Roxy was disappointed in herself, her mother could handle father easily, Dirk was no where near that size. She had read the breathing techniques and positioning and it didn't seem to help, maybe she just couldn't. She liked being forced but didn't at the same time. 

"I didn't push you last night because I knew you weren't ready and didn't want to force you." I said trying to explain. 

"I know Sir. I need to learn and it is one of my morning duties as your slave. This is one of those areas you can gently force Master. If I choke and gag so be it. Just be careful, especially when you cum. Like last night, I don't want to waste it." Roxy explained laughing as she looked at the mess on his chest and hers. She knew what mom and others were forced to do in this situation but he wasn't like that, not yet anyway and hopefully never would. 

"I would have warned you but I didn't know myself. I never had a morning blow job without being awake and very few at that. You did wonderful considering." I said explaining and tossing in a little praise to make her feel better.

"Don't worry Sir. Tomorrow will be better. I better get breakfast ready and you need to get ready Sir." She gave that sexy smile and wink as we climbed out of bed. 

"Do you have any plans today?" I asked wondering if she needed to do something.

"Yes Sir. I was going to ask you whether we could get internet service. It isn't expensive and will help us in more ways than one. I also have an appointment with a doctor, just a checkup, nothing for you to worry about. Plus I need to find a nail salon for a refill and trim. Maybe look for a job, not as a dancer or waitress either, part time during week days only." Roxy explained her agenda. 

"Internet is a good idea since you have all the toys. JoEllen will help you at her salon, her card is on the fridge I think. Jobs, I am not so sure about. Not sure I want you to work but could be helpful." I said pondering the job idea. I wasn't all that enthused about her having a job but sitting around the house all day can get lonely and boring. I made plenty of money for one, two is a different story especially when it comes to women and their needs. 

Work as usual but I had a different attitude and everyone noticed it. They also noticed I wasn't limping around as much. They all knew of course but didn't realize how bad the pain really was I don't think. I had a bunch of insurance forms to fill out of course, get that helpful duck queued. They didn't know about Roxy as far as I knew or my fixed memory problem either, keep that to myself for now. 

The cable guy was just leaving when I pulled into the driveway. She must have got the internet hooked up I thought as I went to the door. Roxy waiting with a drink in hand for me, not a beer but JD and Coke. She was dressed amazingly in my opinion, what I call business chic. Smart blue skirt, an inch or two above the knee, conservative white button up blouse, blue blazer with three inch matching blue heel pumps. Nails were shorter with soft white pearl polish. A big change from college drab chic she wore all of last week. Of course she wasn't trying to impress anyone and kept things low key and unexciting because of me. "Thank you my sweet loving slave." I said smiling and taking a sip then kissing my beauty.

"You are welcome Master. Dinner is ready." She replied happily returning my kiss hungrily. 

"Nails done, Internet hooked up I presume. How did the rest of your day go?" I asked interested.

"Doctor went fine and I got my new BC prescription. JoEllen is a peach and did me personally. I am hopeful about two jobs, one as a part time accountant and the other is a temporary full time receptionist position that could lead to something else." She replied excitedly. 

"Sounds like you had a remarkable day." I said happy for her. 

"Yes Master. I did." She cooed. 

After dinner I worked out. I didn't want to gain weight for one and felt I was turning into a glutton on the home cooked meals already. I was attempting to keep myself calm also, I didn't know why her conservative look excited me so much. The reason came to me when I started working my knee specifically, brain is still slow on recollection at times. Miss Clinkton, my high school English Lit teacher dressed that way. She was a good teacher, young, hot looking, and unwittingly a showoff. Sometimes we wondered if the showoff part was done on purpose but couldn't figure out whom it might be directed toward. Some of the girls even changed their dress style because of her. 

Nothing much really happened til Thursday other than her blow jobs got better, I was more forceful and more careful at the same time in that area. I don't think she will ever be the deep throat artist and I wasn't worried and didn't care. I learned how to control the situation and always praised her for her efforts.

I opened the door after my normal day at work expecting my drink. Roxy was bowed before me with collar, cuffs, leash and wearing five inch black heels on a new entrance rug. The only thought I had, neighbors puppy dog ready to play from when I was a kid. I could smell dinner being ready but a quick look told me it wasn't on the table.

I picked up the leash debating if I should have her crawl to the bedroom or have her stand and walk. I decided the carpet was a clue and I knew how my knee would take the idea on hardwood floors. I just pulled up on the leash and she gracefully stood up and I led her to the bedroom. John Henry alive and kicking, instantly straining from the second I walked in the door that I left open, just the screen door slamming behind me.

I knew she was hot as hell, her nipples were hard and pointing. I had her undress me slowly, my boxers last as she bent down in front of me and John Henry sprung forth and she licked her lips. Somehow I knew she wanted it rough and hard. I had sort of found a rhythm she liked during blow jobs but I had done some research on the subject with us having the internet available. I am sure she had also and tried those techniques to no avail. I grabbed her head and she knew what that meant and had her luscious lips and working tongue around my cock instantly. I let her bob for a few strokes before impaling her mouth and allowing for the gag and choking that she seemed to enjoy before releasing. I let her calm down to catch her breath and wait til she went back to her bobbing. 

I gave her the instruction I had read and several agreed with, she never used her hands before. I had her use her hand as a stopping point around my cock where she wouldn't gag or choke and hold that spot no matter what. That made things so much better for both of us and I didn't have to be as cautious. Took a little trial and effort on her part when I erupted but that came later. The reason for wanting the choking and gagging I found about later also. This time however I wasn't wanting to cum in her mouth and stopped her when I got close and we climbed in bed so I could calm down some. 

We hadn't had sex since Sunday morning and I knew she was anticipating getting fucked hard. It was the hardest I had seen her nipples since the sensual massages. I knew what they wanted and she wanted as well. I pinched and pulled her nipples hard as she rode me like a demon, even with her crying out in pain, she never stopped my attack or even told me to be gentle. I even slapped her tits leaving behind my hand prints, made her howl and send her into orgasm. Of course John Henry couldn't hold back any longer because the life is being squeezed out of him. Roxy collapsed on me panting, drooling and sweating from exertion, kissing me like crazy. I chose the cowgirl position because it takes longer for me to get off, even as excited as I was, not sure why. 




Dirk and Roxy Pt. 02a



"Thank you Master! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She loudly praised. 

We even got in a sixty-nine position after that. I was hesitant at first, but if she could lick our combined juices with relish, why couldn't I. A little salty tasting, but nothing to be squeamish about. I think it surprised her though I don't think I would do that if someone else left a load in her. She got off again from that, mildly but I could tell. She even licked my face afterward because I was coated. 

She had dinner ready and served a few minutes after we got the energy. She had it set to stay warm because she was hoping for what happened, better than she could have dreamed. I wondered about her at the door as I had read some stories in the last couple of days, rarely finished because of John Henry. I understood the reasoning for certain positions, like training dog tricks but thought it petty. I asked her about waiting at the door like she did tonight. She left it up to me, everyday or when desired. I asked how her mother did it or if she did. Her mother was always naked at door like she was tonight, it told her father that she wasn't around. That is when I figured out secret accidental observance meant spying on purpose. I wondered how deep her spying got knowing she was a computer science major. I didn't let on that I knew either, thinking it might be one of my imaginative wild ass guesses. 

I didn't know how I wanted to handle it truthfully and thought it over during dinner. I did like being greeted at the door with a welcome home kiss and a drink at a minimum. I did like the idea of knowing she was over her period and ready to perform, she is quite the touch me not during that time frame. At least she wasn't a bitch about it like a few others, many recollections I actually had in that area. I finally decided on Fridays and the day after like tonight and the other times with a drink in hand. It changed a month later when we found a wooden standing coat rack for cheap and kept a collar and leash available anytime I felt like it by the door in addition. 

Roxy had been a busy bald beaver while I was at work also. After dinner she showed me a short collected video she put together. Call it rope tying techniques 101 if you want. I could tie a few knots with a rope but nothing this elaborate. I thought I needed macrame lessons or something. She was laughing after I made the comment, it didn't matter about the elaborateness of the rope, but positioning. I caught on after that, she was wanting me to pay attention to the positions the women were tied up. Vulnerabilities, suspension and some teasing that ensued, different positions and how not to hurt someone, like cutting off blood flow or breathing. Simple to elaborate and hard core hog tying. A couple I thought were kind of brutal in my thinking, especially the breasts that turned blue. Roxy actually had to explain that, when the rope is released the sudden return blood flow is painfully excruciating but the tingling sensations drives some women wild. The one where the woman looked like a pretzel and used like a rocking horse to suck cocks got my attention as overly rough but takes more than one person to be done safely. 

We were already tired from earlier for a practical exercise, maybe tomorrow. We even had a video chat with Pearl and I got to meet Raven for the first time. I see why she is called Raven, what a thick mane of long shiny black hair. What I could tell, the three could almost pass for sisters body wise, interchangeable and wear each others clothes. We watched a movie after from her service she paid for, lots of movie titles and TV shows for around ten dollars a month, beats cable. 

I came home Friday, I thought we might go out for once together somewhere nice for a change not even thinking. I opened the door and Roxy is at my feet waiting like a good slave. I couldn't think of a new plan off the top of my head. Leading her to the bedroom gave me time to think of one. Roxy is a genius and already had the idea set up for me, partially. She had went ahead and set the ropes up knowing I would want to try that out. All I had to do was tie the ropes to the cuffs which is easy and adjust. What I did next I don't think she expected as I got out a bottle of oil and gave her a teasing frontal massage. Then went to find her ticklish spots, she has few I found out, her insteps, her tummy but had to work at those, and her underarms. I would get her to giggling and writhing then pinch her oily nipples and watch her strain against the ropes in a groan. I would change it up and play with her clit. She even begged for me to take her. That is when I got her little bullet out and teased her more adding all the excitement together. Her begging became strained to say the least.

If John Henry wasn't so adamant about wanting her heavily leaking cunt, I might have untied her to go out for a drink, making her suffer. I gave into both our desires, though I wondered being spread eagle like that is punishment enough for her. Not being able to use her arms and legs to her advantage. Her fast hard grunts proved she loved the exercise. I would have teased her using my tongue as well, foresight next time and use a different oil, flavored one at that. The one I used is very bitter tasting for some reason. 

While eating there was a knock at the door. I didn't think about it as Roxy got up to answer it, she did have her robe on as did I but never thought about the cuffs and collar still being on. Kelly wanting to know if she could mow the yard, she needed money for a homecoming dress and shoes in a couple weeks. It did need mowed and I was very capable now but for her, why not. I knew what it was like being poor and needing money at that age. It is probably the last time this year that it would need mowed. Watching Roxy return noticing the collar and cuffs, I wondered if Kelly thought we might be a couple perverts. 

"Do you know what her parents do for a living?" Roxy asked being curious.

"They teach sight and hearing impaired kids and as sign language interpreters." I answered as that is all I really knew. I didn't know who they worked for but they didn't make a bunch of money as far as I knew. I wasn't even sure how many kids they taught, it wasn't a big area so it couldn't be many. 

"I was wondering. She acted like they don't get along very well and couldn't get much out of her about them. She was even happy getting out of the house to help me move in." Roxy stated. 

"She loves them very much but they take her for granted quite a bit especially since she got her license. Even before though, there is a gap between them, teenager stuff mostly. She is always coming to me for advice. Think Mr. Holland's Opus in reverse might describe it. Yeah, she will work her tail off for a buck to spend on herself, not that she is selfish." I said thinking of something she might understand. 

"She is frustrated with them because they can't relate to her problems." Roxy said understanding all the endless questions Kelly asked now.

"Basically." I said agreeing and she had a woman to relate to now, makes sense. 

Saturday started off like any other morning, after breakfast was another video using whips, crops and paddles. She made sure to tell me canes and certain whips were off limits. I wondered if that was from personal experience but I doubted it. She started the laundry before I further used my rope tying antics on the leather covered apparatus she made. I started with a crop as I figured that would be the easiest to start with. It might have been but my reluctance in hurting her got the best of me for a long time. She kept begging to be hit harder and I just couldn't do it. Finally she pissed me off and I smacked her nipple hard and she screamed and tears rolled down her cheeks and shook. "Now the the other one just the same." she begged after calming down. I just shook my head in disbelief but did as she asked, she only grunted this time as it wasn't a surprise blow. Her nipples seemed to grow bigger, longer and harder instantly. She wanted me to move to a flogger, the mid size one. She said the small ones were a bit wimpy and might want to practice on something other than her with the long one first, like a watermelon. The flogger was actually easier to use for some reason, maybe because it was all in the wrist and arm. The pad of the crop seemed to bend and flick too easy and made it harder to control with the long stiff flexible handle. I could also hit more body area dampening the blow at first. Easier to tickle her also before smacking her with the stinging blows she loved. She liked how I used it on her pussy and her clit seemed longer and more swelled like her nipples.

She actually got off howling from the experience as I thought she was going to break her homemade device as she bucked and slammed her ass against the cushioned pads. Her pussy actually bubbled frothy white from her own orgasms that leaked uncontrollably in drips to the floor. She begged to be fucked after she calmed down enough to speak. Even spread and open as she is, it is a tight fit for John Henry. It was like feeding a hungry tiger and John Henry is the lunch menu. If she wasn't so wet I doubt I could have moved and nearly happened when I pinch her nipples. It didn't take me long to get off and she screamed again long and hard in her own orgasm when I did.

She was exhausted and needed to lie down. The reason why the old bed was brought downstairs I assumed. I actually had to carry her to the bed as she didn't have the strength to walk. She asked me to get a bottle of scented lotion and massage her body gently. Her body is still on fire and responded to the manipulation with her moaning. She stopped me when she couldn't take it any more and rolled over and told me to take her ass. I did as she asked and there was plenty of lubrication from her sopping pussy. It took me a while to get off much to her satisfaction as she panted and moaned keeping up with me, both of us getting off one last time. Me, more than her this time. We both collapsed in a pool of sweat, tired and worn out. 

She confessed about her mother because she knew I didn't understand fully. To be honest she wasn't sure either, just had her suspicions. Her mother quit her high paying job to take care of her and be with her father. She didn't know all the ins and outs but her mother had enough money to live the soccer mom and semi affluent lifestyle. Her father only visited enough so she knew who he was basically but a secret she had to keep and wouldn't delve into that either. He actually visited more than she knew about. He had to take care of her mother sexually after all. She was left with sitters many times overnight and for the weekend. When she got older that practice stopped and didn't see him as much either that she knew about. 

Most of her observances didn't until after she turned eighteen. She was suppose to be on her birthday sleepover but didn't feel well and came home. That is what started her downward spiral, as she watched from upstairs and wondered why her mother was at the door naked much the way she is when I came home. Her father showed up and literally drug her to the bedroom with her laughing the entire way. The sounds of that evening got the better of her and she later broke the only rule she ever had growing up, stay out of her bedroom. 

Yeah, she was a computer geek like most kids these days and set up hidden cameras to find out what went on behind secret doors. Her morbid curiosity had been piqued. That is when she found out her mother was his slave. There was a secret door through her walk in closet to another master bedroom that had been sealed off, even the windows and entry door sealed by kitchen renovations, much like our basement. 

Her mother was a pain slut as well. She really didn't know if she was or not, it just turned her on before. The reason she had knowledge but no experience other than light bondage. That first occurred about a month after she turned eighteen by her two best friends a few months older than her, the only two girlfriends she had and they did almost everything together. 

Somehow they found out about her new found little obsession and tied her up or maybe it was their plan all along. She didn't even know that her two friends were lovers, more like took care of each other the way she put it. She actually lost her virginity to a strap on and became bisexual because they forced her. Well, forced was the term she used, willing participant to be truthful because she was teased out of her mind and begged. 

She also got her first cock that night, her girlfriends boyfriend which in a way was her slightly older brother. Her father met her boyfriends mother because they were dating, fell in love and got married a month or so earlier. I guess it didn't matter that boyfriend and girlfriend were living under the same roof fucking each other, wasn't incest. Actually he got to fuck all three of them that night, the other two actually shared more than themselves. That night set her off completely into her desires. 

She left the day after she graduated but wouldn't say why and hadn't been back since. College was only a means to an end the way she put it. She possibly needed an education and a good paying job before she found the right man. She had her own fears and wanted someone near her own age. Someone without experience so she could manipulate them to her own desires. Mostly because she was unsure of herself and her needs. She was afraid that an experienced Master would take advantage and not love her. I was the man of her dreams and knew it almost immediately. 

Raven and Pearl actually conspired together to send her to that slave pen. They wanted her to find out what it was really like so she would know in a controlled environment with a real Master. They didn't have the means or time to do it themselves and where they normally went were booked solid and were referred to this establishment. Raven wrote the address down wrong and Pearl delivered her. Pearl was actually hesitant at first but followed the directions anyway. Drop her off, tying her to the porch railing, ring the door bell and leave. She thought it just might be a drop off point to scare and humiliate her some. Pearl showed back up because they called wondering if the appointment was canceled. 

Pearl canceled the appointment and came in search of her. Pearl was ecstatic she found Roxy unharmed and relatively happy. So was I for a different reason considering what happened. It was easy convincing Pearl I was the right man, especially what they found out about me from everyone. Raven and Pearl were against taking the big risk moving her in but logistics won out in the end and a big midnight move adding Kelly to the mix. 

Roxy was right, I am in love with her. I knew it as well from nearly the beginning but I wouldn't stand in her way of getting an education I thought was more important. If Pearl hadn't showed up I may have not let her go before that weekend was out. Then again, if Pearl hadn't shown up I may not be around now.

I had to research the unorthodox collaring ceremony, it didn't really fit what I read about. I had to draw conclusions that she considered us married and inseparable, common law if you will. Beats a contract I suppose because she wasn't sure herself and no turning back. She basically began teaching me how she wanted to be treated from the start, simple to complex, tender to harsh. I could tell she is becoming more and more submissive along the way as I become more knowledgeable of what she wanted. I still didn't know everything but I am learning on the job.

I did realize she wasn't telling the truth about her mother and father being dead. Conclusions I drew from the way she talked about them. I thought it a touchy subject with her and best left the way she wanted. I wasn't sure I wanted to know why. It just seemed odd that she up and left and didn't contact anybody from her past that I knew about anyway. I might ask Pearl if she knew anything but I doubted she knew either. 

Saturday took a lot out of her. Maybe the realization she was exactly like her mother or just the exertion alone. I treated her like the loving, caring and gentle Master she craved Sunday. She wanted to be treated as a loving woman as well, the part I always failed at before to be honest about myself. The deep rubbing massage with the tasty cherry lotion and gentle love making that followed. 

She got the accounting job for a dentist office on Tuesday, she liked that job the best and actually turned down the temporary full time reception job. She liked the hours because it didn't interfere with anything between us, five hours a day and she was actually the receptionist for an hour while the other woman is at lunch. She would only be full time one or two weeks a year. Pay wasn't great but came with full dental benefits, basic medical and prescription coverage. Just something to do and enough to pay her way as she put it without burdening me. 

I decided we would go out to eat on Wednesday to celebrate. A roadhouse steak restaurant and bar, nothing fancy but good food. I dressed up for a change, something other than blue jeans. She wore the outfit that I bought her, I wasn't sure about that but wasn't going to argue. I felt a little under dressed I suppose. She handed me the key fob for the remote bullet. She wanted to find out if she could hold her orgasm while I played with her. I gave her an ornery grin and went with it. I kept it on the lowest setting while I drove. She just loves my bench seat and squeezing my leg while driving and nearly sitting on my lap. 

I didn't think about how we were dressed and actually over dressed. Most people wear jeans or shorts and t-shirts to this place, or the short denim skirts like the waitresses. The waitress liked her outfit and wondered where she got it while taking our drink order. Roxy had a Long Island Iced Tea while I had a beer. I hadn't been drinking much since that night weeks ago now, just one when I got home she had waiting for me. Tonight there wasn't one because I was driving and the one beer would be the only one til I got home. I turned the remote up a notch when the waitress went to fetch with a sighing gasp from Roxy. 

I did ask why she chose that outfit. Because it was the first one I bought her, this was actually our first real date out. Synonymous to her and I hadn't thought about it. I just thought she wanted to look like my slut personally, then again she would have looked like that in just about everything she had in her wardrobe. She was keeping herself in control however and the waitress delivered our drinks and took our food order. Yup, chili cheese fries as an appetizer. 

We talked about our day and her new job she was learning without help. Seems the last girl quit and left them high and dry and she had some catching up to do. It was a little frustrating trying to figure out how the software was being used on her own. Some of it was trial and error but found it rather simple at the same time. My days were getting better since my knee wasn't bothering me anymore.

When the food came I turned the remote up another notch and she dropped her fork onto her plate. She gave me a glazed look followed by a glaring smile. I think I almost succeeded but wasn't sure. I wasn't sure I should go any higher either but she seemed calm yet. We finished eating and had desert and both of us drank water though she was chewing on her straw. I paid the tab and turned the remote up one more time when she started to stand but sat down with a plop and a grunt. I helped her stand and she squeezed my hand all the way to the truck. 

I opened her door because I didn't think she wanted to mess with bypassing the steering wheel. I gave her a big hug and kiss before I was going to help her in. I asked if she had held off like she wanted. So far so good but her legs are cold and sending shivers. I looked and she had rivulets running down the inside of her thighs to her knees on both legs. I started laughing and couldn't help myself feeling under her skirt and her soaked panties. She grunted and probably would have fell if she wasn't holding on to me.




Dirk and Roxy Pt. 03a



It was April first and you know what that means and the guys, Elaine, and I had a prank planned for the bosses secretary, Joyce. The boss had been fucking her almost daily for years I think. She was always sexily dressed but not over the top sexy. Elaine found a pair of her thongs in the bathroom trash can a few days earlier and came up with the devious plan. She had all of us jack off into them and she was going to put them on her chair. Joyce had a set routine when she came to work, make coffee sit down and check emails, then pour two cups of coffee, one for her boss of course. He would come in, pick up the coffee, head to his tiny and very messy office. Joyce would then always go to the bathroom before visiting his office for daily inventory quotes.

Elaine had stuck some very strong two sided tape to the panties. It worked better than we had hoped, for when she went to the bathroom, the panties were glued to her rump. It was Friday and she always wore tight jeans. We were laughing our asses off. She hadn't noticed and went to her morning meeting with the thong hanging from her ass. The boss came out and chewed our asses off, but he was laughing as well. 

Elaine and I talked about many things since she found out I was much better, mentally and physically. Especially after she met Roxy at the bar we all go to sometimes. Being Thirty-two and a mother of two and not bad looking but acted like one of the guys, she was one of those bored women and sexually frustrated. A couple times a month if you were lucky, no wonder that slave pen could do a great business. Elaine couldn't afford that however. I decided to prank her also, I got her one of those remote bullets that Roxy, Shauna and I played with at times. After much debate I kept the remote for the day. Elaine never said anything and thought it was a joke probably, I know she had to see it and the note attached but never said anything.

After the late afternoon break, she whispered, "I am ready to play." in my ear. I laughed at her and turned the remote on, her eyes went wide. I don't know how she concentrated driving the forklift but I didn't have to worry about the buzzing noise at high speed. About twenty minutes before quitting time she came and asked for the remote and went to the bathroom. "Job well done, seven times. Thank you so much." She said returning a minute before clock out time, both of us laughing. 

I came home to my two wonderful slaves waiting at the door. I am horny as all get out from the way the day went at work. Took both of them by surprise as I made no pretenses taking Shauna and her wonderful mouth as soon as I walked in. I had other plans for Roxy as she remained in position. Those plans got stymied when I spied Cousin It on the couch watching in rapt attention. Truthfully, it turned me on even further having someone watch I didn't know. I am thinking a joke on me now, wish it turned out that way. After all the kisses between the three us afterward and my drink in hand they all had to talk to me. 

Cousin It or Tess as that is her real name. Five foot five, packaged differently, smaller than Roxy on top, full B. Thick black hair to her knees, had it fixed in three pony tails with different color scrunchies. Dressed in layered black, black leggings ending in lace, black lace skirt over them. Black tank top with white mesh top and a black lace top over that even. Heavy black makeup except for her lips, glossy sexy red. Classic sexy goth look I thought rounding out her wear with three inch black pumps. She never said a word, just watched with odd hazel eyes. 

Shauna explained what she knew about her. Tess is the niece of the now deceased owner of the B&B, she would be twenty-one in a couple months, not the brightest rock in the quarry. Tess was living with her uncle who owned the B&B since her parents died six years ago in an auto accident. She dropped out out of school to work at the B&B but did the classes through the computer to finish, home schooled.

Her uncle died of a heart attack a week ago under mysterious circumstances according to Tess. He hired Shauna of course and she said he was a pretty fit guy in his late fifties. The place is in trust until she turns twenty-one in mid June and a manager was hired to run the place until then. 

Tess rarely talks to anyone, being called a freak by most people. She dresses goth so people will leave her alone actually. Tess and Shauna work together of course and became good friends. Though I recalled Shauna saying she was a bit off her rocker so to speak. Tess was actually hiding in her car so she knew no one could see or follow her and had Shauna drive her here. I thought she was paranoid or delusional if you ask me.

Tess was being harassed by two Slum Rat Bitches, the remaining gang members of thugs, thieves and drug dealers. Long story short, the urban renewal project is heating back up taking the remaining vestiges of their gangland home away and they had no where to run they could afford. Well, that was the thought anyway.

They knew she is inheriting the B&B. Hint, new place to set up shop. They were trying to convince her of the easy way before resorting to more unconventional methods. She had a problem that no one with any kind of authority would believe her. Yup, everybody thought she was paranoid and delusional. I would have thought the same thing except Shauna confirmed the issue by accidentally overhearing the conversation. 

I sat and thought about the situation for a while. Yeah, past experience says the Slum Rats have no scruples but I could only come up with one, maybe two scenarios that would work, even then it could be iffy. Someone more sinister could be lurking in the shadows however. Didn't seem like a plan to make her sell cheap or run her off either. Maybe it was all nonsense and she just wanted in on our secret life. 

The more I thought about the B&B though, I could see how it could be used and a prize worth taking. The place is a mansion after all, I had been in it once when I was younger, school dance. Built like a southern plantation house, with a ball room, kitchen, dining room and drawing room on the first floor. Ten large bedrooms on the second floor with a large staircase from reception. Servants quarters off the kitchen where Tess probably lived. Stables for four horses and riding corral. The entire property was walled off in wrought iron and concrete fencing with double swinging entrance gate. They did a great business hosting parties and weddings, indoor and outdoor.

Tess wasn't asking for much, she just wanted to wear the pink leather collar she brought with her with a dangling star pendant like Shauna. She just needed someone to vouch for its intended use. That idea stunned me, something that simple would scare them off. Tess explained the symbolism, it was the one thing the Slum Rats feared the most. You don't cross a Master's slave, retribution alarms them. 

Roxy and I talked privately after she pulled me off to the side while Shauna and Tess talked. Roxy said it might be a far fetched story but could be very truthful also. She could handle the situation if the need arose plus Tess could make a nice addition in either case. I wouldn't have to be involved unless something came up.

I didn't like the idea all that much the more I thought about the situation. I wasn't the rich and powerful Master they would fear, more like an ant to be stepped on. I could see why Tess came to us in a way. She would know others in the area surely, more capable than us to protect her. Maybe she didn't trust them or more to the point, she didn't want to become theirs or possibly they couldn't trust her. I became the scales of blind justice all of a sudden and the feeling is very uncomfortable. I gave Roxy leeway in the matter but to keep me apprised of the situation if one developed. Roxy had a couple hours of time to talk with Tess which I never thought about.

Tess joined us in the basement fun that evening, as a playful active participant. Even telling me we should get some special tape, she was no stranger to the activities. Tess and Shauna seemed attracted to one another and even demonstrated the use of the two headed dildo we hadn't got around to as of yet. Tess was a bit different with her pierced nipples and intricate red and green flowered vine tramp stamp on her lower back.  

I was very proficient with the crop and really my favorite demented choice of weaponry. I knew how hard and where to direct my blows on Roxy. I could make her whimper or howl in pain and she never knew which was coming. I liked using the short floggers on her pussy instead of the crop. The longer flogger on her backside. I never used the real long flogger, heeding the advice of Roxy and not feeling the need for its use. Roxy got a new sensation tonight however when I put her in the swing and used the short flogger on her spread pussy. Tess and Kelly each attacked a breast and nipple. Normally, Roxy held back til I sunk John Henry in to the balls and fucked her silly, she let loose like a banshee before hand. I gave her a different reward, I sunk balls deep into her well lubed ass. Shauna performed clean up duty on my poor exhausted cock while I watched Tess do the same with Roxy. That turned me on and Roxy as well as it was a first for getting her ass reamed by a very talented tongue. Shauna got another delightful load to swallow. 

Tess wanted worked over with the crop but only her tits basically. She didn't want to be tied up as of yet either as she sat on the floor and leaned back grabbing her ankles with her hands, like Shauna the first time. I think it was more about her gaining trust in me and satisfied with the results I hope. Roxy and I rested comfortably on the couch as Shauna and Tess did the rumba with the two headed chap. Tess and her hair turned me on and I had devious plans developing in my mind but did need a trim to even it out.

Roxy filled me in later about Tess. Tess was sometimes a willing participant to her guests at the B&B. She hadn't exactly let loose about being tied up and I could understand that fear. She was also scared and feared being alone in the world and actually very submissive but she had to trust first. She trusted few and her look and attitude kept most people away. She could defend herself in a one on one situation but not a group. The red lip stick was for my satisfaction over her more conventional black, a learned trait. 

I guess things were going according to plan as I hadn't heard a word, just a warning issued weeks ago. Tess would come over for an hour or two on Friday evenings with Shauna for a little fun. She liked to sit and masturbate with a vibrator when I came home, we never had sex. It wasn't that she didn't trust me, she was more into women and since she wasn't exactly my slave, I didn't bother. That wasn't exactly the truth I later learned.

Elaine surprised me and Friday afternoons started to become a ritual between us. She upped her game this Friday by wanting her nipples pinched hard before going to the bathroom, she got off with a hard squeak that left her blue jeans soaked even. I was gone before she got out of the bathroom and I am laughing on the ride home. Then the transmission started slipping, disgustingly great, and I just got the house paid off. Oh well, just a matter of time I knew. No car for Shauna yet either. Shit! Shit! Shit! Finding a working transmission could be a problem plus taking all weekend to install made matters worse. Why couldn't it have happened last weekend, would have had three days to fix it. 

Next, I walked in the door, woe is me. No one was home, a first and quickly raised an alarming concern on my part. I didn't know what to do so I fixed a JD and Coke to calm my nerves. I had my first sip when I heard the incessant beep of a truck backing up outside. Surprised to find a flat bed tow truck in the driveway. The driver handed me a note and proceeded to take my poor old truck away. After emptying the cab and removing the plates. The note was from Roxy, told me to take a shower, get dressed and pack my black outfit. She would be home in about an hour or so and not to worry. Yeah, right!

I followed her request after downing my drink. I wondered how she knew my truck was broke down. That was the first thing that came to mind. I got ready in record time and had my bag packed waiting on Roxy just as she asked. Roxy came in about ten minutes later giving me the shush sign with her finger to her lips. 

"Sorry I am late Master. JoEllen was so slow at the salon." Roxy stated but I could see the tension in her eyes though her nails looked fabulous.

"She did a great job." I said playing along though it didn't make sense and she was still in her dentist scrubs. 

"Give me a minute Master, to change and we will be on our way." Roxy stated happily.

"Hurry my loving slave." I replied playing along. 

It didn't take her long as she came out dressed in jeans and a tank top that left her breasts on yummy display and heels. She carried a bag with her also. I gathered up mine and we left for the car. "Talk about nothing Master, the car might be bugged." She whispered in my ear.

"Did they say when your truck is going to be fixed?" Roxy asked once we were on the highway headed out of town.

"Nah, they just sent a tow truck to get it." I stated looking at Roxy quizzically.

"I know how much you love that old thing. I hope they can fix it." Roxy stated with a wink though I could see the anger in her face. 

"Not the end of the world, I was planning on getting a new one soon anyway." I replied laughing. 

"Raven and Pearl are going to be so happy to see us." Roxy stated telling me where we were going at least.

"Been awhile hasn't it. Hope they are ready for a fun weekend." I said playing along. 

"They can't wait but I have to go to the bathroom." Roxy stated as she pulled off into the rest stop. 

We both got out as I wanted some answers and something to drink. Roxy got our bags and threw me mine which I thought was funny. Roxy did have to go to the bathroom so I waited drinking my Coke until she came out. I was pretty upset at what she had to say. They almost pulled it off right under her savvy nose. The B&B registry was suddenly changed to a wedding party for tomorrow and the guest list changed for the next two weeks. Tess nor Shauna knew of the changes either so the acting manager and lawyer were in on the plans. There is going to be a wedding Roxy surmised, only Tess is going to be the bride. That makes sense, one of the scenarios I had come up with but didn't think plausible.

Roxy put a little glitch in their plans letting it be known we were going to be away for the weekend and not taking Shauna with us. My truck was sabotaged so her car could be tracked instead of both. She didn't know if the car and house were bugged or we were followed. Pearl and Raven had her car already and taking it to their apartment. She tossed me a new set of keys and kissed me. "Happy Birthday a month early." She giggled out. 

I am worried about both of my slaves of course. Roxy was worried also but had things under control she told me. Roxy didn't think they would hurt Shauna but didn't want to leave Tess alone either. It was the only solution she could come up with where both could be together without raising suspicion. 

We drove back to town in my new semi used truck. A black 1500 Dodge Ram, bottom of the line demonstrator and last years model. Quite nice except it had bucket seats. I loved the stereo system and the ride, nice and smooth. After thinking it over I did ask the dumb question of why not go and pick them up and spoil their plans completely. Roxy only told me there is more at stake than just the B&B but wouldn't elaborate. We stayed at a hotel downtown for the night.  

I didn't know what she had planned. All I knew, Roxy was gone most of the morning and part of the afternoon, she refused to take me along. We returned to the house after she picked me up and wasn't all that happy. She sent me to the store for Long Island Iced Tea makings at about six after we had dinner. She still wasn't in a good mood and and very quiet. I thought whatever is planned she needed something to relax her and listening intently to the radio. 

We left the house about seven thirty with a gallon pitcher of drinks made. She drove to the stables and small barn on The Estates which I thought was odd. Entering the barn however were too very naked and heavily tattooed girls suspended from an overhead beam. Both with blindfolds and gags, facing only inches apart from each other.

"I see you two didn't have any problems cutting their clothes off with the razor blades. Damn, not even a scratch, you were too easy on them. I think we should reclaim your charms." Roxy said in a voice that would make the earth tremble. She unhooked the charms, one on a bracelet of each girl. "Souvenir bracelets you stupid fucking cunts, tracking devices also." Roxy wailed into their ears but didn't get much of a response from the two. 

"Sorry about your husbands and the rest of your so called ruthless gang. I assume you heard the news report. Well done slaves, Master will be pleased you let them hear the news from the radio for themselves. Being thieves is one thing, but senseless rape for kicks or petty revenge is another, so is murder. They had different orders you know, shoot first and ask question later." Roxy screamed in their ears eliciting a struggle this time and muffled crying from both. 

"You knew didn't you, that makes it even fucking worse. Of course you did, you were there weren't you, Janelle? To think I was even a little kind Janelle to you." Roxy lambasted again to more muffled screams and struggling, even tears freely running down her cheeks from under the mask and drool making another streaming patch from the corners of her mouth.

I was the one needing the refreshment as I was shaking, Tess and Shauna joined me, equally as distraught and shaken. This was monstrous even by my standards already and it was only words. They may have deserved what is happening but knowing my beautiful loving wife was behind the actions is another story. I held Tess because she was so distraught and crying on my shoulder. Evidently these two had something to do with her uncle's death.

"You defiled my Master's slaves, that was bad enough. You should really should have checked the computer, it recorded your act and your little bracelet." Roxy said gruffly putting on rubber gloves she borrowed from the office. Removing the charm bracelet from Janelle then coating her glove and bracelet with lube. 

Janelle was struggling again but not the other girl who apparently didn't know what Roxy was talking about. I didn't know if it was the drink calming me down or understanding what Roxy found out that made it seem right. I was confused, I knew Roxy was listening intently to the radio but not sure for what, I didn't pay attention as usual. I watched on as Roxy jammed the bracelet up her ass then added a butt plug, not a small one either, Roxy struggled but finally forced it in. Janelle struggling fiercely to no avail and the loudest muffled screams yet.

"I bet you held her hand Patty!" Roxy stated proceeding with the same procedure on the other girl with the same results. Roxy then used bale twine to tie the legs of both girls up. Their knees were bent and the soles of their feet were sticking up and tied together. Making a belt with the twine around their waist to hold them in place. Their full weight on the cuffs that held them suspended putting a lot of stress on their arms and knees. An interesting hog tie but didn't know why. Both wailing and in tears that was dripping from their faces. 

Roxy waited for them to calm down before pulling the gag out of the mouth of Janelle.

"I know you did your homework on Master Star. Didn't you Janelle? Found him to be nothing more than a piss ant didn't you?" Roxy said humbly. 




Dirk and Roxy Pt. 03a



"Wait til I get my hands on you bitch!" Janelle spat out. 

"Janelle, Janelle, Janelle, such bitter words coming from you. You know that will never happen." Roxy calmly cajoled.

"Oh yes it will!" Janelle said in strained defiance. 

"Tisk Tisk Janelle. You should have done your homework on his loving slave slut wife instead. Just maybe, you would have found out the truth of how much trouble you are really in. Otherwise you would be begging for mercy right now." Roxy stated in a mocking trill. 

"I seriously doubt that bitch, just you wait and see." Janelle stated still defiant. 

"Still expecting a knight in shinning armor to rescue you? Well, it won't be the manager, lawyer or doctor that was helping set up your new home. Good plan by the way, marry our slave to a gang member, steal the inheritance and have her declared insane. Just needed to get rid of her uncle first and have things calm down before putting the plan into full effect." Roxy explained their plot with the B&B. 

"You fucking bitch!" Janelle screamed trying to struggle.

"There is much more that I am not privy to. I know the land developer is the real king pin in this sinister plot and is being dealt with also. I would say you are hanging by a very thin thread." Roxy laughed looking at the rope holding them up. 

"Who the fuck are you bitch?" Janelle yelled sounding defeated all of a sudden.

"Your worst nightmare. The daughter of the devil himself and a Dark Lord. You will get to meet him and his succubus at your final funeral." Roxy said ferociously. 

"No!" Janelle wailed and began sobbing.

Roxy then removed the gag from Patty. She had remained rather quiet in her struggles.

"Patty, isn't it?" Roxy asked calmly.

"Yes." She said weakly.

"You are Janelle's second in command. I am not sure you know everything that was going on by your actions here. You might not suffer her fate but you will talk in the end. You will suffer my Master's wrath however just because you wore his mark as a trophy." Roxy explained. 

"Mercy, I beg of you." Patty sniffled out. 

"I did manage to save three of your Slum Rat Bitches. Janelle, you can find solace in the fact I kept your sister safe. You need her for your burdens as I am not that callous." Roxy sighed out as Janelle wailed more from that statement. 

Tess had calmed down being in my arms, feeling safe now. Shauna looked like death warmed over with her very sad face but held it together. They must have been told what was going to happen at this point and made a hasty exit arm in arm not wanting to bear witness. Roxy came over and poured a drink for herself and sat down beside me. She didn't look happy at all and started crying. 

"I am sorry Master." She stated and hugged me for several minutes before calming down herself, she was so very tense.

"For what my loving slave? You seem to be doing fine. Think they have learned their lesson yet?" I asked not aware of the full extent of what had happened and is happening or about to happen. 

"It is far from over Master. They crossed the line with their gang trying to make a name for themselves. The gang was hired muscle to finish the holdouts in the slum renewal project. They have been taking personal revenge to a new level and with help." Roxy informed me.

"What happens now? I asked with a lump in my throat. 

"Master, I swore I would never stoop this low but what I found out about these people made my blood boil and run cold at the same time." Roxy said mentally exhausted and in tears again.

"There, there baby. I get it. I really do." I said comfortingly and holding her tight, Roxy shaking like a leaf.

"Master, you must finish here tonight and I need you to be strong. I know you probably won't like it but you must exact your revenge for your slaves sake and send a message." Roxy sniffled out. 

"I don't understand?" I asked wishing I didn't want to know the answer.

"Master, I had problems at the beginning of my investigation. I didn't know who I could trust and had to ask for outside help. That help came with a price tag. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this but Janelle and Patty forced my hand and now yours." Roxy stated disdainfully. "These two must report this as your handiwork and no one else. The two goons waiting outside will collaborate the fact as well. Our work in the matter will be shielded from every ones vantage point to a degree and will never be common knowledge." Roxy explained.

"I will do what I must." I said knowing I wasn't going to like it.

"Come Master." Roxy said giving me a tearful kiss then getting up. 

I got up and followed, Roxy handed me a dowel stick about four feet long and half inch round. Her hands trembling and nearly dropping it. I knew she told me once never to use this item but here it was being placed in my hands to use by her. 

"Master Star will dispense with his punishment." Roxy announced aloud. "Their feet Master, the harder the better. It is so they can only crawl like the scum they are." Roxy whispered in my ear. 

I looked at her aghast at what she asked me to perform. She knew what I was thinking and saw the same hate in her eyes for asking. I knew I must, though I didn't fully know why and not sure I really wanted to know. 

I lined up the shot and brought it down as hard as I thought I should. The deadening slap of the stick against both feet. The writhing movement and the piercing screams from my victim. "Harder Master." Roxy admonished laughing. I could tell it was only a hollow laugh for show. I followed her order for another nine swats before Roxy stopped me. On to the next set of feet for another ten swats, my mind numb to what I was doing. Roxy stopping me when enough swats had rained down to her satisfaction. Looking at the instant black and blue bruising and welts, a couple where the skin had cut with surface bleeding. The agonizing screams, crying, tears and drool running and dripping off their faces. It made me sick as I turned and tossed my cookies.

"Very good Master Star." Roxy praised me dismally as she took the stick from my hand and handed me a drink. 

Roxy had already realized I would need a drink to rinse out the vile taste, I rinsed and spat it out twice. Taking a long swig hoping it would calm my shattered nerves and soothe my aching throat. Roxy joining me with a drink of her own. Things began clearing in my mind and I had my back turned to the suspended duo but feeling like a heinous villain.

"Almost done Master Star. Hopefully you will make this quick as this is just as unsettling to me as you. The worst is yet to come." Roxy stated quietly and unsteadily. 

"I hope so, don't think I can handle much more." I said realistically. 

Roxy handed me a leather whip unlike anything we had or I had seen before. About three feet in length and really flexible. The end had two thin strips of leather about four inches long, reminded me of a very long snake tongue. 

"Master Star, some call this whip the Devils Tongue. It doesn't take much to welt the skin and easily gashes small cuts." Roxy stated informatively. The two suspended girls cried and moaned out loudly from that acknowledgment. "It is their preferred instrument of choice to others Master." Roxy whispered quietly in my ear trying to calm and steady me. 

"Are you sure about this? What if I hurt them severely?" I asked quietly not wanting to use the whip. 

"Master, they would have used it on Tess and Shauna without remorse themselves. Sending Shauna back to us a bloody mess as a message then come after us." Roxy stated coldly.

Roxy knew how to make my blood boil in anger, I had to give her credit. I had heard unbelievable rumors of their tactics before but didn't realize the truth of the matter til now. Now I was pissed and probably what Roxy was after because she knew how to pull my strings. She had done everything with agonizing slow reason and purpose. Knowing I would hate what I was seeing and doing then giving me just cause for the actions, she knew me well. Roxy was right, there comes a time when you must be cold and heartless whether you like it or not. 

"So Patty, I was a little piss ant that got in your way, huh?" I asked mad as hell. I could tell the truth before she spoke, her jaw trembling in fear but wouldn't speak. "Come on spit out the truth!" I said a little calmer rubbing the whip on her cheeks. 

"Yes Sir." Patty wailed in fear. 

"Shut up Patty!" Janelle yelled.

"Why? I already know the truth. Janelle just wants you to suffer her fate." I said in anger slashing the whip down between Janelle's breasts leaving a dual cut that began bleeding almost instantly. Her shrieking cry of pain hurting my ears. "You had to take us out first because you were running out of time. Not knowing you were being watched carefully. Isn't that right Patty?" I questioningly asked guessing. 

"Yes Sir." Patty answered with a tinge of hope in her voice. 

"Patty No!" Janelle screamed. I slashed the whip harshly across her stomach leaving another bleeding cut. A choking gasp of pain and quick scream escaping her mouth.

"There is no talking yourself out of your fate Janelle. That was decided long ago." I yelled at her. Making two more painful cuts on each of her breasts this time. Her head hanging down, getting sick at her stomach from her own wretched form of punishment. "Disgusting, bitch!" I yelled at the mess she made. 

I made several light slashes on the front of Patty emitting red welts easily. I went easy because she was forthcoming with answers at least. Still her cries of pain rang out. 

"You do know you were being double crossed! You think a powerful lawyer would let scum like you run a fine establishment being wanted criminals! He was just wanting his hands on the place and set you up to take the fall. Too stupid to understand that concept." I yelled with reasoning taking over and shaking my head. 

"Janelle! Is he telling the truth?" Patty screamed.

"Double crossed by more than one, Patty." Janelle said in a disdainfully defeated voice realizing the truth of his words. 

I was amused at Roxy, as she had placed black dots on Janelle's back with a black marker in the pattern of a five, like on dice. I got the idea of what she wanted as I slashed each dot with a crosscut pattern with the whip. Janelle took the whip with mere grunts accepting the punishment quietly in her resolve, the truth biting deeper than the pain. 

Patty was a different story but I gave no quarter to her back in that regard. Her screams were muffled as I finished up quickly. Roxy held the dowel stick in her mouth to bite down on. Janelle had bit her tongue as blood ran down her chin. Justice? I was sickened at the thought again. Then again, it would have been us if the tables were turned. 

Roxy went to work again, cutting the twine that held their legs up. Pouring alcohol on their backs with Janelle spitting blood from the screams of pain, Patty screaming trying to stay standing on her painful feet as well. At least her tongue was only cut but swelled already. Roxy brought out a long belt and cinched them together at the waist. They both had pierced nipples, Roxy removed the rings and bars from each. She then produced a needle and yarn like string and sewed their nipples to one another. Birds of a feather I thought laughing. Lastly, she fastened a rubber bit in each of their mouths. 

We walked out of the barn, Roxy gathering all the used equipment. Tess and Shauna waiting outside with a blazing fire that illuminated a waiting black panel van. Two men dressed in black and masks went into the barn and carried the two charges out wrapped in a blanket. They unceremoniously threw them into the back door of the van to a few muffled shrieks within and sped away. Roxy had thrown everything into the fire and watched it burn with a look of satisfaction in her face. Tess and Shauna then went into the barn and gathered the remaining equipment to burn and gathered up our drinks. Roxy holding me tightly with tears still in her eyes. I didn't feel well, though I had a sense of unwanted accomplishment. My nerves frazzled and my seething anger calmed.

"What will happen to them now?" I asked calmly not sure if I really wanted to know. 

"Best you don't know Master." Roxy answered unpleasantly. 

We spent the night at the B&B in the best room they had. A rather special master bedroom, huge and rather elaborate with a double queen size bed. I squinted at Tess with an evil eye. She laughed, telling me it is used as the Bridal Suite. Uh huh I thought and a few other things I bet. Tess had a couple bottles of champagne on ice for us. I didn't feel like toasting but getting drunk felt like a plan and the four of us went to bed a little tipsy trying to forget the night. 

I woke up to a happy Tess shaking me awake before the others. Breakfast had arrived, with french toast, fresh strawberries and coffee along with the morning paper. The shocking headlines in bold print. Police shootout leaves nine dead, five others sought for questioning. Anonymous tip leads police to suspects wanted in several burglaries, rape cases and vandalism over the past few months. I looked up at Roxy who gave me a wry smile. 

After breakfast we took a shower, locker room type shower with several heads with a bench seat and all of us could fit in. Yes, it was a steamy three way blow job I got. Tess is very talented in the art but only the first three inches I found out. Roxy won my juicy reward by default. We had our change of clothes at least and Roxy remembered everything else. Tess gave us the grand tour after our shower and another cup of coffee in the dining room. It was a beautiful place and rustic at the same time.

Tess had other problems to deal with as the police had arrested the manager in the middle of the night, the so called groom. Tess would be the manager now anyway by the time the dust settled. Shauna went to work cleaning things up to help out even though it is her day off. I immediately thought of Kelly needing a job and gave Tess her information, she would need another maid at a minimum. I wondered if she should take the two weeks off to recuperate from the ordeal. 

I had a package and a letter waiting at the front desk. The paperwork on my new truck paid in full, a thank you card for my service. Okay, I could see how that found its way here. The letter threw me for a loop. Short and concise and I assume written by her mother. I guess they had been keeping tabs without her knowledge and were not real happy with her choices including me but it is her life. Recent events however have changed their opinion and would like me to convince her to come home for a visit. I showed the letter to Roxy.

"Please Master let me explain." Roxy said unhappily.

"No need my love. The way you talked about them, I already knew. Something tells me all this has to do with last night?" I asked as the only thing I wanted to know. 

"Yes Master. It had more ramifications than that, mostly local politics. We did send a message, unfortunately I didn't have a choice." Roxy stated vaguely.

"Don't tell me the truck is blood money?" I asked disgusted. 

"No Master. Call it political payment with much appreciation." Roxy answered just as cryptically. 

"I guess I don't understand all that happened." I said reluctantly.

"Master, I have been gathering information for weeks. I knew we couldn't stand alone against them if it came to that. Their last act was to draw us out and fell into my trap. We had to have help outside the mainstream along with locals I could trust that needed our help to catch them. You are a hero to more than you know." Roxy reluctantly replied. 

"I didn't do anything." I said baffled though regretted what I had done.

"It was more than enough Master. Mom and dad are proud of you." Roxy replied sorrowfully.

"You act as if you made a deal with the devil." I stated confused using her reference last night.

"Yes Master, I did." Roxy stated glumly.

Tess came in with Kelly as she wasted no time in calling her for an interview. Kelly giving Roxy and I a hug all excited about having a job. Tess handing Roxy a set of keys and a card. Roxy opened the card, looked at us blankly then rushed outside. A new silver Civic parked at the entrance with white streamers. A wedding gift from her mom and dad. They can't be all that bad with such a gift I thought. Hope I don't go home to find out I moved over night. 

"I guess Shauna doesn't need a new car after all." Roxy quipped, causing all of us to laugh. 

We went home in the new car leaving Tess, Kelly and Shauna to their own work. Shauna was happy she had a car and not being a burden on us any more. I wasn't sure Roxy approved of the gift but wasn't turning it down. The news on the radio more unsettling as more fallout was revealed. Sixteen arrested on racketeering charges including six local government officials. The lawyer, manager and a doctor were also included in the charges but also being held on murder charges in the death of Tess's uncle. The developer and all four of his associates were arrested along with two other lawyers. 

The week went along normally for the most part. Tess turned twenty-one on Wednesday and someone took care of the inheritance paperwork. No fanfare for her birthday either, she didn't have the time. I liked my new truck, a more comfortable and smoother ride with the stereo system. I missed the bench seat, so did Roxy, the buckets were nice and the center console had some advantages, like the coffee cup holders. I would rather have Roxy sitting next to me. Maybe a cap on the back would help for some adventures, better yet a small camper.

Of course Elaine wanted a ride in my new truck Thursday at lunch. We stopped for cony dogs, shakes and fries and went to the park to eat. It was a rather warm day out and Elaine took her shirt off, sporting one those stretchy wife beater t-shirts, overly tight and nearly see through. Her tits were barely contained and her hard nipples poking out without a bra. I thought it funny after we were done eating and sipping on our shakes. She would tease her nipples with the cold container making then stand out further and making the material wet from the sweating cup. John Henry responded to the show of course and I knew she was teasing on purpose.

"Elaine, you better stop that." I said laughing at her. 

"You mean this?" Elaine said pinching a nipple and tugging with a gasp.

"Yeah, I just might not control myself much longer." I said with lusty wide eyes.

"That is the plan, Roxy said I could. I haven't had the high hard one in three months and I need it badly." Elaine lamented standing and dropping her jeans.

Good thing she chose the most secluded place in the park. She leaned over the end of the picnic table stretched out with legs spread. Looked at me and begged, "Fuck me! Please!"

She was dripping wet in anticipation and orgasmed in the first three strokes from behind. I don't know how many times she got off but she had a big one when I pushed in deep and hard letting my desire out. She laid on the table content and breathing hard for several minutes before moving. At least she wasn't a screamer, just lightly grunted and moaned. She was the first older woman I had ever had, well, above twenty-eight anyway. We had to scramble getting dressed and get back to work. 

We talked on the way back. Come to find out, she talked to Roxy about three weeks ago the last time we were all out at our watering hole. Her husband is terminally ill and going down hill fast, pancreatic cancer, and it is getting rough on her. She was hoping I could fill her needs once in awhile but not be one of my slaves. Mostly because she didn't have the time and knew she could trust me, um us. She wasn't tired of the Friday fun but needed more sometimes. I am starting to feel like a gigolo. Yes, I did talk to a giggling Roxy over the incident before I turned her over my knee. The last time I am going to use my bare hand by the way, not sure who suffered more. 




Dirk and Roxy Pt. 03a



On Friday, all three of my slaves were at the door waiting for me. Roxy in the middle, Kelly on her right and Tess to her left. I chose all three, my idea caused John Henry to skyrocket. I ordered them downstairs, the only place I could think of where the height would be right. I had Tess and Shauna lay on the bed with there asses on the edge, feet on the floor and legs spread. I had Roxy begin licking Shauna while I started in on Tess.

I had never had sex with Tess and decided to change that aspect. I had only used her for Roxy and mostly Shauna before, mainly because I thought she preferred it that way for one. Well, we were only protecting her and I didn't really consider her my slave. None of them asked and just assumed I accepted her as my own when she came to play on her own. 

I also understood Roxy about love she tried to explain at the beginning. Love does not need to be a factor between Master and slave. Love is a delicate line in an emotional sense and understood why she used the milkshake analogy. I loved Roxy with all my heart and the other two knew that. I loved Shauna and Tess also but differently at the same time. They loved me and I hoped in the same regard. One day they would find their true love, or maybe they had in each other I am not sure. 

Each of my women had a different pussy I discovered and wondered if there were actually different categories. Roxy had juicy meaty lips with a small upper butterfly that opened her clit. Shauna is about the same but a large long butterfly and both have little fat clits when excited. Tess is more streamlined with no butterfly, her clit when excited reminds me of a mini tapering pointed dog dick coming out to play like now.

Tess and her clit came out to play almost immediately and is very sensitive to touch and makes her legs start to bounce like someone having nervous tension. Her moans start like a buzzing vibrator to go with it and get louder, this part I already knew. She gets hot and wet fast also, like the old Tootsie Pop commercial, three licks to get to the chewy center. Roxy and Shauna had rounded tunnels while Tess is more taco shaped and loves the long licking strokes. Roxy is like a bubbling well and turns into a geyser while Shauna more like a tiny stream that turns into a river, Tess just gets soaking wet.

Here is where the problem came in and my original plan failed. I made sure Tess was all ready for John Henry. The plan was for ten quick strokes then have Roxy clean my cock then the same for Shauna. A round robin, fuck, clean and taste so to speak saving Roxy for the final glorious fuck then the other two would either clean me or Roxy.

When John Henry impaled Tess, she went spastic and clamped her legs so tight around me I could barely move. Talk about a vibrator going off! Her little doggy dick was hitting John Henry driving her mad. Maybe it is the fact she had a real unprotected cock for the first time that I found out was true. She would tense her legs and release, over and over. I could feel her pussy contractions around John Henry, like she was cumming continuously or building to one giant orgasm. Her buzzing moan signaling the highs and lows between quick sudden gasps. Then the big one hit, her body first arched up like trying to push against me one way with her legs pulling then arched the other to push. She muttered something unintelligible through clenched teeth then sounded like a siren going off, then nothing like she was frozen in time. It actually hurt me, physically, at how hard she was pushing and pulling. 

Suddenly she just collapsed and passed out, John Henry of course had no control of the situation and added his two cents worth in the middle of her euphoria. I didn't even realize Shauna and Roxy had quit to watch. The sudden release caused me to stumble backwards, opening her flood gate as our combined juices streamed out. 

Roxy was worried at first but determined she was resting comfortably with normal breathing and I wondered how. She even tore the comforter where her hand had a death grip at one time. Okay, so it was an old comforter that had seen better days. She woke up about five minutes later with the most peaceful and angelic looking face I had ever seen and that contented smile of hers.

Shauna came to the rescue of John Henry but needed rest as resuscitation didn't work and I sat down on the couch. Roxy came and rested against me while Shauna cuddled with Tess. I explained my foiled plan and Roxy started laughing. "A good plan with unexpected results." she giggled and lovingly kissed me.

That is when I found out we had a party to attend tomorrow night, all four of us. All well and good I thought. That is when Roxy hit me with some bad news. The party will be Masters and Mistresses with their slaves with a few special guests. I didn't think it much of a problem. Then she hit me with the real truth, we don't play to their level and hopefully never will. Like the barn I considered over the top severe was actually light from what it could have been she explained. Most would have caned them thoroughly front and back then the same with the whip. That was just for the fact they defiled someones property after they had been warned. I couldn't begin to fathom what happened in this instance as theirs were criminal and the reason Roxy wouldn't tell me and needed outside help. My guess, she saved the innocent guilty the best she could. 

She also told me, she had given instructions to Shauna and Tess not to speak unless I ordered, follow any order precisely I gave them and to stay close. Roxy said she would handle everything on my behalf and not to worry. I had read some stories but I didn't think they were quite true and rarely anything as sadistic as the barn. There were a couple movies I watched and figured out it was faked somehow to tell the truth. Most everything we did however was relatively light by her estimation and wanted it kept that way. 

I was dressed in my black leather pants and black silk shirt. Roxy bought me and a sterling silver braided necklace with a star. The girls in a white stretch halter dress nearly see through and barely covered their asses. It was funny seeing Tess in something other than black with something white on. Their makeup was done in a shade of glittery silver frost to match the star emblems, with liquid gloss red lipstick. Shoes were black six inch heels with with wide locking ankle straps. Collar and leashes were pink with their dangling stars of course. A white stretch limo picked us up even.

The party was held in the hotel conference center downtown. We were announced as Master and Mistress Star and slaves by the concierge. Needless to say I didn't know anyone at the party personally, I did recognize a powerful few by reputation. Roxy knew a couple, one of which was my truck benefactor, I thought he was going to shake my arm off then kiss me, his wife did. Some she had met through her work, mostly the slaves. 

Roxy sent the girls off to get us drinks, there was a limit and they were allowed to have one and only one before dinner. I looked around, big buffet style dinner with long tables and placards so everyone knew where they were sitting, well Roxy and I anyway. Our slaves would serve us of course then eat on the floor behind us, Roxy explained. Many came and shook my hand and thanked me like I was the man of the hour. 

When the introduction of Master and Mistress Banjo, Roxy tensed and squeezed my arm she latched onto nearly the entire time so far. I looked up to see a slightly balding and graying black man about six four and weighing about two fifty. On his arm was a woman, that looked like Roxy but almost pale white dressed in red. Roxy said I will get a kick out of this as Roxy introduced them as Alabama and Susanna. I didn't have a chance to roll my eyes and laugh as he shook my hand and said, "It is about time I met my son." I almost fainted while rolling my eyes and choking on the laugh. Then of course I kissed my mother-in-laws hand like a gentleman should. Roxy got her hugs and kisses after that, funny that I was more important to them. The only thing I could think of was the old song we used to sing in music class when I was a kid. Roxy was right, I thought that was funny also.

We had a lot to talk about of course but Roxy made sure we didn't talk about certain things. I was the guest of honor so to speak along with a few others. Basically, so my mark could be seen upon the community that was indebted to me I guess. I got all the accolades even though it was all Roxy, she saw to it all but that couldn't be common knowledge either. 

The burning questions came when her mother ushered an unwilling Roxy away to the bathroom after dinner. Her father wanted to know how we met and how I turned her into a slave. I told him how we met and I didn't turn her, she turned me into the Master she desires.

"Now it is starting to make sense." He said shaking his head. "We were so careful to keep her shielded, we kept loose tabs on her and thought she was a lesbian and the reason she left and I didn't bother her." He went on.

"No Sir, it was an accident and she is a computer genius." I told him.

"That is how she knew, just like her mother." He stated laughing.

"Yup, like mother, like daughter she told me once or twice." I said laughing.

"I bet Susanna knew all along and how she knew the package was from Roxy." He said with a grin.

"I wouldn't say anything, I know you two want us in your lives and I think she needs it also. I think something happened and she feared you for some reason." I said guessing. 

"Yes, quite right my boy. It would make us all very happy." He said agreeing. 

Roxy and Susanna came back arm in arm, all smiles and happy. I got smeared with kisses from both of them, why I don't know. 

That is where this story is ending. We kept our rather poor reclusive lifestyle up, though there are some stories about the B&B. We do swing from time to time but keep our lifestyle rather secret for the most part. We did buy five acres of land in the country side and put up a two car garage. The house will come someday, when we can afford it. 

Sorry to say, Elaine's husband died a few months later. If it wasn't for us, I think she would have gone off the deep end. We had some fun with her when she couldn't handle things anymore and needed relief. She found someone new and dating him for awhile now, never stopped our Friday afternoon fun though. We are hopeful it might turn into a swing couple, Elaine also. 

Yes, we do go visit mom and dad often, holidays normally. It is really nice to have family and they are living together, actually since Roxy left. 

Tess and Shauna are quite the pair and rather busy and depend on us for guidance every so often. Fridays became a bad time and had to resort to Sundays, sometimes in the barn. I really don't consider either one of them my slaves to be honest. Roxy and I thought about adding someone permanent at the house but decided against it, we have each other and enough side happenings to keep us entertained, busy and happy. 

As for Kelly, no one knows for sure. She marches to her own beat but quite happy. Maybe she is waiting for us to ask her to join but you would think she would drop a hint or just join in. I think she is just waiting for Mr Right to come along.

Raven and Pearl did find the rich Master they were looking for. Roxy and Susanna had a hand in that during the Fourth of July festivities. Raven and Pearl didn't have any say in the matter, a little tough when you are bound and gagged. All I know, they were at the door on their knees not knowing what was going on, hands cuffed behind them with collars on. The door opened, a man walked in with two leashes and basically pulled them out of the house naked. Eight hours later, they returned on his arm in green designer halter dresses and heels that left little to the imagination with gold collars, bracelets and diamond stud earrings. Each sporting a blue butterfly with the wings outlined in gold on their neck behind the ear. Stunning is all I can say and they seemed pleased.