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The Author

By: LeathermanCraig



'Louis leaned in and kissed Mark hard on the lips, running his hands over the rough cotton leggings that covered the thighs he wished to be between. It had been days since he'd rescued Mark from the tremulous seas, and this was the first time that his ward had been conscious and awake. The lips parted slightly and felt warm to the touch of his own heated lips. Tentatively, arms reached up and wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling the rescuer closer to the one he'd rescued. He felt the pressure of his chest against the other, hearts beating rapidly; pushing blood through his system and filling his loins with lust and desire. Soon, however, the other men on his ship would stir and wonder where their Captain was.'

Note to self -- go back and edit "Mark" to "Margo"...

Being the author of several of the quick, easy and passionate romance novels on the market today is easy. Just let your mind go into the moment, lock onto your character and his or, ultimately, her driving forces; identify with them, feel what they're feeling, throw in a smattering of romantic day dream settings -- the decks of the HMS Cosmopolitan or the SS Prowler, the dusty streets of the "Wild West" towns, the prim and overdone Victorian-era London Townhouse or the modern and slick New York penthouse -- add a dollop of "they-want-each-other-but..." circumstances that will be overcome and -- BAM! -- in just over 200 pages, you've got a million-copy seller of the "romance of the week" book club.

But, oh, to be the author of so many of these over-wrought dalliances between "Biff" and "Jane" or "Thomas" and "Sarah" or ... in this case ... "Louis" and "Margo" is just ... well ... it's a job. But it wasn't always easy or quick. It was tough work for the first few times. But then I'd struck onto something -- and I was off and scrolling up the charts of paperback sales. 

Well, maybe not me; but rather it was that alter-ego "nom-de-plume" that was getting that climb up the sales chart. Yep, it was "Roark Flaherty" that was going up the charts, not Michael Finnegan Brewster.

But, hey, the "hit of the housewife" that I was made it much easier for me to be the me that I really am: mid-30s, red-haired, blue-eyed, Irish and decidedly, admittedly and completely 100% gay. Oh, and I'm pretty well endowed. Well, I mean my bank accounts. But that other is a pretty impressive piece of me, too.

Roark Flaherty was the other... He was dark haired, dark eyed, and very heterosexual. He was the epitome of typical housewife afternoon fantasy; a cross between some soap-opera stud and movie-marathon magnet. And he never made public appearances. Never; because no matter how hard I tried, there's no way I could ever be him.

Don't get me wrong -- I'm no slouch in the looks department. But, hey, I'm a writer. If I was better, more like my alter-ego, I'd be up on the silver screen; melting hearts and making people swoon with my smoldering features. 

But, alas, I'm just an average looking Irish-American guy. I'm about 6 feet tall, and tip the scales at 190. I work out, keeping my body relatively in shape; no, you can't crack nuts between my thighs or in my ass, but they don't wiggle and jiggle like Homer Simpson, either. I get my share of looks at the gym or at the bars; but, again, I'm not a "hottie magnet" that gets all the looks and all the numbers and all the free drinks lined up along the bar.

That's something that is highly underrated, by the way. The free drink; the drink you buy some guy as a way of "introduction". It shows that you have noticed him; and that you've paid enough attention to get an idea of what he's drinking; or at least enough attention for the bartender to know what he's drinking. Then it's just a simple offer of friendship (and 5 bucks from the wallet) and possibly -- if the guy isn't a total slob -- a meeting.

But being one of America's best selling authors of steamy romance doesn't get you a lot of free drinks. Instead, it gets a lot of "who?" and "what?" when talking to some guy. Oh, and the typical "Oh, yeah! My mom reads your stuff!" Not a winner there, either.

So, I often just buy my own drinks and meet some guys and don't get much beyond the "what do you do for a living" question with a quick and easy "I'm a writer" reply. Some want a bit more detail, but I just give them a little to make it easy.

Like I said, though, it wasn't always easy. I never could get into the characters. I mean, I could write some great scenes and some wonderful adventures for Sarah or Sally or Polly or ... well, whatever insipid "every-gal" kind of name I gave her, but I could never really get into the ... romance. The lust and the passion; it always eluded me and threw up road blocks to every attempt I made. And trying to write from the "lustful lothario" point of view didn't work either. I just ... well ... couldn't get it up with him, trying to picture her ... creamy white thighs and voluminous breasts... Yuck!

But then I watched some movie ... OK, it was a porn ... and in the "extra features", there was an interview with one of the stars and he gave away his secret for making hot and fantastic movies -- no matter who his partner was in the scene. He was only "gay-for-pay" -- that he was doing the movies strictly for the cash -- but he had his girlfriend back home that he did everything else with. What he said he did, though, was that he pictured her -- his girlfriend -- instead of the guy he was with. So he never "saw" himself fucking or getting sucked off by some of the great names in gay porn. Nope, it was always sweet Christy ... or whatever the fuck her name was.

So I tried it. Well, no, I did not try porn. 

Again, I'm not the body for it! But I tried what he did. Only instead of imagining "him" doing "her" -- I imagined "him" doing "him"! And it worked! I was able to get into the heads of my men (and women) and make things work. It would be "Polly" in the tale -- but in my head, it was Paul. And it was no problem having Felipe get romantic and passionate with Ramona -- as long as it was Ramon. I was suddenly able to churn out story after story -- "Pauline Imperiled by Captain Jake" or "Sarah Saves Sam and San Antonio" or any of the other dozens of dramatic drivels I was able to send to the publisher and get paid for.

The hardest part about it now is remembering to go back and change Paul into Polly or Dane into Diane and remember to swap out the he for the she, the him for the her and all the rest. And, luckily, the editors catch any pronoun miss I make and chock it up to ... productivity.

Now, every man I see is a possible hero -- or heroine -- or a lustful lothario after nothing more than a quick romp in the sheets. Now my porn fueled fantasies can leap to life on the page, albeit in a tamer, more romantic version. Yep, that hot scene from "Butt Pirates of the Caribbean" can become a romantic tryst between Captain Jack and the Governor's Daughter Yvonne instead of 22 minutes of Captain Jack getting sucked off by the Governor and fucking the Admiral of the quaint little Caribbean Isle.

I've also made a few bucks -- very few -- by letting my imagination stay in the gutter and going full-court gay, hot, man on man sex for a scene and selling it to one of the magazines. "Friction Fiction" -- what I call my forays into quick porn stroke stories -- are a fun way to get some of the pent up lust out after writing a scene of passion and romance between "Sarah" and Steve. Or was it Sam? It doesn't matter.

What matters, though, is what my own life will be like. I really need to get laid. All of this Sam and Sarah and Steve and Dane and Jack and... Oh, fuck. I need to get LAID! Usually, when things got this bad; when I'd gone for ... well ... weeks ... with nothing and nobody but my hand and me, myself and I as a romantic partner, I could often find some solace online. I'll log onto one of my favorite sites -- hot-sex-now.com -- and get a little cam-to-cam action going with some other lonely guy. At least it was seeing another cock and I could imagine in front of me and maybe it was my hand slipping up and down.

But lately, I hadn't found anybody that got my juices flowing online. There were a lot of guys, but none of them sparked me lust and passion. Instead, I'd think about my current hero -- Louis. Louis was tall, dark, handsome; impressively built and sexy as all hell. Dark hair, dark eyes, olive-toned skin; of course he was muscular, with massive arms and a chest that you could lick for days and days and not get tired. And, while I could never get so graphic in my tales of passion, Louis had a cock to die for. In my head, his cock was about 8 inches long, thick and darkly olive-toned, with a base buried in black hair and a set of balls that were massive -- each the size of a hard-boiled egg. His cock had a curve to it -- like a ripe banana -- so that it would always be pointing up and filling any willing mouth.

Now that I think of it, all of my heroes are like that. Many of them have certain looks -- ethnic generalities -- that make them seem to be either Italian or South American. Of course, that is probably drawn from my own attraction to those types of men. Dark hair and olive or tanned skin just always seem to get my motor running. Throw in brown or dark green or hazel eyes... Oh, all bets are off, my friend, and my lust train has left the station and is hurtling towards some unknown destination!

Louis, my current hero, had been around in my head for years now and was in a few of my books; almost enough times for the Louis books to be considered a series. I don't remember exactly when he'd entered my stories; he'd been in my head for a long time, as one of my regularly recurring fantasies. What can I say -- I like 'em big, handsome, dark and HUNG! 

There have been a few heroes that seem to be based on some current actor; some heart-throb of the silver screen. I've had a rogue Scot, an Australian stud or two and even a German bit of hotness. But so many more are just from those other fantasies I've had.

Just like any other hot-blooded male ... well, um ... gay male ... I've had my share of fantasies about Sean Connery, Hugh Jackman, Russell Crow, Daniel Craig and others. Those men of the silver screen; the hot hunks of action flicks; those are the men I often imagine. Of course, the artwork of Tom of Finland and those that follow in his impressive footsteps, also give some of the men in my life a certain look. Damn-it, though. Why can't I find a guy like that in real life...?

So instead, I take out my passions on the page or in front of the web-cam. But not tonight; I am too revved up and hot and bothered to limit myself to a quick yank-n-spank cum shot. Nope. I want real flesh; real blood; real men; real cum. I want a hard cock, a willing mouth, a hot tussle in the sheets.

So, fully showered and dressed, I head out the door, hoping that one of my favorite bars in town will fill my needs and allow me to fill my mouth and we'll see what else gets filled, too. Luckily, living in the desert resort area of Southern California, there's the "gay zone" where you can find more than a couple of gay bars, restaurants and shops; all in a few blocks. And then a few other blocks over, you find another bar (of a more leather variety) and a few more shops... So within five-minutes, I can go from show-tunes and drag shows, to full dance bars full of twinkie boys to quiet and relaxed neighborhood bars. Then if those don't fit my needs, a few streets away, I find the leather guys, the bears and the ... rougher trade crowd.

I found a spot to park by the show-tune & drag bar and headed in. It was a typical Friday night, show-tune videos playing on the TVs mounted throughout the bar, lots of guys chatting, singing, dancing, drinking. Everybody was having a good time. I got to the bar and ordered my drink from Mickey -- a Long Island Iced Tea -- and he went off and made it. Another bartender came up and gave me a hug "hey, Finny! How ya doin' tonight?" I let friends call me Fin -- but Jimmy has this thing for rhyming names and calls me Finny. I tell him I'm doing well, just as my drink shows up. I lay down a five and walk away, leaving about a buck and a quarter for the tip.

I mingle and meander through the bar, saying "Hi" to those that I know -- either real friends or just bar pals. I find a place to set my drink down and take a breath. Its crowded tonight; but many Friday nights are crowded here. In a few hours, many of the guys will walk down to the dance bar or head for one of the other places around -- either closer to home or more in keeping with their darker desires. I'll probably be doing much the same, heading the few blocks south to The Hammer, the leather dive bar.

After about an hour of Show Line, I knew I wasn't going to find the object of my passion there, so I headed on over to Hammer, hoping I'd find something there. Every once in a while, I feel like that character from the 80's movie where she's a romance novelist and no man ever seems to match up to her hero -- Jesse. Even her publisher, played by that fabulous Holland Taylor, calls her on her obsession with her hero, questioning how she turns down all these guys because they're "not like Jesse?"

But tonight, I was sticking to my guns. I wanted hot, I wanted sexy, I wanted dark, smoldering looks, a built body, and a big cock.

I headed over to The Hammer, parked the car and walked in. I'd tossed the shirt I'd been wearing and went in with just my jeans, boots and a white tank top. I looked tough and butch enough and less like a romance writer. I ordered a drink and wandered through the dark and crowded bar.

There was a dance beat pounding through the speakers, courtesy of the hot local DJ that spun here every Friday night. The pool table was engaged, with a lanky boy bent over, his ass cheeks showing through his ripped jeans, as he lined up a shot. The lock on his collar knocked against the stick as he took his shot, but the cue ball rolled true, knocking the 6 ball into a corner pocket. He moved around the table to line up his next shot, and I continued walking by.

Just as I passed the table, a big man stood up and grabbed me as I tried to walk past. "FIN!" he cried out, "Long time, no see! Where've you been?" I turned and grabbed Steve's crotch, squeezed and gave him a hug.

"I've just been working hard. Deadline is coming up. Need to get the next one done for the Holiday season." Christmas was still over 6 months away, but books had to be put to press early to get them out for the big shopping season. Steve was one of my good pals in town; one who actually knew me and what I did for a living. We'd never hooked up; our friendship was more important than the sex we'd have.

He let go of me, gave me a kiss, and smacked my ass. "Not a lot of heroes here tonight," he smiled and laughed. "Probably have a long night of solo handiwork!" I smiled and nodded and headed on, thinking that he knew me too well.

I was lost in those thoughts when I walked into the guy, smack into the middle of his back. And a very muscular back it was. He was 6'2" inches tall, and had a well built physique, honed by hours of gym time or very hard manual labor. He was wearing only a pair of snug jeans; the white t-shirt he'd been wearing was stuffed into a back pocket.

"Excuse me," I said, glad none of my drink had spilled on him, just the floor. "I'm sorry. I just didn't see you there!" He turned to look at me and I noticed his green eyes almost immediately. Then the rest of his body filled my eyes as he continued his turn. 

"No problems, friend. I shouldn't have just been standing in the middle of the floor." A smile crossed his lips, making his eyes light up. I continued to gawk at his body -- the big and furry pecs, the rippled abs, the dark patch of hair working from the chest down into his jeans. The bulge riding just behind the fly of the jeans was also noticeable -- even in the dimly lit bar. He took a step back, stuck out a hand and introduced himself. "I'm Rand."

I took his hand and felt his firm grip. "I'm Mike. But please, call me Fin."

"Fin? Interesting."

"It's from my middle name -- Finnegan." I explained. "Most of my friends call me Fin."

"Well, Fin, it's nice to meet you. Can I buy you a drink?" He smiled and nodded his head at my nearly empty glass. Before I had the chance to answer, he called out to the bar "hey! Johnny! Another round for Fin and me over here!" Johnny nodded and waved and began fixing the drinks. 

Rand headed over and picked up the drinks and dropped some cash on the floor and came back.

"There. That's better." He smiled and took a sip from his beer, as I slugged on my cocktail. I was admittedly nervous. I mean, here, in the flesh, really there, was my Louis! Tall, dark hair, tanned skin; definitely the Latin Lothario look that's been in my head -- and books -- for a while now. I found it hard to meet his eyes; he just fit my desire so well. "What's wrong, Fin? Wrong drink?"

"No, no..." I faltered. "It's just ... um ..."

"He's nervous!" was called out from behind us. My pal Steve had been watching the whole thing and knew what I was feeling. Rand looked over my shoulder at Steve and nodded.

"Nervous, eh? What's to be nervous about? We're both guys in a bar full of guys wanting to be with guys. Where's the harm in that...?" His eyes looked directly into mine and I could not turn away. My mind just kept reeling with all of the parts of his body that I wanted to see; to touch; to lick and taste and savor. I must have smiled and blushed a bit, as Rand reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. 

"Relax, Fin, I won't bite," he said. "Much." A sly and knowingly sexy look played on his face and I blushed even more.

He moved a bit closer to me. I could feel the heat of his body and could nearly taste his skin. His hand slowly rubbed my shoulder and moved towards my neck. With a quick motion, he pulled me closer and put his lips to mine, planting a powerful kiss on my mouth. His tongue flitted against my lips, trying to find a way inside as he pulled me closer to him. I could taste the beer on his lips and felt his muscular build against my body.

I parted my lips and allowed our tongues to touch; to wrestle in our mouths. His hand pulled my head closer, our noses rubbing and our lips mashed together. I could feel his body against my own; his chest felt firm against my chest; his body was warm and firm against mine; I could feel the bulge in his jeans, his cock and balls snared snugly inside. My own cock was stirring and firming up in my jeans and I wondered if he could feel it.

My body responded to his; feeling his mouth and hands on my face and body. I was melting in a pool of desire and yet a certain part of me was stiffening with that same desire and lust, as well. He slid his hand down my back, paying extra attention to my ass. He grabbed and squeezed through the jeans and I could feel my hole pulse in response. He dragged me over to the wall and then out to the patio area. He pushed me against another wall and pushed his tongue into my mouth again. 

As my own tongue bore into his mouth, I could feel his teeth nibble and bite at it. He was hungry for lust. And so was I. I used one of my hands to feel his hairy chest and play with his nipples. My other hand slipped further south and felt his hard cock through the denim that covered it. We both seemed to be hot and horny and wanting each other. I massaged the throbbing muscle through the jeans and wondered how big it really was.

I didn't have long to wait. Rand pulled back from our kiss and looked deep into my eyes. "I want to do more with you than we can -- legally -- do here at the bar. I want to feel your hand on my cock, without the jeans in between." I nodded in agreement and pulled his hand to my chest.

"Follow me" I said as I headed back into the bar and then out the door.


The Author



Within a short time, Rand had followed me back to my place -- a modest Spanish style place in a small and quiet gated community. I didn't have one of the multi-million dollar houses in the country club places right next door or across the street, but it was comfortable, nice and, importantly, belonged to me. I pulled in the driveway and he parked right behind me.

We stepped into the house and his hands immediately grabbed for me and twisted my body around; his lips pressed hard against mine and his tongue began another round of deep probes into my mouth. His hands tugged at my tank-top and fiddled with my belt and the fly on the jeans. Within just moments, he had me stripped from head to toe. We'd managed to make it into the living room. He stepped back and looked over my body. A low whistle escaped his lips, followed by a heartfelt "wow".

He hooked his hands into his pockets and gawked at my body. Again, I'm no porn star, but I'm not too shabby. My cock -- about 7 inches long and nicely thick -- jutted out from the red pubes that surrounded it; it looked like a white branch planted in a patch of red grass. I rolled my eyes up and turned me head to the side with shyness, but he reached out and pulled my face back forward. 

"Still feeling shy and nervous? You shouldn't. I'm here and I'm here with you for a reason." He leaned in with a passionate kiss and pulled back. He slowly undid his belt and pushed his jeans down. His cock -- easily longer and thicker than mine -- stuck out of the top of his underwear that was snug and outlined the rest of his dick. He pulled the underwear down too, and his cock sprang forward. Dark, thick hair surrounded the base and met up with the trail of fur on his abs that I'd noticed before. His legs were thick and muscled, and probably would provide enough thrust to drive me straight to the lands of pleasure, desire and lust, sailing through my seas of shyness.

"There, now we're both naked. And obviously enjoying what we have in front of us." He leaned forward again and kissed me, his hand grabbing onto my cock and slowly pulling on it. He pulled back again from our kiss, and looked into my eyes. Then he shocked me by dropping to his knees and swallowing my cock in one smooth and easy motion.

His lips slid along the shaft as his tongue teased the head of my dick. With one hand, he rubbed and tugged on my balls, while the other reached around and grabbed my ass and poked between my cheeks and gently probed my hole. I was in heaven. Having a man go down on my while playing with my ass was always a winner for me; but having this man -- this hero -- of my mind doing it was more than just a winner, it was the best. Or the best I'd had so far.

His dick work was incredible -- his mouth slid from the top to the bottom of my cock with easy ability as he continued to finger my ass and tug on my balls. I all of this happening to me and wondered if I was really sleeping and this was one of my fevered fantasies playing in the theater of my head.

He reached up and tugged at one of my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body as he deeply sucked on my cock. I could feel his tongue slipping across the head of my cock, lingering on the slit where pre-cum oozed out. I wondered how much longer I could hold on before my load of cum would spew forth.

I reached down to his shoulders and tried to pull him up. I wanted to be able to run my tongue and hands over his body and to swallow that fat cock of his in my mouth. He responded to my pulling and slowly released his mouth from my dick and stood up. I needed no further instruction as I slowly squatted down, licking his chest and abs as I went, working my way to that glorious and stiff shaft of pleasure.

It tasted better than I'd even expected; a menagerie of sweat and pre-cum greeted my tongue. I hungrily lapped it all from his body, nearly demanding more of those sweet, nectar-like fluids on my tongue; in my mouth. His cock was more than enough to satisfy the recent cravings I'd been having for man-meat; long and thick and textured with pulsing veins. His balls were long and heavy, more than enough to fill my mouth. I massaged them with my hands, feeling their heft and enjoying the swell of them against my palms. I knew that those balls were filling with his creamy white cum, something I wanted to pull forth from those depths; more and more every second.

His hands had been rubbing the top of my head, but they moved up to his own nipples. I ran my free hand over his legs and his abs, feeling his body move and his muscles contract as my mouth continued on his cock and my other hand worked the heavy balls. I could hear him mumble and moan words of encouragement for my actions; demands to "suck that cock" and "swallow that dick" were mixed with moans and mutterings of "fuck, yeah" from his mouth. I worked even hard and faster on that cock, sucking and stroking for all I was worth.

I could feel him begin to sway with my motions, pulling his hips back and driving them forward, fucking his cock deep into my mouth. I could feel the beat of his heart through every throb of his cock, his pulse racing and fueled by his lust, desire and passion. My own cock was throbbing in time; my heart racing with sexual abandon.

Rand's moans and mumbled words soon took on a primal grunt and his thrusting was faster. He reached down and grabbed my head and his balls slapped against my chin. He was close to release. No sooner had I finished this thought that he thrust his cock one final time and his cum exploded in my mouth. Sweet and salty and hot, his cock pumped the fluid into my mouth; so much cum exploded that I had to pull back to catch my breath before swallowing. As I pulled back, more cum flew from his cock and landed on my nose, my chin and my chest. My own cock began to pulse and cum burst forth and splattered his legs and feet and my own thighs, as well as the tile I knelt upon.

"Oh, fuck, man! That was fucking just what I needed!" His breathing came in deep grunts and pants; short and quick like the final thrusts of his cock in my mouth. He pulled me to my feet, grabbing a hold of my cock as it continued to leak cum and kissed me hard on the mouth. Some of his cum was still inside my mouth and I could feel his tongue searching it out. He pulled back and said "Damn, my cum tastes so good in your mouth. Wonder how yours tastes?" He pulled his hand up to my mouth, smearing my cum from his finger on my lips and then licked and kissed it off, pushing his tongue deep inside.

I had to admit, my own cum tasted pretty good, even after the feast of his cum that I'd received. We stood, kissing and hugging and feeling each other's bodies for a while; I didn't care if anybody saw in my windows or not. 

I finally pulled away from his embrace and his tongue. "I need something to drink. Would you like something?" I offered. He nodded and asked for some water. When I came back into the living room, he was standing by a shelf of books -- my books -- and his body glowed with sweat and reflected the moonlight from the windows. He was beautiful.

He turned as he heard my footsteps. "Do you read these?" he asked. I didn't know what to say. Any image of my being butch would probably flow right out the door if I admitted to reading romance novels. There were a few dozen of my books on the shelf; but I didn't like those books, so there was no other romance author on the shelf. Instead, the rest of the books were from a bunch of different genres and authors -- horror, sci-fi, political thrillers, espionage, murder & mystery -- I have a pretty wide collection of books.

"Um, yeah, some of them," I managed to reply. "Some of them I just have."

He shocked me with what he said next. "I've read some of this guy's books" he said, his finger pointing to the cluster of books by Roark Flaherty. "He's got some very great scenes. And his grasp of the passion is first rate." You could have knocked me over with a feather. "He's got this one hero, Louis, that I just can't help but picture as myself." He took a swig from the water and looked at me.

Well, it was do or die time, that's for sure. I mean, here's this guy -- this incredibly hot and sexy hunk of man -- and he reads my books. Mine! Those silly dramatic drivels that pay the bills and keep my bank accounts lofty. I didn't know what to say. I stammered out a "yeah, he's good" and took a long drink of the water.

"Geez, I can't believe you've got some of his stuff... I mean, my mother used to read these books all the time. I was bored one day so I picked on up. I got engrossed and had it finished in just a few hours. Some of his first books were kind of tough, but then he got the flow -- he got it really going. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I've jerked off a few loads to some of his stories. I mean, he's got this way of presenting these moments that are all full of passion and lust, full of romance, but you can just feel the intensely hot sex just beneath the surface. Fucking hot!"

I noticed that his empty hand had drifted down to his cock and he was -- absent mindedly -- stroking it. And it was responding by getting hard again.

"Well, um. Yeah, I've read a few of them," I admitted. "He's not too bad." My eyes were riveted to his nearly hard cock as he continued stroking life back into it. He must have seen my stare, as he looked down, really gave a good couple of tugs and then stepped forward.

"Yeah, he really gets my juices flowing," he said as he stepped closer. He set down the water I'd given him and reached for my cock -- which was getting harder by the minute. "I guess he must get you going too, man." He stroked both of our cocks, rubbing the heads and shafts together from time to time, causing my body to jump with pleasure. "I think I want some more of you," he said. "But I want to be deep inside you. I want to fuck you -- but with the kind of passion and desire that this Roark guy puts into his stories. Think you can handle this cock, man?"

I put down my water, grabbed him and kissed him hard. I pulled him to me, grabbing and pressing his muscular body against mine. "Yeah, I want some of that, too" I managed to say through our kisses. I started walking towards the bedroom and Rand immediately followed.

Once on my bed, Rand's hands and mouth roamed over my body, rubbing and massaging my back, my legs, my balls and my ass. I pulled some lube and condoms from the drawer beside the bed and slowly rubbed the lube over his cock and slid the condom on. I slathered his latex-covered cock with more lube and then raised my legs to his shoulders.

Rand took some lube and greased up my hole, sliding a finger or two inside, loosening me up for his fat cock. "Ready" he asked as he slid his cock head to my hole and then slowly -- ever so slowly and tenderly -- slid his cock deep into me. I gasped with the pleasure and my cock twitched with each inch he slid into me.

We soon got into an easy rhythm of cock and ass, his balls lightly slapping my cheeks with each deep thrust of his cock. I reached up and rubbed his chest and played with his nipples as he filled my ass -- again and again -- with his massive cock.

He pressed between my legs and leaned in to kiss my lips. I raised my lips to his and held him tight, feeling his muscular body pound against my own. Our tongues danced in our mouths as his cock danced in my ass, the songs of lust and passion reaching new heights in our heads.

His breathing began to quicken and his primal sounds became more insistent, as did my own. My cock was throbbing and screaming for release from the second load of cum being churned by my balls and from his expert ass pounding.

With a final groaning "oh, fuck!" Rand pulled his cock out of my ass and slipped the condom off as the first spurts of cum flew from the head. My body began to tremble as waves of orgasmic pleasure rippled through me and my cock began to shoot another load of hot cum from deep within; our cum coated and mingled on my stomach and my chest as we climaxed.

When both of our cocks were finally drained of the hot juices from within, he rolled to his side on the bed. He took a finger and slowly traced lines on my chest and abs in the cum that remained. He'd take his finger and put it to his lips and lick our cum from them and do the same to my lips. Our mingled cum tasted so much sweeter now, with our desires quenched and our bodies sated of the sexual need and hunger we'd had for each other.

"So, um, Rand," I began. "Do you really read those stories by that guy?" I asked. He nodded his head yes, but a questioning look was in his eyes. "Well, I... Um... I have to tell you something." He sat up a bit in the bed, his eyes even more questioning than before. "Those books, that Roark guy? Well, um... He's me," I said. Some of the questioning look was replaced by shock and then by disbelief.

"You're telling me that you, Mike Fin Something; you're telling me that you're really Roark Flaherty? The writer?" His tone was questioning but not mocking.

I just nodded my head. A look of awe crossed his features.

"Wow. I guess that makes me a bit of a star fucker, eh?" he laughed. I joined in.

That was about two years ago. "Rudy" has replaced Louis as one of the characters I use in my books. He's just as sexy and rugged and handsome as Louis, but he's got more passion and desire for his conquests. And he looks talks, acts and looks surprisingly like Rand.

Now I just have to remember to replace "Fin" when I'm writing the stories with whatever girl "Rudy" has been romancing. But now, instead of just a fantasy, I'm living those stories, with my Rand.

Sometimes fact is better than fiction!



The Author



It was dark, rainy and cold here in New York City. I hated it. I had been living in Honolulu for the last 8 years and gotten used to the beautiful weather there. I also objected to the fact that I was sitting in the back seat of a dirty taxi making my way from Kennedy Airport to a hotel in midtown.

But what the hell it was only for two weeks and then I could return to paradise. I could put up with almost anything for two weeks. I was ordered by my publisher to attend the awards ceremony and receive my acclaim. 

You see I am a 58 year old writer and my third book made the top of the best seller list for the year. It sold an obscenely large number of copies, and was made into a movie. Also the movie won an Academy Award. 

As the old saying goes, "My shit didn't stink." I was signed to a five book deal for an advance of about $3,000,000 with the movie rights selling for even more, including a percentage of the box office. 

I was rolling in clover. Yep, I was a happy camper. And in pretty good shape plus I hadn't broke any mirrors lately. I always said looks weren't everything but it didn't hurt to be widely acclaimed as ruggedly handsome and 6'2". So said my P.R. lady anyway.

My agent and my publisher wanted me to attend the awards shindig, do a few book signings, and make the rounds of the morning television shows. The publicity would do a lot to boost book sales. I got a piece of those sales and even better, my publisher footed the bill for all my expenses. 

All it would cost me was a few weeks spent in this terrible weather. It was March, and everyone knows that March was not the best time to visit NYC. 

For the records I write under the name Mendon Fishers but my real name is Jack Harris.

I was lost deep in thought about my next book, when the cab slammed on the brakes. Anyone who has taken a cab in NYC has come to expect being bounced across the seat as your driver and another cab tried to occupy the same space at the same time. 

This time there was a thump and my driver started yelling. I assumed he was swearing in his native Middle Eastern language.

My driver hopped out of the cab while I was still trying to get back upright on the seat. I looked around for the other cab. There wasn't one. 

I found my driver huddled over a shape lying in a puddle of rain and slush by the curb. He had hit a pedestrian. A cop was hurrying across the street talking into his portable radio.

I got out of the cab and walked to the front where I saw the inevitable shopping cart crushed under the front wheel. The pedestrian was a homeless person, one of NYC many faceless people. 

The cop was administrating first aid until the ambulance arrived. 

The driver kept yelling, "Who pay my cab?' There was nothing for me to do to help. I noticed that the vagrant's processions were scattered on the pavement having fallen from the overturned shopping cart. 

Maybe it was the nice guy in me or maybe it was just to keep warm, but either way, I bent over and started picking up the stuff scattered in front of the cab. 

One of the first responders walked over toward me. I assumed he was going to help. But this was NYC, all he did was hand me a pair of rubber gloves and tell me not to cut myself. "AIDS, you know."

One of the plastic garbage bags had torn open. I was trying to close it when a framed picture in it caught my attention. I recognized the photograph. It was taken about 10 years ago. There I was smiling at the camera with my arm around my now ex-wife. 

I couldn't see the face of the homeless person, but it was a female body and under the filth she looked Caucasian.

"Shit," I thought. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

The ambulance arrived and quickly departed with her. The cops started picking up the homeless person's belongs and tossing them to the curb. One was complaining about needing to go through her shit to find any identification.

"I think I know her," I offered. "I think she might be my ex." 

The cop and I adjourned to the back seat of the police car and started filling out all the paperwork. 

"We were divorced about 10 years ago; the last I saw her was in Rochester, NY. She was leaving the court house after our divorce was granted. She had requested the divorce. No she wasn't cheating but she was an acknowledged alcoholic who wouldn't change." And so on and on the questioning went for almost thirty minutes. 

When I finished with the police, I found the cab gone and a limo waiting in its place. I guess someone discovered who I was and riding in a cab was not befitting my status as a famous author. I'll bet someone called my publisher.

"Shit, I wanted to sneak into town anonymously without all the reporters and TV news crews vying for the best picture or question," I thought.

In the beginning when I had my first best seller, the fame was a real ego boost. By the third book, I was a recluse. The constant violation of my privacy got old very, very quickly.

I pissed off the limo driver when I ordered him to pick up the vagrant's things and put them in the trunk, because we were going to the hospital to check on her condition. 

Now limo drivers are the upper echelon of the NYC driver world. He looked as if he was going to tell me where to stick my request, but the two $100 bills in my hand changed his mind. 

Bribery always works in the City.

Between the two of us we made quick work of the clean up. But the limo driver warned me that I would be charged extra to clean his trunk after all this crap was removed, typical of NY City.

+++++++++++++++++++++

On the ride to the hospital I sat back in my seat and thought back in time. It had been ten years since my divorce. The Cliff Notes version is simply, "She was up to a quart of vodka a day, I said 'Quit drinking and get help or else', she choose the 'or else' option". 

The lawyers made quick work of our joint bank accounts. 

It was the second marriage for both of us. We both had adult children from our previous marriages. She had two married daughters. Her older daughter and husband I could not stand. They were both pretentious snobs. Her other daughter, Jackie, was the victim of hard luck. 

Their natural father favored the older sister and treated the #2 daughter as an afterthought. #2 (Jackie) was a good kid, but ignored by both her parents. When I married her mother, Jackie and I hit it off. I was the first adult in her family to actually treat her like a person, not as an afterthought. We became buds.

Over my objections, Jackie married right out of high school and soon had three kids. I was never sure who caused the fights but Jackie started looked like a punching bag once or twice a month. She kept saying," I fell down", or "I slipped on the ice" or "I walked into a door." You know, she had all the excuses. He mother would not let me become involved as badly as I wanted to.

Jackie also started to drink. 

Well one thing led to another and soon Jackie was divorced and in a treatment facility for her drinking. It took a couple of stays in the treatment centers and about two years of AA meetings but she finally beat her drinking problem.

I paid a few of my old friends some money. They paid Jackie's ex husband a visit. I understand he'll never walk again.

Jackie met her second husband while attending her AA meetings. They were married a few years later. He was a really nice guy. Two weeks before their first anniversary, he had a massive heart attack. He was dead before he reached the hospital.

Now you see what I mean when I said Jackie had some very hard luck.

Anyway I digress; my ex's older daughter and her husband supported my ex-wife in her divorce action. They hired a very expensive, high profile divorce lawyer. Their lawyer struck first and filled all sorts of motions. 

I hired a shark that was a really nasty son-of-a-bitch. 

Too make a long story short, my side offered my soon to be ex, a 50/50 split. They refused and demanded 70/30. My lawyer smiled and said to them, "You don't have grounds for a divorce. We won't grant one. Let's go to trial."

I almost shit! If I lost, a judge would decide the split, if I won, I got to keep my wife. Talk about a lose/ lose situation. 

Anyway you'll love this next part. 

We were in court to give our statements under oath. Before the second day of testimony, my lawyer dropped a thick legal petition on their table. He announced to her lawyer that as soon as he won (tomorrow) he was going to file this motion and that was their copy. I could see my wife read the title, "Motion for Involuntary Commitment of an Adult." 

I had threatened to have her committed for her drinking problems in an earlier argument. As she read the title, a very scared look came across her face. 

They settled that afternoon for a 30/70 split, in my favor that time.

The judge granted the divorce and that was the last time I saw my wife until now.

++++++++++++++++

I was brought back to the present by my driver opening the door of the limo. I heard a security guard yelling at my driver, "Sir you can't park there."

Typical of NYC, the driver paid no attention to the security guard as he helped me out of the back seat. The security guard got in the driver's face yelling about towing and having the driver fired.

My driver asked the guard, "Do you carry a gun? Well I do, so back off before I beat you with it."

The guard retreated back into the hospital. I guess my original $200 tip was paying dividends.

I walked up to the admitting station in ER. The clerk started asking me questions. Again in typical NYC fashion, the clerk started out being belligerent. "What do you mean you don't know about her health insurance?" "How do we get paid?" etc. and on and on.

I saw my latest book face up on her desk. I reached across the desk and flipped the book over so that my picture on the dust jacket was visible. She shut up momentarily and started comparing the picture to my face. 

"You're really him, Mr. Fishers?"

I nodded.

She agreed to let me cover the costs by sending a bill to my publisher. (Boy were they going to be surprised when that bill showed up.)

I autographed her book for her and went off to find the doctor. Like I said before, bribery always works in the City.

++++++++++++++++++

The doctor explained that my ex-wife had hit her head on the curb when the cab knocked her down resulting in her coma. There appeared to be no real brain damage but until she came out of the coma there was no absolute certainty.

"Now that's the good news," he said. "Do you know that she's probably an alcoholic?"

"I did, that's why I divorced her. Her drinking was the reason we divorced. I wanted her to get help, she didn't."

"Her liver appears to be damaged from all the drinking," he added. "It looks as if she's been drinking heavily about 2 or 3 years."

"No Doctor, it has been at least five years since I divorced her over her drinking. So she's been at it at least 6 years, but probably a lot longer."

"Well that makes it even harder. I'm not sure her body can take the stress of detoxification. But anyway we can't start trying until she comes out of the coma." The doctor continued.

"Any more good news," I said sarcastically.

"Yes, I'm sorry there is. We found an area on her left foot that is affected with a staph infection. We might need to amputate part of her foot."

I was given some paper work to sign that allowed them to take the necessary steps to save her. "Hell," I thought. "I loved her once, maybe this would help her." 

The doctor walked me down the hall to her room. 

There laid the woman I had spent 15 years of my life with. She was hooked up to a variety of monitors. One of the orderlies was trying to wash her feet. He did not look like he was enjoying this assignment. 

I could smell her body odor the moment I walked in the room. I did not envy the orderly his job.

I scarcely recognized my ex. Her soft brown hair was now completely gone. She had a bald head. 

The doctor saw me looking, "When a patient has a serious case of lice. They shave their head and then bath the person in an insecticide. In your wife's case..."

"Ex-wife," I corrected.

"Sorry, in your ex-wife's case they need to hand wash her two or three times a day until the lice are all gone."

I looked at her. She appeared to weigh well over two hundred pounds, "At least she's been eating regularly."

"No. That's all fluid buildup. We suspect that her kidneys are failing, but the test results are not back yet."

At this point in his explanation the smell of urine over powered the body odor in the room. The doctor turned to the orderly and said, "Get her cleaned up and the bed changed. I'll order a catheter inserted in her."

The doctor and I left the room. He went to the nurse's station, I to the elevators and my waiting car. The sour smell was still in my nose as we drove away. I had no plans to return to that room, ever. I had divorced her and there was no point to bring up old memories. I did save the pictures and a few other personal things for her. They were put in her room. The rest was just glorified garbage and pitched.

++++++++++++++

My next two weeks in the City were hectic. I spent every afternoon and part of each evening sitting on a folding chair at a table autographing my book for my fans. Actually if it wasn't for the fact that my butt kept falling asleep, I liked meeting my readers. Their brief conversations kept me humble. After all, New Yorkers have a habit of telling it like it is.

Now the mornings were reserved for the TV talk shows and meetings with my publisher and/or agent. Somehow the news shows picked up on the cab accident and my ex-wife was the subject of a lot of their questions. I suspected it was my publicist just doing her job. 

The story unfolded and it was spun so that I looked like a lonely ex-husband caring for his addicted ex-wife. I had a very good publicist, that's why I suspected her. 

"If they only knew," I thought. I hadn't stopped smiling since the judge signed my divorce degree. Only someone who had lived with an alcoholic can understand the pain watching a loved one sinking into the darkness brought by this addiction.

My publisher was ecstatic, book sales were climbing because of all this free publicity. I was being portrayed as a really nice guy caring for his ex-wife in her "time of need", who had also been an author in another time and place. 

My book tour completed on an up note, I had a contract for a five book deal and two of my previous books had movie deals. My publicist twisted my arm and made me pay one more visit to the hospital. 

At the hospital, when they led me onto my ex-wife's floor, I was greeted by a couple of TV cameras, a bunch of print reporters and some very pissed off nurses. 

I held an improvised press conference outside her room. There were even some staged photos of me holding my ex's hand and kissing her forehead.

Sue, my publicist whispered in my ear, "If I knew you were going to be such a ham, I'd have brought an onion so you could have cried also." 

Then she pinched me so I couldn't laugh and spoil the effect on the news crews.

That afternoon, I flew back to my home in Honolulu. My ex-wife soon forgotten.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A couple of months had gone by since my NYC book tour. I was well on the way to creating another blockbuster (or at least I hoped so) when my phone rang. 

I had been taking a break sitting on my deck to get my thoughts in order. The temperature was in the high 70's and the wind was gentling blowing across the ocean out of the west. It was typical Hawaii weather.

My caller ID flashed a NYC number that I did not recognize. 

"Hello, Mendon Fishers speaking," I answered. 

"No sense using my real name," I thought.

"We'd like to get a statement on your feelings now that your wife has come out of her coma," said the rather rude voice on the other end. 

"The news guys have found me," I realized.

"What wife? I'm divorced!" Then I remembered my ex. 

I softened my tone. "You mean my ex-wife has recovered from her coma? No one informed me."

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I mumbled to myself. "How the hell should I handle this?"

"I'm going to hang up now and call her doctor. I need to know her condition," I replied.

I called my publicist, Sue; we needed a plan of action. I explained the prior phone call to her.

There was a flurry of phone calls across the Pacific Ocean as we formulated the plans. We agreed that it would help my image if I appeared to support my ex-wife in her recovery. (Anything to sell more books)

I called the NYC hospital and spoke to my ex's doctor, "Your ex-wife had come out of her coma and was responding well to treatment. Her liver and kidneys are recovering from years of abuse. Her mind showed no signs of damage from her interaction with the curb, but it did show signs of damage from her years of close association with her poison of choice, vodka."

His next question floored me, "So where do you want us to send her for her next round of treatments? We don't do alcoholic recovery here."

"How long do I have to find a place?"

"We'd like the bed free by early next week."

"I'll let you know where to send her," was all I said. 

I hung up and called my publicist. I was going to drop this mess in her lap. After all this whole fiasco was her idea,

I'll say one thing as a publicist; Sue did a damn fine job. It was on all the next day's news shows, "Author's Ex-Wife Recovers". Of course I didn't have a clue as to what was going on. So I called NYC again.

It took a while but Sue, my publicist, explained everything to me, "Mary, my ex wife, was scheduled to be treated in a private Californian rehab clinic. Her stay there would initially be 60 days, at the end of which she would be reevaluated and kept longer if necessary." The bad news was the cost. It would cost me at least $120,000 out of my pocket for the first 60 days. 

"There goes the royalty from my next book," I lamented but told Sue to start the ball rolling.

"Mendon, Mary doesn't have a clue who you are. The drinking has affected her mind. She doesn't even remember her daughters," Sue concluded sadly.

Katie and Jackie, I haven't thought of them in years.

I'd better explain. I was Mary's second husband. She married right out of high school and had two children by the time she was 20. By the age of 40, she was a single parent with one child still living with her and one in college. I came in the picture when the younger girl, Jackie, was finishing up high school. Later in our marriage the older one had married and was in the process of carrying on an affair with a co-worker behind her then husband's back. 

I got along with the younger daughter. She was a pretty blond with a great personally but school was not her strong point. So high school was as far as she went. 

Anyway, when Mary and I divorced, Katie and her now 2nd husband paid all of Mary's costs upfront. Jackie called me and said that she'd always remember me but "Mom is my mother."

So ended my relationship with my step-daughters.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

Back to the new book business at hand I gave a few phone interviews and then flew to LA for TV appearances. Again I was still being portrayed as the "good guy" in this ex-wife matter. It had a positive effect on my book sales. So positive I was scheduled for another book tour by my publisher. 

I found myself signing books by day and trying to write at night in small motel rooms (OK not so small because my publisher was paying). 

If you are ever offered the chance to be on a book tour, refuse! You wake up in one city and go to bed in another. There are gallons of coffee, fast food, rude people, and no rest. 

After about two weeks, you don't even remember what city you are in without looking at the schedule. 




The Author



It's a sad comment on our society, but all the stores and all the malls all look the same. OK maybe the plants are different, or the Starbucks kiosk is located in a different walkway, or there are a few more "high end" stores in richer areas. But all and all, if you've seen one mall you've seen them all.

So here I was in the front of a Barnes and Noble Book Store signing books and forcing a smile on a very weary face, when I spotted a familiar face in the line. 

"Shit! That's my former step daughter, Jackie." I looked at my schedule and realized I was in my old home town. 

I took one of my cards and handed it to an assistant saying, "See that blond in the red coat about 20 people back in line?"

"Yes sir."

"OK, hand her this card and say, 'your step father would like you to call him on his cell phone, He'd like to meet for coffee'. She won't recognize the name on this card otherwise."

I saw my assistant hand her the card and deliver my message. Jackie looked at him as if he was crazy and then looked to the head of the line at the card table where I was sitting. Her face went from curiosity, to amazement, to tears. She clutched the card to her chest, stepped out of line and nodded "yes" when she saw me looking. 

Sue, my publicist, commented," She's a little young for you, Mendon."

"She's Mary's daughter," was my reply. I could see the light go on above Sue's head and hear the wheels turning. I wondered what stunt Sue was planning next.

A few hours later my entourage and I were sitting in a franchise Italian restaurant waiting for Jackie to arrive. I was sitting in a corner facing the wall with my back to all the restaurant patrons. 

I had to sit this way because I didn't want my dinner interrupted by fans. I've had perfect strangers pull up a chair to my table and start discussing my latest book as if it was a true story instead of fiction. Some people were just plain rude. 

Our waitress informed me that the rest of my party arrived, but there were too many of them to fit at this table. The next thing I knew we were escorted into a small private dining room and I was attacked by my step daughter and all her children. 

My youngest and self proclaimed "favorite" granddaughter got to me first. I thought I was going to be squeezed to death. She just wouldn't stop. Then her older brother pealed her off me and basically took her place. 

Finally there stood my step daughter, Jackie, with tears in her eyes and a hanky in her hand. Jackie wrapped herself around me. I put my arms around her and felt her body wracked by great big sobs. 

While her face was buried in my shoulder, I whispered in her ear, "Hi honey I've missed you. Your family is looking mighty fine. " 

"Please call me Mendon. I'll explain later." I added.

"I don't care what you want us to call you; just don't you ever leave us again. You're the only parent I have now." She replied.

"No I'm not, I found your mother. She's the homeless person my cab hit in NY City" 

We took our places at the table and started a long overdue family reunion with Jackie's kids. My grandson Bryan turned out to be the assistant restaurant manager in training where we were eating, thus the private room. My granddaughter Ann was sharing an apartment with a girl friend while they both attended a local Jr. College. 

And Jackie was living in a small house in the city and working split shifts as a waitress to pay her bills. 

I covered my last ten years with her. Starting with my move to Honolulu and living with my sister there, to my first published book and then my rise to fame. 

At last I asked about my ex-wife Mary. I wanted to know why she ended up homeless in NY City. Jackie explained that her sister Katie and husband had Mary put in an Adult Care Facility and took control of all Mary's assets. 

Mary was in her early 40's when this all happened. But she looked 60 because of her heavy drinking. 

Mary lasted two years there but then one Sunday when Jackie stopped to see her mother, she found that the home had not seen Mary for over a month. The police were called but because Mary was an adult and legally in full control of her faculties, there was not much they could do. 

Then it was my turn, I explained how I found Mary while in NY City and the condition she was in then. I discussed her alcoholism, her liver and kidney damage, the coma and the memory loss. 

Things became very quiet at my end of the table as I continued my tale.

I talked about the treatments Mary was undergoing and the fact that the doctors were optimistic about her recovery. All of them wanted to see Mary, but I explained that visiting her was not permitted for at least the next few months and then we could only visit with the doctor's permission.

My publisher's assistant spent part of the evening rearranging my schedule. When she got done I was set to meet my family for breakfast, and then board a private jet for our next stop which would realign me with my schedule. 

It was agreed that I would return to see them when my tour was over. 

As we were leaving, I took Jackie aside. "I need a Personal Assistant to help me with this tour and my next book. I'll double what you are making waitressing." She hesitated.

"Jackie, I can afford to fly you back to visit your kids or fly your kids out to visit you. Plus I'll need you when they say your mother is ready to leave the treatment center. Please accept, I don't want to lose you again"

With tears in her eyes, she accepted. She then ran to share the news of her new job with her family. 

++++++++++++++++++

The next two weeks were busy for both me and Jackie. I was back on the 10,000 city (or at least it seemed like it) book tour. Jackie had to quit her job, pack up her apartment, put it temporarily into storage and tell all her friends her new Hawaiian address and phone numbers. 

She had the most work to do; I just got a sore buttinski and writer's cramp from signing all the books. Financially speaking a nice problem.

When Jackie was ready, I had tickets reserved so that she could catch up with my tour. I talked to her about her upcoming travel and found out that her kids were not taking her to the airport, because they were all committed to other actions during that day. They were saying goodbye the night before.

I changed Jackie's flight. I chartered a night flight that allowed her kids to come to the airport and say goodbye. I even arraigned for a limo to pick them all up and take them to the airport then home. I later found out that it was a tearful goodbye.

Jackie is one of those people that everybody likes. She's cute, crazy, and always happy and will talk your ear off. From the minute you meet her, it seems as if you have been her best friend forever. Those attributes captivated the flight crew and gained her some new friends. 

When I got to the airport to pick her up, I found her in the crew's lounge having coffee and snacks with her new friends. Someone on the crew recognized me, "Mr. Fishers, May we offer you some coffee?"

"Don't you call my Dad Mr. It's Mendon to you guys," Scolded Jackie.

I smiled and nodded, but refused their offer of coffee explaining we had a long drive and a busy day ahead of us tomorrow. They helped carry Jackie's luggage out to the rental.

+++++++++++++++++++

It had been a hectic book tour. I was bushed and couldn't wait until I was home and able to climb into my own bed. The beds in the various hotels were all very comfortable, but there is just something about getting into your own bed that can't be beat.

After landing in Honolulu I had Jackie walk out of the terminal and grab a taxi with enough room for our entire luggage, while I went to the luggage carousel. I grabbed a Sky Cap and between the two of us loaded the entire amount of luggage on a cart. It was a big load.

Jackie showed up and guided the Sky Cap and me out to our ride. The poor driver saw the amount of baggage on the cart and started talking on his two way radio. After he finished his conversation, he walked over to us, "It will be about 10 minutes before a larger van arrives to carry your luggage. "

I gave the Sky Cap $50.00 and he agreed to guard our baggage until the van arrived. We got in the taxi and started home. 

Now my house is in a gated community on the side of one of the hills overlooking Honolulu and the ocean. When I first moved to the island, I thought I'd buy something on the ocean front near Waikiki, well the only available property on the ocean started at $20,000,000! I like beach front property, but not that much. So I bought on a hill side. 

Jackie was impressed as the taxi wound its way up the hill. The beauty of the island was more evident the higher we climbed. She ran her mouth all the way up until we entered the gates. My house was the nicest one on the hillside. It so impressed Jackie that she got very quiet.

My house keeper, Iolani, was waiting at the door to greet us. I introduced her to Jackie and off they went chattering away leaving me and one of the gardeners to await the arrival of the luggage.

When the luggage van arrived, Iolani and Jackie by some telepathic miracle showed back up. They had decided on a bedroom and bath suite for Jackie at the opposite end of the house from mine. Her suite was in the same wing as all the guest bedrooms. My master bedroom was all alone overlooking the city and the ocean beyond.

Iolani and Jackie gloomed her luggage and departed for Jackie's bedroom to get started on the unpacking. My unpacking was very easy. Most of my clothes went right in the laundry. I think only my shoes and belts didn't need to get washed. The next thing I did was shower and change into a t-shirt and shorts. Home is better than good.

At lunch Iolani said "we are off now because Jackie does not have any clothes suitable for the Hawaiian climate. The two of us are going to the Ala Mona Mall, so pony up with your Gold Amex card." I did as I was told and they vanished as I'm sure a chunk of my estate would soon go into another's coffer.

I knew I was in trouble because Iolani was a spender, especially when it came to spending my money. I spent the rest of the afternoon transferring all my writings on my newest book from my laptop to my home network and then backing everything up. I then caught up with my e-mail.

It was almost dark before the women returned. Strangely they only had a couple of shopping bags between the two of them. I was stunned but happy until Iolani informed me, "The truck will be delivering the rest of the purchases tomorrow morning." Then she quickly bailed to her home and family. 

Jackie and I went down the mountain into the city for dinner. We decided on Italian so I drove us to Auntie Pasta's where we ate in comfortable family style. 

The next day started our routine. We were both up and dressed by 8:00 am. The coffee that Iolani set up the night before was ready to go by the time we were. Iolani arrived at 8:30 and stared breakfast. Jackie and I discussed our plans for that day. 

After breakfast I locked myself away in my office because on average I tried to write for at least three to four hours a day. My writing was not to be interrupted. 

Jackie was to sign on a PC in her little office and answer all the email she could and make further arrangements where necessary. She was also in charge of answering the phone. 

This arrangement worked for us. Jackie was a smart woman and resolved 95% of her tasks without any help from me. The only things I really had to do were corrections demanded by my editor. If I could have figured out a way, I would have had her doing that also so I could devote more time to writing. 

I liked the writing but not the correcting. I couldn't help it if some of my time lines went off. Let's face it; I guess the fact that some of my characters had children before the character was born might confuse some of my readers.

+++++++++++++++++

It was about a month later when my comfortable routine was interrupted by Jackie knocking on my door. 

"There's a doctor on the phone. He wants to talk to you about Mom," Her voice sounded scared. 

I took the call fearing the worst.

The first thing out of the doctor's mouth was, "I'd like to discuss Mary's treatment with you. How soon can you be in my office?"

"I live in Hawaii!"

"So, I'll ask again, How long before you can be in my office?" 

"Shit doctor, you're 4,000 miles away, I have a book in progress and deadlines to meet. Can't we do this over the phone?"

"No," the bastard replied. "She's making progress and I want her to meet you again."

"OK, I'll have my PA set the trip up and get back to you. Oh by the way should my PA accompany me?"

"Why shouldn't she?" he asked.

"She's Mary's youngest daughter."

"Good point, I'll make the decision whether or not to let them meet after I talk to the daughter."

I hung up and planned to walk down the hall to Jackie's office. When I opened the door to my study, I discovered Jackie outside sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chin. She had that scared little girl face. 

I dropped down next to her and said, "It wasn't bad news. She's making progress and he wants her to see me. Please set up a trip for us." 

"Us?" she asked.

"You don't think I'd deprive you of a chance to see your mother?" I replied. "So get started. The sooner you make the arrangements, the sooner we'll be there."

With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, she ran back to her office.

At lunch she said, "Is tomorrow too soon to leave? I've got all the reservations made."

"No hun, I'll have Iolani start packing this afternoon," I answered. Her face lit up like a 1,000 watt light bulb.

We caught an 8:00 am flight to the main land the next morning.

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After we landed in LA, I arranged to have our luggage delivered to our hotel and grabbed a Rent A Car. Jackie and I started off on the long drive north to the clinic. Jackie got quieter the closer we came to arriving at the sanatorium. When she saw the wall and the gate, she started softly crying. 

The doctor met us at the entrance. He was in his mid 50's and casually dressed in a pair of jeans and a golf shirt. As I looked around I noticed all the people were casually dressed. The only giveaway was the electronic badge the doctor wore. I noticed that only some people wore the badge. My guess, that later proved correct, was that only staff had a badge, guests didn't. 

During the introductions the doctor handed Jackie and I visitor's badges. He began...

"Hi, I'm Bill Kelly. Please join me in my office and we'll discuss Mary's progress and further treatment." Jackie was openly crying by now.

Bill started, "Jackie you can stop crying now. I'm not going to give you any bad news. You're Mom is doing very well considering how much she abused her body."

"Health wise she's doing as well as can be expected. We estimate that she has been an alcoholic for most of her adult life. The woman you both knew is not who she actually is. Her personality was affected by her drinking, "he continued.

"Now physically, her body has healed as much as can be expected. Both her liver and kidneys are functioning at a reduced level, but if she stays away from alcohol, she can have a normal life. We have got her weight to near normal."

"Mentally, now that's another question. And that's why we are here today," he added.

"She is showing reduced brain function. The old saying about drinking killing brain cells applies to her. At present we have her functioning as an adult. She can feed herself, dress herself and complete basic functions. But she has no memory of past events. So far as she's concerned, her life started one morning when she woke up here."

Jackie reached over and took my hand. She started squeezing it a little too hard for my comfort. 

The doctor noticed but he kept on talking, "We found two framed photos in the items that were sent to us from NY. Now that I've met you Mendon, it is a photo of you and Mary at a formal event. The second is of you, Jackie, and two small children. "

"We put both pictures on the desk in Mary's room. She ignored them until about two weeks ago. On that day we found her sitting in her chair holding both pictures to her breast and rocking back and forth. I talked to her about the pictures and all I got from her was, 'They must be import to me but I can't remember why'. That's why I called you. We need to see if we can jog her memory, and that's where you two come in"

We spent the next hour discussing strategy and what Mary's reactions might possibility be. At one point all the coffee I had drunk wanted out. Bill said he'd join me. 

When we were standing at the urinals he asked, "OK Mendon, what is the problem. I can see that you're not thrilled."

"I hate her Bill. I would have been perfectly happy to never have seen her again. You see my publicist in New York promoted this whole thing to boost book sales. The only good thing that has resulted from all this is that I have Jackie living with and working for me."

"I guess we have a problem then, don't we?" he said and walked over to the sink.

"Can you pretend for a little while longer?" he asked.

"I don't see any other choice," I replied.

"Thanks. I'll work out an exit strategy for you when the time appears right."

It was back to his office and another round of discussions. We broke for lunch at noon.

We were sitting in a cafeteria that was shared by the staff and patients when I noticed a very frail little old lady heading my way. She was wearing a plain house dress and flat shoes. Her hair was short and completely white.

"Another fan," I thought. "I guess I have them all over." 

As she got closer, she started to look familiar to me, "Excuse me but do I know you? They tell me my name is Mary."

I heard the sound of silverware hitting the floor and then Jackie's voice, "Mom is that really you?"

Jackie lost all control and grabbed her mother and broke down in tears. Poor Mary just stood there. I realized Mary didn't have a clue what was going on, but liked the attention.

Bill injected himself into the reunion and walked all of us back to his office. 

Mary and Jackie never let go of each other hands for the rest of the afternoon. I stayed out of the conversations and sat in the rear of Bill's office, trying to be invisible. 

When Mary started showing signs of greater confusion, Bill suggested that she return to her room and rest. Mary would not let go of Jackie's hand, so we all walked to her room together.

In Mary's room I noticed the small writing desk with Jackie's picture on it. I wondered where mine was. I spotted it sitting on her bedside table. It was tilted so that she could see it from her bed. As Jackie was helping her climb in bed, Mary told Jackie that our picture made her happy, but she didn't know why. 

An allergy I didn't know I had kicked in and my eyes started watering. Bill looked at me.

"Just something in my eyes," I said. Bill just smiled.

In case you're curious why she didn't recognize me, the picture was taken 20 years ago at a benefit dinner we attended for a children's charity. Today I am a few pounds heavier and my hair was a lot shorter. I had Lasik eye surgery and no longer need glasses. Oh yeah my hair is also very white now. So I guess I do look a little bit different.

That night in bed in my motel room I had difficulty falling asleep. My mind kept wandering back to the good times I had with Mary. When we first got married everything was perfect. We lived in a two bedroom townhouse. I suspect that we had sex in every room a lot of times while we lived there. 

Then we bought the old farm. While it was only a couple of acres it had a carriage barn , detached three car garage and a large two story farm house which was build in 1866. Mary and I tried to christen every room the first year. 




The Author



We did too.

That led to sneaking out into the yard, naked, and getting some bug bites in places you normally don't have bug bites. It funny, but you never noticed the bites until the next day. I guess it has something to do with hormones, or maybe the adrenaline from what the two of us were doing.

Things were never better than those first years. But then I started to notice her drinking. At first it was an extra glass of wine with dinner but soon it began with a before dinner cocktail, then an after dinner drink, then two. 

Soon she was sitting in one room "watching TV" and I was in another room working on improving my writing. Eventually, I was sleeping in our bed alone. Of course all the great sex stopped.

In all cheating wife stories, it's the wife that bestows her charms on anyone buying her a drink. Not in my case. I was the one supplying the money to purchase the bottles and I was getting nothing at home. Please understand she was the one who turned off our loving times. She was no longer interested in us. Just her bottle.

That's right, I said, "At home." 

I was the one having sex outside of our marriage. There were plenty of women out there who shared their bodies with me with no strings attached. I stuck to married women so the chance of any attachment was greatly reduced. My biggest worry was husbands, but most of the ladies were getting revenge on cheaters, so I wasn't that worried.

That's how the last ten years of my marriage went. 

My accountant said I better start planning for what was likely going to happen. So I set up hidden accounts for any extra income. I moved a lot of my finances off shore. I bought into a car wash with a friend who needed a diversion from his wayward wife

Car washes are great businesses, all cash and no receipts. A lot of that income went "south" into my off shore accounts. 

My partner died and his cheating widow forced a sale. Actually that wasn't that bad because it got me another large cash transfer. I handled the sale and she got 50% of the book value, I the other 50%, plus another 50% under the table. 

If she wasn't such a bitch to me, I'd have made it a fair sale. But her long term boy friend was coaching her on how to handle the sale. Not only did he screw her out of about $250,000 but then milked her dry for the money she did get, and then disappeared.

My next little endeavor was food service. That's another all cash business. I was managing to hide about $25,000 a year for something I did only on weekends and a few holidays plus the auctions. Both the buyers and auction staff had to eat so I had a captive audience.

My off shore accounts were nice and fat. The company that I worked my regular 40 hour weeks for was bought by a larger firm. I was offered early retirement with a nice fat bonus. I took the money and ran.

The only problem was now I was home 24/7 with my wife, the drunk. When I was out working 6-7 days a week I could put up with her drinking. You know "out of sight, out of mind". But now that I was home, things had to change. I started putting pressure on her to stop drinking. That trick backfired on me and I was served with divorce papers. 

Well to make matters simple, I won and I've been walking around with a smile on my face for the about the last 10 years. And to make it even nicer, my books started selling. Soon I was a multimillionaire. It wasn't like winning the lottery because I still had to work for it, but it was just about as nice.

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Now here I was screwed again by a wife I thought I had gotten rid of. I thought about just walking away again, but I'd probably lose Jackie and her kids. I really liked being back in the fold with them again. The other thing was, somehow the word would get out that I abandoned Mary and my book sales would drop. 

So I was forced to stay the course whether or not I wanted to. But let's look at it from the bright side, as long as she was 4,000 miles away, I could put up with her. 

But fate was not on my side.

We stayed at the sanatorium almost two weeks before I could create an excuse that allowed me to leave. While I hated deadlines, this time I used them to my advantage and returned to Hawaii and my book creation.

During the time we spent at the clinic, Jackie did everything she could to help her mother recover her memories. Me? I stayed in the background and kept my mouth shut. Bill kept giving me dirty looks but never said anything.

It took me about another month to finish my book and get it approved by the publisher. Of course I was forced to again do the pre-release book tour of the major networks and national radio shows. Jackie was still at the clinic working to help Mary recover her memory so I went on the tour alone.

The first couple of appearances went without a hitch. Then there was the jerk who asked the audience if they had any questions. One little old lady in the back stood up and asked, "How's your wife doing?"

That one question opened the flood gates. Not only was I bombarded with questions about my wife's progress during that program, but on every other show I appeared on for the next couple of weeks. My publicist coached me on my responses as well as how to cause my voice to "break" as if I was trying not to cry.

The first printing of my newest book sold out in a little over three weeks. My older books went into another round of printings. I was making money hand over fist. This was probably the first time I ever returned happy from a tour.

But the fates were against me again. I arrived home and was greeted by Iolani, Jackie, and Mary at the front door. After I gave each of them a hug Jackie said, "Dr. Bill suggested Mom move here with us. He feels that a normal home environment will help her recover."

"I'm going to get that guy," I thought. "She's always welcome with us," I answered.

I watched as she followed Jackie around like a lost puppy for the next week. My heart broke because when I first met her and fell in love Mary was a strong willed beauty. Now she was a broken person, a shell of her former self. I sort of missed the old Mary; she was a lot of fun and gave pretty good head besides.

I called Dr. Bill and told him I was considering hiring a California hit man. He laughed at me! Then he explained why he thought Mary could be helped by staying with us. So by the time he got done I found myself agreeing to his plan. 

My job was to bond with Mary and help her to gain her confidence back.

And that's how I found myself with another shadow. It started when Jackie and Iolani went to the mall together. They left Mary in my care but forgot to tell me. I was hard at work in my office when I needed a bathroom break. 

I opened the door and found poor Mary sitting on the floor next to my door shaking in fright. I sat down on the floor next to her and asked. "Why are you so scared?"

"Because I thought I was alone again. I don't want to ever be alone again." 

"You're not alone, I was here. All you had to do was knock," I replied.

"But Jackie told me not to bother you if the door was closed."

I began to understand exactly how far she still had to go and it appeared to be a very long way. I helped her to her feet and gave her a little hug. I explained that I was going to the bathroom and would be right back. When I finished in the bathroom I found her sitting on the floor outside the bathroom. I walked her back to my office and sat her down on my couch.

And that's how the rest of the week went, where ever I went Mary followed. 

One afternoon she asked, "Mendon, why do I want to call you Jack? It doesn't feel right when I call you Mendon."

I was distracted by my writing and not thinking when I answered, "Because that's my real name. You used it when we were married."

I heard a sob and she ran out my office door before I could stop her. As I searched the shoppers returned. I enlisted everyone's help to find her. Iolani found her huddled in a closet. All she kept saying was, "If I loved him, why don't I remember him?" over and over again. 

They got her up and settled her in her bed. One of them stayed with her until bedtime. Iolani went home and then Jackie joined her mother in bed. 

I called Dr. Bill and updated him the next morning.

For all my trouble, all I got was my ass chewed and informed how stupid I was. He indicated that I probably undid the last 6 months of their work. When he calmed down he offered some suggestions to me.

In my guilt I tried to faithfully follow his suggestions; 

1. Whenever I was in her presence I was to softly touch her, or hold her hand, or put my arm around her. 

2. If she was sitting on the couch I was to sit next to her. 

3. If she entered a room I was in, I was to give her a friendly kiss on her cheek. 

4. If she announced that she was leaving to go somewhere, I was to hug her and tell her, "Hurry back, because I'll miss you."

One night a particularly nasty thunder storm rolled in. I was awakened by a loud clap of thunder, then I realized that someone was in my room. The next flash of lightening reveled Mary standing by my bed.

In a small voice I heard, "Please hold me, I'm scared."

I sat up and held out my arms to her.

That's how I woke up the next morning with her curled up in a small ball in my arms. The next morning Iolani gave me a nasty look when she saw Mary leaving my room.

"She was scared by the storm last night," was all I said.

From that night on, Mary slept in my bed, in my arms. It felt good having her there, it felt right. We didn't have sex or anything stronger than a simple good night kiss. These actions seemed to calm her. 

Jackie was another problem all together. While she was happy that her mother found solace in my arms, she worried the reasons for our divorce would surface. Jackie spent a lot of time on the phone with Dr. Bill. 

One morning my private line rang, "Mendon? This is Bill. What's Jackie's problem?"

I explained about Mary's new no sex sleeping location and Jackie's withdrawal from me.

"OK, if I can't bring her out of her funk, you'll need to send Jackie to me. If she indicates that I want to see her, don't question her, just buy the ticket." 

We agreed to get in touch again next week and review Mary and Jackie's progress.

That night in bed Mary took the next step. "Jack, I remembered that we got divorced but not the why. Why don't you have another woman in your life?"

"Because I haven't found anyone who could measure up to you," I answered truthfully.

She rolled over until she was facing me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It wasn't the kiss of friends but of lovers.

"I'm not sure, but I think I love you too," was her reply.

That night we slept face to face for the first time. Her with a smile on her lips, me with an erection. I was embarrassed by my body's reaction to Mary. Mentally she was just too fragile for any kind of sex.

As the months living with us went by, Mary started to regain some of her previous confidence. She began by holding her head up as she went about her daily routines. She was gaining confidence and it could be readily noticed. Iolani's cooking was starting to put a little weight on Mary's frail body. Mary was filling out and starting to resemble the person I was once married to. 

I had a small exercise room set up in a lower level of my house. I tried to exercise daily to keep in shape. Soon I was being joined by Mary. The first few days she only watched me. Then she started trying to walk on the treadmill. I showed her how to work the machine and she walked about 5 minutes before becoming fatigued. 

We worked on her endurance daily. At night, in our bed, I massaged her sore leg and back muscles. I rubbed them through her nightgown. She sighed as I worked on her calves and thighs. If she was a cat, I'd swear she would be purring. 

Every night when I finished, I'd place a small kiss on the back of her neck. That was her signal I was done.

One night I heard, "When I start exercising my upper body will you massage that too?"

"If you'd like, Mary."

"I'd like."

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Mary started working the Cybex equipment in my gym. It was hard for her at first but she had the determination to stick with it and started showing some improvement. She was soon exercising an hour with me. While she didn't use anywhere the amount of weight I did. She was proud to keep up with me.

One night in bed she asked me to add an upper body massage to her normal leg rub down. That night I massaged her over her nightgown both front and back. I stayed away from her breasts and bottom. When I finished with her front, I realized that she had fallen asleep. 

I pulled the sheet over us and went to sleep. The next morning when I woke, she was back curled up on my shoulder. I tried to get up without waking her, but when I heard, "Good morning husband." I knew I'd failed. I made my bathroom call and returned to bed with her. 

"When did you remember we were once married?" I asked.

"I didn't remember. It just seems right when I'm in your arms," she offered.

She started showing improvement much faster from then on. One day Jackie found her crying, "I just remembered that your husband died, "Mary sobbed. She and Jackie had a good cry together that day.

One night as she was getting ready for bed, she took her nightgown off and climbed in next to me naked. "I remembered today that we used to sleep together nude. Can we do it again?" I looked at her naked body and realized that her workouts in the gym were showing effect, I nodded my approval.

I got up and removed the PJ bottoms I'd been wearing for months, and climbed back in bed. She had watched me strip. "I like that thing between your legs, "she commented "Can I hold it?"

I never had a chance to answer before she had grabbed it in both hands. As it engorged a smile crossed her face, "I used to love it when it got this big. Show me what we used to do with it."

We made love for about half the night. Her memories of how to make love returned and she tried to make up for all those lost years in one night. When I couldn't perform any more we curled up in each other's arms. As I started to drop off, I heard, "Jack, I still love you. Thank you for waiting for me to remember."

The next morning I woke to her lips around my cock. She sucked me to completion. As I was recovering she said, "Guess what I remembered how to do?" 

And she put it back in her mouth. 

I showed her 69 again. It was as if she had never experienced oral sex before. She had liked it when we were first married. But now she loved it. After finally begging me to stop, she climbed on my erection and played cowgirl. We missed breakfast that day and a few other days after for the same reason.

One night nearly a month later, Mary woke me out of a sound sleep. She was crying, "Please forgive me for driving you away. I'll never drink again." She had finally recovered her memory of why we divorced. We had a good cry, together. We promised to love and treasure each other for ever.

I had the love of my life back, and she most of her memories. We were complete. The pain cause by all her years of drinking was gone. The hurt and hatred in me had slowly dissolved. 

As Mary came back to me, my need for revenge against her greedy non-caring eldest daughter and her husband surfaced. I called my childhood friends. The older daughter and her jerk husband were killed in an automobile accident about six months later. Seems their brakes failed.

I didn't tell Mary or Jackie about their deaths.

It was almost three years later when I noticed that Mary was in some sort of pain. She would hold her stomach more and more frequently. The doctor's at the hospital confirmed it. Her liver was failing. The years of alcohol abuse had finally caught up with her. I pulled every string I could think of to get her on a transplant list. The doctor explained that she wouldn't live long enough to reach the top of the list. She would be dead in less than a year.

Mary's brain never completely recovered. She had killed too many brain cells with her drinking. When someone asked her a question, there was a noticeable time lag before she answered. There were times when Mary would look at me and say, "There's something I feel I should remember, but I can't." Then she'd cry or maybe just get mad at herself.

Either way, I just tried to hold her and make the pain go away. There were times I tried to resume making love with her. She never refused me, but also never really participated. I tried to make her enjoy sex, but it was as if that portion of her anatomy was dead now. I could elicit no response.

After I finished, she would get up and clean herself. If we made love two times before going to sleep, she'd douche both times. One night I asked her why so many times.

She answered, "Because that's what I was told to do." Her mind was slipping back.

Most nights I just held her and tried to remember our early and recent good years, not the in between ones. But I usually struggled getting to sleep. 

One night as we cuddled together in bed I heard her soft voice. 

She was praying, "Thank you God for letting me have Jack back. When I die, can I wait for him to join me?"

She died quietly in her sleep a few weeks later.

*

Epilog:

As it always does time has passed and Jack is 93. The time to join his Mary has come. All his family is in the hospital room watching him fade away. 

Suddenly he sat up and says in a clear concise voice, "Hi Mary, my love, I'm coming." 

As he fell back the monitors stopped beeping.



The Author Ch. 02



People often ask me where I get my ideas from. I'm a romance novelist. Yep, I write those cheap and tawdry little paperbacks that fly off the shelves at the supermarket or the book store for $7.95 a pop; my books fill the afternoons -- and the shopping carts -- of America's housewives, fueling afternoon fantasies that their husbands can never fulfill.

Oops. My bad!

But seriously, I do write those stories. The tales of some hapless heroine and the persnickety problem she finds herself in and the hunky, wholesome hero that saves her skin, saves the day, and gets the girl. Hey, it's not the most glamorous job in the world; but it pays the bills. Yes, it pays the bills nicely.

You've probably never heard of me. Well, you've heard of "me", but that's not the real me. I mean, you've probably read one of my books -- or know somebody who has -- but you've never heard my name. I'm Michael Finnegan Brewster. But my books are published as "Roark Flaherty". Him, you've probably heard of. You've probably read.

Of course, you also may have read some of my ... lesser known ... works. Tales that have never been read by the "typical American housewife" or that lonely single girl; instead they've been read by hundreds and thousands of horny gay boys and men, filling the pages of "Hot Men" and "Studs" and "Hunks" magazines -- filling the space between the photo shoots of all the gay and gay-for-pay porn models, showing us their cocks and asses, teasing your mind and body until you have a deliriously delicious explosion of man juice in the privacy of your own home. 

But there, it's "Mickey Lassiter" that writes those couple of pages of "friction fiction", providing another source of pleasure and release for you libido.

But when asked that question -- about where my ideas come from -- I used to have a hard time with that. I'd found a secret of writing early on -- making a story about two guys and then turning one into a girl -- and the words -- and the books -- flowed. So did the cash -- right into my bank account.

A few years ago, I met my man -- my own "hunky hero lothario" -- a guy by the name of Rand. I bumped into him -- literally -- at the bar and we've been together ever since. Our first night together -- I'd love to say it was all romance and passion and making love -- but it wasn't. It was pure, animalistic and hot sex. Sex between two men; cocks invading asses, tongues licking cocks, mouths swallowing cocks and lots of hot, creamy cum sprayed across hot and satisfied flesh.

Now? Well, now Rand is the source of my stories. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's still all fantasies in my head, but Rand and I sometimes find ways to make them a bit more real -- playing "The Pirate and the Governor" (instead of "The Governor's Daughter") and "Bad Punk, Good Cop" and "Mechanic and the Stranded Motorist". So many of those fantasies now find life -- and lust -- through our relationship.

Lately, however, I've been ... stuck ... for new material. I mean, I can only write the story about the Pirate so many times before he's, well, boring. My source -- Rand -- hasn't become boring, but the stories now are just... Well, I'm running out of new ideas and characters and concepts.

The "Lueitenant Peter Johnson" series has sold well, but how much crime can this guy actually take care of in between his moments of passion and lust with Officer Candy Jones or the Simone Sentry, the former model and now crime victim? How many drivers can Mike, the mechanic seduce while servicing their cars. There is a limit.

I need to think ... outside the box ... and get some new ideas; some new scenes, some new plots. I can't use gay porn. It's too obvious. I mean, the typical plot of a gay porn works well for guys:

The doorbell rings and the plumber (appliance repairman, cable guy, package delivery driver) is invited into the house by some guy just out of the shower or sunbathing on his patio or sleeping. Then in just minutes of tortured and badly delivered dialogue, both guys are naked, cocks are getting sucked, asses are being eaten, fucking ensues.

But those lonely women need ... more. They need to have Polly swept off her feet with flowers and dramatic acts of chivalry by Marco, winning her heart as he wins the race and keeping her for eternity as his one and only prize.

Ugh, what crap! But still, as I said, it pays the bills.

I just need new situations! I've tried a few, but I keep hitting blocks. I'm wired for gay porn, but need to turn out "TV for Women" slow romance. Maybe the issue is with Rand and me. We've been together for a few years, as I'd said, and we've settled into comfort. Don't get me wrong -- we still have great and hot sex all the time, but it's becoming the norm. 

Like I should be complaining!

I'm sitting at the computer, trying to think of something, when Rand comes back home from the gym. I was supposed to go with him -- we often work out together -- but I'm running behind. He comes up to me and kisses the top of my head, his hands on my shoulders. I lean my head back and look up into his face -- flush with the heat of his work-out, his eyes still sparking from the adrenaline rush. His smile still melts my heart and his body still gets my cock rock hard in seconds -- like now.

I think back to when we first started going to the gym. We'd spend some time on the treadmills, getting our heart-rate up and getting a burn started. Then we'd head to the machines -- lifting weights, pushing our arms, our legs, our backs through all the repetitions -- pushing the muscles almost to the breaking point. We'd swim and then maybe shower and soak in the Jacuzzi.

But watching his body work, the muscles flex, contracting, building, growing, always made one of my own muscles grow. I had to watch what I wore because within minutes of starting our routines, my cock would be thick, hard and throbbing, wanting to be rubbed against Rand's fit body; or burying my tongue in his hot ass, letting him bury his cock in mine. More often than not, we'd get back from the gym and go through our own work out -- fucking -- and finish up exhausted and fully satisfied after our much more fun exercise program in bed.

My mind flashed back to one of the first times we'd been at the gym. We'd done our work out and we were both feeling the push of the adrenaline; the endorphin rush was flooding our bodies. After we'd pushed that final weight, we hit the showers.

The showers were paired along each side of a small room -- 6 to a side. The first two showers, left and right, were slightly bigger with handicap grab rails on each wall. The face of each shower space was half covered with etched glass -- allowing some privacy for each user. The last two showers, however, were different, with the privacy glass open to the wall, so that by standing in front of the shower head, you could look directly across and see your shower partner, with a complete unobstructed view of his body.

As I said before, Rand's body always gets my attention. So when he was standing in the shower across from me, rinsing the sweat from his body and washing down, I was transfixed. My cock was hard and throbbing; I just stared at his magnificent body. At some point early on, he figured out what was happening because his actions became far more sexual. He spent a lot of time rubbing soap across his ass, massaging each cheek and running his fingers in his crack; his nipples would have sparkled with how much attention and washing his muscular chest got. 

Oh, but his cock. Now THAT body part he gave super special attention to. He washed, he rinsed, he shook; he stroked his cock, getting it fully hard; all I could do was watch the show. He ran his hands over his chest, his torso, each pass making his cock jump and flick water and soap in the air. My own body raged to be in the stall with him, at his feet, feeling that water flick on my face, trying to capture that cock in my mouth. I could still hear the other sounds of the locker room -- other guys in the shower, jokes by the sink, the slam of a locker door, talk of completed work outs and comparisons of body size and shape. But my eyes could see nothing but that glorious cock.

Rand continued to work on his cock, his body, turning every once in a while to slip a finger in his ass crack; maybe even in the tight hole I loved so much. But he spent most of his time working his nipples and his cock, working himself closer and closer to cumming. My own cock throbbed and ached to be touched; I absentmindedly stroked my cock, but it wasn't really needed.

Soon, by Rand's body contractions, I could tell he was about ready to cum. He moved to the glass partition and rubbed his cock hard against the glass. I could see the cum shoot out, pooling between his body and the glass panel. My own cock exploded, cum shooting out of the shower. Cum continued to ooze from his cock, smearing white juice on his body and on the glass. With almost all of his cum spent, he squatted down and began to lick his own cum from the glass wall. My own cock still twitched and spurted cum, splattering on the floor and rinsing down the drain with the flow of the shower. I pulled a few more times on my cock, pulling the last drops of cum from deep inside, as my body convulsed in spasms of climactic orgasm. Rand stood, his cock still mostly hard, having swallowed much of his load, cleaning the glass of his cum.

We began to wash our bodies again, showering away the remnants of our shared moments. We quickly dried off, dressed and headed to the car. Of course, my mind kept flashing back to the scene and soon my cock stiffened again in the shorts I was wearing. Rand was driving, but he kept glancing at the hard cock in my shorts; his own massive dick hardening in reaction. Soon, my cock was out and I was stroking it as I leaned across the seat, my head sandwiched between his rippling abs and the steering wheel; I was sucking his cock as he drove us home.

Luckily, we lived only minutes from the gym and soon we were home and stripping naked; our cocks and bodies longing and lusting for the other. We put our workout gear in the washing machine and started it. Rand bent me over the machine and stuffed his cock in my ass. I was in heaven. The feeling of this man, this sexy hunk of male flesh, sticking his cock in my ass, filled my mind with pleasure, but the motions of the washing machine drove that pleasure higher as it bumped and thumped and vibrated against my hard cock. Soon I was cumming, silently gasping as Rand continued to fill my hole; my cock painting the machine with cum.

Rand slammed his cock harder into my ass, my body still trembling from the orgasm; a half dozen thrusts and he cried out, burying his cock as deep inside as he could get, filling my ass with his flesh and his cum. He pulled his cock out, drove it deep back in -- pushing a gasp of pleasure from my lips -- pushing some of his cum down his cock and out of my hole. He pulled his cock out and began to eat from my ass, licking and swallowing his load. His hands spread my cheeks as his tongue probed deep into my recently fucked hole. My head swam with delight as he ate my ass; my body trembled with rapture. My cock continued to be tingled by the movements of the washer and slicked by my spent cum.

We cleaned up and showered again and headed to dinner.

But, as you can see, my life with Rand is not boring. But there's no way I'd be able to recount that tale in a romance novel. Sure, I could have a personal trainer work with a woman, taking her from unhealthy and overweight, falling in love with her as she transforms and them living happily ever after. 

But the shower sex and the washing machine would NEVER fly for the lonely gal that reads my books. Rand stepped back from me and said he was heading for a shower. I nodded as I tried to focus back on my writing and less on my cum soaked and lust filled memories. That was not going to work as memories played across my mind and my cock raged in my shorts.

There was the time that Rand and I headed out to the park, taking the beautiful weather and the great temperature and jogging the hills and paths of the hillside park area. Of course, my cock was rubbing in the snug jock strap I wore and Rand's body glistened with sweat, a dark spot accentuating the butt cleavage his shorts exemplified. Watching as his ass bounced atop his legs and that friction from my jock had my cock hard and leaking pre-cum; this fact was not lost on Rand.

As we were passing a small stand of trees, Rand grabbed my hand and pulled me into the trees. Soon we were in a small clearing, shaded by the trees, surrounded by the leaves and branches. His lips soon locked on mine as his hands yanked my shorts and jock to my ankles. Quickly he was squatting in front of my dick, licking slowly up and down the shaft, flicking his tongue into the slit, tasting the pre-cum still within. His own shorts strained against his cock, and another wet spot -- this time not from his sweet perspiration but from his own pre-cum. He quickly stood, stripped his shorts and stuffed them in my mouth; the aroma of his sweat filling my nose and the taste of his body filling my mouth. Just as quickly, he was down again, my throbbing cock in his mouth.

My balls began to harden and swell with each passing moment. I looked down to see Rand furiously yanking on his own cock, whimpers and moans vibrated through my cock in his mouth. I couldn't hold back anymore and his shorts muffled my cry as the first shots of juice filled his mouth; his own grunts and primal sounds muffled by the cock in his mouth as his own cum spurted from his dick, covering my shoes and the fallen leaves with his fluid. 

Yet another time that my reality couldn't fuel my fiction and the fantasy of my readers; sex in the bushes wasn't something most women thought about; maybe if it had been Tarzan and Jane with the romantic sounds of the river nearby, the lush jungle surrounded them; but never on the spur of the moment in the park.

I heard the water running above my head, and I thought back to the man in the shower. Fuck, I was never going to get anything written today. I closed out the program, pushed back my chair and headed upstairs.

At the top of the stairs, Rand's shoes were placed by the small bench on the landing, his socks piled at the end of the cushion. A few feet down the hall lay his damp and crumpled shirt. I picked it up, heading towards the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Just outside the open door, his orange shorts lay, and just inside, his damp jock was left. I picked up both of them, the scent of my man rising to my nose. My cock throbbed lustily in my shorts; a plan formed in my mind. I stripped naked and put on his jock. The warm damp cloth felt good against my body; my cock stuck out of the top, my balls stuffed into the pouch, my ass felt the cool air caressing the skin; I nearly broke out in goose-bumps.

I headed towards the partially open door to the bathroom and peered in. Light flooded the space from the walls of glass block that surrounded the tub and the shower. I could see the shower reflected in the mirror, steam and water droplets clinging to the clear glass. Within the shower was Rand, standing with his head down, water cascading down his body from one showerhead; massaging spray beating on his neck from the other. His body was glistening all over, the tan colored skin in sharp contrast to the white light shining from outside. He looked like a Roman or Greek God -- a body of perfection and primal strength and lust.

I pushed the door open all the way; it tapped against the wall, startling Rand. He looked up to see me standing there, his yellow jock against my white skin, my hard and red cock sticking from the top. A smile crossed his face as I walked in the room.

"Did you forget something?" I asked, opening the glass shower door. "I found this on the floor." I slid the jock from my body and put it to my nose. I inhaled deeply of his scent and his sweat. "I can't imagine why this was just left lying about." I saw his smile had never wavered, his eyes roved over my body; his cock began to swell and stiffen.

I stepped into the shower space and felt the heat from the water and put my hands on his body; the heat from the flesh was nearly hotter than the steam surrounding us. I leaned forward and kissed his chest, licking water from his fur. My tongue slid over to one nipple, then the other, as my hand slid downward and grasped his cock. I could feel it throb and pulse in my hand; the swell and stiffness increased.

"I was hoping you'd join me," he said, dropping his mouth to my face, covering it with kisses.

I pulled back and held up the wet jock, smiling. "With an invitation such as this, how could I refuse?" I dropped the jock onto the shelf built into the wall. My hand squeezed his cock "and how could I refuse this offer, right here?" A devious smile crossed my lips as wicked thoughts crammed my head.

I dropped to the bench, sitting in front of his body; his cock was at just the right level to slip into my mouth. It tasted of sweat and water and him; it tasted better than just about anything I'd ever had. I slid my mouth over the head and down the shaft, easily swallowing all of his cock. Thick and meaty, it filled my mouth and my senses. I began a slow easy rhythm, swirling my tongue along the shaft and over the head, slipping forward and back and he began thrusting his cock in my mouth. My hands grabbed as his legs, his ass, his body, as my lips grabbed at his cock.

Soon, we were slipping deeper and deeper into each other's passions. I loved stuffing my mouth with his cock and he loved feeding me every glorious inch of skin. I could suck cock -- especially his -- for hours; on many occasions, I had.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed my lips, his tongue tasting his own cock in my mouth. He turned me around and slowly pushed on my shoulders, bending me over; his hands played across my ass and fingers slipped in my crack. A moan of pleasure slipped from my mouth, followed by an "oh, fuck yes!" His fingers were soon replaced by his tongue, the stubble on his chin tickling my ass; his fingers and hands spreading my ass wide, his tongue probing deep inside.

"Oh, fuck, yes... Oh, fuck... Rand, I want you to fuck me!" I gasped as his tongue slid in and out of my ass. He slowly stood, grabbing the jock from the bench. He slipped the jock to my face, between the glass block and my nose. I inhaled, hoping for a remnant of his scent; it was there, not completely washed from the yellow fabric. His cock slipped into my waiting hole, sliding nearly all the way in on the first press.

We let the water beat on our bodies, slipping between us, creating moisture and slickness for our actions. He pulled his cock from my hole and then slipped it back in. He continued pulling his cock from my ass, only to push it back in, deeply, all of his length filling my ass. I grunted with each assault on my ass, pleasure spreading through my body.

His pace quickened and he reached for my cock. As hard and as ready as my dick was, his touch nearly spilled my seed across the tiled space. I rode on his cock, slipping like a piston in and out of my ass, a finely tuned engine of lust and raw sex. His hand slid over my cock, pulling and driving me closer and closer to the edge. Just as I began to cum, ropes of sticky white cream flying, he pulled the jock from near my face and caught roped of cum as they exploded from my cock.

With a final thrust and primal grunt, he pulled his cock from my ass -- the first stream of cum flying to my back -- and then used the jock to catch more and more of his spilling seed; mixing his cum with my own. With a final shudder of release, the last drops of cum spilling from his cock, he brought the jock to his lips. I turned around, the jock inches from his lips and mine; we began to lick the cum from the rough cotton fabric; our eyes locked, never wavering from the other.




The Author Ch. 02



I took a cloth and washed his body from head to toe; Rand did the same for me. We stepped from the shower, toweling each other off; licking the water from some body parts. We headed to the bedroom and got dressed.

Later, I was seated in front of my computer, typing away at a new scene for my story. While I had to edit it for some of the content -- taking it from wild X-Rating to a milder PG-13 -- the scene would stay. Of course, instead of my house, it took place in the fabulous penthouse apartment of the rich and beautiful heroine of my novel. More romance and less sex filled the pages as the details ran from my body to the page.

So now I've answered the question -- where do my stories come from. Now the question is -- what will happen next?



The Author Pt. 01



A Story of Bondage and Domination.

A work of fiction

Part One: Jennifer betrayed.

April 12th 2001: Jennifer pulled on the ropes binding her to the bed reveling in the erotic bondage as Jeremy fucked her. She was spread eagle on her back, a pillow under her ass, raising her pelvis to her boyfriend. Ropes bound her hands and ankles. This was the way Jennifer had hoped to spend her birthday, a perfect way to turn 18. Jennifer had been singing happy birthday to me in her mind as Jeremy tied her up. Jeremy was the town bad boy; a leather jacket-wearing misfit who Jennifer's mother said was a Rebel without a clue. 

Jennifer was his girlfriend, and loved the way he tied her, spanked her, and honestly, loved the way he fucked her. She liked it rough, and he would use her roughly.

Jennifer felt her climax approaching, and decided to go with the extremely nasty feeling she was enjoying. She grinned wickedly as she said a phrase she had never used before. "Fuck me Jeremy." 

Jeremy was above her, his dark hair hanging down, the seashell necklace around his neck, the five o-clock shadow the product of not shaving today. His eyes were closed and he smiled saying "Yeah Cathy, take that cock." 

Jennifer's orgasm receded like the tide pulling out. A chill ran through her, Cathy was her best friend, had he really just called her Cathy? "What?" Jennifer hoped she had not heard it right. 

Jeremy opened his eyes, and the surprise on his face was evident, and it was followed immediately by the guilty expression that told Jennifer much more than any words ever would. He stopped thrusting into her his mouth hanging open slightly. 

"No, you didn't." Jennifer said quietly, her world shattering around her. This could not have happened, not today, not her birthday, betrayed by her boyfriend and her best friend. "Let me up, untie me." Jennifer said tears in her eyes. Her voice was thin, brittle, reflecting her agony.

Jeremy started to pull back, and then hesitated. 

"Get off of me bastard." Jennifer said with more force, tears running down from the corners of her eyes.

Jeremy stared into her eyes, and began to thrust into her again. "I fucked her this afternoon; I didn't even clean my cock before fucking you bitch." 

Jennifer stared at him horrified. "Jeremy, stop. Stop right now. NO Jeremy, NO." She said trying to scream, pulling on the ropes with all her might. 

Jeremy fucked her with everything he had. He pounded into her, Jennifer had tears running down her cheeks as she twisted her wrists, trying to get free, trying to get loose. 

Jeremy grunted as he began his own orgasm, and Jennifer felt him swell within her, and then felt him shoot his seed into her. Jennifer was crying openly now, wailing "No" as he finished in her. 

Jeremy stood up, laughing as he said, "I was planning on breaking up with you tomorrow, but somehow, this is better." He untied her right wrist and said, "Get out of my house bitch." 

Jennifer turned and untied her left wrist, and then sitting up freed her ankles as Jeremy left the room. Jennifer sat on the bed for a moment crying loudly. She went into the bathroom and tried to wash him out of her pussy. Dressing quickly, she wanted only to get away, not knowing where to go, not thinking yet. Just knowing that she had to get away from him.

Jennifer had her underwear on and her pants; she put her t-shirt on and jammed her bra into her purse. She grabbed her shoes, desperate to get out. She glanced around making sure she did not leave anything behind, not willing to leave him anything. She saw his prize desktop stereo, and her pain, rage, and humiliation exploded. Jennifer grabbed the oversized boom box and threw it out the window. It burst through the window falling three stories to the parking lot of Jeremy's apartment building below. 

Jeremy shouted from the front of the apartment "What the Fuck?" and came bursting in as Jennifer turned to run out of the room. Jeremy grabbed her, looked at the window, and cursing held her with his left hand and punched Jennifer in the face with his right. Jennifer fell under the blow, felt her lip tear, and tasted blood in her mouth. 

Jeremy walked to the window stopping as he cut his foot on the glass from the broken window on the floor. Jennifer took the chance, and ran from the apartment, taking the stairs two and three at a time. Jeremy shouted at her from his window. Jennifer didn't take time to look up, her face hurt, but her heart hurt much worse. 

Jennifer got into her Honda and starting the car drove from the lot, she was on automatic pilot, not knowing where she was going, barely able to see through the tears. Her hands shook, her mouth was bleeding from the torn lip. Jennifer saw her own house, and barely stopped her car inches from her brother's car. Jennifer knew where she was going now, Mom, she needed her Mother. 

She left the car door open, the engine running, and lights still on. She lunged for the front door, and opening it found her Dad and her brother Shawn in the living room. She didn't look at them twice, she walked by wailing her broken humiliated heart into the night. She walked through the house, searching for her Mom. Her legs were stiff, barely working, she didn't hear her brother and father calling her name. She found her Mom in the master bedroom, watching television. 

Her Mom looked up at her, and jumped to her feet calling for Jen. Jennifer noticed that the edges of her vision was dark, she threw her arms around her mother, holding on for dear life. Trying to grab something she could trust, something she could rely on. 

From a corner of her mind, Jennifer heard her Mom, talking to her Dad and Brother. "You two go now, leave us, this is girl stuff." 

Jennifer held on to her Mother, hugging her, drowning in a sea of emotion, of betrayal. Jennifer's face was in her Mothers shoulder as she told everything. 

Jennifer told her story, and her Mother listened, and much to Jennifer's surprise, didn't say "I told you so" only said "Clueless, the boy is clueless." 

Her Mother listened, and finally said "Tough way to grow up Jen, but you'll be fine in a few days." Then she gave Jennifer a bath, and had Jennifer wash herself carefully. 

She was put to bed, and Jennifer slept fitfully. 

**********

Jennifer graduated High School, and as she prepared to cross the state of Georgia for college, she found that Cathy had been made pregnant, and there was some doubt to who the Father was. Jennifer had the satisfaction, a small satisfaction of watching her former best friend go from Prom Queen to welfare queen.

Jennifer moved in with her Aunt in Savannah, and started college at Armstrong University. After two years of general studies, Jennifer still had no direction in her life, so she just didn't sign up for the third year. She started working and after bouncing around from job to job, became a legal secretary for a major bitch. Ten months of working for the bitch had resulted in her being fired in November of 2006. 

Jennifer didn't mind, she hated the bitch, and put her resume' online to see what was out there. A number of offers were made, and Jennifer accepted the one working for William Carter as his Confidential Assistant. She moved to Statesboro, to live near her work, and took a small one bedroom apartment a couple miles from Georgia Southern University. Perhaps she would feel like going back to school one of these days.

Jennifer had dated some, always looking for the nice guys, but never liking them enough to commit to any length relationship. A few second dates, very few third dates, and almost no fourth dates followed the pattern of her life. Jennifer was living in her shell, and part of her was ready to break out.



The Author Pt. 02



Part 2: Discovery

May 11th 2007: Jennifer stood staring at the damn door. It used to be called the basement door, now in her mind it was the damn door. It was solid oak, like all the doors in the house, but this one was always locked. The normal handle lock was present, but there was also a heavy deadbolt, which was driving her insane. A deadbolt for a door going from inside the house to a basement with no door outside was paranoid wasn't it?

Jennifer worked in the house, forty hours a week, sometimes more, sometimes less, she was the confidential assistant to William Carter, the famous mystery writer. She had been working for Bill for six months, since she had been hired in November, and other than a few details, loved her job. Probably because she had fallen in love with Bill minutes after meeting him. Her attempts to flirt or make passes at him had all been returned, but Bill had never followed up on those verbal games. Occasionally Bill would stand very close to her, leaning over her to read something or explain the way he wanted to see something done, and Jennifer would feel her insides melt, and her heart would ache for the day when he would place his arms around her, and kiss her deeply. Jennifer was convinced the key to his heart lay in the basement. It had to, there was no reason for a deadbolt lock on the door otherwise.

Jennifer's job had her in the home office with him all day, and most of the time all she had to do was answer fan mail forwarded from the publisher. This wasn't as hard as it might seem as almost all the questions that people asked had answers prepared in snippets saved to the computer. Jennifer would personalize these responses into a quasi form letter, which would then be printed, folded, and mailed each day. She had to arrange travel and hotels when he would fly off to do a book signing or some interview. 

For the mailings, there was a stack of publicity photographs and a slick program that would sign them in Bill's handwriting with whatever message Jennifer thought was appropriate. She handled all of Bill's daily detail stuff so he could write. Mysteries usually sell fairly well, and Bill's books were very popular. He had a dedicated fan base, because he never withheld a clue, always giving the key information somewhere. He would give you something terribly small, seemingly insignificant in the early part of the book, and then use it to solve the mystery later. This early vital clue, the one small detail, was the needle in the haystack that would solve the case. Bill was also good at giving you false clues, things that seemed important, or pointed to one character who was really innocent, Bill would usually tossed in a couple of those to fool the reader.

Among the few small annoyances in working for Bill was that he would disappear for the weekend twice a month or so, without any information on where he was going. She was specifically forbidden from calling his cell phone, and in case of an emergency, she could send a text message. An emergency being defined as death, dismemberment, or the house burning down. There was also the damn door.

Jennifer was working on solving that particular mystery, she was convinced she had clues to the mystery of the damn door. One just had to be a clue. For the past month, she had been working this clue and found nothing so far. 

Six weeks ago, he had returned from one of his reclusive weekends away, and Jennifer was in an insulted mood. She was the confidential assistant, and supposed to be involved in everything, but he cut her out whenever he felt like it. She had made this point before, and during this discussion, she pointed out how he was too valuable to disappear like that, and needed to work with her. His answer had been a clue, it had to be.

"Jennifer, I don't think you're really in the position to chastise me, just in case you had forgotten who the boss is." Bill had said ending the discussion.

Chastise, he had never used that word before, or since. He had never written the word in any of his books. It wasn't a word he used and Jennifer had searched all the texts of his books in the computer. It had to be a clue, it just had to be. There were other clues that said the key had to be here. In Bill's second book, the investigator was looking to enter a house, and told his partner "When you're trying to get into a locked house, look close to the door for a hidden key." In the book, they found a key, but didn't just about everyone hide a key within a few steps of the door?

Jennifer was currently in the library located across the hall from the basement door looking for the key, feeling that it had to be hidden here. The house was empty because Bill was off on one of his secret weekends. She had time to work the clues.

She looked behind the bookshelves she could reach, nothing. Perhaps behind one of the books, but there had to be at least three thousand books in this room. Some old, some new, arranged by a plan that only Bill understood. Which book would he have hidden it behind? Jennifer started scanning titles looking for Chastise or some other word that leaped out at her as significant. Jennifer followed the books from the left side of the door, and after covering half the left wall, gave up. It was getting too far from the door.

Going back to the door, she started on the right side of the room scanning titles again looking for something to leap out at her, and finding nothing. Looking at her watch, and noticing it was almost eleven, Jennifer sighed and decided to finish her days work, and go home. It was the one fringe benefit of his secret weekends; she was free to leave when she was done answering mail. 

Jennifer sat with her lunch, a small chef's salad, and finished printing the responses, and customizing the pictures, putting them in envelopes to be mailed out Monday. She put her computer to sleep, and standing headed for the front door slinging her purse over her left shoulder. Just as she passed the library, she stepped inside, wondering what she had missed, what had she just not seen. 

Jennifer walked around the Library one last time, she looked around the room, waiting for something to wave at her and scream, "It's me, or I'm the next clue." Nothing did, and Jennifer rolled her eyes in exasperation and started to leave. 

Stopping after the first step, she turned slightly to her left looking at a shelf. One book did not fit the shelf. The other books were brown, this one was blue. It was right by the door, and the blue book was taller than the brown ones. Squatting down Jennifer looked at the title, "Justine and other stories by the Marquis de Sade" was one the spine. 

Jennifer pulled the book partially out and looked behind it, no key. Damn, well it was worth a shot. Standing and headed for the door again Jennifer resolved to put it out of her mind. Jennifer remembered reading that book in College. Her copy hadn't been a collection, but the story itself in a single novella form. Jennifer stopped in mid stride just short of the front door. Her book had been titled "Justine, or Good Conduct well Chastised." 

CHASTISED. "Shit" Jennifer said turning and dropping her purse. Rushing back, she pulled the book from the shelf and opened the cover. Inside was a table of contents, and Jennifer felt the rush of satisfaction on that victory. Chastise, yes it was chastised. Jennifer started to flip through the book, but it didn't open right. The book was hollowed out, and inside the hollowed out area, a ring with two keys. 

Jennifer's eyes gleamed with triumph as she took the keys, laying the book aside on a table and walked across the hall. She smiled knowing that this was the key to the door, and the door the key to the mystery she had been living. Jennifer unlocked the deadbolt, and then the handle lock turned easily with the key. Opening the door, she did not notice the magnetic sensor built into the doorframe, which registered the movement of the magnet in the edge of the door. The computer did the rest six seconds later, sending a text message to the address in its memory. As Jennifer reached the bottom of the stairs to the darkened basement, Bill's cell phone had begun to vibrate the notification of a received message. 

Jennifer found the switch at the bottom of the stairs, and turning the lights on, stood stunned and looked at the basement, no it was a torture chamber. There were cages, a leather topped table, chains, whips, bookshelves, and an incredible assortment of sex items. No wonder he hid the key in a book by the Marquis de Sade. This could be a shrine to the sadist philosophy.

Jennifer stepped around, looking at everything, feeling numb from the shock. She saw chairs that had bindings built in, more bindings, both leather and steel hung from the walls. Erotic art hung almost everywhere, and each one had a similar motif, a woman bound, granted they were artfully done, each picture displayed different bondage positions and style. Jennifer felt a small thrill rush through her as she remembered when she had enjoyed such things. Her hand rested on a table as she looked at a picture of a woman spread eagle on a large wooden X, stretched taught by bindings on her wrists and ankles, another strap around her waist.

She turned and found her hand resting on a leather binding attached to a chain at the corner of the leather covered table. Her fingers danced across the chain, and for a moment she wondered what it would feel like to be stretched across this table, and have Bill on top of her prostrated and helpless form. Her stomach tightened and her nipples stiffened slightly at this mental image. 

Jennifer angrily shook this out of her mind. She didn't do that anymore, and she told herself she wasn't going to be sucked back into it now. She had that demon purged from her long ago, when Jeremy had cheated on her and then abused her. Never again would she be helpless.

*****

Bill had been driving on I-16, out of Savannah; after a morning meeting with his broker, and then had reluctantly accepted the inevitable lunch invitation. He was headed west, and was ten minutes past the main Statesboro exit when his cell phone buzzed at him. He growled "This had better be an emergency, It's my weekend away damn it." He reached for his cell phone and a couple button pushes later, was reading the message at sixty-five miles per hour. He read it twice to make sure he was not mistaken. "I think this qualifies."

"Secure Door Breach" was the entire message. Three words that told him everything. Jennifer was in the basement, and he needed to be there soon to talk to her. He needed to talk to her before she ran screaming from the house. 

He accelerated to seventy-five, and made an illegal U-turn across the median, and accelerated back towards Statesboro. He got off on the right exit. He pushed past the speed limits on all the roads towards home, ignoring a yellow light that turned red as he reached the intersection. Fortunately during the entire drive, his radar detector had remained silent, and no police observed his somewhat reckless driving.

Jennifer was looking at the books on the shelves. Bill had a similar display in the office. His five published mysteries were lined up; in order of publication, on a shelf with book ends the only other decoration. There were six books here, all by "Sierra" and they were laid out the same. Could he have written these too?

Jennifer picked up the one on the far right, the newest one upstairs. Opening the book, Jennifer found that it had been published two months ago. "A Family Tradition of Bondage" was the title, and Jennifer couldn't believe it. Was it possible that Bill had been writing two different types of books, normal mysteries, and this porn. 

The next book to the left was "Collected Short Stories by Sierra" and Jennifer looked at it. It had been printed ten months ago and Jennifer had another piece of the puzzle figured out. Bill was writing this porn using the pen name of Sierra. 

Jennifer suddenly felt him behind her, she could always tell when he walked into the room, his presence just called to her. Jennifer had always considered this evidence of a serious attraction between then, but now it wasn't as welcome as usual. 

Turning she saw him standing there by the steps. She was struck once again how good he looked. Blond hair hanging down to his shoulders, a tan sports coat over blue jeans and a sport shirt. The blue/gray eyes that shone with intelligence. The cute little cleft in his chin. Jennifer loved the way he looked, even the slight bulge halfway down his nose, showing where it had been broken playing water polo in college. 

"I figured the clues out." Jennifer said by way of introduction.

"Yes you did, and now you know the secret of the basement. So Ms. Sherlock Holmes, what do we do now?" Bill asked.

Jennifer felt panic swell and a sudden rush of arousal and embarrassment. Swallowing hard she said "Uh, what do you mean?" 

"I meant, we should either talk about it, or you can run from the house screaming to the neighbors that Bill's a pervert." Bill said.

Jennifer almost smiled, but this was too serious for that kind of levity, trying to change the subject she asked "Did you write these books too?" 

"Yes, tell you what, bring them, I'll be in the office, and we can talk since you are apparently not going to run screaming from the house." Bill said, and turning walked up the stairs. 

Jennifer hesitated, and then grabbed the remaining books on the shelf, followed him upstairs. When she entered the office, Bill was at his computer typing rapidly. He stopped considered the screen, and then typed for another minute, and then tapped the keyboard one last time.

The printer started its cycle and Bill rose and taking the printed sheet applied a pen to the bottom of the page, and handed it to Jennifer. "I think this should do nicely."

Jennifer looked at the paper, and then read it more slowly. It was a recommendation letter. It said her work was excellent, and rated her extremely competent in all areas of office management skills. It severely regretted her loss and alluded to the difficulty of finding a similarly qualified assistant. Jennifer dreaded the impact of the letter. "So I'm fired?" 

"No, I assumed you would be thinking of quitting, and I wanted you and any future employer to know how highly I thought of you." Bill answered.

Jennifer read the letter again. It was an excellent letter, and she had no doubt that if called on it Bill would back it up. 

"I don't know, it's been a shock so far." Jennifer said.

"Yeah, I can understand that. The story is fairly simple, I have been into Bondage since College, when I was introduced to it. Obviously it wouldn't do my public reputation any good to have that information out there, so I keep it very private. The mysteries I write are good, and I enjoy creating the story, but I love writing the erotica. I love living the scenes out with others who share my tastes." Bill said.

Jennifer looked at the books on her desk, the ones she had brought up from downstairs. All of them had Bondage titles. The short stories book had a picture of handcuff's on the cover. 

"Jennifer, I know you have tried to flirt with me, and made several passes at me since you started. I returned the flirting, but took no action because I need more than a girlfriend in my life, I need a submissive mate. A Vanilla relationship is not satisfying to me anymore. After a few dates, I don't bother to call them, because I am not happy with them, it, whatever." Bill said.

"So you played along with my flirting but didn't follow it up because you didn't want to have a normal date with me?" Jennifer asked.

"Oh I wanted to date you, I wanted to wine you, dine you, and then bind you." Bill said.

Jennifer shuddered slightly, partly from fear, partly from a rush of desire that flooded her. 

She swallowed again to open up her throat that was suddenly tight and said "I grew out of that, in high school, I don't do that any more." Jennifer remembered that rainy afternoon when the power had gone off. They had sat staring at the rain for an hour, and suddenly he started talking about an ex girlfriend. One who wanted to get more serious with him, he had said no, and a week later, while he was having second thoughts, she drown in a swimming accident. It was fairly rare that he opened up to her about his personal feelings. This story was one of regret, obviously one which had a big impact on his life, his personality.

Jennifer feeling the sudden unexpected opening, and being moved by the story, had told him about Jeremy, and her eighteenth birthday. 

For her birthday this year, she had come to work and found a crystal rose wrapped in a gift box on her desk. He had just said "Happy Birthday Jennifer, and may all your birthdays be joyous and rewarding." 

"You told me Jen, and I waited until now to tell you, you never grow out of it. You never leave it behind, you just had a very bad experience, and I swear that wouldn't happen with me. However I wanted to make sure your eyes were open to the future, before I wined and dined you. I wanted to let you know before we went out that bondage and submission is a big part of my life." Bill said. "I guess you can call it full disclosure, well now you know everything, and you have to decide what our next move is. Do we go back to what it was, working together, and nothing else? Do we decide that any discussion of Bondage is totally off limits? Do you leave and seek employment elsewhere? Do we try a relationship, do we doom it by trying it vanilla?"

Bill stepped forward toward her, and ran a single gentle hand down her cheek. "I feel the same way you do Jennifer, I love you. I look forward to seeing you every day, and I feel my heart sparkle when I hear your voice. However, I also know I won't be happy unless I can bind you and pleasure you the way I think you still want deep down inside." 

Jennifer listened, and felt a single electric jolt run from her cheek and electrify her whole being. She was happy that he said he loved her, and angry that his love came with conditions. "So you can't really love me unless you get to tie me up? Is that it?"

"No, not exactly, you see I want you, but I want more of me that you would give if we just dated. I want your mind, body, soul, and your heart. I want all of you, and offer all of me in return. I want your submission to me, with appropriate safeguards, safe words for example, and I want to be your Dom." Bill said.

"Bill, I don't understand, you want to tie me up, but you want more than that? What more is there?" 

"There is so much more you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Some is in those books, while they are fiction, the scenes are real enough, and the emotion is realistic enough. There is another book I would like you to read as well as those. I'll go get it." Bill said.

Bill left the room and Jennifer sat wondering what he was bringing back. If Justine was suitable only for being hollowed out and used as a key safe, what would be worthy to him.

Bill returned in a minute with another book, and handed it to Jennifer. "This is an autobiography of a full time submissive. I think you'll find it interesting, and perhaps enlightening." 

Jennifer sat looking at the books and thinking about what he said. "Bill, couldn't we try the dinner date routine? It's worked for generations you know." She put a weak smile on her face, and then grasping at a straw. "You could always take me to a bar and get me drunk, you might get lucky." 

"As for the drinks and getting lucky, I want you mind, body, heart, and soul, which means I can't take advantage of you while your drunk. Jennifer, the dating routine has worked to an extent. However people in relationships often withhold information. They keep their feelings, and desires private inside of them."




The Author Pt. 02



"I don't want you holding anything back from me, I want all of you, without any reservation. Your parents have a good marriage, but I bet if you ask your Mother, she'll tell you she holds things back all the time. I want more intimacy than is allowed by that type of relationship." Bill said returning to the chair at his desk.

Bill turned to the computer and tapped some keys again. The printer cycled again and several sheets came out this time.

"I want you to take some time, think about this. Read some of that, and consider what you want in life, and what you want from you, me, and the possibility of us. I have five copies of the letter" he had taken the papers and was signing them one at a time "and left the date off. You can always add it anytime." 

Bill gave her the sheets and said "Jennifer, please think carefully about this. Don't let your fear, your bad experience chase you away from a source of great pleasure and reward." 

"Reward? I don't understand how this is a reward." Jennifer said.

"The reward is a sense of fulfillment that you will experience, once you surrender yourself to your Dom. Once you surrender yourself to your Master." Bill said.

Jennifer watched him leave the room and realized she was dismissed. She didn't like the easy way he dismissed her after the emotional scene. Her anger and frustration bubbled up and she called after him she said "When do you want me to tell you no?" 

Bill hesitated in the doorway and said over his shoulder. "I want your answer when you are ready to give it. In the mean time, take a few days, as long as you need, a vacation if you will, and think about this Jennifer." 

Bill walked out of the room and Jennifer sat for a minute and then gathered up the books. She walked to the front hall, and got her purse and left the house wondering if she would ever return.



The Author Pt. 03



 part 3: Searching the Soul.

This is a work of fiction, none of the characters are intended to bear any resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any similarity is purely unintentional.

As Jennifer drove home on autopilot, she wrestled with what had happened. Jennifer had found her answer, the secret of the basement, yet she had more questions. What exactly did he have in mind for her? Did he really expect her to become submissive, and allow herself to be tied up and used again?

She got home just before three, and walked upstairs with his books stuffed into her oversized purse. Jennifer had become frugal in her expenses, in an effort to save money. So far in her adult life, nothing had worked out the way she hoped yet. Now this was taking an unexpected turn, and would probably make her even more jaded.

Jennifer considered, and decided to try and read one of the books, the last one, A Family Tradition of Bondage. Jennifer found herself hooked by the story before she had turned the fifth page. It was well written, and she could identify with the main characters. Bill had written this, Jennifer could see the similarities in style and language. He disguised it by placing the story in St. Louis, and using many local landmarks in the story, yet it was there, that subtle thing that identified an author.

Jennifer found that she had finished the book at four am, and felt suddenly hungry. She made eggs and hash browned potato's, and some toast. She ate the off schedule breakfast, and showered. She was bone tired, and fell into bed, asleep in minutes. 

Jennifer woke at noon, feeling refreshed and troubled. The book had been an extremely erotic romance. Love and bondage were intertwined through the story. Worse, she had dreamed that Bill was doing those things to her, tormenting her, teasing her, and giving her those incredible orgasms. She could clearly remember one vision from her dream, where she was bound by him, and he was whipping her with nipple clamps bouncing at every strike of the whip. Jennifer felt her nipples contract as she remembered the image, and her sex started to warm up. 

"No, I am not like that. I don't do bondage anymore." Jennifer declared aloud in the empty apartment. 

She thought about the book instead. Thinking about the technical aspects, the parts that made it clear to her that Bill had written it. The main characters were likable enough, and the ending was kind of heart wrenching. The sex scenes though, they were incredible. Jennifer remembered the orgasms she had experienced while tied up, but the ones described, they blew away anything she had experienced before. It couldn't be true, there was no way that bondage sex was so intense that the orgasms were so powerful, so mind shattering.

Jennifer resolved to never admit that she had gotten hot from the books descriptions of the sex scene. The way that arousal had been identified and described had made her afraid that Bill must have seen how warm she was in the basement. That was a fluke, a reaction well outside the norm. 

Jennifer looked at the autobiographical book Bill had gotten for her. Jennifer read the first chapter and set it down as though it might be possessed. It was way too extreme for her, it was way to extreme for anyone. There is no way any woman, anywhere, could happily refer to herself as a cum toilet. Jennifer searched the web and couldn't find where someone denounced it as a lie. She did find a site on the web that was operated by the people who purportedly lived what was in the book. There were pictures and a web cast, Jennifer almost downloaded one of the audio files and then decided she didn't need to. It might be true, sort of, but no way could all of it be true. 

"I have got to get out of here for a while." Jennifer said to the empty and now suddenly claustrophobic apartment.

*****

Dressing quickly, Jennifer grabbed a few things and shoved them into a bag, a vacation Bill had said, fine, she was going on vacation. 

She left the books behind, not wanting them with her, afraid of the effect they were having on her. She tossed her bag into the backseat of her Nissan. She left Statesboro and headed west on I-16, headed for Macon and her best friend Beth. 

Beth had been a friend in High School, and had been wonderful after Jeremy had betrayed her. Beth had gotten married and was raising two kids and a dog in a small house in a neighborhood full of nearly identical houses in Macon. Beth was a stable, centered, and reasonable person. If anyone could help clear this shit from her mind, Beth could. 

She called Beth to make sure a visit would be welcome as she drove west on I-16. 

The question of what happens if Beth doesn't tell you it's crazy to even consider this didn't enter Jennifer's mind as she drove west. 

Jennifer visited with the family, and played with the kids for a while, just enjoying getting away from everything for now. After dinner Larry and the kids were watching a TV program while Beth and Jennifer walked to the neighborhood park filling Beth in on the latest Jennifer life crisis.

After filling Beth in on the details, Jennifer asked the question. "So what do I do Beth? How can he possibly expect me to do something like this?" 

"You can't jump into something for the rest of your life, ask him if he'll do it for a week or two, better yet, give it a month." Beth said.

"A Month? Wait a minute, why would I want to do anything like this for a month?" Jennifer asked.

Beth stopped and looked at her astounded. "Jennifer, you don't get it do you?" 

"Get what? That he wants me to be his little fuck slave?" Jennifer asked with some anger in her voice.

Beth looked at her with a confused expression on her face. "Jen, two weeks ago on the phone with me you said you would do anything to have him. Now you know, you know what anything is, and the question is are you willing to do anything? Especially something you like.

Jennifer said, "I don't like it." She said it too fast, and both women knew it.

"Jen, the only way you can have him is on his terms. Also I remember something you told me about the night with Jeremy. You said he ruined something you really enjoyed, and when I asked what, you said you loved being tied up and helpless. You said it was incredible that you could feel that good being helpless." 

"He ruined it for me, I can't do it again." Jennifer said quietly.

Beth started walking slowly again and said "Jen, that's up to you. It's time to start living again. For six years I've watched you go through the motions, but you haven't been alive inside. You locked yourself away after that night, you date, until they get close, and then you run from them. You ran from Valdosta to Savannah, ran from college, and now your want to run from Bill because he demands you give him everything." 

Jennifer said "Wait a minute, your telling me to do it?"

Beth said "Jennifer, do you really love him?" 

"Yes, I do Beth, you know I do."

"Jen, he told you he loved you, and he wants your entire heart, not just whatever you feel safe giving him. So do you believe he loves you?"

"Yeah, I guess so." 

"Can you walk away, because you know if you say no, you can't stay and just work for him. That's why he gave you the recommendation letters. He knows it too, if you say no, you can't go back. Can you walk away Jen?" Beth asked her.

"I don't know, Beth I just don't know." Jen answered after walking a few paces in thought. "I thought you would tell me to be safe and not to do this. I didn't expect you to tell me to jump into deep end of the pool of insanity." 

"I can tell you that Jen, I thought you wanted my honest opinion for a friend I dearly love, but I can tell you don't do it under any circumstances, stay in your shell and stay safe." Beth answered her.

"No, I really do value your opinion Beth, it's why I came here. You know that." 

"I know, I just wondered if you knew." Beth said with obvious affection.

"So its do this or I have to quit my job, and leave him. Beth, I love him. My heart aches when he goes on book tours or off on one of his weekends." Jennifer said. "I have trouble breathing when he stands next to me." Jennifer felt despair welling inside her. The thought of leaving him, of never seeing him again was causing her unbearable pain.

"Jen, I've been waiting for you since Jeremy raped you, and make no mistake, it was a rape. When you said no, and he didn't stop, that makes it a rape. Before that, you would smile automatically, you would have a gleam in your eye that made me envy you. You used to live life, now you just exist. Maybe this is what is missing, your willingness to trust another man, to be with a man."

"I've been with guys since Jeremy." Jennifer said defensively. 

"Yeah, you have, and then dumped them before they could get close to your heart Jen." 

"It's not that easy Beth. Letting yourself go, being bound is something completely different. Your helpless, and I used to think that was kinky and fun, but now it's scary." 

"Jen, how many fantasies have you had about Bill?" 

Jen stopped and looked at Beth. "Shit, that dream I e-mailed you about. I forgot about that." 

"That's right, which is why I can't understand your reluctance. You did dream all of this didn't you?" Beth asked.

"Well, not all this, but yeah, I had one dream where I was bound by him." Jennifer said trying to minimize it. She had intentionally left out the effects the books had on her, and her intensely erotic dreams that had resulted in a frustrated feeling of arousal.

Beth could see her friend wasn't convinced, but was at a loss what to say now, there was one thing she could say, but that wasn't something she was ready to talk about, and Jennifer obviously wasn't ready to hear. 

Jennifer walked home with Beth and spent the night there with her friend. In the morning, she said her goodbye's and headed home. 

As Jennifer turned at the end of the street, Beth dialed a phone number that reached a house in Valdosta, the house Jennifer had grown up in. Carol answered, as Beth had expected.

*****

Arriving in Statesboro, she decided to see if Bill was home. If he was, perhaps they could talk about this. Perhaps there was an alternative after all. Beth didn't have to be right, perhaps Bill had relented on his requirements of this submission nonsense.

Bill was in his driveway, polishing his Harley. Bill liked to ride on the weekends, or during the week when the weather was nice, and he couldn't clear his mind enough to write. Jen realized he had been out riding, which meant his weekend away had been canceled. 

"Hi Bill, how are you doing?" Jen asked as she got out of her car.

"Not too bad Jen, and how are you doing today?"

"OK, I guess you didn't go out of town this weekend?" 

"No, I decided it wasn't worth it, I wouldn't be able to relax and enjoy myself wondering what you were thinking, and wondering what would happen." Bill set the cloth down he was using to polish the chrome on the bike and looked at Jennifer. "I was too nervous wondering if the woman I love was going to come here willing to love me. Willing to give me everything, with no reservations." 

Jen felt her heart tighten, and she forced a swallow down her suddenly constricted throat. "Yeah, I came here, hoping to see you, hoping to talk to you. How determined are you to do this?"

Bill nodded slightly and said "If you want to go on a couple dates, we can, but I'm sure it would destroy any relationship chances we had. I'm afraid we would both feel unsatisfied with the result." 

"Ok, Beth, my friend, had a suggestion, one which I think is worth discussing. Would you consider trying this for 30 days, and if we like it, move on, and if not, back off?" Jennifer said. 

Bill seemed to consider this for a moment and then nodding slightly "So you want to try the Dom/Sub thing for a month, OK, I can see that, and I'll agree." 

Jennifer was a little surprised. "You will? Beth said you would, but I didn't think so. Can I ask why?"

"Jennifer, right now you are looking at this as a chore, and if I can't change your mind about it, that's all it will be. Even if you said yes unconditionally. If it remained a chore, you would back away from it in far less than a month." 

Jen nodded and said "I was wondering, where do you go when you take off for the weekend?"

Bill rose and said "Let me put the bike away, and we can talk about that." 

Jen followed him carrying the cleaning stuff, and they put the things in the garage. 

Walking into the house Bill surprised her by not going to the office, instead heading for the living room. Bill invited her to sit and Jennifer did so on the couch. Bill then left the room and was gone for five minutes, and then returning placed a disk in the DVD player, and took an arm chair for himself.

"There is a farm, about halfway between Macon and Atlanta, sort of a Ranch really. It is a getaway for people who are involved in the Bondage or BDSM lifestyle. People who can afford the membership, go there to live the fantasy for a couple days." Bill told her.

"What is there? What kind of things go on there?" Jennifer asked.

"There is play time, whips, chains, and public scenes. Guests have a room, like a hotel room for private time. There are bungalow's for small groups, and then there are the races. The annual race between the Circle B, which is name of the farm I told you about, and the Bar D, which is a similar operation in New York, is on Memorial Day." 

"Races? Motorcycles?" Jennifer asked confused.

"Pony Girls, and Boys." Bill said.

Jennifer was confused. "Pony Girls and Boys, what is a pony girl or boy?" 

Bill turned on the TV and then started the DVD player. "This is a Pony race from last year." 

Jennifer watched as women dressed in a sort of leather harness and bits were pulling what appeared to be some sort of two wheeled rickshaw type of cart. They walked past the camera, and Jennifer assumed the crowd, with horse tails dangling between their legs. They wore head harness's and some wore blinders like horses. 

The first race started and the girls raced around the short track once, with a jockey in the cart being pulled. Jennifer sat in shock watching it with her mouth open in disbelief. She closed her mouth and settled back on the couch. The first race ended and the winner was being petted like a horse as she was introduced to the crowd that was apparently behind the camera. There were cheers for all the girls as they were introduced to the crowd and paraded by again.

"Oh my God, that, that can't be happening." Jennifer said.

"It does, this weekend I was going to watch a training race, to see which competitors will get to race on the big day. This year, it's in New York, next year the race will be here in Georgia." Bill said.

"What do you pay the girls to be humiliated like that?" Jennifer asked.

"Nothing, they aren't humiliated, they are proud to be what they are." Bill said.

Jennifer blinked and watched the second race, more girls, same type of outlandish outfits. 

One athletic black woman was featured as the winner, and Jennifer gaped at the harness she was wearing. Her breasts were bared, outlined in hard black leather. The bit was between her teeth, and she stood very tall in knee high boots with a small square heel. She appeared to be very comfortable and looked between the camera and the man petting her. When she looked at the man petting her, Jennifer would have trouble naming the emotion on the woman's face. If anything, it appeared as though the woman loved the man who was petting her.

"That is Slave Monica, and she's the favorite to win the women's race this year." Bill said. "This is her third year racing, last year she lost by a nose. Mistress Elizabeth has switched her to a different tail style, and Monica helped redesign her racing cart which is called a Bike, and thinks that will help her run faster. Her times this year have improved." Bill shrugged "It's hard to tell sometimes."

"Different tail?" Jennifer asked.

"The tails are attached to anal plugs, and there is a minimum required size to compete." Bill said.

Jennifer looked at him and then back at the screen.

The pony boys were next. They wore similar outlandish costumes, but had some sort of ring thing around their cocks. 

"The men are usually put into a chastity device, to minimize the amount of erection they can get. They also get the tails though. It's hard to run with a full erection bouncing along with you." 

Jennifer watched the men race and shook her head. "You couldn't pay me enough to do that." 

Bill shrugged and said "Everybody has to find their own path. There are no rules except those we make for ourselves. They choose to do this, and are free to stop anytime. We cheer them out of pride of their actions. We don't feel that they are doing anything wrong. We enjoy their need to perform, to serve."

"No rules?" Jennifer asked with fear in her voice. "Is that how you convince those people to humiliate themselves, by telling them there are no rules?"

"Jennifer, the second part is just as important, except those we make for ourselves. If we make a rule, it won't be violated. If you don't want to do that, you don't do it. No one in that video was forced, there wasn't any close up's of anyone who didn't agree to it both beforehand, and again after the video was finished and ready to be produced. Each person in that video had to approve of each scene." Bill said with some annoyance. 

"I didn't mean anything by what I said." Jennifer said with concern.

"Jennifer, you asked what I do on the weekends I go away, among other things watch those courageous and talented people race. I hold those athletes in great esteem, and even more respect." Bill said punching the remote button turning the Television off. He rose and ejected the disk, and taking it left the room.

Jennifer sat and considered what she had seen. If this was approved by the participants for some kind of underground video, God alone knows what goes on outside the camera's view. Panic welled up inside Jennifer, and it battled the feelings of love that she had resolved to follow such a short while ago.

The doorbell rang and Bill went to answer it. Jennifer rose and Bill glanced at her and then opened the door. 

"Doug, great I've was hoping to see you, glad you could stop by." Bill said "This is Jennifer." 

Doug turned and shook Jennifer's hand saying "So you're Jennifer? It's a real pleasure to meet you." 

Jennifer whipped her head towards Bill for an explanation and after a moments uncomfortable silence said "Uh, thanks, nice to meet you to Doug." 

Bill said "Jennifer was about to leave. Doug, you know where the office is, please help yourself, the Blue Label is on the shelf." 

Jennifer was being dismissed again, and she didn't like it. She waited until Doug was down the hall and said "Bill, I was hoping we could talk some more." 

Bill shook his head. "No, we have talked enough for today. You haven't decided yet, and you need to. If it makes you feel better, you can't be fired. If you never return here for the next twenty years, never come back to work, your checks will continue every week. Think about this Jennifer, because it's too important to allow your childish outbursts to fuck up."

Jennifer walked out of the house, and heard the door close behind her. She got in her car, and drove home. She wasn't even in the apartment for ten minutes before she was calling Beth and had tears of anger and frustration blurring her eyes.

*****

Beth listened to the next installment and said "Jennifer, when are you going to pull your head out of your ass?"

Jennifer got angry, everyone seemed to be pushing her in a direction she didn't think she wanted to go. "Beth, I'm not like that anymore. You know I'm not. You aren't like that so why are you pushing me to do it?" Then she hung up the phone and ignored it when it rang a minute later. 




The Author Pt. 03



She made a small dinner and was fuming in front of the Television when there was a knock on the door. 

Jennifer glanced at the clock and wondered who would be knocking on the door at 10pm. 

Glancing through the peep hole she saw Beth. She opened the door and gasped as she realized that Beth had someone with her, Jennifer's Mom.

"Mom, Beth, what are you doing here?"

Beth pushed her back and said "First, let me say you don't know what I'm like, or anyone's like. Second, we came to save you from yourself."

Jennifer watched her Mom come into the apartment carrying an overnight bag. 

"We're here for the next couple days, until we think your back to what you were before Jeremy. You see, I'm going to save my Daughter before she makes another mistake." Carol said.

Jennifer looked between Beth and her mom and said in a brittle voice. "I don't need saving." 

Beth was looking at the phone and said "Do you have Bill's number? We need to let him know that you won't be in to work for the next day or two."

Jennifer was off balance, and was trying to get her mind onto the reality that was in her living room. "Mom, tell me again, why are you here?"

"Beth told me how confused you are, and after you hung up on her, I dropped everything, got her, and we came here." 

"Carol, perhaps she should know everything, how we became friends. All the things we haven't told her yet." Beth said.

Jennifer was looking between them confused. "What things, friends, how long, what is going on?"

"We both like bondage, and we found out via a book swap site on the web, I requested an erotic book that Beth had, and she called me when she saw the address and name. I didn't know it was her, all I saw was a user name." Carol said.

Beth picked up the thread "We talked, and found we had some things in common, for example, we both enjoy being tied up and sexed. We both enjoy reading Bondage fiction, especially good bondage fiction. You didn't tell me the name that Bill writes the Bondage stuff, but I think I have an idea."

Carol continued "So after you hung up Beth called and filled me in, I decided it was time to come out of the closet so to speak, and talk to you and see if we could rescue you from your self imposed exile." 

Jennifer sat down heavily on the couch and said "I need a drink." 

Beth turned towards the kitchen and said "God yes, do you have any Gin?"

"No, I have some Rum, and some coke, but that's it." Jennifer said.

Beth said "Shit, it's Sunday, and I can't go buy any Gin either. It'll have to do I guess." She found the bottle of rum and taking three glasses to the living room put them on the coffee table with two cans of cola, and sat on a chair beside the couch.

Jennifer took her glass and while Carol and Beth clinked cheers, she took a good healthy swallow of the liquor. 

"Let me get this straight, my best friend, and my own mother, both enjoy bondage. Now that alone is enough to send me into therapy, but now they are here to convince me that I like it too?" Jennifer said.

Her mother turned towards her and said "Jennifer, it's your fault I like it." 

Jennifer turned a gaping face towards her. "My fault Mom?"

"Yes, you see after your night with Jeremy, and I agree with Beth, it was Rape, I started to read about it to learn about my Daughter. First I read about the psychological information, about how it's really not a condition or something that needs to be cured. Then I started reading the books describing the lifestyle. The stories I read made me hot. I finally worked up enough courage to talk to your Father, and we started to do it occasionally." Carol said.

Jennifer emptied her glass and poured more rum and Coke, into it. "I am going to need an army of therapists, my mother is sitting here telling me about her sex life with my father."

Beth laughed and said "My story is similar, I had always thought it was kind of kinky, so I read a couple books I got online, and well, we tried it one night. Now, once a month or so, we send the kids over to a friends and I play slave girl to him."

Jennifer slid off the couch and began to slowly and repeatedly bang her forehead onto the coffee table. "Am I the only normal person here?"

Carol slid off the couch and sat next to Jennifer. She put her arms around her daughter, and hugged her saying "You had a bad time with Jeremy, and it wasn't your fault, it was his. He betrayed your trust, and then he raped you to add injury to insult." Beth reached out and placed a supportive hand on Jennifer's shoulder, Carol continued saying "Since that day, you haven't been the Daughter I had always known. I have watched you dabble in things here and there. You haven't stuck with anything, you just float through life. You went from the top of your class with the whole world at your feet to someone who hides in a tiny apartment and runs anytime things start going well."

Jennifer felt tears in her eyes and in a small brittle voice said "Mom I can't. I can't go back and do this." 

Beth said "You can, and you have to. Jennifer, this could be your last chance. I'm afraid if you don't come out of your self imposed exile this time, you never will."

Jennifer looked up at Beth and for the first time, Beth saw the face of someone who had been to Hell. Jennifer shattered then, weeping openly as she began to purge the rape from her mind. She began to release the pain, humiliation, and betrayal from her heart, where it had been caged festering for long enough. 

They stayed up most of the night talking and crying. At about dawn, everyone slept strewn about the apartment. Jennifer on the floor, her mother on the couch, and Beth in Jennifer's room. At noon, Jennifer woke Beth when going to the bathroom, which was off the bedroom. To her surprise everyone was up a few minutes later, and the healing began.

Suddenly without warning, Jennifer would start to cry. Beth and Carol would come to her helping her face the horror of the memory, dragging the demon out into the light, and taking it's power away.

Carol and Beth stayed and talked everything through with Jennifer. Jennifer visited websites as directed by Beth, or her Mother, and was astounded by the information she found. They took turns reading the books provided by Bill, and would read "good parts" aloud to one another. 

By Tuesday morning, the healing had truly begun, and by Thursday morning, Beth said the work was done. Jennifer could imagine being submissive, and her smile was back. She hadn't spent the last few years going through life with a frown, more like a neutral expression, a flickering smile was all anyone saw. 

"Jennifer, you are all better now, we've all done what we could. Bill is waiting for you, and now you're ready to go to him." Beth said. 

Carol said "I agree, my daughter is back, and it's about time."

Jennifer smiled at her friend, and her Mother and said, "Thanks guys, I really appreciate it. Is there anything I can do for either of you?"

Beth looked at Carol and smiled wickedly. "Do you think you could get us some autographed copies of his books?"

Jennifer nodded and said "I'll guarantee that one, no problem. Five autographed mysteries coming right up." 

Her mother shook her head and said "The other books Jen. I've read two of them this week, and they are something." 

Jennifer rolled her eyes and said "Mom, that one might be harder, but let's see what we can do." Jennifer remembered seeing a few copies of Bill's books downstairs in a box when she had grabbed the five to follow him upstairs. "Will you come with me to meet Bill?"

Beth and Carol exchanged glances and nodded.

They decided it made sense to take two cars, so that Carol and Beth could leave from Bill's and head home. Jennifer parked where she always did. She walked to the house, and found the door unlocked, and waved the others in. She called out to Bill saying "Bill, I have some visitors I'd like you to meet if it's OK." 

Bill stepped out of the office and walked to the front door saying "Certainly Jennifer, and who are these lovely ladies?"

Jennifer did the introductions and said "They would like some autographed books, and they have been here working to rid me of my commitment issues." 

Bill was suddenly on guard and said "Really, and how did it go?"

Jennifer said "Very well, I believe we can begin later today sir."

Bill looked at her, and saw the sparkle in her eye, saw the genuine smile on her face and smiled himself. 

"I look forward to it, would you do me the honor of getting two complete sets of the books, and bring them to the office and I'll be happy to sign them." 

Jennifer nodded and said "Yes sir. Beth, Mom, please go with Bill and I'll join you in the office in a few minutes." 

Bill took the ladies to his office, and showed them the desk that Jennifer worked at. "This room used to be a family type room, but I converted it to a large office. I use the dry erase boards along that wall to lay out the stories, as you can see I'm working on a mystery now, and just about have the story charted. The bulk of the book is already written, and now I'm working on inserting the clues. That is the hard part, figuring out how to solve the crime you have created. The chain of clues if you will." 

"Bill, Jennifer let us read some of the other books you have written. I've read two of them by the way, and I thought they were great." Beth said.

Bill looked at Beth and said "Thank you, it's always nice to have your work appreciated and complimented." 

Jennifer came in the office then with two boxes, and Bill's eyebrows went up. There was certainly more than the five books he had on the shelf behind him. 

"Great Jennifer thanks." Bill said. Taking the boxes and stepping to his desk, a glance showed that there were two complete sets of all his books. "While you are certainly welcome to the books ladies, I'll admit that I've never signed the erotic works before. Would you prefer that I sign them Sierra or my own name?"

Beth and Carol looked at each other and shrugged. Beth said, "I think we'll leave that up to you, I understand the desire to keep things in the closet, or dungeon if you like." 

Bill glanced at everyone and said to Jennifer "It looks like you have an interesting story to tell me later Jen." Then he began personalizing and signing, and in a few minutes was done with both boxes of books. 

They chatted over iced teas about all the small talk subjects, and then Beth and Carol headed for home.

Closing the door after watching them drive away, Jennifer turned to start the next phase of her life. While her eighteenth birthday betrayal and rape could never be purged from her psyche, it was finally accepted. Her friends, and Jennifer thought of her Mother as a friend after this week, had helped her face that night. After failing to successfully pretend it never happened, that it happened but was no big deal, but that only made it leap to her mind more often and with greater force, controlling her. Jennifer was finally ready to live again.



The Author Pt. 04



 Part 4: Introduction to Submission

This is a work of fiction, none of the characters are intended to bear any resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any similarity is purely unintentional. 

Bill and Jennifer returned to the office and Bill turned and faced Jennifer. "How are you doing Jen?"

Jennifer looked at him for a moment, and then slowly dropped to her knees before him. She then lowered her forehead to his shoe placing her head on his shoe. There was a moment of silence before Jennifer spoke. "Command me Master."

With a crotch that tightened noticeably Bill said, "I see you really are ready now. Are you ready to discuss limits and choose your safe word?" 

"Sir, I'm going to assume that you have a safe word, and as for limits, I don't know enough yet to set limits." Jennifer said.

"Rise Jennifer." Bill said.

Jennifer touched her lips to his shoe and then rose to her feet. Bill looked into her eyes and saw them sparkle with joy. 

Bill smiled at her and hugged her close. "Where did you learn that?" 

"Your books, one scene described that position, and I figured I could pull it off. I couldn't very well practice with my best friend and Mother watching." Jennifer said with a small smile on her face. "So what do I call you? Master, Sir, Bill, or what?"

Bill looked into her eyes and said, "In public, you can refer to me as William, that will be your term of honor to me. For now, Sir is appropriate, as we haven't had a collar ceremony. In the circle I run in, the partners are called Dom's and Subs if they are not collared. If they are collared, then it's Master and Slave. Do you understand?"

"Not really, what is a collaring ceremony, I don't remember that from the books." Jennifer asked.

"It's a sort of domination ceremony. It's hard to explain, what it means is you are taking me as your Master, forsaking all others before me. You are swearing your mind, body, soul to me as my property. It means I am taking you as my slave, placing you first in my life, first in my heart." Bill said. 

"Yes sir." Jennifer said.

Bill walked behind her and said into her ear. "I look forward to hearing about your week; this is an amazing change in you Jennifer." 

"Sir, my mother and friend helped me purge the last of my reluctance, and helped me realize what matters and who I love. More importantly, they helped me understand that my life has been empty, because I walked away from my submissive side. I spent years pretending that I was something I wasn't, and was miserable because of it. Beth said I built a cage of low expectations, and refused to let myself out." 

Bill stood before her and said, "They brought me the woman I knew existed inside you. The woman I have loved since she showed up looking for a job. I owe them more than a few books." He drew in a deep breath and leaned forward kissing Jennifer gently on the lips and backing away said, "Go downstairs and wait for me."

Jennifer left the room and Bill stood for a moment and went to lock the front door. He forced himself to be calm. He took a deep breath and started down to the basement. He arrived at the bottom of the stairs and found Jennifer kneeling at the foot of the stairs. Waiting for him. He felt his erection grow even more, and fought down the nearly overwhelming urge to take her right then, bent over, laid out, in whatever position she happened to fall in. Bill swallowed once hard, struggling to be calm. 

"Rise Jennifer, come with me." Bill walked to the table and stopped. Jennifer stood beside him. 

"All the connections in this room have been changed out. Each one has a quick release attached now." He showed the binding to Jennifer. "When you are in one of them, all you have to do to escape the binding is tug the small cord here and the binding breaks loose from the chains." He tugged the rope and a lever moved, and the binding came loose from the chain. 

Jennifer smiled at him; he understood her fears, and her previous experience. "Thank you sir, you changed these after we talked?" 

"Yeah, I've always thought of it, designed a couple, felt it was part of the safety that should be standard." 

Bill next took her to a modified St. Andrew's cross made from heavy chain. It had four chains coming diagonally from the ceiling and floor, however the ended and formed a large box that the victim would be outlined by. This improvement allowed a Dom to work not only the front of the victim, but the back of the bound as well.

Bill kissed Jennifer again, this time more passionately. Then he stepped back and said "Take off your cloths." 

Jennifer hesitated, took a deep cleansing breath, and started to remove her shirt. Bill stood back and watched. Jennifer felt very self conscious as she set her shirt aside. She released her breasts from their confinement next. Her breathing was shallow and her sex was getting hot and wet. Licking her lips she removed her shoes and pants. She stood before him in only panties, hesitating. 

Bill came to her and hugging her, kissing her whispered "Very good Jennifer, that wasn't easy, and I'm proud of you. Good girl." 

Jennifer kissed him back, and felt her nipples tighten. Bill lowered his head, kissing his way down to her chest, reaching and holding her hips. Taking her underwear in his hands, he slid them down her hips, across her ass, and then sliding them down her legs. The fragrance of her aroused pussy filled the room, the heady scent of desire. 

Bill then placed Jennifer's wrists and ankles into the bindings and then she was spread eagle before him. "My God, you are beautiful Jennifer." 

Jennifer smiled and looked down sheepishly.

Bill ran his hands over her neck, down to her Grapefruit sized breasts. Hefting the beautiful breasts into his hands, he felt the weight, and ran his thumbs over the pink nipples; they hardened into their fully erect state at his touch. Bill looked into her eyes, and saw them sparkling with love, her lips were parted and she was panting slightly as he rubbed her nipples. Bill leaned in and kissed her gently, brushing her lips with his own. Jennifer responded by forcing her head forward, pushing harder onto his lips, her tongue flicking out to seek his. 

Bill pulled back gently, and kissed her neck licking her softly. The chains rattled as Jennifer tried to move her hands to him, to draw him into her. 

Bill ran his hands down her stomach, caressing her, stopping just short of her downy pubic hair, just brushing the edge of her pubic hair. He reached for a large peacock feather on the wall, and began to stroke Jennifer up and down. Behind the knees, along the outside of her thighs, under her breasts. He rubbed her ass with the edge of the feather, giving her goose bumps along her arms and legs. 

On the next pass, walking around her he picked up a suede flogger. Its supple softness would entice Jennifer. "Jennifer, this won't hurt, but I want you to practice breathing deeply." Jennifer nodded in response, the release cord intertwined with her fingers. 

Bill began lightly flicking Jennifer up and down her body. Across her breasts, down her abdomen, down her thighs, up her calves and the backs of her thighs. He began to flog her back and buttocks a little harder, telling her to breathe steadily. "Jennifer, keep breathing deeply, it will release the endorphins, and you'll enter sub space." 

Jennifer nodded and kept breathing, but her vision was blurring and her eyes seemed to glaze over. Bill took some clips from the shelf and stepping to her thumbed her nipples, perking them up. Placing one on the first nipple, Jennifer let out a gasp of pain as the tiny clip pinched her savagely. Placing the second one on her other nipple, Jennifer held her breath for a second. 

"Jennifer breath deeply, relax yourself into the pain." Bill told her gently.

Jennifer complied slowly, at first breathing shallowly and then breathing more deeply. Her eyes glazed over again and she felt a sense of peace and well being wash over her.

"Oh God." Jennifer breathed slowly. She had entered a mental state she hadn't experienced before. Her pain was still there, but it didn't hurt, it was a sensation, incredibly intense, but not detrimental. It was erotic, arousing, and incredibly powerful. She felt like she was flying.

Bill nodded and went back to flogging her softly. He placed a hand over her mound and found it warm and enlarged. It was ready for action, her arousal was growing. Her pussy was hot, swollen, and so wet already. Bill began to gently massage Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer moaned slightly and pushed her pelvis out towards his hand. Bill flogged her a little harder as he slid one finger into her canal. Jennifer moaned and her pussy muscles clamped down on his finger, trying to draw him into it. Jennifer was ready he found, ready for her first orgasm drawn out by a BDSM Dom. 

He began to flick her harder and rub her slit, and as his finger stroked her clit, Jennifer cried out in pleasure. Bill flogged her ass harder drawing a pink color to it and he rubbed her clit rapidly and saw Jennifer tug on her bindings and saw her body tense. She was so close right now; time to push her over the edge. 

Bill took her nipple clamps in one hand and released her left breast from the torture. He rubbed her clit harder and faster as the blood rushed back into the nipple. Jennifer cried out in pain and in pleasure as the second clamp was released. Her climax overwhelmed her at that moment. Jennifer began making unintelligible sounds as she pulled on the chains and more fluids rushed out of her covering Bill's hand. 

Bill continued flicking her clit, pushing it higher, pushing her higher over the edge. 

As she finally relaxed, she hung limply from the chains, her legs unable to support her weight. Her limbs were shaking from exhaustion; a small amount of drool dropped from her lower lip. Jennifer breathed raggedly as Bill released her ankles, and then her wrists. He supported her weight and carried her to the couch along one wall. He placed her on the couch, and then snuggled up with her and covered her with a blanket. Jennifer became aware of him and slowly moved her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"My God, that was, incredible." Jennifer managed.

"The least I could do for my Sub." Bill answered. "Besides, now you know the power of Bondage, and of sub space. You now understand the rewards of submission."

Jennifer looked at him and then leaned in and kissed him passionately. Her hand moved down to his crotch finding his erect cock trapped by his pants. She fumbled with his belt, finally opening it and then opened his pants. Jennifer found a pair of boxers between her and her goal. She moved his cock out through the opening, and began to stroke it. Jennifer realized she felt empty inside, an emptiness that could be described as hunger. Hunger by her pussy for his cock. An emptiness she had not experienced since Jeremy raped her. An emptiness that she had missed so much. She needed sex, with a man, with Bill. 

"Bill, I want you now, I want you." Jennifer said.

Bill raised his hips and lowered his pants. As his cock cleared the boxers, it sprang up and smacked his own belly. Jennifer had a hand on it again instantly and then lowered her head to his erection. She took him into her mouth, and began to kiss and lick him. She bobbed on his cock her lips the only thing making contact. Bill pulled her head up and she saw his own eyes sparkled with passion, and his expression was one of love. 

She followed his lead, and lay back on the couch, and Bill mounted her, placing the head at her opening and then barely penetrating her. Jennifer bit her lip and moaned slightly. Bill slowly slid his length into her, and Jennifer wondered if she could manage all of him. It filled her, and kept filling and then stretching her. Suddenly Jennifer felt complete, filled and complete. Her hunger sated for the moment, as Bill began to gently withdraw, and then push back into her. 

Jennifer reached up and grabbed Bill putting her arms around him, and pulling him into her. Her nails dug into him desperate for the affection she had denied herself for all these years. Desperate for the sex she had not enjoyed since her horrible night. Jennifer didn't think about that night, didn't try not to think of it. She couldn't think, she was a huge emotion, a singular purpose and a need to couple. She had no negative thoughts or emotions, she was simply there. It was if nothing existed except her own desire, her desire had an object, and it was Bill. 

Bill lowered his head to her nipple, and taking one in his mouth. He sucked on it and licked the breast while he made sure to maintain penetration. Jennifer had thrown her head back and had her hands gripping his head. His actions on her nipples seemed to go straight to her pussy, seemed to make her more aroused, hotter, and brought her closer to another climax. Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, her desperation, and her need apparent on her face, and in her actions.

Surprise struck then, and almost hurt her pulling out. Jennifer felt a sudden sense of loss, of emptiness, and she cried out. Gripping him tightly she held on and tried to adjust to her sudden emptiness, her overwhelming sense of loss. 

Bill picked climbed off her, and picked her up. Jennifer held on as Bill carried her to the leather-covered table. Jennifer looked up at him with tears in her eyes trying to understand what was going on within her. Bill laid her down on the table and positioned himself between her legs. 

Spreading for him, she reached to draw him back into her. 

Bill positioned himself, and entered her in one full thrust. Jennifer felt her breath driven out of her as he pushed up and into her. From this angle, he could achieve maximum penetration, and he did indeed achieve. In addition, this angle provided additional stimulation to Jennifer's clit, and she couldn't take much more stimulation.

Jennifer reached for him, and Bill leaned into her. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out her mixed with the grunts, groans, and moans of the participants. There was no discussion, no urging or comments. There was only primal animal sex. Jennifer cried out when another climax broke over her, and then gripped the edge of the table over her head as Bill continued to thrust into her madly. Sweat poured from his body, his hands pawed at her breasts, tugging, pinching, and gripping them. Bill growled down low in his throat as his own orgasm peaked, and he gripped Jennifer's hips and drove himself into her with one final thrust. 

Jennifer felt him swell within her and she cried out as she could feel his hot semen splash against her cervix. Bill held her tight as he kept trying to get a little deeper into her. Jennifer smiled as she felt complete for the first time in so very long. Orgasms and fulfillment. Two things that were such an important part of her life, denied or minimized until they were mere shadows of themselves. 

Bill relaxed finally and looked down at Jennifer, and then leaned down to kiss and hug her. "So was this better than dinner and a movie?"

Jennifer smiled and said, "I think so, but I guess it would depend on the movie." 

They held the embrace for a while and then got dressed. They went upstairs and ate a light lunch, and Bill returned to his work on the storyboard. Trying to chart where his current mystery was going. 

"I didn't see a board for the other books, where do you chart those?" Jennifer asked.

"I don't chart them, I just relax and let them flow. It doesn't really matter if something is out of sequence, or an item needs to be inserted. I can do that, readers of erotica don't much mind if the story isn't perfect, readers of Mysteries demand perfection." Bill answered her.

"I have a question, about the DVD you showed me, the races. Will you take me to one, so I can see it?" Jennifer asked.

Bill stopped looking at the board and turned to her his face registering his own questions. "You want to go to the farm now?" 

"Yeah, are they open this weekend? Could we go?" Jennifer asked.

Bill considered. "This weekend, they will only be doing light training, no racing. The big race next weekend is in New York, and I wasn't planning on going. You aren't ready for that crowd yet. Only advanced practitioners will be present there. In another year, the race will be here, perhaps then." 

"How much knowledge of this would I need?" Jennifer asked him self consciously.

"Jennifer, basic positions at the minimum. Understanding of how to greet your own Dom, and how to greet a visiting Dom. How to behave in public, for example, you would be expected to kneel beside me when I was seated. Walk on my right side, and wear a collar and leash to indicate you are a kept slave, and not available for public scenes, or private sessions." 

Jennifer looked pale, and said "All that goes on there?"

"That and more." 

Jennifer swallowed once hard and said "What would I wear, or be expected to wear?"

Bill considered "Costume would be flexible, Leather is common, silks and satins are less common but not remarkably so. However it's posture and behavior more than costume, I could find you something to wear, but it's behavior. For example, if I said Collar Position, you would need to know what to do."

Jennifer tried to remember where she had heard that. "It was in one of your books wasn't it? The collar position?" She got off the chair and knelt before him and raised her hair off her neck. "Like this?"

Bill walked to her and began to adjust her position. "Pride Jennifer, Posture for a slave means she is proud to be a slave, proud to serve her Dom."

Jennifer accepted the instruction and said "My greeting was OK wasn't it?" 

Bill looked at her and said "It was pretty good for a novice. If we work the rest of the afternoon, I can probably teach you enough to get by, we can find you outfits in Atlanta. This weekend will be light, less structure, less of the expected submissive public stuff. More like a fun little gathering of friends. You would still need to be deferential to the Dom's, but not as blatantly as you would on a race weekend with more people around.

Jennifer smiled at him and said "I'll work hard Sir, and will try not to embarrass you."

Bill sighed and said "It's not me who would be embarrassed, it's you."

Jennifer raised an eyebrow at that. The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to get Jennifer to kneel properly, and assume the proper positions and move with grace from one to another. After dinner, they took a break and Bill told her about the compound.

"Cell phones are checked at the gate, no cameras, the video I showed you was an exception and one which was announced months ahead of time. Privacy and trust are paramount." Bill told her. 

"Among the members of this group are a member of Congress, a Former Governor, Television personalities, and the rich and powerful from the west coast. Hollywood types are even members here. Don't stare at them, as a Slave, you aren't supposed to look directly at anyone unless invited to do so during the strict weekends. Even during the light weekends, you shouldn't stare, although you can look at others more freely." Bill told her.

Jennifer tried to absorb this. This world of Bondage was so much larger than she had thought. "Cell phones checked at the gate, so that's why you only allowed text messages?" 

"Yes, the security people tell the concierge and he passes the message to the member. Cell phones are tagged with the members name, or pseudonym in the case of the known people." 

"I'm surprised that this place hasn't been featured on the news, a 20/20 expose kind of thing." Jennifer said.

"Not all that surprising considering that the Producer of that show is a member in good standing, as is the owner of the broadcasting company." 




The Author Pt. 04



Jennifer looked at him wondering if he was joking. Probably not she decided. "Anything else I need to do to keep from embarrassing myself?" Jennifer asked.

"We need to trim your pubic hair, and shave you but that can wait until morning. I'm considering trimming you to a nice sweet little heart." Bill said.

Jennifer raised an eyebrow again. "It's traditional to have a slave trimmed?"

"You'll see. Also I think you'll enjoy being shaved. It makes the region more sensitive, and activity becomes more erotic." Bill assured her and put his arm around her pulling her close. "My Love, you will see a world you won't believe, and this is a mild weekend, most people are planning on going to New York next week, to enjoy the spectacle of the race." 

Jennifer tried to imagine what it would be like. "So, I am supposed to be submissive while we are there, not just like I am now, willing to do what you ask, but blatantly submissive?"

"Yes, after Friday night, things relax some, but on Friday night the expectation is a bit higher. It's a stricter environment. The public scenes are normally interesting. On Saturday, during the races or in this case practices, the scene is more relaxed, and Subs often sit with their Dom's, and enjoy the more relaxed environment, and the entertainment of the shows." Bill told her.

"If it's more relaxed on Saturday, why not have a less strict Friday?" Jennifer asked.

Bill said "Simply put, because we tend to use the stricter environment to orient ourselves to the scene. Most of us have worked all week, and need the structure to put us in the frame of mind to enjoy the scenes and the weekend. What that means is we've spent the week being deferential, and equal. Asserting ourselves if we are subs. The stricter Friday scene is used to help us get back to what we do best. Some people skip Friday Night, but I've always felt it set the tone for the weekend, and when I've skipped it in the past, I haven't enjoyed the weekend as much."

They talked about what to expect, the Ranch House, the bungalow's, and the grounds. Jennifer was trying to paint the picture in her mind. It was almost too much to believe.

After talking for another hour or so, they went upstairs to his bedroom, and Bill started to give instructions. "Ready position my slave." 

Jennifer complied, kneeling as they had worked on earlier. She didn't look up at him but instead kept her eyes down, submissive. She knew this was a test, and if she wanted to go with him to the ranch, she had to pass the test. 

"Greet your Dom." Bill commanded next. 

Jennifer bowed deeply, and placing her hands on the ground touched his shoe with her forehead, and then her lips in turn. She returned to keeping her forehead on his shoe, awaiting her next instruction. 

"Am I doing it right?" Jennifer asked.

"Until you spoke. Jennifer, the best way to enjoy this is to clear your mind, don't worry, don't think, just go with it. Let your Dom do the thinking, and let your Dom do the worrying." Bill told her.

"Yes sir." Jennifer said. 

"Ready Position." Bill watched Jennifer move to the proper position. She knelt with her knees about a foot apart, her hands on her knees, fingers joined and extended. Her back was straight, and her ass touched the heels of her running shoes. 

"Greet another master." Bill said next. Jennifer rose and performed a similar movement to greeting her own Master, the only difference was she didn't touch the shoe. She placed her forehead on the backs of her hands with her hands on the ground before the shoe and waited. 

"Return." Bill said and Jennifer returned to the ready position.

"Not bad." Bill allowed. "Collar Position." Bill commanded next.

Jennifer rose until her thighs were straight up and down, kneeling at attention Bill had called it. She placed her hands under her hair behind her neck, and raised her hair out of the way allowing access to her neck. Keeping her head and eyes focused on the ground before her. She tried to ignore the rising heat from within, which seemed to radiate outwards from her belly.

"Good girl, really very good for your first day." Bill said. "Rise Jennifer." 

Jennifer stood and waited, as Bill moved around her and began to undress her. Soon she was nude and Bill led her to his bed. He laid her down, and then kissed her, running his hands over her and caressing her. He lowered his head to her nipples, and caressed the sensitive area beneath her breasts. Jennifer moaned as the passion built and her heat increased. Jennifer felt him kiss his way down her body, and then felt him part her labia with his tongue. She moaned again and gripped his hair, holding him there, right where he was. Bill backed his mouth away slightly and said "Hand's behind your head Jennifer."

Jennifer complied, and soon had to intertwine her fingers to make sure she didn't move. As her passion built even more she relaxed and without thinking, put her hands down onto his head again. Bill kissed his way back up her now overheated body.

"I can see we're going to have to restrain you Jennifer." Bill said. 

Jennifer smiled and watched while Bill got straps and nylon bindings from under the bed. Apparently they were already secured to the bed posts, and Jennifer soon found herself with her wrists bound to her ankles, and her legs splayed lewdly apart. Bill added bindings that ran from her elbows to her knees, and then secured her knees further by drawing them to the point of pain apart with straps secured to the bed. 

Jennifer wiggled and held the strings that would release all the bindings in the event of an emergency with a simple tug. Bill went back to licking her, and bringing her quickly to the edge of an orgasm, backed away again and licked her outer labia, probing her canal with his tongue. Jennifer whimpered and felt the orgasm fade slightly, but Bill wasn't done, he kept her on the edge of passion for what seemed like forever. 

He brought her close, and then eased away, bringing her arousal higher, and then backing away, and then arousing her even more. Jennifer was now desperate; she needed this orgasm, was consumed by it, and was ready to beg for it. She felt the emptiness she had endured earlier. She needed her orgasm, and needed his cock.

"Please Bill." Jennifer said in a husky voice.

Bill smiled as he continued to tease her, bringing her up a little more into agonizing desperation. He had removed his own clothing, and his erection waited for it's turn for action. 

Bill kissed his way up her body again, licking along her thighs to her knees which seemed to frame her breasts. He positioned his cock at her entrance, and gently started to enter her. Jennifer came as he entered her, her body shook from the climax, and it just kept on shaking as the climax wouldn't end. As he slid his length into her, she just kept coming. He finally reached her limit, and her orgasm began to wane. 

Jennifer couldn't see, her eyes weren't focused on anything, and she existed in a sort of dream state, twitching slightly but otherwise limp as a wet noodle she laid there. Then Bill began to pump in and out of her slowly, and she came around and looked up at him. He was smiling at her, and Jennifer pulled on her bindings, she was trapped, his to use as he saw fit. She reveled in it, felt safe in it, especially with the quick releases which would free her in an instant. She felt another orgasm building, and hoped that there was an end to them somewhere. Right now, she felt like she was going insane from the pleasure, and didn't think she could take much more. 

Bill reached his head down, again taking her left nipple into his mouth, and then he bit down, not hard, but hard enough to cause her some pain. Jennifer cried out, breathed deeply, and then her eyes started to glaze over slightly, she was in a state of intense pleasure, not sub space, but intense erotic desire. Jennifer cried out again and her pelvis bucked up at him, her muscles contracted and sweat glistened between her breasts. 

Jennifer felt the pain in her nipple, and waves of pleasure washing over her. She could feel the pain head down past her waist and then it became pleasure too. Her climax surprised her; it was quick, and incredibly intense. Her whole body strained against itself, and the bindings. This was it, her head was going to explode, her heart was going to give out, she was getting fucked to death. Her pussy muscles clamped down on Bill, and he kept pumping in and out of her in a constantly changing rhythm. He rolled his hips and pushed her in areas that she suddenly realized were wanting attention, he wiggled and pushed her in different areas. Her head lolled back, her muscles were aching from tugging at bindings and the orgasms, she couldn't possibly endure another one. 

Bill saw her exhaustion, and smiled wickedly, as he neared his own climax, he reached down and began to flick her clit with his thumb. His cock continued to piston in and almost all the way out. Jennifer opened her eyes wide and shook her head no. 

Bill smiled wickedly and said "Come for me Jennifer, come for me now." Bill began pumping faster and flicking her clit faster. Jennifer's eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned, Bill trapped her clit under his thumb, and then rubbing it quickly, he saw her tense, and felt her Climax overcome her again. This time she didn't whimper or make a small cry, she screamed her passion out to the world.

As it subsided she had tears in her eyes, and Bill planted his hands alongside her, and began to pick up his own pace, he moved faster, and then faster still, his balls tightened up and he thrust deeply into her one more time, his cock swelling and he ejaculated deeply into her. Jennifer pushed her pelvis up to him, and stared at his face.

Her whole body felt like it was coming apart at the seams, she had never had so many orgasms so quickly before in her life, and they were starting to become painful. Bill finished driving his climax into her, and she felt him start to relax. He lay down on her and began kissing her and holding her close while his erection shrunk within her. 

Bill kissed her and released the chains binding her, but left the leather cuffs on her. He rolled off of her and licked her breasts and her neck gently. They cuddled for a while, falling blissfully asleep, completely sated. Jennifer sunk into the euphoria, and fell asleep, satisfied, and feeling complete for the first time in a very long while. 

Jennifer dreamed of Bill, of them, together, and she dreamed of his dominating her. These were not nightmares, but dreams which put a smile on her face.

In the morning, the alarm woke them and Jennifer tried to move. Her muscles were stiff, sore, and her pussy ached. It had been used, roughly, and she knew that it would be a little while before it was accustomed to the level of activity she began to suspect would be the norm. 

Bill rose and used the bathroom, and told Jennifer to do the same. "Don't start the shower yet, we have a couple things to do first." Bill told her. 

Jennifer stopped and looked at him and tried to remember, her mind was usually fuzzy in the morning, and this morning, she was in fog that was impenetrable. "What things?"

"I need to trim you down babe." Bill told her. 

Jennifer opened her eyes wide and then looked down at her dark curls nestled between her legs. "Oh Shit, I forgot." Jennifer said.

She answered the call of nature and then opened the door, longing for a shower, a bath to make her feel a bit less stiff and sore. Her muscles were not used to dragging on chains all night, and she felt like she had been rode hard and put up wet. Well, she smiled, she had been rode hard, and put up wet.

Bill arrived and said "We'll get you the right stuff later, for now this should do." 

Bill began filling the tub with water, checking to make sure it was the right temperature, and then he said "Hop in Jen, and relax, it won't be bad I promise." He kissed her and she felt a tingle run down her body from his lips. 

"Ok, I do trust you." 

Bill helped wash her in the tub, and she flushed out the results of last night's passion. It was strangely erotic, and somehow more than that, it was intimate without being sexual. Bill washed her carefully, taking care to soap her gently and then rinse her down. He washed her hair, and used the attached hose and nozzle ho to rinse it clean. Then he conditioned her hair and rinsed her again. 

"Ok Sexy woman, time to shave you down." Bill told her. He started the water to draining from the tub and left the shower running. He took shaving gel and rubbed it into her left leg, starting low and gently scraping away the faintest hint of stubble. 

He was gentle, and careful, and Jennifer wondered how many women he had done this to. "Your not bad at this, you've done it before." She said trying to hint to him that she wanted information.

"Yes, I was taught how and have enjoyed this task a few times." Bill said gently shaving her thigh. 

Jennifer felt warmth spread through her as she felt him shave her higher and higher, she licked her lips and watched him work. He started on her right leg after making sure the left was done, all except what she was nervous about.

Bill again moved gently, massaging her leg as he shaved it, making sure not to scrape or otherwise cut her. He was using a light gentle stroke that was just about perfect. He quickly and efficiently shaved her legs and then he shaved her armpits to make sure she was perfect there too. "You're too beautiful to be looking European my love." Then he had her sit on the edge of the tub, and lean back. He had her spread her legs wide, and then began to massage the area to be shaved. 

"I'm going to trim it first, and then shave it, to make it perfectly painless. I've decided to leave you some, a small heart right here." He tapped his finger above her labia. "If anyone sees it, they will know you are loved." 

Jennifer couldn't trust her voice, her aches and sore muscles were a thing of memory, and she felt her desire increasing as she sat spread before him. 

Bill used small scissors to trim the hair away, and then used electric trimmers to shape the heart he wanted her to have. She tried to ignore the buzzing and vibrating that sent little electric shocks of pleasure through her. She was almost successful. Bill began to lather the area up using the same shaving gel, and then gently like a feather touching her, he began to shave her. He focused his entire attention on this task, making sure to do it well.

He carefully shaped the heart that would be left, and then moved the folds of her labia to scrape them clean. Jennifer bit her lip to keep from moaning or sighing or whatever noises were trying to get out. He was so gentle, so careful, that it was hard to remember that this was the guy who had whipped her into a sexual frenzy last night. 

Bill finished both labia, rubbing his fingers over it, making sure to get all the hair, and not to leave one stray around. He nodded and said, "One quick rinse and your all done babe." Bill took the shower hose and rinsed her off, going over her legs and pussy a couple times. "There, how does that feel babe?"

Jennifer rubbed her hands down and was surprised at how sensitive her labia were. They felt everything now; the slightest breeze would be felt. "It's really sensitive, not painful but sensitive." 

"I know, that's what the goal was, to make you as sweet and sensitive as we could. To increase your stimulation in the future." 

Jennifer's eyes popped open wide. "Oh shit, it's going to be driving me insane isn't it?"

"No, not unless we add a couple rings to it, you'll get used to it in a couple days, but you won't ever want to go back to the full fur again." Bill said with a wicked smile. Bill lowered his head as if examining his work, and then surprised her by giving her a full lick up between her labia, and then flicking across her clit hood. 

"Oh." Jennifer said in a surprised voice, and then a small shudder ran down her. "Don't, not when we're about to travel god only knows where. Oh shit, I don't have any clothing here, we'll have to go by my apartment so I can pack." 

"No worries, all you'll need is clothing for today. We'll drive to Atlanta and I'll pick up some outfits for you to wear this weekend. Then next week we can discuss living arrangements." Bill told her stepping into the shower to see to his own needs. He washed himself in minutes while Jennifer looked into the mirror and saw her little dark haired heart sitting perfectly centered above her slit. It was nice, in an erotic kinky kind of way. Jen considered, and then decided she didn't want to put dirty underwear on, so she put her pants on "commando" and her bra and resolved to change as soon as she got home. Bill was shaving himself, much faster and much less gentleness than he had used on her. He was dressed and ready in another ten minutes. 

Reaching into the closet, he pulled a two suit bag from the closet. 

"You mean you're already packed?" Jennifer asked astounded.

"Yeah, from last weekend, I never unpacked." Bill said.

Jennifer blushed remembering last weekend and how much had changed. 

They grabbed egg muffins from the fast food joint, and stopped at her apartment. Bill waited while she changed and then helped her pack her individual items. She tried to pack some clothing but Bill shook his head no. 

They loaded out to his car and started off with Styrofoam cups of coffee to power them. His Subaru seemed comfortable, if a little weird to her. She always thought they were too tall to be a station wagon, too short to be a SUV. Bill started to fill her in on what to expect, and what to do when at the "ranch." 

"James and Sarah run the place, they own it. James, Doug, and I were in college together. We found a similar interest in Bondage, and then Domination. We explored our ideals and fantasies, and about the time we graduated, James' mother died. His Dad had passed years before, and left the family farm to Doug, their only child." Bill merged north onto I 75 and continued. 

"The family raised some crops, but had mostly turned to trees years ago. Planting pine and some oaks to be harvested later. When we graduated college, there wasn't much market for the wood at the time. Paper mills, but not lumber, and paper mills don't pay as much for the wood. I was living in an apartment in Athens about then, trying to finish my first book and eating watered down soup. James called me and said he had an idea, and wanted to talk to me about it."

They continued north and Bill flicked a glance at the instruments and continued his story. "His mother and father had both maintained large insurance policies, and James had invested the family fortune in CD's mostly and some other things while we were in college. He had the main farm area and other properties around the state now, and had just settled with the IRS for his inheritance taxes. He had sold a bunch of land outside of the farm, and still had some left. He had calculated the cost of land, including some up closer to Atlanta that his Grandfather had won in a poker game, and realized he could come up with about five million cash, and the main family farm. He could buy the surrounding farms, and increase the holdings there so to speak."

"Why would he sell the land up near Atlanta, by renting it or leasing it he could be comfortable for a while right?" Jennifer said.

"That is what I told him too, but he needed cash to make the dream a reality. He had been in New York, and visited the Bar D ranch, and loved it. He wanted one here in Georgia, to serve the South East, and wanted my help, well me and Doug to help out. I told him I was so broke if it took a quarter to go around the world I couldn't afford to get out of sight." Bill said smiling.




The Author Pt. 04



Jennifer smiled and nodded. "I know that feeling."

"Yeah, well he told me his idea, to make a bondage ranch here to attract the rich and shameless, but he wanted something more, something like a big family. He wanted the loving bondage, not the Sadist screaming control. The Bar D wasn't intimate enough for what he wanted if you understand." Bill got a nod from Jennifer. "So we talked and I helped him work out ideas, I minored in Engineering in College, and we talked about logistics and other things. We designed the main building to be major additions to the existing house, we practically destroyed the old house to make the main house. We had a series of small guest houses made, with room enough for twenty to fifty people. He just finished construction on a larger one for up to one hundred people. When we were in the construction phase, we realized the problem, and the more we thought about it, the more we realized that it was nearly impossible. First to build it, then to let people know about it, without advertising, you see discretion was an absolute must." 

Jennifer thought about that for a moment and said. "Ok, you need customers, but you can't let them know you're here, or it will be too well known and there won't be any privacy. Wow, that's a real conundrum." She realized they had solved that problem. "How did you solve that one?" 

"It wasn't me; it was Doug who solved that one. Doug said the answer was simple. Go to the clubs that have bondage nights in Atlanta, and introduce yourself to a couple people, scene with them, and then tell them about this great new ranch about ninety minutes away which will be hosting weekend scenes. Hire some people to wait on them hand and foot, and they will be back. Start the fee's out low, and raise them over time to keep it "exclusive" and then word will spread by the grapevine." 

"Apparently it worked." Jennifer said.

"Not really, we ended up with a few patrons, and my first book was finished, I was trying to get it published. I was in New York and talking to my editor and who would become my publisher, and told them about this project I wanted to be a success for my friend. My editor said it was kinky shit, and would ruin me so leave it alone. After he left, my publisher, she was a woman asked me a couple round about questions and then said she was a submissive at heart, and would I tell her how to contact this place so she and her husband could go down there for a getaway?" Bill shook his head.

Jennifer laughed and said "Convenient." 

"I thought so, she arrived and they spent the weekend, and then they identified what we were missing. Product demonstrations, classes, and instruction on how to improve your technique. She also found out about the New York ranch, and suggested we start an annual competition, break into the scene so to speak. We talked to them and decided on the Ponies." Bill said.

"Not a bad idea." 

"No it wasn't, and that worked. People from Atlanta were going to New York to play at their ranch, and now in the winter, New Yorkers come here to play." Bill said. "We have representatives from the various bondage manufacturers and suppliers come once or twice a year, and they spread the word about the Circle B to their most exclusive clients."

"So how many people are members now?" Jennifer asked.

"I honestly don't know, perhaps six hundred. I doubt it's reached a thousand. James has been quietly buying the surrounding farms as the money and property becomes available. It's intended to be very exclusive, and most people who are into Bondage can't swing the thirty five grand a year membership, plus of course any incidentals." 

"Thirty five thousand dollars a year, for a weekend bondage club?" Jennifer asked.

"Yep, remember the price is intended to keep the lower classes out, and the idea is that the upper crust will keep their mouths shut, they have as much to lose as the other members if it becomes public." Bill told her entering the city limits of Atlanta. "To that end, you'll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement and it was written by a very good attorney." 

"Ok, so I sign a document swearing that I'll have my eyes put out if I ever breath a word of the ranch to anyone, weren't you worried that by telling me you would spill the beans?" Jennifer asked.

"Not really, Jen, forgive me, but I saw your submissive soul the first moment I laid eyes on you, and I soon saw it was a caged soul, caged by your fears. I wanted to kiss you at that moment, and make it all better." Bill admitted. "I told you, I've loved you nearly since I met you." 

"You took long enough to open up about it." Jennifer said slightly hurt.

"You weren't ready, you really weren't ready when it happened, and I owe your friend and mother a great deal for helping to heal your heart. They did what I could never do, they opened the door to the cage you have been living in" Bill said.

"I was thinking about that yesterday afternoon, and when I was in high school, and enjoyed being bound, I had no idea it could be as intense as it was yesterday, last night, you know." Jennifer said blushing slightly. "I realized that I was a kid playing a game, and the grown up version of the game is much different, and much better. I would have never guessed I could feel that intensity if I hadn't experienced it." 

"It only gets better, more intense, more pleasure, as your experience grows." Bill said smiling as he took the Buckhead exit. 

"More intense? Bill, I thought I was going to be torn apart by the force of it, I don't know if I can handle more intense." Jennifer said with a hint of fear in her voice. 

"Don't worry, you will handle it, and in time, you'll come to need it. Trust me; I won't let anything bad happen to you." Bill said patting her hand. 

They pulled off the highway and into a shopping area. Bill pulled into small parking area and then drove around back to a secluded parking area. He got out and took Jennifer's hand and walked to a building and inside the unmarked glass door. Jennifer looked around, it was a clothing shop that specialized in very erotic clothing for men and women.

Bill waved at the clerk and she came over "Hi Darlene I'm glad you're here, this is Jennifer and she needs outfits for the weekend, a full set."

Darlene said "I wondered what you were doing here, usually James faxes an order in and bills it to the ranch." 

Jennifer looked confused and Bill said "Darlene is a member, it's OK, she runs this shop and a lucrative internet store. Usually if you want something, you mention it to James, who asks Darlene to get it, and she brings it with her, or has it sent down."  

"Not this weekend, I've got work to do and can't go play." Darlene said with a pout on her face. "I have to work or I won't be able to go watch the race next week."

Bill laughed and said "So help us out, a novice who is out on her first weekend in bondage, what's chic now?" Bill asked.

Darlene started showing outfits, and Bill would nod or suggest that perhaps later it would be better. He picked out a pair of small short shorts in metallic gold, and a matching sports bra type top. He selected a micro dress that would leave almost nothing covered, and a leather mini-skirt and bustier top. Looking around he picked out a small bikini, but not the smallest they had by far, almost conservative in comparison. Then he selected panties for her. 

Jennifer watched Darlene and Bill discuss her wardrobe and turn to her for approval on colors now and then. Jennifer felt uncomfortable with this and almost asked if they intended to find someone else to wear this shit when Darlene spoke up.

"She's good Bill, she hasn't smacked you yet, she's a sub all right." Darlene said looking at Jennifer. "She's gorgeous to boot, God I wish I was going to be there this weekend, to see if you can get her dancing." 

Jennifer blushed, and looked to Bill to find him smiling at her with pride. "Yeah, she's amazing all right, she dropped into sub space last night, and in a couple months, she'll be able to drop in at will." 

"Last night, how long have you been submissive Jen?" Darlene asked.

"Well I did some in high school, but I haven't in years since. We just started to date I guess you would call it." Jennifer said still burning bright red.

"Wait, it was your first time with true Bondage, not the high school kid thing?" Darlene asked.

"Yeah." Jennifer said quietly.

"Sub space, on her first time? Oh Girl, you are going to be something with a little training." Darlene said with an amazed look on her face. 

They chatted while they finished selecting sizes and colors and matched shoes. Bill paid for everything and then took the bags to his car. They drove and stopped at another store, with human clothing in the window. Bill bought her a pair of tan shorts and a white cotton shirt with normal undergarments. A third store got her a small suitcase, a weekender type of suitcase.

They ate lunch in one of those terribly chic café's and Jennifer wondered about something. "Bill I can't afford a membership to this ranch, and the outfits are going to put a serious dent in my savings." 

"A Dom is supposed to provide for his sub, your membership is a gift, and the same with the clothing. If it were otherwise, we wouldn't be Dom's here to bring pleasure to our Subs, we would be pimps, here to abuse the slave." Bill said.

"So now we go to the ranch, and we spend the weekend playing Master and Slave, or Dom and Sub right?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes, we do, and unless I'm extremely wrong, you'll enjoy yourself and find a satisfaction you never knew existed." Bill answered.

"What if your wrong, if I don't enjoy it, what happens then?" 

"We leave, as soon as you want. Our safe word at the ranch, and your safe word is 'Red' and ends play immediately. Absolutely no hesitation is tolerated when the safe word is used. If you say Red, take me home, we leave immediately." Bill said.

"Wouldn't that be a problem for you? I mean wouldn't your friends there be concerned or upset by our sudden departure?" Jennifer asked.

"They would be concerned, and curious, but they would not stop us, or you. Don't worry about what others might think, they don't think anything negative. The purpose of this ranch, this weekend is simple Jen, your enjoyment." Bill said. 

The waitress came and Bill paid the check and they departed. Bill put Jennifer in the passenger seat, and then they departed the city headed back south. 

Jennifer tried to calm herself, but she felt some tension starting to build. Could she trust him, especially him, to respect the safe word? She needed a test to prove to herself that he would stop and back away when the safe word was used. 

They were driving down the road and as he started to exit to the right, he signaled a turn on a two lane road at the end of the exit ramp. Bill had just completed the turn and Jennifer said "Bill red, the safe word red." Bill hit the brake hard and pulled to the shoulder and once he had the car stopped put the transmission in park. He then turned to Jennifer with a look of concern on his face.

"Jen, what's wrong, are you OK?" Bill asked in a rush.

"Sorry, I just needed to know, to see if it would. I had to test it." Jennifer admitted in a very small and embarrassed voice.

Bill nodded and said "Ok, I guess I can understand that. I'm glad you waited until we were out of traffic." He leaned over and put an arm around Jennifer and said "I understand your fear Jen, I want to send those fears packing, and let you know this isn't what you were in, I'm not Jeremy, and no one like Jeremy is a member." 

"I know, I was just, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you Bill." Jennifer was ashamed of her own fears now. 

Bill told her it was OK, and when she was ready, he started driving again after making sure she wanted to go to the ranch. 

They passed through a small town, and Jennifer saw what appeared to be a normal small town life, people going about their daily lives. 15 minutes later, Jennifer sucked in breath as Bill turned into a small two lane drive with a small sign on the corner.  

Circle B

No Trespassing

Jennifer tried to relax as she arrived for her first weekend at the Bondage Ranch. 



The Author Pt. 05



The Author Part 5: First Friday at the Circle B

The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental and unintentional.

Bill turned down a small two-lane road and drove past a slight turn. The road widened and a large guard shack stood ahead near an open gate. A man in sports shirt waited in the middle of the road with a clipboard. Bill slowed and then stopped next to the man as he rolled down the driver's side window. 

"Good afternoon sir and welcome back." The man with the clipboard said.

"Good afternoon Tim, this is Jennifer, and I'll vouch for her and arrange it at the main house." Bill said handing over his driver's license and cell phone. Turning to Jennifer, he said, "Please give the man your license and cell phone Jennifer." 

Jennifer handed Bill her cell phone and driver's license. 

"Thank you sir, enjoy your stay." The man in the sports shirt said.

Bill drove away and said, "The ranch is 900 acres or so. Mostly woodland, which gives us a good buffer zone. It's marked no trespassing and no hunting along the perimeter. It also has security cameras, facing outward of course, and motion sensors planted along likely routs that someone may use to trespass. If an alarm goes off, security moves to intercept and turn the intruder away. If they won't leave, they are arrested and sent off with the police." 

They followed another bend in the road and found a parking lot. Bill located a space and parked. Another man with a cart was in the parking lot and approached them as Bill got out of the car. "Edward, what are you doing here?"

In response, Edward fingered the red collar that hung around his neck. "Sir, I would be happy to see to your luggage."

"Edward, what in the world did you do to get punished?" Bill asked in a friendly voice.

"I was disrespectful to Mistress Destiny, and she insisted that I get at least one weekend of the red collar Sir." Edward replied.

Bill frowned and handed over the three bags that were in the trunk. Edward attached paper tags to the three and wrote on them.

"Edward, allow me to introduce Jennifer, who is going to experience her first weekend as a Sub. Is Mistress Destiny here this weekend?" Bill asked.

"Nice to meet you Jennifer. Sir, I haven't yet seen Mistress Destiny, but I believe she will be here this weekend." 

"Thank you Edward, and feel free take your time with the bags, I want to show her around before we go to the room." Bill said.

They walked towards the main house and Bill explained. "Violations of the rules will result in punishment. Since you are my guest, I would be the deciding one, and to prevent any mistakes, I've decided to get you a pink collar, which means novice, or first weekend here. Especially if Destiny is going to be here, she is a stickler for proper respect and deferential treatment."

Jennifer had been told to remain silent as often as possible, don't gape, don't gawk at anyone. Act like you belong, and everything is normal, and it soon will be. Everyone is here living out a Fantasy, and she is one of them now.

Climbing the steps they entered the main house, and Bill turned to his right. The man wearing a sports shirt behind a counter stood and smiled extending his hand. 

"Bill, nice to see you, we missed you last weekend." 

"Hi James, this is Jennifer, and I'll need you to set her up with a complete package, please bill it all to me if you would. Sorry about last weekend I had something come up at literally the very last minute." Bill said.

"Doug said it must be something like that, said you had intended to come on up." James said, "Jennifer, welcome to the Circle B, since you're with Bill I know he is going to explain everything to you. What kind of banding would you like?"

Jennifer looked at Bill with confusion on her face. 

"Jennifer is a novice sub, very novice. I've taught her the rough basics, and I think a Pink collar would be best. Then we can set up the full set of collars and a box, she's with me, but not formally collard by me yet." Bill said.

Jennifer's confusion increased as James indicated this would be no problem. He arrived with a clip board and a bright pink nylon collar. 

"Here we go a short questionnaire Jennifer and the non disclosure agreement. Here is a novice collar. Bill would you like to put it on her?" James said.

"Certainly, Collar position Jennifer." Bill said. 

Jennifer moved to her knees, keeping her thighs straight and reaching brought her hair up behind her neck with her hands. She remembered at the last moment to look downward. Bill placed the nylon collar on her neck, not too tightly, but not so loose it would flop around. Jennifer was told to rise, and as she did a pink leash on the counter became visible.

Bill had turned to James and said "I think black for me would be about right this weekend." He checked the papers on the clipboard and handed it to Jennifer saying "Fill this out this afternoon, and the next time you come here they will have a collection of collars and your brass tags ready for you Jen." 

Jennifer took the clip board, it had basic information questions. Name, address, age, sex, sexual preference, and some brief questions asking for medical information. She read the non disclosure agreement, and gaped at the amount that would be forfeit if she violated the agreement and spoke of the Ranch to any unauthorized people, reporters and the like, it did have an exception for law enforcement in the investigation of any criminal activity.

"Bill, Oh God, you missed my race last weekend." A voice said behind Jennifer. She looked up from her reading to see the woman from the video. Slave Monica.

"Monica, I know you won, Doug told me about it." Bill said.

Jennifer looked at Monica, and saw she was a little taller than herself, perhaps a couple inches short of six foot. Beautiful dark skin, about the color of Coffee with cream, and shoulder length black hair glistening in the light. Her muscles rippled under her skin, and she wore common street clothing of slacks and a blouse.

"Monica, this is Jennifer, a friend of mine." Bill said.

Jennifer held out her hand and shook Monica's hand. "Pleased to meet you, I've heard about you from Bill." 

"I hadn't heard anything about you sweetie, but if you're what came up, I don't blame him for missing my race." Monica said with a sincere smile on her face, and a friendly tone. "Hi James, since Leo isn't going to be here, perhaps blue would be best this weekend." 

James returned the greeting and stepped away for a moment and returning to the counter handed Monica a blue collar with a small brass tag attached to the loop. Jennifer noticed Bill now wore a black leather wrist band with a brass tag attached to it. The tag lay flat, like it had been inlaid to the band. 

Monica reached out and got her collar and put it on quickly. "God, I just don't feel right without one of these anymore." Once it was in place, she took a deep satisfied breath. In a submissive tone Monica said "Thank you sir for giving me my collar." 

"Certainly Monica." James answered in a more authoritative voice than he had yet used around Jennifer. 

"With your permission sir, I'd like to offer Edward my assistance." Monica said. 

"Certainly Monica, I was about to suggest that you might check on him." James said.

Monica bowed her head and turning headed for the door. Jennifer was unsure what she had just seen, or what it represented. Returning to her clip board, she indicated no medical conditions that required treatment, nor any regular medications. No allergies that were likely to be an issue. Latex and the other things mentioned weren't a problem, at least a medical problem for her. Jennifer finished filling out the questionnaire, and signing the agreement.

"Here you go, sir." Jennifer said, adding the sir after a moment's hesitation.

James took it with a smile and said, "It's all right, the experienced ones consider the collaring to be the moment they get to be submissive again, no longer required to be as selfish and independent as society demands of us. We would never expect that from a pink collar." He glanced over the sheet and said "Looks OK, welcome to the Circle B Jennifer. Here is the sub's newsletter, and the rules of our establishment." He handed two more sheets to her and wished them a good weekend.

Jennifer read the rules; they were essentially what Bill had told her. Rule one Safe Sane and Consensual is our code; safe words will be respected always. Jennifer read the rest and then looked at the second sheet. 

The newsletter "Sub Space Gazette" announced that ten slaves would have the honor of representing the Circle B family at the annual Memorial Day Pony races, and hoped everyone would congratulate and support their efforts. It announced the upcoming collaring ceremony of Master Walter and Slave Cindy, and wished them the very best in happiness in the future. 

It said there would be a Slave swimwear contest on the pool deck Saturday, and the winner would get a scene with Mistress Destiny. 

The newsletter also announced that Rimjob had blessed the ranch with a litter of kittens. 

Jennifer laughed and wondered if everyone was insane. 

Bill finished talking to James and said "If your ready Jennifer, we can walk about a bit and I'll show you around." 

Jennifer nodded and then said "Yes sir, I'm ready." 

Bill took her leash and tucked it into a pocket and gestured for her to go towards the rear. 

"The main house has the suites and the public scene areas. The suites are on the second and third floor. The dining room is through there, and the public scene areas are to the left here. In the back there is a pool and paths to the bungalows and the track." Bill opened the door and waved Jennifer through to the pool deck. "Sarah is supposed to be back here, she is James' wife and slave. She was collared here ten years ago, and has re-collared with him every year since. The collar colors are explained in the rules, but simply put it goes like this. 

Blue-Willing to scene, unlikely to participate in sexual intercourse.

Green-Willing to scene, including sexual intercourse

Black Partnered, restricted scene opportunity

Pink-Novice, limited scene availability.

Red- Punishment, no scene possible. 

Jennifer listened, and remembered that Monica had chosen blue, which meant she was willing to play, but not have sex with a partner. 

"The colors are an easy means of communication; each member has a full set of colors, at the check in counter back there. Each member has their own box and collection of items. Some who switch, which is to say they are submissive at times, and dominant at times. Edward, who you met in the parking lot, is a switch. He spends most weekends as a submissive, but on a few will be dominant." Bill said. 

Jennifer looked at the few people around the pool, the women almost universally wore collars, and almost half of them wore green collars. There rest were mixed black and blue. 

They walked down to the lawn and Bill explained. "They do Tai Chi here in the morning; it helps with the grace and balance of the practitioner. If there is a collaring ceremony, which I understand there will be, it'll be held here weather permitting." 

Jennifer asked "The Collaring ceremony, is it like you told me?"

Bill answered her "Yeah, primarily it's making the D/S portion of the relationship a bit more official, most of them are 24/7, or full time Dom sub relationships. Sometimes a Dom will have more than one collared submissive, a harem if you will. Destiny, who you heard of, is one of those. She has a number of submissive players who are bound to her."

"Male slaves?" Jennifer asked smiling.

"A few, when she arrives she'll probably have two or three subs with her. She does have a couple male subs I'm aware of, but she also has female subs." Bill answered.

They went down to the track and Bill told her "This is a one fifth of a mile track, the races are usually only one lap, occasionally we'll hold a race that is two laps, but that is rare, perhaps once a year at the end of the racing season." 

Jennifer followed him back to the house as they passed by the bungalows. "Jennifer, these are where the most intense sessions take place. There are six bungalows. There is a board which shows the bungalows which are reserved near the check in counter. There are three reserved this weekend, which means that anyone can set aside the other's for one night each. The public scenes are just that, public. There is no penetration, and no intercourse, by any definition you like to use. There will be flogging, bondage, service, and even teasing, but no intercourse. These bungalows are intended for the scenes which could include intercourse. The understood agreement among us is that if you attend, you wish to participate, even if it's with a single partner you are going with. Do you understand what I mean?" Bill asked.

Jennifer stopped walking outside of one and said "It's an orgy room, and if you walk in, you're supposed to participate. You don't go in just to look. You can limit participation to a single person, but participation is expected." Jennifer turned to look at him and said "That is the most incredible thing I have ever heard of. You said three were reserved, that means there are going to be three orgies going on tonight. Jesus, I don't believe it." 

"Believe it, one of the conditions you agreed to when you arrived here was to provide them within one week a full screening for STD's. You also agree to provide them with updated testing every three months. I'll take you to the Doctor on Monday, we didn't have time before the weekend, and like the rest of us you'll provide James with a copy of the test results." Bill said.

Jennifer felt her jaw drop, and then decided that this kind of made sense. If everyone here was tested constantly then there couldn't be much danger of AIDS or even the clap breaking out among the players. "So anyone who wishes can check out my test results?"

"No, James keeps them in a safe, for the one quarter that they are good. If you don't have a current test on file, then you either wear pink, or red, depending on the mood James is in. The test is intended to keep us all safe, and usually I provide one every couple months." Bill said.

Jennifer felt uncomfortable for a moment and said "I'm not a real orgy kind of girl you know." Suddenly she felt betrayed, but that didn't make sense, she and Bill had only been together for a day really, only even discusses dating during the past week. She stepped towards a bench and sat down, biting her lip and trying to get control of herself.

Bill watched her for a moment and walked over and sat next to her. "Jennifer, it's not what you think, nor is it what you are imagining. It's not really Caligula or anything like that. Remember the colors of the banding. Blue means you will scene, but not intercourse, black means you are with someone, and have limited scene opportunity." 

Jennifer looked at him for a moment and then accepting his hand in hers she leaned towards him. "Bill, did you see how many of those people by the pool were wearing green, which means bang the crap out of me doesn't it?"

"No, it doesn't. What it means is intercourse is possible, not definite." Bill said. "After some scenes, the erotic feelings are intense, and sometimes the willingness to say no isn't always as strong as you might want it to be. The color system means we minimize the next morning regrets. It reduces the incidents of the next morning 'Oh God, what did I do? I slept with him or her?' and we all understand and respect that. If your usual partner isn't here, often times you won't wear the more liberal color; you will put something off limits in a manner of speaking."

Jennifer considered for a moment and said "Monica said someone wasn't here, so she had better get blue didn't she?" 

"Yes, Leo is her usual partner. Leo is a Dom who has developed a kind of relationship with her. They aren't exactly a couple, but more along the lines of extremely close friends and in our world, she subs for him most often." Bill answered. 

"Ok, so if I wasn't here, what color would you wear?" Jennifer asked.

"Whatever was appropriate Jen, I'd wear the color appropriate to my desires and my willingness to participate." Bill answered vaguely.

"You didn't answer my question, what color would you be wearing? Better yet, what color have you been wearing the last few times you were here?" Jennifer had taken on an accusatory tone with this statement.

Bill looked at her for a moment and then looked off in the distance. He didn't answer for a few minutes and then saw Monica coming down the trail pulling a luggage cart with a half dozen suit cases on it. "Here's Monica, we were just discussing her." He raised his hand and said "Monica, do you have a moment?"

Monica stopped the cart and held it one handed. Bowing her head she said "Yes sir, how can I help you?" 

"Jennifer was curious about the color system, please allow her to assist you with the luggage, and answer any questions she has." Bill said rising.

"Jennifer, go with Monica, assist her with this luggage, and return to the main house when you are ready, I need to talk to James for a few minutes." Bill said.

Jennifer was confused and stood to follow Monica; she assisted with the cart and found it moved easily down the path. 

Monica turned her head to look at Jennifer and said, "Hey sweetie, what about the colors has got you in a bind?" Smiling at the last part.

Jennifer said "I asked Bill what color he would be wearing if I wasn't here." They had arrived at a bungalow and Jennifer grabbed a bag to help carry it in. "He had mentioned that you were wearing Blue because someone wasn't here. He wouldn't answer the question, and then passed me off to you."

Monica stopped unloading bags and looked at Jennifer. "Jennifer, when did you meet Bill?" 

Jennifer said "I met him just about seven months ago. I interviewed for a job, and I know this sounds corny, but I swear I fell in love with him at that moment." Jennifer wasn't sure why she had tossed in that last part, Monica seemed very familiar to her, like they had known each other much longer than they really had. She felt comfortable with Monica, and somehow that seemed right.

Monica surprised her by setting the bags down and stepping to her. Monica hugged Jennifer and said "Congratulation's Jen, he loved you too." Monica then released Jen and picked up the bags again and said "He quit wearing anything but black for the most part, he wore blue a couple times when we were short of Dom's but only did the public scenes."

Jennifer said "Why didn't he tell me that?" 

Monica turned and looked at her and said "He's a Dom, he has a Dom's soul, and Dom's don't answer questions on this subject to anyone ever. They especially don't answer to Subs. Besides, if he had told you that, would you have believed him?"

"I guess." Jen said.

"Jennifer, I love Bill, he's a wonderful person. We all knew he was in love when he started wearing black, only putting Blue on when there was a shortage of Dom's. We didn't know anything about you sweetie, but he has loved you since Thanksgiving." Monica put the bags down and then turning said "Come with me for a while, I'll give you all the dirt on everyone."

Jennifer decided to follow Monica and listen. "Ok, but shouldn't I check in with Bill?"

Monica seemed to consider for a moment. "It's OK, he knows you're with me, and besides, if you upset him, perhaps you'll get lucky and get spanked." Monica said the last with a wicked smile on her face and a knowing look in her eye.

Jennifer sighed and said, "That would be interesting." 




The Author Pt. 05



They made a couple more trips, and Monica told Jennifer about the people they saw, and a few they didn't. Master Python got his name because of his twelve inch trouser snake. Jennifer gaped at that one and Monica said it was absolutely true. Mistress Linda is a bit of a bitch; stay on your best behavior around her. Destiny is a stickler for Friday night deference, follow the lead of the other subs, and learn how to do things. 

"Monica, how am I supposed to refer to everyone? I mean the other subs, and the other Dom's?" Jennifer asked.

"Call the Dom's sir or ma'am as needed. You can also call the women Mistress without any problem. I usually call them by their title when opening conversation. For example, if I was trying to talk to Bill in a group I would say something like 'Master Bill' and then switch to sir for every answer I gave." Monica smiled and said "It's not that confusing, just flow with it this weekend, you'll enjoy yourself. In time you'll be dancing on the chains with the rest of us."

"Dancing on the chains?" 

"Getting scenes in the public areas. That's what some of us call it when we have an orgasm from the scenes. Usually we're bound you see, and the orgasm makes you shake the chains." Monica said. "There is nothing like a Submissive Headspace Orgasm. I plan on begging Andre' when I see him. I could use a good work out." 

Jennifer wasn't used to discussing sex and orgasms with people she had just met and was obviously uncomfortable. Monica saw this and said "Jen, I have a good feeling about you, you're a sub at heart. I also know you're a wonderful person since Bill loves you. Bill is a great person, and a caring Dom. Relax, flow with it, and you'll be flying in no time."

Jennifer considered, flying, that was how she felt when Bill was whipping her last night. Flying along in her mind, it was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced. The orgasms that followed were intense, making her feel like she would tear herself apart.

They talked a little more as they took the next load of bags into the main house and down to a section Monica called the "sub rooms" and when she returned she saw Bill in the lobby talking to Doug. 

"Got to run Monica, there's Bill." Jennifer said.

Monica said "Have fun Jen. See you later." 

She approached Bill and hesitated suddenly. Should she greet her Master or should she just approach head down submissively. Let it flow Monica said, just approach and see what he tells you to do. 

She came to him and stopped a couple steps away, holding her head down. 

"Jennifer, come here, did you enjoy your talk with Monica?" Bill asked her.

"Yes sir, thank you, she explained a lot to me." Jennifer said.

"I'm glad, Jen, perhaps you should greet an old friend of mine, Master Doug." Bill said.

Jennifer turned towards Doug, hoping she was about to do this right. She dropped to her knees as gracefully as she could, and bowing placed her head on the backs of her hands before his shoe. She waited like Bill had told her to. She trembled in humiliation and excitement. 

"She's wonderful Bill, I saw that last weekend." Doug said praising Jen.

"Excellent Jen, please rise." Bill said.

Jen rose feeling good, she had just been praised by another Dom and that made her feel pretty good. 

Bill placed his arm around her and said "Good girl." 

At first, Jennifer didn't like that Good girl bit when Bill had said it, now it seemed to give her a bit of a rush, a thrill. She felt like a kid again taking the gold star home to Mommy when she heard it.

Doug leaned in and said "Jen that was great, I know it wasn't easy, you did very well indeed." He smiled at her and said "Just follow his lead; you'll be as happy as you are now all weekend." 

Jennifer blushed and looked down to hide her face, turning slightly towards Bill. 

Bill shook Doug's hand. "Doug, I think we should get changed, and then down to mingle." 

Jennifer walked with him on his right and followed him up the stairs to the suites. "Monica said if I was late you might spank me. She seemed to think it was a good thing." 

Bill smiled and said "Not while you're wearing the pink color I wouldn't. Although I was thinking a small public scene would be fun." 

Jennifer stopped walking and gaped at Bill. 

"Relax Jen, there are semi private rooms for that." Bill said. "Trust me, the safe word here is inviolable. Any time you feel panicked or just need to break a scene, say 'red' and the game ends. Red means no play, which is why the punishment bands are red. No play no way when red has been thrown. If you're gagged, a stuffed animal is put into your hand, a ribbon is usually attached, to put around your fingers, to make sure you didn't drop by accident. Before that animal hit's the ground you are being released from the bindings. Then you are comforted and cuddled and loved in a different way."

Jen nodded and followed Bill to the room. Trying to relax and imagine what she was being told. It was too much of a stretch of imagination.

Once in the room, Jennifer used the bathroom and then found Bill had laid the suitcases out. He had some clothing from his set aside, and Jennifer saw her own new luggage open, revealing the clothing she had watched him pick out and buy for her. 

Jennifer asked Bill the question she was afraid of. "What would you have me wear tonight sir?"

Bill turned and looked at her. "I think the white leather bustier, skirt, and heels would set off the pink collar nicely don't you?" 

Jennifer smiled slightly. The outfit he had named and bought her was small, hell tiny really. The skirt would barely cover her ass, and the bustier would just barely cover her nipples, cut so as to allow most of her breasts to be visible. There were straps which would help hold it in place, but they were amazingly thin. The shoes which he had picked out had a four inch heel. 

Jennifer nodded and started to pick out the items he had indicated. 

Bill handed her a pair of panties, a delicate silk thong he had picked out at the store in Atlanta they had visited before arriving here. She took them to the bath room to try and squeeze herself into it. When she was finished, there was a two inch gap between the bottom of the bustier and the top of the skirt. The skirt didn't leave much of her assets to the imagination, and the panties he had handed her were thinner than paper. While not quite see through, they only hid her pussy in shadow. Worse, her newly shaven sex was incredibly sensitive. Each step moved the panties over her labia, and she could feel each tickle now that she was bare there. 

When she came out she felt her breath catch. Bill was wearing a white peasant type of shirt in very nice Egyptian cotton. It was a pull over with lacing from the bottom of his ribs to his neckline. The laces were loose and obviously comfortable. He wore dark gray pants which covered motorcycle boots of black leather. The leather wristband was plainly visible because his sleeves which were loose were rolled up to his elbows. His hair had been pulled back to a pony tail and was held by a leather string. He looked wonderful, and if she had fantasized about this minute, she would have picked out something like that for him to wear. She watched him buckle his belt, a large black leather workman style belt. 

She stood for a moment unsure what to do next. Bill looked at her and waved her over. She approached him and he leaned down to kiss her gently.

"You look lovely Jennifer, absolutely gorgeous." Bill said smiling at her. "I bet you have several people lusting after you before dinner is over my sweet." 

Jennifer blushed slightly and felt a thrill at the same time. She knew she looked like a horny little slut in this outfit, and she was getting horny, which was hard to believe when you consider how much sex they had last night. She had more orgasms than she could remember and was still sore from them, but now she thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to jump him here and now. 

Bill kissed her some more, and caressed her breast, fingering the exposed flesh, and giving the rest a playful squeeze. Jennifer felt her juices start churning, and her stomach tightened noticeably. 

Bill stepped back and rubbing a thumb along Jennifer's cheek, smiled and said "God you are so beautiful." 

Jennifer was nearly panting already, and said "Thank you." She waited for Bill to undress her and jump her and was disappointed when he turned and pocketed her pink leash.

"Come on, let's go down and mingle with the others shall we?" Bill asked.

Jennifer tried to squash her feelings of disappointment. Taking a deep breath she followed him out of the room and saw others in the hallway. A blond woman about 5' 6" and fairly trim was walking holding two leashes. A male wearing a full mask and a woman walked behind her, led by the leashes. 

"Bill Darling, how are you? I missed you last weekend, I hope nothing untoward happened." 

"Hi Linda, nothing major, just a last minute change in plans. This is Jennifer, and this is her first weekend with us." Bill said introducing Jennifer. "Jen, this is Mistress Linda." 

Jennifer looked to Bill for clarification, was she supposed to greet Linda.?

"Hi Jen, welcome, Bill you know "B" and I have a new toy too. This is Janice, and while it's her first time, I felt Green would put her in the proper frame of mind." Linda said casually.

Bill frowned slightly at that, and said "Were you headed down, Jennifer and I were going down for a nice frozen coffee before dinner." 

"Yes we were, I wanted to reserve a scene space, I was going to a bungalow later, but wanted to introduce Janice to everyone so to speak." Linda said.

Jennifer had been looking around, "B" wore leather hot pants, which appeared way too tight for any guy, and a criss cross harness. His collar was a wide black leather affair. Janice wore a soft teddy type of lingerie which clashed with the green collar. She looked petrified, was almost shaking with fear. Jen felt a bit exposed in her costume, but Janice looked positively terrified. Janice appeared as though at any moment she would go pale and pass out. 

Bill took her arm and walked her down the hall way turning to the stairs while Linda took the elevator turn. Halfway down the stairs Bill stopped and said "Good, don't greet anyone I don't tell you to. I'm friendly with Linda, but we have a long standing disagreement about how novices should be introduced. The pink collar is here for a reason, and I think putting Janice in green was foolish." 

"Did you see Janice; it looked like she was going to feint at any moment." Jennifer said.

"I did, and you just relax, leave the rest to me OK?" Bill said taking her arm and moving down the stairs. "I don't know what can be done, I'll listen and see if we can ease Janice away from her, before Janice is sent home screaming in terror." 

"Can't you do something about Linda? Get her to relax some?" Jennifer asked.

Bill stopped and glanced around. "No, the unwritten but understood rule is that we respect the Dom Sub relationship. We don't have to like what two people do, but we do respect their right to do it. Consenting adults and all of that. Janice is trying to be brave, but needs a softer Dom to start with. Don't worry about it, just follow my lead, stay near me, and if I invite you to visit with some other subs, they will be more experienced, and will guide you OK?"

"Like Monica earlier?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes, just like that. In fact she would be a great mentor for you." Bill said escorting Jennifer to the café and taking a seat at a table with Doug.

"Jennifer hasn't met Michelle has she? Jennifer this is Michelle, she's a very good friend of mine, and I hope will agree to allow me to collar her one day." Doug said.

Michelle shook Jennifer's hand and Jennifer noticed that both of them were wearing Green bands, which Jennifer now understood to mean that they intended to couple, but probably with each other. Greetings were exchanged and Jennifer took a position similar to Michelle on the arm of the chair Bill was sitting on. Bill placed his hand on Jennifer's hip and it felt a bit possessive, but nice. Jennifer listened to the conversation, a who's here kind of thing, and looked around the room. Dom's seemed to be sitting, and Subs were either parked on the arm of the chair, or kneeling beside their chosen Dom's. Some subs were on smaller tables along the wall, and a few Dom's were alone in chairs. 

Jennifer saw Monica along the wall and returned the smile. Monica was wearing a tight fitting one piece romper thing in flashing silver. The woman sharing the small café table with Monica was wearing what seemed to be vinyl or latex top and bottom. It was very shiny whatever the material was. Jennifer realized that her outfit was normal here. Everyone seemed to be dressed appropriate to their slot. Dom's wore more clothing, and subs, even the males scattered about, wore less. Some subs were leashed by their Dom's, others weren't. 

Bill's hand gave her a small squeeze and she turned her head to find him smiling at her. She was smiling too, enjoying herself. 

"Jennifer, will you do me a favor?" Bill asked.

"Yes sir." Jennifer answered.

The man over there wearing the white shirt and black leather vest, you see him?" Bill asked.

"Yes sir."

"Please go to him and say 'Master Randolph, if you please, Bill would like to speak to you if it's convenient.' and then go visit with Monica and let her introduce you to Heather and the rest over there OK?" Bill asked.

"Yes sir." Jennifer said and rose to follow his instructions.

She approached the man in the vest and when he turned to her she gave him the message. He thanked her, and she turned to go to the table Monica was sitting at. 

Monica smiled and said "Hey Jennifer, I was just telling Heather here that you are the one who appears to have captured Bill."

Heather laughed and welcomed Jennifer to the table. Monica rose to get everyone coffee, and Heather said "Wow, that is a great outfit Jen, you look outstanding in it." 

"Thanks, yours is great too. It seems like it's molded to you, it fits perfectly." Jennifer said.

"Latex is like that, you should try it. So what do you think of the Circle B so far?" 

"It's amazing, so much dedicated to weekend play, like a country club of hedonism." Jennifer said with a small smile.

"Yeah, hedonism run amok, with just enough rules to keep it civilized." Heather said as Monica returned with the drinks. 

Jennifer took a sip of her frozen coffee, and almost jumped when Heather gasped.

"Thank God, I was afraid he wouldn't show this weekend." Heather said as she practically leapt to her feet. "Be back in a bit girls." She dashed off across the room to a man who had just come in. 

Jennifer watched as Heather knelt and bowed to the man, placing her hands under her head before his shoe. Jennifer couldn't hear the conversation but the man nodded and his lips moved a little looking down and Heather. Heather responded by picking her head up and moving forward and placing it on his shoe.

"Cool, Heather is going to play with Andre' this weekend. I'm glad." Monica said.

"That's Andre'? I thought you wanted a scene with him." Jennifer said.

"I do, we all do, he's the best whip Dom around. He can do things with a whip that no one else can." Monica told her.

"I met Linda upstairs, she had a girl with her who was so scared she was about to wet herself." Jennifer said.

"Yeah, Linda tends to push a little too hard for my tastes, but the Subs know the safe word and the rule on that, so they are safer than they may feel." Monica said.

Another girl joined them as Heather returned to grab her coffee and said "He'll play this weekend; I'm going to hang with him for a while OK? Nice to meet you Jen. Hey Nicky, I hope to take you on later this weekend." Heather said in a rush and then hastened back to Andre.

"I'm Nicky, and that was Heather hoping for a good whipping later." Nicky said.

Jennifer introduced herself and appraised Nicky who was wearing a nearly transparent vinyl mini dress with black panels running lengthwise from the neck to the crotch. Nicky was obviously wearing nothing under it. No panty or thong strings were visible, nor was a bra strap. It clung to her almost like skin, setting off her green collar nicely. 

"So this is the Jennifer that has had the place buzzing all day." Nicky said to Monica with a faint smile. "I'm joking really, word that Bill brought his love has streaked through this place Jen. Welcome, really." Nicky added seeing the uncomfortable look on Jen's face.

"It's OK, what did Heather mean about taking you on later? Or is it indiscrete to ask?" Jennifer asked as she picked up her frozen coffee to take a sip.

"Nothing much is indiscrete here Jen." Nicky said with a wicked grin. "I am the current deep throat champion, mainly because I knew Python before I came here." 

Jennifer almost spit her coffee all over as she gasped. 

Monica and Nicky both laughed at her as Jennifer tried to control herself and swallow the coffee in her mouth. She wiped her mouth with a paper napkin and fanned herself. "Sorry, you're the champion of what?"

"Deep throat, you know, sucking a guy all the way down?" Nicky said.

Jennifer nodded slightly and said "That's what I thought you said. Do we compete on everything around here?" 

"No, it's unofficial, Python called me that when he brought me here, and the nickname has kind of stuck you see. He and I date outside of here, in an on again off again kind of thing." Nicky said smiling. "Don't worry about it, we all do what we want to here. Monica is a racing legend." 

"I know, Bill's told me, and shown me I guess?" Jennifer admitted.

"Oh good, you saw the video, that was a practice race last year, it was fun." Monica said. 

Bill arrived and put a hand to Jennifer's shoulder. "Girls, I'm going to steal Jennifer away now, if you'll excuse me." 

Nicky and Monica both said "Yes sir" in unison. Jennifer rose and walked with Bill towards the dining room. 

"I saw you nearly spit your drink across the room and figured you might want a rescue." Bill said.

"Nicky introduced herself, and I wasn't ready for it." Jennifer said. "I was OK though, but thanks for watching out for me though." 

Bill nodded and chuckled. "Yes, Nicky is a bit of a card." 

"Is she serious about her quote unofficial unquote title?" Jennifer asked.

"Oh yes, she is absolutely serious about being the deep throat champion. Apparently Python trained her before bringing her here." Bill said as they walked the buffet line in the dining room. 

"Heather said she was going to take Nicky on, does that mean compete at, oh God, how do you compete at that?" Jennifer said. 

Bill frowned for a moment and said "Heather will never do it; I personally think that Nicky is double jointed somehow." 

Jennifer stopped moving and stood there staring at him in shock. "You mean they are going to compete as to who can suck more dick?" Jennifer asked in a quiet shocked voice.

Bill turned to her and then placing something small on her plate said "Yes, but they'll probably use dildo's or something similar. Probably in one of the Bungalow's, which means that there will be a cheering crowd as the girls demonstrate their technique. It's all in fun Jen, they enjoy doing it or they wouldn't. No one makes anyone do anything around here, you know that." 

They took their plates to the table and she sat in a chair beside him. Glasses and water was already there. Jennifer wasn't sure how she felt about a deep throat champion, or someone else wanting the title. It seemed horribly degrading, and somehow Nicky seemed to enjoy the notoriety. Heather seemed to desire the title, and Jennifer made a mental note never to ask how you train for something like a suck off or whatever it was called.




The Author Pt. 05



They ate in relative silence, the Roast Beef was excellent, the vegetables perfect. Bill started telling her about the services at the club. "James hired a cook at first, and then as the membership increased, hired a chef who was ready to be a lead, but the Restaurant wasn't ready to put him in that slot. James made him an offer, and it was accepted.

Jennifer was facing the door and said to Bill. "I think someone just arrived late." A large blond man in a black silk shirt, green wrist band, and black dress slacks strode in. 

Bill glanced over his shoulder and turning back said "Python, he works on Friday's and tends to arrive about dinner time." 

"Monica mentioned him, she said he was called that because.." Jennifer stopped suddenly and blushed slightly.

Bill smiled at her and said "He does." 

Jennifer gaped at him and said "No, that's impossible. You can't be serious, 12 inches?"

"Measured, by more than one person, and more than one occasion." Bill said.

"He would rip a girl apart, there isn't a woman alive who could take that." Jennifer said shocked at the idea.

"I know, he always wears green, and often sleeps alone because of that. Nicky is close to a regular with him, but even she takes time away from him. She isn't rushing to him now, so she is hoping for someone else this weekend. He understands, and it's all good, it really is a bit more than anyone could be expected to handle, at least on a regular basis." Bill told her.

Jennifer looked around and spotted Nicky with Monica near the wall, and saw that Nicky was studiously ignoring Python for what Jennifer suspected was a great reason. That monster would tear a girl in half. 

As they finished eating, Jennifer noticed the Subs seemed to be leaving the room. She looked around and noticed that only a few were left, and turned to Bill to ask why. "Where did everyone go?" 

Bill glanced up and said "Oh, you mean the Subs. They went to the restroom. On this floor, it has a signs on it for Sub Males, and Sub Females. You might want to go and find out for yourself. I doubt you would believe me if I told you what they are doing right now." 

Jennifer looked the question at him, and then rose following a female she didn't know out of the room. Jennifer followed the woman, who seemed to be in her late 30's, and dressed in what appeared to be a slip and heels around a corner and found the restrooms mentioned by Bill. Jen walked into the Sub female room and saw women preparing themselves in more than one way. Along the wall was a display of different disposable enema boxes. Jennifer realized what as going on and stopped dead in her tracks. 

Turning she found Monica smiling at her. Nicky said, "Hey Jennifer, please tell me you weren't using of these as a water bottle." Nicky laughed and said "Relax sweetie it's not like that, relax really." 

Jennifer turned to look at Nicky who was standing by the sinks checking her lipstick. "We tend to get nervous and a little, well locked up so to speak. This way we don't embarrass ourselves by dropping something during a scene later. 

"Nothing ruins a scene like a Hershey bar dropping to the floor." A woman Jennifer hadn't talked to before said. Several of the women laughed their agreement with this and Jennifer felt sick with humiliation. 

"Am I supposed to?" Jennifer asked.

"Did Bill tell you to do it?" Asked Monica from the sinks.

"No, he said to go and find out for myself." Jennifer said. 

"Then don't, because you're a novice, and I doubt that you'll get an extreme scene tonight." Monica said as she stepped by. "It's a good idea in the future though sweetie, especially if Bill decides to anal train you." Monica walked out the door and Jennifer stood there feeling like she had just been caught doing something terribly wrong.

Nicky stepped up and said "Don't sweat it Jen, can I call you Jen?" Nicky got a nod in reply. "If Bill had told you we were all going to have an enema so we wouldn't shit ourselves dancing in the chains later, what would you have said?" 

"He said I wouldn't have believed him, and I don't know if I would have." Jennifer said. She moved to the restroom stall and took care of her business, without any help from any bottles. Her bowels had been loosened by the shock of seeing this room and understanding it's intent. 

She washed up, checked her make up, and followed the stragglers out to find that they all headed to the lobby and then through to the scene area. The dining room was obviously empty, some waiters cleaning up the tables. Jennifer didn't see Bill anywhere, so she followed the crowd down the hallway. This part of the main house was divided she realized. Some bigger rooms off the hall, some smaller, none with doors, had groups forming in them. Jennifer looked in at the first room, a fairly large one and didn't see anyone she knew. No Bill, Monica, Doug, or James. She did see a man in bindings smiling at a woman who was holding a cat o nine tails. 

Jennifer moved down the hallway and stopped when she spotted Bill in the second room to the right. The man she knew as Andre was holding a whip and Heather was in the chains this time. This room also had a rack and a St. Andrews Cross the first one didn't. The first one had a padded saw horse and couple chairs. Jennifer stepped in and watched the scene next to Bill. Each of the rooms she had seen had a large couch along one wall. Each also had a collection of whips and bindings on shelves or hung from pegs on the wall. 

Andre had bound and blindfolded Heather, and was working her lightly with quick flicks of his wrist up and down her back. She was topless and had clamps on her nipples connected by a silver chain. She wasn't gagged, but smiled hugely as Andre worked up and down her back, across her buttocks, which were still covered and down her legs. 

Bill pulled her back and in a whisper with his lips next to her ears explained what was going on. "Andre is warming her up getting her ready to enter sub space. Each time she jumps, her nipple chain tugs and increases her pleasure, the pain and pleasure mix, mingle, and then the endorphins kick in and she'll fly soon." 

Andre was flicking harder and faster now, his wrist spinning the whip now. It made a circle to the left and connected, then to the right, and connected again. Jennifer saw Heather, her eyes were glazed over, her lips were wet, and she was breathing deeply. Jennifer watched as Heather pulled at the chains binding her, her muscles tensing and relaxing as the pain moved, migrated, and became pleasure. 

Twenty minutes of this had Heather panting now, and Jennifer thought that soon Heather would be having an orgasm, and she would see what dancing in the chains meant. It was hugely erotic, watching this woman get worked like that. Andre played her like a piano, hitting his notes perfectly. A hard swish now and then and the larger horsehair whip would whistle and then leave what Jennifer suspected was a stinging lash across whatever part of the anatomy Andre was focused on. 

Jennifer became aware of someone behind her and turned her head to see Bill's head leaning to the side and Monica whispering in his ear. Bill's neutral expression became a frown and he turned to follow Monica out of the room and down the hall to the right.

Jennifer turned back to Heather and saw her grinding her hips and moaning as each movement jiggled the chains connecting her nipples. 

Jennifer turned and followed Bill, catching sight of him turning into another room down on the left. As Jennifer approached, she heard sounds of much louder swatting going on than Heather had been getting from Andre. She turned the corner and stopped. A man was suspended from the chains, he wore chaps and no shirt, he was sweating and gagged and holding something in his right hand. Two Dom's were behind him, a woman and a man. Both had large whips and were frowning as they took turns smacking the man hanging from the chains. Jennifer could see him jerk in pain, not pleasure and saw tears running down his cheeks. 

She looked and found Bill to the left and moved to him. Monica saw her and intercepted Jennifer by stepping to her side. "Carlos asked that he be punished; he said he needed to be purged. He didn't want a time limit, said he would end the play by dropping the safe word doll, that thing in his hand. We were watching, he never entered sub space, he isn't relaxed, he is taking the pain straight. I was a little worried and sent for James and went to find Bill. Master Rick and Mistress June aren't happy either by the look on their faces." 

Jennifer felt pity well up inside her and felt more people at the doorway enter silently. She looked at them and saw similar expressions of concern and pity on their faces. They didn't like this any more than Bill did she realized. 

As she looked back she saw Carlos's hand twitch and then start to open. The doll started to drop and Bill entered her field of view, running towards Carlos and throwing himself between Rick's whip and Carlos's back. 

Monica and several others all shouted "Red red red." Many of them moved forward reaching for the bindings that held him.

Bill started to hug Carlos and was soon joined by others who rushed to unbind Carlos. Bill had been there before the doll hit the ground. 

Jennifer moved closer, to hear what Bill was saying. She could just make it out. "It's OK, you did so well, its fine. You are so wonderful." Bill said over and over again. 

Someone removed the gag and Carlos wailed into the room. "Oh God, she's dead, I didn't say good bye, I didn't tell her I loved her." 

Jennifer saw him wrap his arms around Mistress June who was talking to him the same as Bill was. They took Carlos to the couch and sat him down. Rick on one side, June on the other and they kept hugging him and talking to him. 

Carlos calmed down after a couple minutes, and looked up at Master Rick. "My Mother, she was sick, I worked last weekend, big project, didn't go to her. She died Sunday night, in her sleep, and I didn't say goodbye to her." Carlos's tears began again. "I thought the project was more important. I thought I had more time and I missed my chance." He turned and buried his face into the shirt of Rick and wept while others tried to comfort him. 

Jennifer turned away and saw the doll on the ground. It had been forgotten in the rush to help Carlos. Jennifer took two steps and bending down picked it up. It was a small figure of a cat, a little stuffed animal with a ribbon tied to it to wrap around your fingers, to keep you from dropping it by accident. 

Jennifer turned back and walked to Carlos, stepping as close as she could she held it out. "I think you earned this." 

Carlos looked up and saw the toy animal held out to him. He looked up and Jennifer and said "Thanks." He reached out and took the animal and held it in a death grip. 

Jennifer stepped back and bumped into someone. Turning she found James standing there. "Oh I'm sorry, er I mean I'm sorry Sir." 

James nodded and softly said to her "That was sweet." 

Monica stood up and asked James "Is Theodore here?"

"I've sent for him, he'll be here in a minute or two." James answered. "Is he OK?" 

Monica turned to look at Carlos. "He hurts worse on the inside, that's why he didn't go to sub space; he was trying to purge the pain from his heart." 

Another man entered the room wearing a wristband and went to Carlos. He knelt before Carlos, others moving as he approached and began to talk to him softly. Bill rose and moved away, taking Jennifer's hand and pulling her with him. 

"Theodore is a shrink away from here, a real MD shrink. He'll help Carlos tonight; he can do more than we can." Bill said to her. "Sorry, that's not the way a public scene is supposed to be, it's supposed to be pleasure, not pain." 

Jennifer thought of Heather, and wondered if she had "danced in the chains" and then decided she probably had. "I know, everyone told me that, not in words, but their expressions. Heather certainly didn't seem to be in pain." 

"No Heather wasn't in pain, and by now, she's being cuddled much the same way Carlos is, that helps the Sub come down from sub space and avoid sub drop." Bill said.

"Sub drop? What is that?" Jennifer asked.

Monica who was nearby said "Imagine being in the worst possible depression, coupled with horrible flu like symptoms. You don't want to move, can't get out of bed, and feel like you're going to die. That is sub drop; it's your body's reaction to the excessive amount of endorphins that are pumped through you in a good scene. You minimize or eliminate it by after scene cuddling and support." 

Jennifer looked at her and said "You've been in sub drop?"

"Yeah, and it hurts, you feel absolutely horrible. I almost quit the scene after my first sub drop. Bill helped me and brought me back to it." Monica said. 

Jennifer looked at Bill and he took her hand and walked her out of the room and down the hallway. They turned a corner and he glanced back as they did. Jennifer tried to look, but the wall was in the way. He turned left again and into a smaller room than she had seen before. There was a love seat along the wall, and no other furniture. No tables, racks, or anything. Just the four connections on the ceiling, and floor, to secure a sub. 

Bill took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. "You're lovely Jennifer, absolutely beautiful. I've been wanting to bring you to one of the small semi private rooms all day. I've been day dreaming of you for months." 

Jennifer kissed him back and snuggled into him. She loved him and wanted to be with him. Bill broke the embrace and started to unbutton her bustier down the front. He opened it exposing her breasts, and slid it down her arms. Jennifer's breathing increased as he fondled her. Bill reached into his pocket and took out a set of nipple clamps. "These aren't as extreme as the ones in the room; I thought they would be better for you Honey." 

Bill rubbed her nipples causing them to grow into erect little nubs. He placed the clamp on her left breast, and then her right one telling her to breath, relax into it. The chain between them dangled and swung with her every motion. Then he took four black bindings from the shelf with small chains attached to them. Placing them on her wrists, he connected them to the hanging chains by small snap links that dangled at the end of the chains. Then he bound her ankles and chained her down as well.

Taking a black cloth from the shelf, he placed it over her eyes and said, "This will intensify the feelings you have. It will make it easier to fall into subspace Jen." 

Jennifer fought down a moment of panic and tried to relax. Bill placed the doll into her hand and wound the ribbon through her fingers.

"You can stop this by either safe word 'Red' or by dropping the doll." 

Jennifer relaxed herself, breathing deeply. She forced herself to breath deeply the way Bill had taught her last night, was it only last night? 

Bill started to caress her with a mink glove, and watched and Jennifer started to really relax into the pain of the nipple clamps, and the sensation of the mink glove. She started to breathe more deeply, sighing as he caressed her legs, her thighs, and her abdomen. It brushed the sensitive underside of her breast and jiggled the chain of her clamps and she moaned slightly. 

The mink broke contact for a few seconds, and then was touching her legs again, moving up them from the ankle, up to the knees and then continued up pushing her skirt up with it. The glove caressed her ass and she pushed back to the amazingly sensual feeling. 

She couldn't see, she could only feel and hear, and Bill was silent, leaving feeling as her only sensation. Jennifer noticed dimly that all the touches were much more intense, and she was surprised by the sudden flicking of something on her ass. 

Bill began to flick her with the small multi tailed flogger, gently and lightly, warming her up. The glove kept working up and down her caressing her where the crop wasn't, or had just been. Jennifer moaned again and began to grind gently whenever the glove was near her thighs. She was extending her pelvis towards it, wanting more stimulation than she was getting there. Her labia were caressed by the silk thong, and she licked her lips and her breathing increased. The whip fell across her ass and her thighs, up and down slowly, increasing in speed and in force over time. 

Jennifer had lost track of time, she was flying on the cloud of sub space, floating on a general feeling of euphoria that mixed with arousal to make her compliant, feeling extremely good. She wasn't outside her body, meditating, she was hyper aware, each sensation was more intense, more pain, more pleasure. 

Jennifer was getting close, she could feel her stomach tighten in anticipation and she wiggled her waist trying to get the glove to go there. When she did, her nipple chain bounced and waves of pure pleasure danced down her body and she gasped. The whip blows became more frequent and harder and she jerked from the blows. Her jerking made the nipple clamps tug on her and send her into a higher state of arousal. 

Jennifer moaned as she neared her orgasm, and felt a hand pulling the clams from her nipples. As the blood rushed back into where it had been squeezed out of she felt a wave of pain, the mink glove rubbed her breasts and it turned to pleasure as the whip struck her ass harder. The pain/pleasure was intense now, and Jennifer gasped as she was so close, one touch more might push her over the edge. 

Lips touched hers, and hands caressed her breasts as the whip struck her again, Jennifer kissed passionately her tongue seeking its partner, and intertwining, dancing with it. A pinch on her nipples was all it took, and Jennifer cried out as her Climax washed over her. She pulled at the restraining chains, clenching all her muscles as she bucked in the effects of her orgasm. Her groin thrust outwards reflexively, and she expelled her breath in shuddering bursts as she rode the waves of pleasure that overcame her from. Her orgasm receded, and there was a buzzing in her ears, as the euphoria returned leaving her flying high from the endorphins.

Jennifer felt hands unbinding her wrists, and ankles, while also supporting her. She was carried, held in arms while a hand caressed her head. She realized she was sitting on someone's lap, and opening her eyes saw she wasn't blindfolded.

Bill was smiling at her and whispering things to her. She focused on the words. "Good girl, you did so well, you were wonderful, absolutely wonderful." 

Jennifer closed her eyes and sunk into his arms which were around her and holding her upper back. She could feel, not his hand, but a hand on her hip. Opening her eyes again she realized her vision was a little out of focus. She turned her head and saw Monica smiling up at her. 

"Sweetie, you are a natural, I've never seen a novice dance in the chains like that." Monica said standing up. Monica leaned in and kissed Jennifer on the mouth, Jennifer was surprised, and just as surprised to find her mouth responding to the kiss, which included tongue. 

Jennifer turned to Bill and said "There were more than two hands on me, I remember now." Jennifer's mind was coming back now, dropping from sub space, and she was focusing on her experience.

"Monica wanted to help, to welcome you, and to thank you for being kind to Carlos." Bill said. 

Jennifer thought about this for a moment and said "I think I'm supposed to be mad." 

Bill answered "I think you should feel loved." 

Jennifer considered, how did she feel? She felt euphoric, erotic as hell, and yes, loved. There wasn't any anger there; no flame of anger burned her heart. She looked up at Bill and said "I do." 




The Author Pt. 06



The Author Part 6: First Saturday at the Circle B

This is a work of fiction, any relation to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional and coincidental. 

Jen woke to the light of day coming through the window, and an urgent need in her bladder. Trying to rise, she found that the chain was still connected to her collar. "Gaak" she said as she tried to sit up and was brought back down by the chain. She fumbled with it and finally got it free. She hurried to the bathroom and answered natures demand. 

She looked in the mirror and saw a woman who had been well and truly pleasured last night. Exiting the bathroom she found Bill standing and waiting for her, he hugged her and kissed her and said "Good morning sunshine." 

Jennifer kissed him back and let him answer his own call of nature, and then scrambled around for shower things. 

"Jen, you want in the shower now?" Bill called as he opened the door.

"God yes, I can't believe you put me to bed sticky and dripping wet. Jesus I can't believe I did all that." Jennifer said. Then she stopped suddenly and paled noticeably. She turned to Bill. "Did I really French kiss Monica?" 

Bill laughed and came to her. "Yes, and you enjoyed it didn't you?" 

Stepping to Bill she buried her face in his chest and said "I guess I did, but I didn't know I was, well that I could." She ended her sentence with an embarrassed silence.

"Pleasure isn't bad, not here it isn't. Don't feel bad if you enjoyed something, just learn that it feels good and go with it." Bill told her.

"Do you go with it? I mean with other guys?" Jennifer asked him.

"No, I've never been attracted to other guys, and never had the slightest desire to play with them. I don't think those who do are wrong, any more than I think that it's wrong to do anything you enjoy, so long as your partner is willing." Bill said.

"I thought you might, when you held Carlo last night." Jennifer said.

"He was a sub, who was hurting, not just physically, and he needed help. That is what I was doing, helping one of our subs, who needed us desperately." Bill said.

"It's wonderful of you to care that much Bill, not what I expected I guess." Jennifer said.

"What did you expect?" Bill asked.

"Later, it's too long, and I'm way too sticky to wait for a shower." Jennifer said heading to the bathroom. 

"I'll get your clothing ready while you're in there." Bill called. 

Jennifer was luxuriating in the wonderful large shower. After washing and conditioning, she flexed and stretched sore and tired muscles. She soaped herself and found her pussy sore, and very sensitive. Another night of this and she would need a wheelchair to make it home. 

She dried off and opened the bathroom door to clear the mirror so she could do her hair. Bill walked in nude, and she loved the way he looked. Slim, but not skinny. Fit, but not bulky, about perfect in her mind. 

Bill showered while she did her hair, and he stepped out and dried himself. He brushed his hair and then surprised her by just pulling it back into a pony tail. She now remembered him doing the same thing yesterday morning.

"You don't dry your hair? I mean, blow dry it?" Jennifer asked.

"No, when I do it gets puffy, and I look like Spaniel." Bill said.

Jennifer giggled at that image. 

Bill smacked her ass and said, "It's not nice to laugh at your Dom." 

Jennifer turned and kissed him saying, "Sorry Sir." 

Jen finished her hair and slathered on some make up quickly. She exited the bathroom and found Bill already dressed. He was wearing denim cargo pants and a blue polo shirt. Jennifer smiled at him and then looked to her clothing. 

He had laid out the gold shorts and top, and the pair of running shoes he had bought for her. Jennifer started to dress and found that the shorts were tighter than she would have thought. They were metallic spandex, and stretched, but gave her a camel toe of her mound. They rode up to reveal half her ass. They covered less of her ass then her normal bikini underwear. "Shit, these are too tight." 

"They are perfect, finish getting dressed, and we can go get breakfast." 

She sighed and put the top on. Less skin was covered than she would have hoped, but when in Rome. 

She put her shoes on and then followed him out to the hall and then down the stairs to the lobby. Her pink collar which she had taken off for the shower was back in place now. The same buffet set up as last night, and she took a tray. A cook was preparing eggs to order, and she asked for a ham and cheese omelet. She took hash browns and some juice. She sighed a prayer of thanks at the sight of the coffee. 

Taking her food to the table she joined Bill who was munching on his already. He was sitting facing the door, and she sat on his right at the table. They kissed briefly and she dug in, starved and the smell of food was torture. Bill waved at someone and she looked up to see Doug, in the doorway entering. 

Doug joined them in a couple minutes and greeted them both. 

"So Jennifer, how are you liking your stay at the ranch?" Doug asked.

Jennifer stole a look at Bill who was smiling slightly. "I like it so far, it's interesting." 

Doug smiled and said "I heard about Carlo, I was down in the Bungalows, Linda had Janice in number three last night." 

Bill frowned and said "I talked to Randolph, and he'll take her on if she can get to him. James said we could get her a comp membership or whatever as needed." 

Jennifer stared at Bill, he was arranging for a sub to go to another Dom, because he knew that Linda was too extreme for Janice. She got a glance from Bill and she understood she wasn't supposed to comment now, and turned back to her food.

"Janice did OK last night, but Linda threatened to feed her to the group if she didn't straighten up." Doug said sipping his own coffee. 

Bill's frown disappeared as Monica arrived at the table. 

"Sir, may I join you for breakfast?" Monica asked.

"Certainly, please do." Bill said.

Monica sat between Jennifer and Doug and leaned over to smile at Jennifer. Jen was now bright red and had stopped chewing her food. Monica laughed and said "It's OK sweetie. Bill, how was she after I left?" 

"Fine, in fact, she threatened to find Python if I didn't take her upstairs." Bill said looking at Jennifer. 

Jennifer felt her blush deepen and she lowered her head in humiliation. 

Monica laughed and said "If she had, she wouldn't be walking this morning." Monica eased her chair to the left and hugged Jennifer saying, "We're joking sweetie, you were awesome last night, and you belong here with us. There isn't anything to be ashamed of, but it's cute the way you blush. I wonder how long before she loses that?" The last part was directed at Bill.

"I don't know, I'm not sure she will anytime soon." Bill answered.

Jennifer said "I'm still getting used to this place, it's like all the social rules about sex were thrown out the window, and it's a little strange." 

Monica said "Jen, if you don't return to us in the next couple weeks, I am going to come and find you. You are a natural, I spent six weeks trying to get to sub space. I had about given up when I got there my first time. You dropped in like someone doing this for years." 

"When did you hit sub drop?" Jennifer asked.

Monica's face fell. "The same weekend. I hit sub space Friday night, and stayed there too long, I'd wanted it so badly by then. My Dom was a novice too, and made the mistake of leaving me there too long. Another Dom stopped the scene, he had more experience, and pulled me down. They both cuddled me, but in the morning, I lay there and cried, my whole body ached with horrible cramps. Bill cared for me all weekend, and with Theodore's help, I managed to recover enough to make it to work Monday." 

"Theodore ended the scene and cared for you?" Jennifer asked.

"No, Theodore was sent for, he helped care for me, certainly." Monica said. Looking at the clock she said "I have some things to see about then practice. Bill, please bring Jennifer to the track, she should see a pony racer up close once this weekend." Monica smiled at Jennifer and stood to leave. 

As Monica was walking out the door, Linda was coming in with her two subs in tow. Linda nodded slightly at Monica and then walked directly to the table where the three were sitting. Linda sat down and said "Bill, Doug, how nice, I've been meaning to talk to you." Linda turned to her subs. "You two fetch me a cup of coffee and a couple muffins. B, you know what I like." Turning back to Bill Linda didn't even glance at Jennifer. "Bill, I know you are usually so lenient and sharing with your friends, but could I impose?" 

"Sir, if I may, I was about to ask permission to wonder about a bit, stretch my legs and all. If that is alright with you sir?" Jennifer said.

Bill gave her an amused look, knowing she was putting on the show for Linda. 

"Little girl, I've been doing this much longer than you have, and if you don't think I'm smart enough to see through that little production, I am happy to disappoint you." Linda said with a snide edge to her voice.

"Sorry Mistress, I was trying to make it easy on Bill, I was trying not to cause a problem." Jennifer said.

"Jennifer, I hate to, but if you could find something to keep you occupied for a while, I'd appreciate it. Perhaps you could watch the Tai Chi, or participate if you like, I showed you where yesterday." Bill said. "After that, if I haven't joined you, go down to the track and join Monica, she'll be in the stables if you don't see her before."

Turning to Bill as she rose, she bowed her head, and said "Yes sir." She left the table and then watched the Tai Chi practiced on the large lawn area.

Before it was done, she headed towards the track, sure she could find it after Bill's tour yesterday. She came out of some woods and saw it, there were a few people in the stands and Jennifer was looking for someone she recognized when she saw Nicky and Edward chatting nearby. She approached them. 

"Jennifer, how's the weekend going?" Nicky asked.

"Fine, got run off by Linda at breakfast, she wanted a discussion with Bill and Doug." Jennifer said. 

"You picked the right place to be, watching Monica run is a treat." Nicky said.

Edward said "Speaking of our racing legend, I'm going to see if I can help Monica get suited up." 

"Can I be of any help?" Jennifer asked.

"Sure, come on, we'll find something for you to do." Edward said climbing down. 

Nicky called out "Make her put the tail on." and laughed.

"Bill told me about the tails, please tell me he was joking." Jennifer said.

"He wasn't, there really are tails, and they really go in." Edward said smiling.

They walked into the stables, and found that it still had stalls, but no hay anywhere. The floor was hardwoods, and each stall was a booth where an athlete could be outfitted, and presumably cared for. 

Edward approached a short thin woman who couldn't weigh more than 90 pounds and said "Mistress Elizabeth, may we be of assistance?"

"Of course Edward, give her a few more minutes of stretching and you can lace her boots for her." Elizabeth said pleasantly. "Who is your friend?"

"I'm Jennifer Mistress, Bill. I mean William brought me." 

"Don't worry dear, I know what the pink collar means." Elizabeth said smiling.

She turned to one of the stalls and said "Monica, we have help to get you prepared." 

"I heard Mistress, and they are always welcome. Especially that little hottie." Monica said with a cheery voice.

Jennifer followed Edward in and found Monica nude stretching on a gymnastic type of pad on the floor. She wore nothing except her blue collar. Jennifer saw her breasts, and while they were smaller than Jen's, they seemed more taut somehow. The dark nipples weren't erect, but they seemed to be tensed, expectant. Jennifer couldn't help but notice that Monica was completely shaved. Her mound was as bare as it could be. Monica was sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide, and stretching down one leg, and then the other one, finally in the center. 

Monica rose and shook her arms and legs and then nodded saying "I believe I'm loose Mistress." 

"Good, now Edward and Jennifer can do the boots, Heather and I will do the harness." Elizabeth said. Heather stepped forward holding a bunch of leather straps. Jennifer watched as the straps were run and connected until they made a harness which fit tightly. 

"Pinching anywhere?" Elizabeth asked. 

"No, it's good." Monica answered. 

The boots were next and Jennifer was talked through the lacing of them. Each crossing had to be snug, but not over tightened. Jennifer got the hang of it after a minute and finished not long after Edwards practiced hands. Monica flexed and stretched in the boots, and then nodded to Elizabeth. 

"Ok dear, time for your tail." Elizabeth said holding up a but plug with horse hair on one end. She was wearing gloves, and had obviously lubricated the plug with something. Jennifer felt her eyes open wide as Monica bent over, resting on a padded saw horse thing, and then was even more shocked when Heather stepped forward and spread Monica's ass cheeks apart. 

Elizabeth eased it in slowly, rotating it, and then finally it slipped home, the large mushroom shaped outer ring holding it steady inside. "How's that dear, good and comfy?" 

"Yes Mistress, it feels fine." Monica said dreamily. 

Edward nudged Jennifer and said "Want to try a harness on?" 

Jennifer shook her head not willing to trust her voice just yet. 

Elizabeth slipped the straps across the tail, threading the hair through a hole in them for that purpose, and then buckled the straps into place. "Give it a few deep bends, make sure it's comfortable." 

Monica stood, twisted, then bent over, then did a couple deep knee bends and said "Yes, perfect as always Mistress." 

"Good girl, now lets get you hooked up and we'll put your bit and head harness on, and we can do some light training today." Elizabeth said.

Monica nodded and moved into the main area between the stalls. She walked to a rickshaw type cart Bill has said was called a Bike. Monica knelt in what was obviously her spot. Edward and Heather hooked her to the poles, using clips to connect it to her harness. Monica stood and bent her knees checking things, wiggling a bit to settle herself into the harness. 

Elizabeth put the bit in, and then connected the head harness, finally connecting the reigns to the bit rings. "There you go girl, all set now for a little workout." 

"Then I'm not too late. Great, now if you all are done playing with Seabiscuit here, can you point me towards Monica?" Bill said walking down the isle. 

Monica smiled around the bit in her mouth. 

"Oh here she is, didn't recognize you girl, you make a damn fine pony." Bill said patting her head. 

Jennifer felt that they shared an easy familiarity that she was unaccustomed to. They all behaved like old friends, no that wasn't right. They were more intimate than that, like they had all been friends and lovers for a very long time.

Monica was led out of the stables towards the track, Mistress Elizabeth holding onto her harness and talking to her. Bill walked behind them slightly and followed. Jennifer walked alongside him and said "Is it done?" 

"Yeah, don't worry, we'll talk later." Bill said sotto voice. 

Jennifer followed and was amazed to see that Monica walked with a high stepping pride. Jennifer wouldn't have believed it but it was pride, and from her experiences with Monica so far, she seemed sane and stable. 

Elizabeth turned and said "Bill, you weigh more than Edward there, could you take Monica around for a few laps, the heavier weight will be good for her, and set her up for next weekend's race." 

Bill agreed and when they reached the track, Elizabeth ran over Monica's harness quickly and expertly. Bill stepped up and took the reigns and Monica dropped to knee to allow Bill to get into the seat. Bill positioned himself and it was obvious that the cart was intended for a much smaller person. Bill took the whip and said, "Alright Monica, let's go." 

"One walking, two at a slow canter, one light run, one more canter and another walk to cool her down. Monica, stop if something needs adjustment OK?" Elizabeth said. 

Bill flicked the whip and it snapped against Monica's ass. Monica didn't jump, she just started walking, the same high stepping walk she used from the stables. Jennifer stood with the rest and watched Monica walk around the track, she moved to the outside and stopped at the edge near the group. Heather went and adjusted one strap of the harness, and Monica nodded. 

Bill flicked the whip again and Monica started walking and then with a second flick of the whip, started to jog slowly. Jennifer watched the muscles flex and ripple as Monica did two laps around the track at the slow jog. 

On the third lap, Bill didn't flick the whip, he just said "Go on Monica, go girl." 

Monica picked up speed and soon was doing a good run around the track, Bill held the reigns and rode in silence. 

After the lap, Bill pulled back on the reigns a bit and Monica slowed back down to the light jog she had done as a "canter" earlier. Bill took her around once that way, and then slowed her to a walk for the last lap. Upon arrival, Monica again took a knee to allow Bill to exit, and once he was free, stood up and waited.

Feeling a little self conscious Jennifer stared at Monica, she looked so beautiful. She literally glowed with the sweat glistening on her body. As she looked up Monica's lean hard body and found Monica staring back at Jennifer. A fluttering sense of desire floated through Jennifer and she licked her lips.

Bill stepped up and said "Good girl, thanks for the ride, it was a treat." Petting Monica like a good horse. 

Bill handed the whip to Elizabeth and said "Put a hundred on her to win next weekend for me will you?" 

Elizabeth said she would as Monica walked to the stables as directed with Heather and Edward in attendance with Elizabeth. Bill waved Jennifer over to him.

"What did you think about the pony girl practice?" 

"Bill, that was the most, I mean it was, astounding. Monica seemed to be enjoying herself." Jennifer stammered out. She walked with Bill, making sure to be on his right side, as they slowly strolled around the track area.

"She was, she enjoys it, she runs during the week to keep in good shape for it. She trained for a year before her first race, learning how to trot, canter, and run in the harness. The tail is hers alone, no one wears or uses her stuff. The cart was custom built for her, to her specifications. She's an engineer by training and trade, and engineered her own cart within specifications of the race." Bill said. "She works hard to make herself the very best pony girl possible." 

Jennifer heard the pride in his voice, and was truly astounded herself at the effort that Monica seemed to put into this. 

"What about Linda, what did she want?" Jennifer asked.

Bill sighed and glanced around saying. "After you left she waved Randolph over, and asked him to join us. She explained that Janice had performed better, was far more relaxed in a private setting with her previously, but that she was balking this weekend. Linda said she was afraid that Janice might bolt all together, and wondered if Randolph would perhaps take over her initial orientation and training. It seems that Janice wasn't responding to the more advanced instruction yet. Perhaps a new softer beginning." 

Jennifer looked on in shock. "She came to the conclusion that Randolph would be better? I wouldn't have expected it from her." 

"Linda is a bit extreme, but she has been doing this for more than twenty years, and can recognize the difference between a little fear and outright terror. Apparently Janice was approaching terror, this works well, since it allows Janice to progress more slowly, and find her own comfort zone for her submissive side." Bill turned to Jennifer "You on the other hand, need to be more respectful to the Dom's, all of them, even those you don't like."




The Author Pt. 06



"OK, be nice to Linda." Jennifer said.

Bill slowed his walk and looked around before speaking. "Jennifer this afternoon there will be a Collaring Ceremony. Full discipline is in effect, which means you're on a leash, and expected to behave submissively." 

"So I'm supposed to bow to the bitch?" Jennifer asked.

Bill stopped and took Jennifer's arm. "No, I don't mean that, I mean behave like a Sub. Be deferential, submissive, respectful. If you are put in a position, stay there until told to move. Only obey commands from myself, and James who will officiate." 

Jennifer said "Ok, no problem Bill." 

They walked along and up the path to the Bungalows. Jennifer listened while Bill explained that Bungalow Five was in use tonight, for Celebrating, which meant sex wasn't a requirement, but was possible. 

"OK, so if we go, we wouldn't be expected to have sex, but we would probably see some, where? Don't tell me that someone is going to bang their brains out on the dance floor." Jennifer asked.

"You never know, some of them do have an exhibitionist streak in them." Bill said chuckling. 

Jennifer decided he was joking, playing with her but was also worried that he wasn't. 

They relaxed on the patio for a while, soaking up the sun until it got too warm. They went inside and chatted at the Café portion of the dining room. Iced coffee again and they took a light lunch. 

Jennifer looked around and saw people relaxing, some laughing, obviously joking. Others cuddling like lovers. She saw a guy and a woman across the room. The guy looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. Allowing her eyes to rove around the room she saw Python enter with a Sub Jen didn't know. The girl looked tired, and walked a little stiffly. Apparently she had been fed to Python last night, and looked a little worse for wear. Jennifer wondered if it was true, could he really be that big?

The dining room seemed to have a trickle entering, not everyone was going in, some like Bill preferred a light lunch. Monica entered the dining room, dressed in spandex hot pants, and a sports bra type top in electric blue. She looked freshly showered, and had a spring in her step as she walked. 

Nicky arrived and sat along the wall at the smaller tables next to a couple other girls Jen didn't know. 

"If you want to go over there, it's all right. We don't have to get changed for the collaring ceremony for a little while yet." Bill told her. 

"No, Nicky is a bit much. She's nice enough, just has a wicked sense of humor. She asked me if I had used the enema bottles for a water bottle." Jennifer said. "I thought I was going to die from humiliation. She apologized, but I was standing there beet red." 

"It's all right, she's been doing this for a long time, and uses humor to ease a novice into things. Honestly, I don't know if there is anything she doesn't find humorous." Bill told her. 

"She suggested I didn't need one, an enema, unless I was going to go extreme, or be anally trained by you." Jennifer said quietly.

Bill just nodded slightly.

"Bill, are you going to anally train me?" Jennifer asked suddenly a bit afraid.

Bill nodded again. 

"The hell you are." Jennifer said hotly, but still in a subdued voice. "I'm not getting anything up my ass." 

Bill turned his head slowly to look directly at Jennifer. He seemed very angry for a moment and then he nodded slowly, and looked back outside. 

Jennifer realized she had screwed up. She wasn't supposed to talk to him like that, but she was still annoyed that he had made such a decision without her input. She turned on her chair and crossed her arms. She was angry and she knew it. She noticed something out of the corner of her eye and turning saw Monica staring at them, looking from Bill to Jennifer and back. Finally Monica shook her head and walked off out of sight, headed towards the lobby.

Jennifer was curious what that was all about, and resolved to question Monica later. 

Jennifer recognized Michelle and without asking got up and walked over there. As she turned to sit down, she saw Monica again, this time she was talking to Doug, and she was staring at Jennifer again. This was getting to be a habit. Monica had better come up with a good reason for the staring.

After chatting with Michelle for about 15 minutes Nicky got her attention. 

"Jen, Bill's waiting for you." Nicky said.

"Let him wait." Jennifer said, trying to control her anger. 

"Oh shit, someone's got an attitude and needs a good spanking to get rid of it." Nicky said and giggled. 

Michelle seemed curious about Jennifer.

Leaning in Jennifer said "Bill intended to anally train me, he didn't discuss it, or ask me, he just made the decision."

Michelle said "He's the Dom, that's what Dom's do. They make decisions and we obey. If we can't obey, we are terrified, or it hurts, we safe word our way out. That's why your pissed? He was being a Dom Jen, that's all." Michelle glanced over at Bill who was trying to cover his waiting for Jen by talking to another Dom. "Jen, you're making him wait, and that's very bad form for a Sub. If I did that, Doug would spank my ass right here in the café." 

Jennifer hadn't yet gotten her attitude back under control yet and said "He came for me yesterday, he can come today." 

"He won't, he just walked out." Michelle said.

Jennifer turned and saw Bill was gone, as she rose to follow him, she noticed Monica again, and she was shaking her head slightly, but not looking at Jennifer, looking at the door which Bill had just gone through. 

Headed upstairs Jennifer found that their room was open, and Bill was inside staring out the window. Jennifer walked to him. 

"We can leave if you want." Bill said in a very tired voice. 

Jennifer noticed he didn't turn around, he just stared out the window. "It's just a lot to get accustomed to, sorry." 

Bill nodded and said "I know, and your doing great." His voice had a bit more energy, but not much. When he turned around his eyes had a sorrowful look that Jennifer had only noticed when Bill seemed sad, or depressed. 

Bill asked Jennifer to wear the dress they had brought, and the matching underwear. He dressed in slacks and a white button down shirt, no tie, no jacket. Instead of the motorcycle boots, he put lace up casual shoes on, leather, but not polished. 

Jennifer noticed he seemed really tired all of as sudden. Almost as if the effort of dressing was too much. No that wasn't right, he was distracted, withdrawn perhaps. She didn't know what to say, or do, and decided to try and behave more sub like for the rest of the afternoon. 

They went down to the same area where the Tai Chi had been done, and Jennifer saw that there were white wooden folding chairs arranged in a semi-circle. There were about fifty chairs arranged in three rows around a central area. Jennifer noticed that the other Subs were all wearing leashes, and were kneeling on the right of a Dom, and some Dom's had two subs, the second on the left. 

Bill walked to a chair, and then took the leash out and said "It's traditional I'm afraid." 

Jennifer held her chin up and let him attach the leash to the D ring intended for that. She lowered her head in what she hoped looked like she was submissive.

Bill sat in the chair and said "Ready position." 

Jennifer complied and knelt there as she had been instructed, trying to keep her head down, she would find she was looking up and around and would lower her head again.

Monica arrived and knelt before Bill and bowed to him in the greet another form. "Sir, may I stay with you for the ceremony?"

Bill said "Certainly Monica, it would be an honor." 

Monica seemed to stiffen at that, and then relaxed. Jennifer saw Monica attach her own leash, and hand the looped end to Bill, and then move to the left side of his chair. 

More Dom's and Subs were arriving, and the scene Monica had performed was played out with other Dom's around the circle. Linda arrived with "B" in tow and stopped before Bill. 

"B, Greet Master William." Linda said.

B immediately dropped and performed the greeting with grace and agility that Jennifer knew she didn't display. Everyone else did, but Jennifer hadn't got the knack yet.

"Subs, greet Mistress Linda." Bill said.

Jennifer went through the routine, placing her head on the backs of her hands, her palms on the ground. She told herself that no matter what, she wasn't going to move.

"Bill, I always think it's so sweet the way you have your partners play Sub like that." Linda said. 

Jennifer stiffened and her head came up an inch before she felt Bill's hand on her back holding her down. Monica hadn't moved. 

"Linda, this is a discussion we can have, but shouldn't we wait until after the ceremony?" Bill asked cordially. 

"Perhaps, but why travel that ground again." Linda told Bill, then to "B" she said "Recover." 

Jennifer twitched and breathed deeply to try and calm down.

Bill said "Subs, recover." 

Jennifer went back to the ready position and waited. Linda the bitch was going to be a real pain in the ass. 

Jennifer watched Randolph arrive with Janice in tow. Janice waited until Randolph was seated, and then stood until she got her command to kneel. Randolph petted her head and leaned low to talk to her alone. Jennifer wondered how much training Janice had been through, her motions were very graceful and obviously practiced. 

James stepped to the center and called everyone's attention. He gave the command to greet another master, and all the subs, Jennifer included, bowed to James at the center.

James conducted the ceremony, and felt a tear in her eye as Walter put a black leather collar on Cindy. Cindy had tears rolling down her cheeks, as she looked up at Walter with an expression of love and worship that made Jennifer envious for a moment. 

James asked the questions, and Cindy swore that she would be loyal to Walter, obey Walter, and keep him first in her heart. She swore that her mind, body, and soul would belong to her Master, and only her Master.

James then called for all the Subs to bow again, and then concluded the ceremony. 

Bill started to rise and for the first time since she had moved to his left Monica spoke, "Will you wait a minute Bill?" 

Bill returned to comfortable sitting, rising only to shake hands with Walter, and nod to Cindy. 

As the rest wondered off Jennifer was surprised to see Monica rise and move before Bill and return to a comfortable variation of the ready position. She hadn't heard a command, but perhaps she had missed it.

"Jennifer, I'm about to do something that will violate about a dozen rules, and I need you to stay there quietly, Bill and I are going to argue." Monica said.

Jennifer felt her jaw drop, and saw that Monica had angry fire in her eyes. 

Bill said "We are?" 

Monica said "Bill, it's been eight fucking years, when are you going to get over it and put your balls back on?"

Jennifer could feel Bill stiffen in anger and surprise. 

"Excuse me?" Bill asked.

"You heard me. Damn it Bill, you were a novice, I was too, we, not you made a mistake. I got dumped into a bad case of Sub Drop, we both learned, we both improved because of it." Monica said.

Jennifer felt her mouth open in shock, Bill was the novice Dom in the story? "Wait, Bill was the novice who went too far with you?"

"I said quietly Jennifer." Monica said.

"Monica, you had better have a real good reason for this." Bill said in a low warning tone.

"Or what, you going to punish me? It would be about time. You haven't punished anyone since. Not one red collar passed out in eight years. Not one single sub taken across your knee. Near as I can tell, the worst you would do is punish me with pleasure." Monica said mockingly.

Bill sat and stared at her, anger radiating from him in waves. "Monica, I don't know what's gotten into you." Bill couldn't finish the sentence as Monica cut him off.

"You are the best overall Dom for pleasuring a sub, of that there is not a single doubt. You are the absolute bottom of the totem pole when it comes to disciplining a sub." Monica told him. "We love the pleasure Bill, you know that, and you are exceptionally good at that. We also need the discipline, we need the thorns, we're Submissive' for God sakes. Every once in a while we are going to get flippant, and you need to spank us until our asses glow bright red." 

Bill seemed to deflate some and he said "I could have killed you in my ignorance Monica." 

"You didn't, Andre stopped it, you and Theodore helped me through the weekend. You brought me back, and asked me not to allow your failure to ruin the Dom Sub lifestyle." Monica said.

Jennifer said "I don't understand Bill, you were in College when you got into this right? You graduated 12 years ago, how could you be a novice eight years ago?"

"I started this in College, but I started as a Sub." Bill said simply. "We didn't do the public time like this, no parading around in outfits, we did dungeon scenes, and I was a submissive. My Mistress told me I was wasting my time, I wasn't a sub at heart, but a Dom. She was right, and she taught me the basics." 

Monica said "I can guess the rest, you had entered sub space fleetingly right?" Monica watched him nod. "When you finally got me there, you didn't know I was too far gone, flying along, to drop the doll." 

"I didn't know, I was too busy upping the scene, making it more extreme, and more dangerous without knowing it." Bill said in a small voice.

"I don't understand." Jennifer said.

"When you're flying in sub space, you kind of lose your inhibitions. A friend once video taped me, to prove it to me. He had me flying and said 'Now I'm going to cut your arm off.' and I said OK. It seemed fine to me, everything seemed wonderful." Monica explained. "As long as the endorphins are pumping, everything seems wonderful."

Bill picked up the thread. "Which is why the Dom is supposed to take over responsibility for the scene end, because the Sub may not be cognizant enough to know when to say enough. I fucked that up, and hurt you Monica." 

"Bill, Jennifer is a Sub at heart, you know that. If you aren't going to discipline her, she'll find someone who will eventually. You know that, you've seen it happen with Randolph how many times?" Monica asked.

"A couple." Bill allowed.

"A couple? Bill I can name five subs he's introduced, and all of them play with others because he's a good initial Dom, but a horrible advanced Dom. I know what you did for Janice, and it was the right thing. However just like Charlene, she'll go back to Linda eventually, for the more extreme scenes to push her limits in. That's why Linda was happy to give her to Randolph, she knew Janice would be back. Janice will go to a more extreme Dom in a few months, she will be longing for, needing, the discipline." Monica said.

Bill sat and thought about this. 

"Your Sub on the other hand, is ill disciplined. I bet she's noticed she doesn't do things right." Monica looked to Jennifer and got a small nod. "I watched her break position, raise her head to speak back to a Dom, that is totally unacceptable. I watched her get petulant with you in the café, and ignore her duty to you her Dom. Bill, you should have spanked her ass until it was the shade of that collar, she's far more advanced than her time indicates, she has a Submissive soul, and you know it. Don't ruin this for her because you can't get over a mistake, forgive yourself already, I did." Monica snatched her leash from Bill's hand with a quick flip of her wrist, and then stood up and walked away. 

Jennifer stayed and continued kneeling next to Bill, she could sense the pain within him choking him. "Bill, are you OK?" 

Bill nodded and said "She's right, Whenever I think of spanking, or giving pain for any reason other than pleasure, I remember how she looked in sub drop. I hurt her so badly, I can't seem to get over it." 

"Yes you can, and if you should punish me, well I don't think I can say pound the hell out of me, but you get the point." Jennifer said. "Monica's right, I've spent the last hour noticing how unlike a Sub I do things, kneel, bow, and all that sort of stuff. Janice moves much more gracefully that I do, an she's supposed to be a Novice too. 

"Linda trains with the crop, smacks the part of the anatomy that isn't right." Bill said.

"So do that, don't tear the flesh from my bones, but correct me." Jennifer said.

Monica stomped back into view and stood with hands on her hips. "One question Bill, have you been training her in pleasing you? I bet you haven't, I bet you have just been giving her all the pleasure you can, until her head is about to come off haven't you?" Monica spun on Jennifer, her anger propelling her now, unable to stop. "Let's ask a question of Jen then shall we? Has he told you how to suck a cock the right way?" 

Jennifer felt her jaw drop open in surprise. Before she could answer she turned on Bill.

"See, you haven't even begun her training as a Sub. Jesus Bill, give the girl a foundation of the things she's going to need to advance if you won't take her there. If you can't be man enough, give her to Linda or Destiny, they might be." Monica said.

That was apparently enough, or too much. Bill snapped and reached out and grabbed Monica's arm and drug her to him, bending her over his knee. He lifted the hem of Monica's dress exposing the sheer thong she wore. He began to spank Monica's firm rounded ass and she squirmed and squealed as the blows rained down on her cheeks. They jiggled with each blow, his hand leaving marks of dark crimson along her ass.

The sound was like gun fire to Jennifer who was inches away from the spectacle. Monica finally quit squirming and squealing and lay prone across his lap and took the spanking. 

Bill finally stopped and let her up. Monica immediately dropped to the Ready position and bowing down placing her hands on the ground assumed the greet another position. 

Monica spoke from the position and said "Sir, thank you, the sub needed that correction, and hopes you have forgiven her." 

Bill said "Of course, and thank you Monica, I do appreciate it." 

Monica waited and Bill finally said. "Recover." 

Monica stood and walked away rubbing her ass as she did so. Even with her dark skin, it glowed brilliant crimson. Jennifer thought it looked very hot from here. Jennifer swallowed hard and wondered if she was next. Feeling like it was stupid to have mocked him and acted so bratty earlier.

"Jennifer, we should discuss your behavior next." Bill told her using a tone she was unused to, a commanding tone.

Jennifer found her mouth go suddenly dry and her throat felt suddenly tight. "Yes sir." The words came out in a croak, like her voice wasn't going to work.

Bill turned to her and said "She was right by the way, discipline is important to a Sub, and I've been negligent in that department." 

Jennifer stared at him, she was going to get spanked like a little girl. This hadn't happened to her since high school, since that time. It was very different, Jeremy had only spanked her a few times, lightly. What she had just seen Monica get was obviously done to inflict pain, while Jeremy was playing some kids game.

"You were insolent, disobedient, and acted like a spoiled brat." Bill said. He then reached down and grabbed her arm. Jennifer found herself propelled across his knees in a position similar to what Monica had been in. 

"Wait, Bill, come on." Jennifer said trying to get out of this punishment. Wasn't she a novice, supposed to be given some leeway?

The blows started, his hand popping and snapping her ass. Each stinging blow was given to hurt, not like the light whipping, to warm her up, get her blood pumping. Bill wasn't warming her up, not that way. He was burning her ass with blows. Jennifer squirmed and tried to move her hands but he intercepted and pinned her hands and kept spanking her.




The Author Pt. 06



Jennifer started to cry, tears flowing down her from her eyes as her humiliation and pain overcame her. She stopped struggling, and took the punishment. She had been bad, she knew it, and knew she had deserved this, earned it.

Finally, Bill stopped spanking her, and propelled her back to her kneeling position. Jennifer moved sluggishly but was trying. She was still crying, tears of pain rolling down her cheeks. She moved her hands to her ass and felt the burning flesh and knew it was glowing bright red.

"That's not your ready position Jennifer." Bill said simply.

Jennifer jerked her hands around, and put them on her thighs where they belonged. She lowered her head and stared at the ground. She didn't want to look around, she didn't want to look up at him, she wanted to stay here and be good. 

Bill leaned down and said "I love you, and I want you to be the best sub in the world, it's in your soul Jennifer. I was negligent before, I'm sorry, and will improve to stay ahead of you, to be what you need."

Jennifer nodded and said "Thank you sir." Jennifer tried to remember the phrase Monica had used. "The sub was disobedient, and needed to be punished." 

Bill said "You seemed to have an issue with receiving training. Apparently while you were pouting and acting up, it never occurred to you to consider that if the training is too extreme, the safe word would come into play." 

Jennifer admitted to herself that she hadn't considered that. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir." 

Bill took her leash into his hand and said, "Recover, come along Jennifer." 

Jennifer stood and walked on his right side, her pink leash leading to his hand, and she felt shame, she stole chances to rub her hands over her burning ass. 

They arrived at the house and Bill turned and said "Go visit with the other subs, I wish to talk to James. Leave the leash on, it will let everyone know you misbehaved." 

Jennifer nodded while keeping her head down, and went to the small tables at the wall, her leash dangling from her collar, proof of her being punished to everyone who saw her.

Nicky was sitting with Monica and laughed as Jennifer approached. "God Jen, you look like he paddled you for an hour." Nicky said.

Jennifer gingerly sat down on the bistro style chair. It didn't hurt much more to sit than it did to stand. 

Monica laughed and put a hand out. "Sorry Jen, but you needed it, so did I." 

Jennifer looked up and Monica nodded. "See Nicky, she's not mad at me, she's not mad at Bill, she's a sub at heart all right. Unlike you, she's an all around Sub." 

"A what?" Jennifer asked.

"There are different types of Subs, some are discipline subs, they need the punishment now and then to feel good about themselves. Some are bondage subs, they get off on being tied up. Some are sexual subs, they get off on being dominated during sex. Give them an order when they're horny, and they would do anything. Finally we have the performance Subs, people who get off on doing their show for a crowd." Nicky said. "From what I've heard and seen, you are an all around Sub, you respond to all of them exceptionally well." 

"I don't understand, what kind of sub are you?" Jennifer asked.

"I respond best to the sexual, I have an overwhelming desire to please my mate, whoever it is, I want them to curl their toes. I can't get off until I'm sure they are enjoying themselves." Nicky said.

"I haven't performed yet, what makes you say I would be good at that?" Jennifer asked

"You are performing now. When Bill didn't take the leash off, and you had to understand this, it was saying that you had misbehaved. It's telling all of us you were a bad girl and are getting punished." Monica said. 

Jennifer looked around sheepishly but made no move to remove the leash. She looked back at Monica and found Monica smiling. "Look at that sparkle in her eyes, look at those nipples perk up, she is getting off on this." 

Jennifer couldn't admit it to them, and was even a little ashamed to admit it to herself, but she was getting warm. Her pussy that had been sore was now getting humid, and Jennifer tried to play it off. "It's just a little cool in here after being outside." 

Nicky laughed and said, "Yeah, that's it Jen, your just cold." 

Monica smiled and said, "Go with it Jen, don't deny yourself, just be what you are deep down inside." 

They sipped their drinks and chatted about people, places, and things that went on here. 

As Jennifer visited with Monica and Nicky, and found to her amazement that Monica was a Professor at an Atlanta College. Nicky was a trust fund kid who was just enjoying life. The girls had been talking for about an hour when Heather showed up.

"Hey Nicky, I'm planning to take you on at the celebration tonight. I want everyone to see you go down." Heather said sitting down.

"You don't have a prayer Heather, I swear Nicky can keep swallowing until it comes out her ass." Monica answered.

"I've been training. I can take her." Heather replied.

"Good luck, you'll need it. Winner gets Python tonight." Nicky said.

"If it's a tie?" Heather asked.

"We share of course." Nicky said with her usual wicked grin.

Jennifer swallowed audibly trying to imagine this. 

"You'll have to forgive Jennifer, she's untrained in the oral arts." Monica explained.

"What? What the hell has Bill been doing?" Asked a shocked Nicky.

"Apparently not much." Laughed Heather.

"I think I'm ok." Jennifer said defensively. 

All the girls laughed and then Monica said, "Take notes tonight, Nicky can curl a guys toes in a minute. I swear she can suck a guy back to life who has been dead for a week." 

"That's kind of gross Monica, seriously though, love and sex are skills, the skills are learned. All it takes is a desire to learn, and a desire to please your mate." Nicky said.

The arrival of Bill interrupted the conversation. "Pardon me, however I would like to take Jennifer away to dinner, and invite Monica to join us if she would like." 

"I'd be honored Sir, in fact, I wanted to talk to you about something anyway." Monica said keeping her head down, showing a great deal of deference.

"Good, come with me please." Bill said removing the leash that still dangled on Jennifer's collar.

After walking the buffet line and filling trays with delectable food, the three sat at a table. "Monica, you wanted to talk to me about something?" Bill asked.

"Yes, I was wondering how welcome I would be in Statesboro." Monica said.

"I would assume you would be quite welcome, I know a visit from you would be unprecedented, but a welcome change." Bill said.

"I'm looking at moving to Statesboro." Monica said. 

"Why?" Jennifer asked. "I mean, I thought you were teaching in Atlanta, that's way too far to commute."

"I've been offered the chair of the engineering department in Statesboro, so I would have to move." Turning to Jennifer, and with a pause Monica continued. "Jen, I don't want to take anything you have, and I don't want you to feel I'm trying to push you away. If I accept this job, I'd be a friend, not a sub if you understand the difference." 

Jennifer blushed and said "That's not what I meant Monica, I swear, I think your great, and I just didn't understand why you were leaving Atlanta." Turning to Bill "Tell her it's ok." 

Bill was smiling and laughing silently at this sudden discomfort of Jennifer's. "Monica, your welcome in my house, all my friends always are welcome. Jennifer and I, and I'm taking the liberty to speak for her, would welcome your visits." 

Monica already smiling at Jennifer's flustered response nodded. "I wanted to make sure that you understand Jen, that Bill and I are friends, we haven't done a scene in years."

"Not since the sub drop." Jennifer said understanding.

"So we're friends right Jen?" Monica asked.

"Yeah, of course Monica." 

Dinner ended and the three of them watched the sun set over the trees and then Bill led them to the Bungalow where the celebration was already in full effect.

"Do you think Nicky has finished beating Heather yet?" Monica asked.

Jennifer said "God I hope so, I don't know if I can watch that."

Monica laughed and said "You really got to work on her before we start using her as a lamp, look she's glowing bright red again."

Jennifer struggling to change the subject said "I wish I could see you run next weekend Monica, cheer you to victory." 

"Yeah, friends are always a big help when you're running half naked in front of a thousand people or so." Monica said. 

"Bill, is there anyway we could go?" Jennifer asked.

"It would mean that we would have to stay in a Winnebago, the rooms at their main house and their bungalows have been reserved for a year. I can take the time off the book, I'm stuck anyway. Perhaps the vacation would do me good. It would mean a lot of work on your part, and more clothing." Bill said obviously considering. 

"James is taking a Winnebago up there, he's also shipping our bikes, I'm taking care of my own harness and equipment." Monica said.

"James also has six other people sleeping in the Winnebago, forgive me Monica, but I don't sleep too well in a cramped and crowded space." Bill said. "Let me see what I can do, no promises, but I'll take a look at it." 

Monica smiled at Jennifer and then put her arm around her. "Little Girl, you might be helping me get suited up next weekend for my big race."

Jennifer smiled back and said "Ok, but I'm not doing the tail, I nearly passed out this morning just watching it." 

The music was already audible as they approached the bungalow. Entering Jennifer took a look around, and saw people dancing, drinking cups of punch, and obviously enjoying themselves. Men and women were dancing, some in groups, some in pairs, and not always with opposite sexes. Two guys were dirty dancing nearby, and a slight look to the left found two girls doing much the same thing. Jennifer stopped dead in her tracks and swallowed hard. 

Monica took her arm and said "Come on, let's get some punch, we can dance in a little bit." 

Jennifer saw Doug and Michelle dancing well beyond the dirty dancing stage across the room. The music changed and Jennifer looked around and saw what appeared to be a computer managing the music. Some electronic DJ program probably. A sort of techno song was on and the guy wanted to fuck like an animal. OK, Hedonism run amok is what she had thought before, and nothing seemed to diminish that opinion. There was something else too, she was surprised, but strangely not offended by what she was seeing. She quickly glanced around and saw that no one had an angry or offended look upon their faces. 

Taking the punch from Monica, she took a drink and blinked as she realized that there was enough Rum in that punch to put a fleet of sailors on their backs. That is when she realized that there hadn't been any alcohol around yet. "Monica, I didn't think you all drank, I mean there hasn't been any drinks before." 

"We don't drink when we are doing scenes, but there isn't going to be any bondage here tonight. Don't drink and flog, that's our motto." Monica answered.

Jennifer shook her head laughing. She turned and followed Monica to a group of others, and saw Nicky laughing, as usual with a couple guys nearby. Monica joined the group and asked what was up.

"Ok, get this, Jimmy heard about Heather's challenge and wants to join Heather and I in the suck off. He says he can out suck any old girl." Nicky said holding onto Monica to steady herself. "Where is Heather, we got to try this. I think he's going to lose bad. Hell I bet Jennifer could out suck him." 

Jennifer started to ease back away from Nicky, before Nicky sucked her into this game.

Heather arrived sipping her punch and said "All set up Nicky, a selection of dildo's from six inches to fourteen inches." 

Jennifer looked around for Bill praying she could find him and hide behind him while this was going on. 

"Great, Jimmy here says he wants in, and I think Jennifer wants in too." Nicky said.

"Jennifer? Cool, jump right in." Heather said.

Jen was busy shaking her head from side to side. Not no, Hell NO. 

"Python, start us up, announce everyone, and let's get the show on the road." Nicky said.

Python moved towards the computer and tapping a couple keys stopped the music. Taking a Microphone he stepped onto the dance floor and started to speak. "Dom's and Subs, we have a challenge for the unofficial title of deep throat champion. The reigning champion is Nicky, and she'll be defending her title tonight." Nicky stepped out on the dance floor and smiled at the crowd with a gleam in her eye.

Python pointed at Heather "Our first contender, Heather, a Submissive of three years experience, who's been training hard, working on the technique to maximize her chances for victory." 

Heather stepped out and waved to the applauding crowd. Jennifer was trying to slip away but Monica was holding her arm. 

"No Monica, I can't do it, I'll be embarrassed. Imagine being humiliated by a guy who can suck better than I can." Jennifer said with a bright red face. 

"Jimmy can't suck his thumb. Everyone knows that, well everyone but you. If you can handle the six inch dildo, you'll at least beat him. Last time he sucked it back, gagged, and was on the floor coughing in the first round. It goes up from there to the eight inch and so on. Trust me, if you took half of Bill's length, you can out do Jimmy." Monica said in Jennifer's ear. "Besides, Python is going to announce you next, and if you run, then you'll be humiliated. Give it a shot, see how we react to someone who tries something new." 

Jennifer heard Python and saw Jimmy up there rolling his neck and looking like he was in training for something. Nicky was whispering in Python's ear and looking at Jennifer. Nicky had a wicked grin on her face.

"Finally, we have Jennifer, a novice, who is enjoying her first weekend here with us, who wishes to join the competition. Dom's and Subs, I know you'll make her feel real welcome, so I present Submissive Jennifer." 

Jennifer was pushed out to the floor by several hands and heard the applause from the gathered people. She hesitantly stepped forward, afraid to go forward, and far more afraid to go back. Draining her punch and praying for the liquid courage promised by the rum, Jennifer went to Nicky and said "I may never forgive you for this." 

Nicky smiled "Don't worry sweetie, it's all in fun, and having fun is the whole point." 

"Ok, the rules are simple, each will take a turn at the dildo, starting with the smallest one. From there they move up until they are eliminated by the length. Successful swallowing of the dildo is achieved when there is only sufficient shaft remaining to hold by the fingertips without gagging. This amount, not to exceed an inch, is used for removal of the dildo. In the event of a tie on the last dildo, we will crown all who have achieved that level as champions." Python explained to the crowd. 

The six inch dildo was brought out on a red pillow, and presented first to Nicky. Nicky promptly picked it up and without turning her head up, sucked it in, and then slid it out flicking her tongue along the edge of it while smiling at Python. Heather repeated this performance. Then Jennifer was next. She focused on the task, picking up the Dildo and put it in her mouth, it didn't quite reach the back of her throat, so she was safe. Thank God. 

Jimmy picked it up, smiled at everyone confidently, and then turning his head up slid the dildo into his mouth. He held it for a second, and then turned bright red, coughed the dildo into the air, and bent over double coughing with his hand over his mouth. 

Jennifer heard everyone laughing and clapping. 

"Outstanding Jimmy, you have done so much better this time. Last time you didn't hold it for a second before you coughed it up." Python announced and Jimmy waved to the crowd and headed towards it with tears coming out of his eyes. 

No one mocked him, no one jeered him, they laughed, but not cruelly Jennifer discovered. 

Turning she found Nicky grabbing the eight inch dildo. This one had rubber testicles attached and Nicky sucked it back, raising her head slightly and the rubber balls hit her chin. Nicky then got the crowd cheering as she licked the balls while keeping the shaft in her mouth. Then removing the dildo wiped it with a towel before handing it to Heather. 

Heather licked her lips, and looked a little nervous as she slid it into her mouth turning her head up and allowing it to enter her throat, the balls rested on her chin, and she flicked her tongue out to lick them, then removed the dildo from her mouth. After wiping it with the towel, she passed it to Jennifer. 

Jennifer looked at it, and decided it looked a bit like Bill, he was about that long, but thicker, which was nice. OK time to do this. Jennifer swallowed once, and turned her head up slid the dildo into her mouth, it reached the back of her throat, and she fought the gag reflex. She held it there for a second, and then removed it quickly. She coughed once and tried to breath. Edward took the dildo and wiped it down taking it and putting it in a bucket. 

Python announced that all three qualified to move along to the next one. Edward presented a ten inch dildo to Nicky, who flicked her blond hair back and then swiftly swallowed the dildo. This one had no attached testicles, so she held it by her fingertips, and then slid her tongue out to lick the base of the dildo, before removing it. 

Edward wiped it down and handed it to Heather, who took it swallowed it's length with none of the ease that Nicky had shown. It was obviously a struggle for her. She held it for a moment, and then removed it with her eyes watering. 

Jennifer knew she couldn't do it, knew she would choke on this thing. It was huge, and it scared her. Deciding she would try, she tipped her head back, and took it into her mouth, sliding it back, she felt it hit the back of her throat, and she tried to push. Gagging immediately she coughed it up and pulled it out of her mouth. She bent over choking and held her free hand under her mouth. She held the dildo out to Edward to took it and helped her stand up. Cheers from the crowd and applause followed. Jennifer stepped back to where she was to find Bill waiting for her beaming with pride. 

"Jennifer, I'm so proud of you. You were wonderful, and looked great out there." Bill told her. "What made you decide to compete?"

"I was set up, and then shoved out there." Jennifer said giving Monica a playful shove. 

Bill smiled and gave Jennifer a supportive hug. "No matter, you were great babe." 

Jennifer smiled at Monica and said "I owe you one." 

Nicky was passing the 12 inch model to Heather when Jennifer turned back. Heather was looking worried, and managed to get it into her mouth, and the attached rubber balls touched her chin, Heather was turning red as she pulled it out. She gasped for breath and nodded when Python checked on her.

"She's OK, and ready for the next one friends." Python announced. Applause followed and cheers from the crowd as the final fourteen inch model came out. "Now this one surpasses even myself, so I can say that this makes even me feel somewhat inadequate." Python joked. 

Nicky smiled at him and then licked the head of the fourteen inch dildo. She turned her head up, and slid it down her throat. Jennifer watched Nicky's throat swell as the length literally went down it. Nicky held it there, licked the attached testicles, slid it halfway out and then taking her hand away, started to swallow it down again to cheers from the crowd. Her throat swallowed, and moved the dildo down until the attached rubber balls were resting on her chin. Finally removing it, she wiped it down and handed it to Heather.




The Author Pt. 07



Part 7: New Beginnings

The following is a continuing work of fiction, any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional.

* 

Waking to the light of day Jennifer found that she and Bill were in bed together, and Monica wasn't there. Jennifer's morning fog let her know that Monica wasn't there, but not what was going on, or where she was. Each night for the last three, she had slept in a different room. It was really starting to disorient her. Jennifer climbed out of bed and looked around for her clothing. The pile on the floor was a confused mass, but she managed to find her dress, one shoe, and her thong. There was a second thong there, probably Monica's, or so she hoped.

Sliding the dress over herself, she left the room for the restroom. She bumped into a nude Monica in the hallway, apparently on her way back to the bedroom. "Hey Monica." Jennifer greeted.

Monica smiled and pulled Jennifer close and kissed her a passionate good morning. Breaking the kiss and looking into Jennifer's eyes said "Good morning lover." 

Jennifer smiled in return and felt her nipples tighten. Monica looked so good in the nude. "I have to use the bathroom, Bill's still asleep." 

"Go, I'll wake him, I want to get to breakfast." Monica said.

Jennifer hurried to the bathroom and when she came out went back to the bedroom. Monica was in her dress, and wearing both shoes. Monica held up one of Jennifer's shoes.

"Thanks, I have the other over here." Jennifer said. 

Monica leaned over and said "Did you enjoy your weekend?"

Jennifer looked at Monica and said "Yeah, I did. I kind of like you being in Statesboro this year."

"Yeah, we're going to have to talk about that, but first breakfast, I'm starving." Monica said.

"Where's Bill?" Jennifer asked.

"In the bathroom, I think he can find the dining room and join us, in the meantime, let's go eat. Worst case scenario is he spanks us again." Monica said with a wicked smile.

Jennifer followed and walked to the main house. There were a few people in the main room where the dancing had been going on, all nude, all obviously still sleeping off their sexual activity of the night before. Jennifer glanced around, but made a point of not seeing anything while striving not to step on or wake one of the exhausted orgy participants.

Jennifer loaded her tray up with food, like Monica, she was starving. She had just sat down when Bill walked in and smiling waved at them. He hit the buffet line and joined them at the table. "Couldn't wait huh?" 

"Bill, I drug her away, I was starving." Monica said.

"It's OK, I figured this is where you two had run off to." Bill said with a shrug. "Good morning by the way." 

They ate in silence and as they sipped coffee Monica said, "Bill, I'd like to drive Jennifer to Statesboro. I'll have to run by my house in Atlanta, but I would like to spend some time talking to Jennifer, if it's OK with you both." 

"OK, but don't you work this week?" Bill asked.

"No, we're on break this week, I don't work until next week." Monica said.

"Jennifer, any objection to this?" Bill asked.

"No sir, I would like to spend some time with Monica." Jennifer asked.

After breakfast they all retired to get cleaned up, and Jennifer dressed in her new shorts and loose fitting cotton shirt. They were comfortable and almost felt like a Nun's habit after a weekend of skimpy outfits. 

"Go on with Monica, I'll take care of your luggage, and Jen, remember that I love you." Bill said. 

"Of course, I love you too Bill." Jennifer said.

Jennifer went to the lobby and then the office counter. She saw Monica waiting, and turned in her collar. It had been with her all weekend, and now suddenly she felt strange taking it off. 

They walked to the parking area, and Monica put her luggage in the trunk of her Toyota Camry. Monica started the car and drove to the gate, where they reclaimed their ID's and cell phones. Turning left, Monica drove away from the ranch.

"Jennifer, you know how I feel about you, and I wanted to make sure you don't have a problem with that, no morning regrets." Monica began.

"I don't, and I feel like I should, but I don't." Jennifer said.

"OK, good, because I had an idea last night as we were with Bill, and it stuck with me while I was dreaming and I woke to it. Now, I want to know how you feel about it. Honestly feel about it, not think, before I do anything else." Monica said.

"OK, what is this idea of yours?" Jennifer asked.

"I want us both to be collared by Bill, and I want us both to have the same master, always together, the three of us." Monica said. 

Jennifer gaped at Monica, and after a moment said "Wait, aren't you with Leo?" 

"Last year, I would have said I loved him, six months ago, I would have said I liked him. Now, it's like we go through the motions, and last week he suggested we start playing with others, since we're growing apart." Monica said. "I was planning on getting used to being a solo player this weekend, and then you and Bill jumped into my heart." 

"Monica, I'm sorry your having some problems with Leo, I don't know you well enough to say this, but are you sure you aren't grabbing someone handy to keep from being alone?" Jennifer asked softly as Monica got on the highway towards Atlanta.

"Jen, last weekend I looked for Bill hoping to talk to him, and see what he thought. He was my first Dom here, and has offered great advice over the years. When I saw you, a rush ran through me. Friday night, I wanted to send him from the room and take over your pleasure myself. If I hadn't left the room Friday night, I would have sucked your tits right there. I wanted to be naked next to you, holding you. I was still trying to keep some distance Saturday, knowing I would be in the same town with you in the future." Monica said. "I feel like a teenager in love, and when I got my tail on Saturday at the track, all I could think of was Bill mounting me while I licked your clit Jen." 

"I don't know what to say Monica, this is all so new, and happening so fast, I haven't had time to get my feet under me yet." Jennifer said softly. "I'm scared Monica, what if I wake up and this isn't for me?"

Monica pulled over to the shoulder of the highway and turned to Jennifer. Leaning in, she brushed her lips to Jennifer's. Jennifer pursed her lips out gently, then a little harder. Then Jennifer's tongue entered Monica's mouth as her hand gripped her head. They embraced and Monica asked "How do you feel now Jennifer?" 

"I think I'm in love with two people, a man and a woman. I may be going insane, but I'm happy I guess." Jennifer said slowly, obviously searching her feelings. "I guess that's why I wasn't mad Friday night." 

Monica pulled back into traffic and soon they were at her apartment in Atlanta outside the college. After throwing a few cloths in an overnight bag, they headed south again for Macon. Arriving in Statesboro, chatting the whole way, they now felt more comfortable with each other, having told life stories on the road. They both expected Bill to accept the offer as they arrived at his house. After all, what man would argue with the idea of two beautiful women who wanted to offer their minds, bodies, souls, and hearts to him and each other.

"I wonder if Bill will be happy to break us in tonight?" Monica asked. "I'm looking forward to spending more time with you and him."

Jennifer laughed and said "Me too, and with luck this discussion won't take too long."

Monica stopped suddenly and waved Jennifer over glancing quickly around and at the windows. "I have a wicked idea. Since what we want is for him to be our Master, let's show him." 

"What? Oh, I did that Thursday, when I came here after Beth and my Mom." Jennifer said with sudden understanding. 

"We sneak in, get naked, and go to him and bow right?" Monica said. "He can't help but understand, and see the advantages." 

Nodding and holding her finger to her lips Jennifer stepped to the door, opening it slowly peeking around. She didn't see Bill, but could hear him in the office, there was the sound of fingers on a keyboard. They quickly undressed and then held hands. Monica nodded once to Jennifer and they walked down the hall into the office.

Looking up from his typing Bill's jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide with shock. He watched the women walk towards the desk and then stop facing him. They both knelt in the ready position, hands on their thighs, knees spread about a foot apart, and they knelt there looking down submissively. 

Taking a moment to compose himself he rose and walked around to the front of the desk and leaned back on it. Then he got the second surprise. Both women bowed, and placed their heads on his shoes, Jennifer on his right shoe, and Monica on his left. 

Bill watched this for a moment and then said "Recover, and explain." 

The women simultaneously recovered to the ready position, and then Monica began. "Sir, we've been talking, and find our mutual attraction for not only one another, but you, leads us to believe we would be happy with you, together." 

"We believe we should be collared, and owned by our Master, you Sir." Jennifer said.

Taking a moment to inhale the suddenly thin air Bill composed his reply. "I notice that you bring this to me as a fait accompli. Nothing for me to do is there, no discussion needed. I just need to step into the spot you have designed for me, is that it?"  

"Sir, we believe you would be satisfied with our proposal." Jennifer said.

"We long to call you Master." Monica finished.

Bill looked from one to the other. "If I agree, it's with certain conditions. First rule, no resentful feelings, no jealousy. If you feel it coming on, talk it out, get over it." Bill said sternly. "Second rule, as of this moment, no masturbation, you must have another bring your orgasm on, that means Jennifer, Monica or I can make you come, but you can't on your own understand?" 

"Yes Sir" Jennifer said.

"Monica, the same goes for you, that body belongs to me now, Jennifer or I can bring you to an orgasm, but not on your own understand?" Bill asked as sternly.

"Yes Sir." Monica answered.

"Finally, I expect instant obedience. If I give an order, you either obey, or safe word, there is no other option." Bill said.

"Yes sir" Both women answered. 

"Jennifer, your first assignment for the morning is to find a Winnebago we can rent, I will not allow my slave to go and compete without the rest of her family present." Bill said.

"I'll start the search first thing sir." Jennifer said.

"Monica, you said you intended to fly to New York, I'm going to assume you have tickets already, leaving out of Atlanta right?" 

"Yes Sir, I do have round trip tickets already." Monica replied.

"You need to decide if you wish to travel with Jennifer and I, or if you wish to fly. I personally hate to fly, and would avoid it if I could. However, you have the tickets, and have the choice to make. In the future, I'll help you make such decisions." Bill said.

"Yes Sir." Monica said.

Bill turned and walked to the back of the office and said, "Monica, we have something else to discuss, how will Leo react to this. He has been involved with you for some time now." 

"Sir, if I may, Leo has been dissatisfied with the Domination scene for some time now. He has told me of his fondness for bondage, but not the domination." Monica said.

"So you believe you are in effect finding a Master, and freeing someone else to follow their dreams?" Bill asked.

"Sir, I've found a Master, one who will see to my total needs as a Submissive. I've found two people who I love, and that is all I could ever want." Monica answered. 

Bill was silent for some time and said "There is so much to discuss, so much to consider ladies. Living arrangements, where and how will we live? Do you both wish to stay here?"

There was a moment while the girls considered this then Jennifer spoke. "Sir, I have an apartment and as has been pointed out, it's tiny. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy with any living arrangements you may suggest."

Monica answered. "I live in an apartment now, I had considered buying a house with some savings, a down payment anyway. I could easily continue saving and put my furniture into storage sir." 

"Looks like I'm going to need a larger bed." Bill said softly. "Come with me both of you." 

They retired to the living room, where the girls got dressed at Bill's direction. "I would love to play, but before we do, we need to hash out all the details. I don't want any surprises or regrets when we start this. I don't want it to end with animosity, I want open eyes going in, and living in this house."

They talked all afternoon, and touched on every subject that any of them could think of. By the time they went to make dinner, the conversation was over and it was time to consider the implications of what they were all about to go into. Bigamy was a crime, and it would have to be understood that marriage was impossible, Bill would not choose one over the other. 

After dinner, they all cleaned up and they all went to the living room to watch TV. Well to look at TV and think about it. Jennifer sat next to Monica, and wondered about so many things. She found her hand holding Monica's and realized it had felt completely normal, like it belonged there, like it was meant to be there.

Jennifer looked from her hand to Monica, who was looking at her. They locked eyes, and after a time just nodded at the same moment. They hadn't spoken, but had reached an agreement. They could live with this, they needed to live like this. No words were needed to agree to everything. To agree to live together with Bill, as his slaves.

Bill was watching the girls, not the television, and nodded slightly himself. "Get your luggage, there is a guest room upstairs with two closets, you'll find it on the right side top of the stairs." 

The girls moved, they had instructions to carry out, and each of them had searched deep and found an intense desire to serve, to serve Bill at least.

They took their things to the room indicated Bill was waiting. "If you feel stressed, you will retire to this room. This is your safe room girls. If you are in this room, it's as if you just gave me the safe word, and you need time to arrange your minds." 

"Yes sir." They replied in unison. 

"I'll be getting a bigger bed for my room, a king sized or better, with room for all of us to sleep." Bill continued. "I also haven't decided on wardrobe in the house. I would certainly enjoy seeing you all nude all the time, however that seems a little unnecessary to me."

The girls smiled at that. 

"For now, go downstairs, the proper attire for the basement is nude." Bill told them. "When I get to the basement, I expect you two to be ready to accept whatever I choose to give. That includes pain as well as pleasure." 

Both women moved quickly down the stairs hoping for the pleasure. They arrived at the door to the basement and Jennifer ducked into the library to grab the book and the key. Showing it to Monica, she opened the door and went down to the basement. Flipping the lights on Jennifer moved to where she had been undressed and showed Monica around quickly, while taking her own clothing off. In a minute, both women were nude and kneeling facing the stairwell waiting for Bill to arrive.

Monica took the time to look around while kneeling and waiting. She saw the usual assortment of bindings, whips, floggers, and paddles. She had seen nipple chains and clamps, ropes, and dildo's arranged on a shelf. No strap on Dildo's though, of course, Bill wouldn't need a strap on, but Jennifer and she might. Monica smiled thinking of that image.

Jennifer was waiting and watching her friend look around. Apparently she hadn't ever been here before. When Monica smiled Jennifer wondered and finally asked "What?"

"I didn't see any strap on toys, I think we, that is to say you and I, could use some." Monica said.

Jennifer blushed and smiled herself. They then heard the sounds of footsteps on the stairs, and knew it was time to get serious about their fun. 

Bill appeared looking stern and glanced at the two women as he walked to the bindings. He pulled two sets from the shelf and then to the girls said "Stand." 

As she stood Bill took each of their wrists and bound them in black leather, buckling the leather bands on. Then he did the same to the ankles of each of the women in turn. 

"Monica, by the chains, Jennifer, you will assist me, and learn more about the submissive lifestyle." Bill Commanded. 

Bill connected the bindings to the quick releases and then explained how they worked to Monica, who seemed impressed by the simplicity of the quick releases. In a minute, Monica was spread eagle from the chains which hung from the ceiling and were attached to the floor. 

Bill then told Jennifer to blindfold Monica, and then to gag her. As Jennifer put the red ball gag in to Monica's mouth, she smiled knowing the pleasure that Monica would be subjected to soon.

Bill started to warm her up and to Jennifer he pointed to nipple clamps resting on the shelf. Monica took them and began to lick and suckle on Monica's nipples. Monica's dark nipples grew erect quickly, and Jennifer put the clamps on them. Monica gasped as the first one took hold, and then whimpered as the second one was attached. Jennifer saw Monica breath in an effort to relax into the pain. Bill stepped up the swinging of the horse hair whip he was wielding. Jennifer could hear the stinging contact the whip made as it now became more painful. 

Monica's breathing became regular, and she moaned more. Bill pointed to a mink glove, and Jennifer understood, having had it done to her, she grabbed it and Bill pointed at an 8 inch vibrator. It had a hummingbird which was apparently for the clitoral stimulation. Jennifer saw Bill wave her over and Bill explained in whispers what he wanted done. Jennifer nodded and moved to comply. 

Kneeling before Monica, she found that her cunt was already wet. In fact, it was leaking fluids down Monica's legs. Jennifer wanted to lick and taste that sweet nectar once again, but had instructions. She began to rub Monica's legs with the mink glove while turning the vibrator on low. She rubbed Monica's slit with the vibrator, and slowly inserted it into her dripping love hole. Monica moaned and ground her hips, trying to get more stimulation. Jennifer looked at Bill and he shook his head, no more just yet. Make her hot, make her suffer with desire.

For the next 20 minutes, Jennifer rubbed Monica's belly and ass, her thighs and breasts with the mink glove while gently rubbing her labia and occasionally inserting the vibrator into Monica's love hole. Monica was now panting, and obviously desperate for relief. Jennifer saw motion from Bill, and looking up saw him gave a signal. 

Pushing another button on the base of the vibrator, small pearl like beads began to rotate and Jennifer inserted the vibrator until the spinners were inside Monica. Monica moaned again and then made a sound like a dog begging. Jennifer removed the spinners, leaving only the tip of the vibrator inside. Bill was watching, and Jennifer had to admit that this was fun, knowing the torment that Monica was in, her entire being focused on her sex. 

Monica was desperate, she was ready to agree to anything just to come. Bill stepped forward and removed the gag. Monica worked her jaw for a moment and then started speaking. "Please let me come, oh God Sir, I'll be good, let me come, please I need it so much, please make me come sir." 

Bill nodded to Jennifer and Jennifer activated the vibrating hummingbird portion and then inserted the dildo into Monica until the hummer hit the clit. Monica moaned and then cried out in pleasure as Jennifer stepped all the different stimulators up to max power. The spinners rotated fast as the vibrator hummed loudly. 




The Author Pt. 07



Reaching around Bill removed the first nipple clamp, and kissed the nipple, licking it gently. As he removed the second clamp, The humming bird stimulated the clit and then Monica came. It was obvious. She was shaking in the chains, grinding her hips, crying out in passion, in pleasure. Jennifer watched amazed as Monica's muscles strained to pull on the bindings. Monica cried out long into the night, no words were distinguishable, but Monica came and came for a long time.

Nodding at the scene, Bill said "Enough Jennifer."

Removing the vibrator, Jennifer turned all the vibrating and spinning off and watched as Monica started to come down. Bill set the whip down and the nipple clamps. He took Monica into his arms, and released the bindings on her ankles. Monica's legs wouldn't hold her and she dangled from her wrist chains. Jennifer released the wrist bindings and helped move Monica to the couch, where she knew what would happen next. Wrapped in a blanket, the three of them cuddled to keep Monica from hitting sub drop. 

Monica started to move and she looked at Bill and said "Wow, that was incredible." Turning and finding a smiling Jennifer holding her from behind Monica kissed her and let her hands roam over them both. Jennifer's hands roamed over Monica's overheated body, finding her hole wet and willing. 

Finding that Bill's cock was out and in Monica's hand Jennifer suddenly wanted have a replay of last night. Bill instead rose and brought them to the leather topped table. He put Jennifer on the table, and gave Monica the vibrator to use on Jennifer, and then when Monica was licking and sucking on Jennifer's cunt, sunk himself to the limit in Monica's waiting wetness. He began to pump Monica while Jennifer discovered first hand the pleasures of that particular vibrator. The spinning coupled with the vibrating and the clitoral stimulation was intense, and she was moaning quickly. 

Monica came again to the feeling of Bill's testicles slapping against her clit, and then she doubled her efforts on Jennifer. The orgasm surprised Jennifer, she didn't think she was that close, but the sudden application of the hummingbird to her clit sent her over the edge. Bill was waiting there, his hard cock still wet from Monica's juices. Bill turned Jennifer and sunk himself into her wetness, and then guided Monica to Jennifer's clit. 

While Bill slid his length in and out of Jennifer, Monica licked her clit. Bill fingered Monica as Jennifer came again, moaning her pleasure out to the night. Bill slowed and allowed Jennifer to recover slightly.

Turning so her cunt was positioned at the edge, Monica continued to lick Jennifer and picked up the vibrator again. Bill shifted and slammed his raging cock into Monica. Monica groaned and shoved back at him. Setting the Vibrator for maximum again, she slipped it into Jennifer. Bill reached down and ground his thumb into Monica's clit. She came screaming in a minute and Bill pulled out of her as his own orgasm swept over him. He ejaculated on Monica's back, covering her ass and lower back with his semen.

Jennifer saw this, and wasted no time squirming around until she could lick at Monica's back, cleaning it, and then lowered her head to lick at Monica's wet love hole. 

Bill turned and leaned on the table and then the girls scrambled off of it, and took him in their wet and willing mouths. As Jennifer sucked on Bill's cock Monica shook her head.

"Girl, you need to use more tongue, and swallow the cock, take him into your throat." Monica said. "Here let me show you." 

Jennifer backed off and watched as Monica began flicking and teasing the cock with her tongue, and then slid her mouth down it's length, her lips reaching the end of the cock, her tongue slipping out to lick the shaft as she eased back. Jennifer tried and did better, and felt Bill stiffen as the combined efforts of two sexy women worked their magic.

"Love it Jen, don't try and rush it. It's a cock, a friend, and brings you pleasure, take all the time you need to pleasure it. There is joy is service." Bill told her. "Slow down, relax, and enjoy yourself." 

"Now, shift your position, moving back a couple inches. Right, now when you go down this time, shift your head until a straight line exists from your mouth to your throat." Monica continued giving directions. "Now when he reaches the back of your throat, just before he reaches the gag spot, swallow him down into your throat." 

Jennifer tried, and gagged immediately on his now erect cock. She backed off a line of saliva trailing from his cock to her mouth.

"I said swallow it, not gag on it. Gagging is a different thing all together. Watch me Jen." Monica said. She licked her lips, flicked her tongue over the cock, and then slid her mouth over the iron hard cock. 

Sliding her mouth down about five inches, she hesitated, and then swallowing obviously took the last three and a half inches in. Jennifer could see Monica's throat swell near her mouth, and knew the cock was right there. Monica began to swallow repeatedly. 

Bill groaned in pleasure as Monica performed this technique. Monica slowly slid up his length, teasing him with her mouth and tongue as she eased back off it. 

"Now, let's fuck, we can work on your technique with some dildos later, I want that cock in me now." Monica told Jennifer with lust in her eyes.

They both turned and scrambled and bent over the edge of the table, their legs down, their pussy's aimed at the again rock hard cock behind them. They kissed and Monica moaned as it passed her labia, entering her pleasure center. Jennifer smiled and continued kissing her friend as Bill picked up the pace. She wasn't jealous, nor even slightly envious, she was happy her friend was getting pleasure. She also knew that her turn was coming up soon. 

"Now her Bill, fuck her." Monica said. "I want to watch it."

Bill moved back withdrawing and moved one step to the left. Jennifer had her ass stuck out and was waiting anxiously. Bill entered her burying his length in her hot wetness. 

Monica moved, turning on the table, and caressing Jennifer's back. Watching the cock piston in and out of Jennifer's cunt. Monica began to lick her middle finger, getting it wet, and then she began to rub Jennifer's asshole. 

Jennifer felt this and while intensely erotic, her eyes opened in surprise. "Hey." She cried.

Bill smacked her ass cheek and obviously gave Monica some sort of go ahead sign. Monica stuck her finger in the opening, working it gently into Jennifer's ass. Jennifer felt it enter her and then an orgasm overtook her shaking her joints loose. She gripped the table and grit her teeth, grunting and then crying in pleasure. Monica gave a last wiggle and then withdrew her finger.

Jennifer turned and saw Monica at the shelves, scanning along each shelf and then grabbing something. "Found it." Monica said in obvious delight.

Bill withdrew his cock and waited while Monica rubbed lubricant on his penis, already soaked with Jennifer's and Monica's fluids. 

"Jen, you are going to watch this, and see how she takes it." Bill said. 

Monica was rubbing her ass the small bottle on the table as she leaned over it. "God Yes, I haven't had this in too fucking long." Monica's voice was heady with passion, and excited by the prospects. 

Jennifer stood and looked, seeing the slick oily lubricant between Monica's ass cheeks. "Oh God, you're going to put it in her ass." Jennifer said in disbelief. 

Bill smiled at her, and then stepped forward, lining up his cock with the puckered little hole. Bill eased it in slowly, taking his time, Monica's breathing was coming in fast little pants. The asshole stretched around his cock, and then slid down his length as he entered her rectum. 

Monica moaned and started to try and speak. Her words came out in pieces. "God yes, oh god, that's. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah." 

Jennifer stared at the spectacle and turned to see Monica's face. She was obviously enjoying this, reveling in it. Monica's right hand was playing with her pussy, and Jennifer put a hand on her lower back. 

"Spread her cheeks, give me better access." Bill said as he eased his cock in and out of the ass. 

Taking Monica's ass cheeks Jennifer spread them allowing Bill to enter her fully. He did.

"Talk to her, tell her things like this." Bill said softly leaning towards Jennifer. "I'm fucking that ass Monica, that ass is mine."

Monica squirmed and grinned. "Fuck it, fuck my asshole." 

Jennifer looked at Monica and shrugged saying "He is fucking it. He's driving in and out of that ass like he owns it. He does own it. He owns that fucking ass and he's taking it Monica." 

Monica started to shudder and then came with an obviously powerful orgasm. Behind her, Bill tried to ride the quivering muscles as they gripped and held his cock in her. He started to fuck again, harder, faster and Monica cried out her pleasure. 

In another minute, he was driving rapidly into Monica's ass and then suddenly pulled out of her. Jennifer saw the asshole gaping wide to accommodate the girth of Bill's cock. She saw the hole closing, as flesh and muscle returned the ass to what it was before the penetration. 

Monica spun around on the table, and grabbing Jennifer she knelt before Bill dragging Jennifer down with her. Jennifer understood, Bill was going to come, on both of them. Bill was pumping his cock with his hand and it began to pulse with the coming orgasm. The first stream landed across Jennifer's face, and Bill waved it back and forth as he pumped it, and it shot stream after stream of semen on the girls. Jennifer glanced at Monica and saw her holding her mouth open, trying to catch some of the semen. Jennifer mimicked her friend and realized she was too late. Bill was dribbling now, his orgasm subsiding. 

Monica turned and licked the semen from Jennifer, cleaning her. Jennifer returned the favor licking it from Monica. Monica suddenly stood again and went to the shelves. She found what she wanted immediately. She returned to kneel beside Jennifer. Monica opened a tub of baby wipes and took two out. She began to lovingly clean and stroke the cock that had just been in her ass, and shot come all over her. Jennifer looked and saw a towel. She picked it up to dry the beautiful cock before her. 

"Hand me a wipe please Jennifer." Bill said. 

Jennifer fumbled but handed up a wipe, and saw Bill wiping his hands casually with it. Of course, he had stroked his cock with his hand.

Turning she saw Monica finish wiping down the soft cock. Jennifer reached up and gently dried it with the towel. 

Monica smiling leaned in and kissed Jennifer. "I think we'll make a proper slave out of you yet. You have a lot of slut in you, and that always helps." 

Bill smiled down at them and said to Jennifer "Did you like the orgasm when she stuck her finger up your ass?" 

"It was incredible, It felt like the orgasm was centered not in my clit, but in the general vicinity. I can't explain it." Turning to Monica she said "Is anal sex always like that?" 

"If it's good, yes. If he's lubed, yes, if he takes his time entering, giving you time to adjust, and compensate, yes it's incredible." Monica said kissing Jennifer again. "You'll see." 

Monica turned again and kissed the cock that had just given her so much pleasure. Jennifer leaned in and kissed it as well. Understanding that this was part of the ritual, of loving the cock.

"Let's go upstairs, I'm wiped out ladies." Bill said. 

Together they went upstairs, and took turns in the bathrooms. Jennifer snuggled up on one side of Bill, holding hands across him with Monica, her girlfriend. Smiling they went to sleep, cuddled close on the queen sized bed, knowing that soon they would have a bigger bed to make love on.

Waking to a new day, Jennifer found she had been the last to wake. Bill and Monica were already gone from bed. The usual morning fog accompanied her to the bathroom, and chagrined, Jennifer realized she didn't have any clean clothing here at Bill's. It was all at her own apartment. Everything here was dirty, worse, her shorts were downstairs in the basement, leaving only her skimpy slaving clothing upstairs. 

Suddenly landing on inspiration Jennifer lunged for the dressers and rummaged until she found a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt of Bill's. Correctly assuming that they would cover her, and probably someone else too. As Jennifer dressed she could hear the rattle of plates and pans downstairs. She could smell that breakfast was ready, and she was hungry. Tying the waist string very tight Jennifer hustled down the stairs to breakfast. 

Arriving in the Kitchen, Jennifer realized she had made a mistake. Bill was wearing pants and a sports shirt, Monica was nude. Bill's hair was wet, and it was obvious he had already showered. 

"Good Morning Jen." Bill said. "You're just in time for breakfast. I was about to come get you." 

Jennifer felt self conscious being dressed, since Monica was nude, but Bill didn't say anything. "Um, I'm sorry, I guess I shouldn't have dressed." 

"No, actually I was going to mention to Monica that I work out of my house, and often visitors show up without any appointment. While I certainly appreciate the scenery, it might be a bit more embarrassing than we would like." Bill said.

Monica laughed and said "I can see it now, the local Church group shows up and finds two nude women in your house." 

Joining in the laughter Bill continued the thread. "Then I have to call the paramedics to deal with the gaggle of hysterical women on the front yard." 

Monica sat at the table with a plate of the usual breakfast foods. Gesturing to Jennifer she said "Come on Jen, I'll dress after breakfast." 

Bill sat and waved at a chair for Jennifer. "Besides, we have to talk. Jen, after you get cleaned up I know you want some clothing, but I need you to try and line up a Winnebago for us. After you do that, then you can take the rest of the day and round up any clothing you need OK?"

Jennifer sat and nodded. "I don't have anything here to wear, so I grabbed this." 

"I know, it's alright, really. Monica, I presume you have something to wear?" Bill asked.

"I can find my pony girl stuff easy enough." Monica said with a wicked grin. "Perhaps we can lash together a bike, and you could take me for a run." 

"Monica." Bill said warningly.

"Ok, Yes, I have clothing, I was planning on hanging around town for a couple days before I headed to New York." Monica said more seriously. 

As they ate Bill gave details of what he was looking for in an RV. Jennifer nodded and finished breakfast. King sized bed, if possible. Shower, and spare beds, even if they are fold out thingies. Preferably Diesel, but that isn't a biggie.

Jennifer finished breakfast and then dashed upstairs to shower. While she was shampooing her hair the shower door opened and Monica stepped in. 

"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me Monica." Jennifer said holding a hand to her chest. 

"Sorry lover, I didn't mean to, I just figured we could conserve water." Monica said with a grin. 

"I have work, and we don't have time to conserve anything." Jennifer said with her own smile.

Rinsing and jumping out of the shower while Monica held the soap and washcloth with a hopeful expression on her face.

Jennifer dried herself and her hair, and then put the sweats back on. Rushing downstairs she found Bill already at his computer, researching a clue he wanted to insert into his book. Booting her computer, she started to search for RV rentals in Savannah. Finding one business, she called it to try and reserve a Winnebago. No luck, all of them were out.

Looking online she searched for twenty more minutes, and made two more phone calls. 

"Sir, I'm sorry, but there aren't any RV's available to rent in the state." Jennifer reported.

"Damn, well check in New York, and I guess we can fly up. I hate flying with these bullshit regulations that don't do a damn thing to make you safer." Bill grumbled as he read and typed away at his computer.

Jennifer searched the web again, and found some rental places. An hour later she hung up the phone after calling all of the places she could find in New York. "Sir, no luck, according to three of the rental places, this is a popular time to rent RV's. One did have a tent trailer, but that was all he had left." 

"Son of a bitch." Bill swore in frustration. "Fine, we can't rent one, I'll buy one. How much do those damn things cost anyway?" 

"I don't know, somewhere around a hundred grand." Jennifer offered.

"About half of a house in other words. OK. There is a place in Savannah isn't there?" Bill's brow furrowed as he tried to think of the place. "Some RV world right?" 

Jennifer tapped keys at her computer and told him the business and where it was located.

"Good, take Monica, go to your apartment, get changed, and grab some of your clothing. Enough for a week or so." Bill instructed. "Then head to Savannah and see if any of them meet our needs. If they do, call me and start the paperwork with the dealer. I'll arrange payment." Bill instructed.

Jennifer jumped up and rushed to find Monica, who was in the living room with a book.

"Come on Monica, we have a job to do." Jennifer said. 

Monica who was dressed finally, shrugged and grabbed her purse. "What's the emergency?" 

"We can't rent an RV, so Bill's going to buy one if we can find one on the dealers lot that meet's our needs." Jennifer said grabbing her purse and keys.

"No he's not." Monica turned and stormed into the office. "Who do you think you are buying an RV just so you can go see me race?" 

Bill dropped his head and shook it slightly. Breathing deeply he was obviously counting to ten before replying.

"I appreciate the efforts you have gone to but this is insane. No one buys an RV for one weekend. I'm not going to stand by while you blow that kind of money just so you can watch me run around a track." Monica said with her right hand on her hip, and her left waving around gesturing as she ranted.

Looking up Bill said to Jennifer "Please go downstairs and bring me the large riding crop." Turning his head slightly he said in a more commanding tone, "Monica, Ready position." 

Monica froze for a moment and then slowly lowered herself, a confused look on her face.

Jennifer hesitated until Bill looked at her again and then she turned and went to the basement, returning in a minute with the crop. Monica was kneeling and had her face turned to the floor. 

"Now Monica, since you wish to misbehave, you will be punished." Bill began. "Apparently you think this is a democracy, it's not, I am a dictator, chosen by you, to be your personal dictator. When I give an instruction, it's to be carried out to the best of your ability. It's not your position to allow me to do something, it's your duty to do what you are told, when you are told, as well as possible." 

Turning to Jennifer Bill asked "Did you tell her my instructions?" 

"Sir, I told her we had to go see if an RV at the dealer was available to meet your needs." Jennifer said. 

"Monica, did she tell you that?" Bill asked.

"Yes sir." Monica said subdued. 

"Instead of following that direction, you storm in here and interrupt my work and this is the best part, start to give me instructions. Now, for your information, and this is the only time I will ever do this. I have considered getting something like that for when I go on book tours. It would allow me to travel in a modicum of comfort, and avoid flying which I detest. I could also use it when I travel to interviews and other travels. Assuming one of you could learn how to drive the damn thing with me, I could even work while we roll. Of course, none of that popped into your head Professor, no you just assumed I was going insane." Bill said coldly.




The Author Pt. 07



Standing before Monica he tapped her shoulder with the crop. "I think ten lashes with the crop should help you remember your place, don't you Monica?" 

"Yes sir." Monica said.

"Elbows and knees, with pants lowered. I want nothing but naked ass looking at me." Bill commanded. 

Monica rose to lower her pants to her knees. Then while remaining on her knees, she lowered her body until her ass was sticking up in the air. 

"You don't need to count, I'm perfectly able to do that myself." Bill said.

Then he struck her ass with the crop. Nine more times the crop rose and fell and Monica cried out each time it struck her. By the time number ten landed, she had tears rolling down her cheeks and her ass was a dark crimson. Jennifer stood there and watched it with her mouth open. 

"Now, go with Jennifer, and follow my instructions. Recover Monica, and don't let this happen again." Bill said sternly. 

Monica rose, and then pulled her pants up as she stood. Tears rolled down her cheeks and Jennifer was surprised to see a look on Monica's face that resembled the awe that children have as they look upon a superhero at an amusement park. Monica worshipped Bill at that moment. 

Bill set the crop down, and hugged Monica close to him. "You were very brave, and I know that hurt, you did very well accepting your punishment Monica. Now, go with Jennifer, and trust your Master, and most of all, obey your Master." 

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, I'll be good. Please forgive me." Monica sobbed into his shoulder.

"You are forgiven, once you have been punished, forgiveness is automatic." Bill said.

Monica turned and wiped her eyes as she followed Jennifer out of the house. They took Jennifer's car and Monica kept shifting position. 

"Are you OK?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, my ass hurts, god almighty he laid into me. Of course, I deserved it, I kind of wondered if he was going to back off, go soft on us. I can tell you he's not going soft." Monica answered.

"We need to go by my house, part of his instructions, and let me change and grab some clothing." Jennifer said.

Monica was drying her eyes and looking at them in the vanity mirror and turning to Jennifer said, "Anything he says, we do." 

Nodding her agreement Jennifer pulled into her apartment's parking lot. Running upstairs, Jennifer changed her clothing to jeans and a t shirt. Then she rushed around gathering as much as she could manage. Monica stood there in her tiny living room and when she arrived with one box full of clothing, Monica took it downstairs. Jennifer rushed and gathered up whatever else she thought she might need, and followed Monica downstairs. 

Monica was waiting by the car and they left for Savannah. Finding the RV showroom, Jennifer went in and shrugging decided to tell the truth, sort of. "Hi, I work for Bill Carter, and he wants an RV, and he would like it by tomorrow morning at the latest." 

"OK, um he does know that the credit application usually takes a day or two right?" The salesman asked.

"No, I think he intends to buy it outright, you know, cash." Jennifer said.

"Well I'm sure we can do that." The smiling salesman said. "What does he want or do you know?"

"Diesel would be preferred, king sized bed, and kitchen, he also was interested in some other beds, like hide a bed I guess?" Jennifer said.

"I have three on the lot with King sized beds, let me show you." The salesman answered.

Jennifer and Monica were surprised at how nicely appointed the RV's were, and after looking at the three, Jennifer got Bill on her cell phone. "They have three here, one gas and two diesel. I think one of the Diesels will meet your need sir. The price however sir, is more than double what we discussed earlier. They don't have anything in stock, and say it would be difficult to order one to your specifications at that price. This one has a sticker price of $258,564." 

"I'm on my way, get the salesman to start talking to whatever manager he has to. If he thinks I'm paying full sticker price, tell him to think again. I can drive to Charleston in the time it would take me to negotiate." Bill said. 

Jennifer hung up and relayed the message. The salesman's smile faded somewhat but he excused himself and left the office. By the time Bill arrived and found the RV did meet his needs, and in fact exceeded his expectations, the price was even agreeable. Telling the man to start the paperwork, the three went to lunch where Bill began to outline the rest of the weeks plans.

"It's a thousand miles to the Farm in New York, we have to outfit it with pots, pans, and all food stuffs. That includes laundry items for the machine onboard, and that's a nice touch. We'll need plates, hell everything." Bill said. "I also want you two down in the basement picking out some items you think should go. Monica, you can go online and order anything I don't have that you think I should. Jennifer you'll call Denise and order some more outfits. Have them delivered to us care of the farm in New York, she'll know what to do. We pull out Wednesday morning, and with a little luck, we'll be pulling in Friday morning. If we're delayed we'll arrive in the afternoon."

"Bill, I have a question, that thing is as big as a house, and I don't know how to drive anything that big, and I doubt Jennifer does. Do you know how to drive it?" Monica asked.

Bill looked at her smiling. "In college, during the summers, I would work at my Uncles trucking company. At first, all I did was wash the trucks when they came in, then he had one of the drivers teach me, and I took the test. I still have my CDL, and that thing is smaller than the trailers I used to pull."

"Yes sir." Monica said. "I should have known." 

Bill nodded slightly. "Come on, we need to go by the bank before we head over to the dealer. There is a branch down the road here, and that will be our next stop."

Returning to the dealership they watched as Bill signed the papers, and gave them a cashiers check for the full amount, drawn at the bank down the street. The salesman almost broke his cheeks smiling so largely at the check. After filling all the tanks to service the RV, Bill drove out of the lot, Monica took his car, and they met at the nearest Wal-Mart. Bill parked and then got out.

"The fuel tanks are about empty, I'll fill up before I drive it to the house. No problem with any of that. OK, remember cleaning supplies, personal and the living area girls. Have at it." Bill said walking with them. "Meet you all in an hour or so, and we can go over what we have. Don't forget bedding, make it three sets, I'm going to assume we'll be soiling the sheets." 

They shopped, and made a significant effort to buy Wal-Mart out, rolling to the lot with four shopping carts full of packages, and boxes, loading them into the Itasca RV. Bill told the girls to take the soft things, the bedding and other items they had selected, and head towards the house, wash everything twice. The dishes and silverware too.

The women headed towards Statesboro while Bill headed to get fuel and a couple minor modifications. He arrived two hours later and told them. "After fueling up, I had a CB installed and the antenna's tuned. Truckers know more about what's going on with the roads than anyone else, and they are willing to share the information on the CB."

They spent part of the afternoon ordering more things. Monica ordered sex toys she thought the three of them would want. Jennifer spoke with Denise and ordered outfits for the next weekend, and then took her soiled outfits to be cleaned. She would get them back the next day.

When Jennifer returned to the house she found Monica dressed for exercise. "I need to run at least two miles today. I'll be back in about forty minutes or so." 

Monica came back, stretched out from the run, and then took a quick shower. Jennifer kept stealing glances up the stairs imagining herself climbing into the shower with Monica, and rubbing her down.

At dinner, the three of them smiled as they realized how much they accomplished and Bill told them so. "Ladies, you have done exceptionally well today, now after this weekend, we might take trips now and then to see the nation. I told you I hate to fly, and I do. I grind my teeth at the stupidity of the security regulations. Now, I don't have to endure it, and will have a comfortable place to retreat to after whatever appearances I have scheduled. When we return, I'll need to get a trailer to tow a car, I can't see myself showing up at a book signing in New York City in that behemoth, however I can easily see myself retreating to it after the crowds and insanity of that particular city." 

After dinner Bill called James, Doug, and some of the others to make arrangements. James said he would take care of the weekend pass at the Bar D ranch in New York, and then gave him instructions to punch into the GPS the RV had. 

Tuesday saw them busy again, loading out the RV which Bill had plugged into the house the night before. The Freezer was ready to accept food, as was the Refrigerator. The Satellite TV system was activated, and the Satellite radio. Bill grumbled about that one, but good naturedly. By Tuesday night, the RV was loaded, and the people were exhausted from the labor of the trip preparations.

Bill was exhausted and went to sleep early, while Jennifer and Monica spent some time playing. Monica helped shave Jennifer's legs and pubic hair. "Girl, I love this little heart." Monica said as she stroked the rapidly heating pussy.

"It means I'm loved." Jennifer said. "You should trim yours the same way. You are loved too." 

"Yeah, I think I will." Monica said. 

Then Monica leaned in and kissed Jennifer's cunt and whispered up "I love to taste you."

Pulling Monica to her Jennifer kissed her passionately. "Do you think we'll get in trouble for this?" Jennifer asked.

"No we won't, remember I can't masturbate, but can ask you to make me come, and vice versa." Monica answered while kissing Jennifer's neck.

"Yeah, I can make you come, and you can make me." Jennifer breathed. 

The floor of the bathroom was barely large enough, and Jennifer perched on the edge of the tub as Monica nibbled on her nipples. Placing her hands on Jennifer's hot center, Monica licked her way down, and surprising Jennifer didn't lick her cunt, but instead lightly bit Jennifer's inner thigh.

Squealing Jennifer smiled at Monica and then they moved again, placing themselves in a 69 with Monica on top they licked and fingered one another on the bathroom floor. Licking and kissing the pussy of each other, they made love on the floor. Monica came quickly with Jennifer's fingers driving in and out of her wet center. 

Rolling onto her back, Jennifer sighed as Monica began to work her gently and then came with a moan of pleasure as Monica licked her clit and fingered her G-spot. 

They kissed for a while, caressing and enjoying each other, and then tried to silently steal out of the bathroom, and joined a sleeping Bill in bed. 

In the morning, they would wake early, and start to head for New York, and Monica's Pony Girl race. 



The Author Pt. 08



The Alarm woke the trio in the morning. Bill reached for it but couldn't reach it without climbing over Monica. Monica groaned and reached for the Alarm and silenced it. 

"Someone tell me how I got to be near the alarm?" Monica grumped.

Bill was the first to start moving, and Jennifer started towards the bathroom to address her overwhelming urge. After she used the toilet and then washed her hands. Coming out of the Bathroom she found Monica still in bed and Bill rummaging around in the dresser. Turning he took his chance for the toilet. Monica groaned and sat up and began moving about the room. Jennifer paused as always, Monica was simply so beautiful. 

Monica turned and smiled when she saw Jennifer looking at her. Monica stepped up and said. "I'm not usually a morning sex person, but in your case, I'd make an exception." 

Jennifer giggled and leaned forward kissing Monica. "I think we have some things to do, but that's not it." 

Monica hugged Jennifer and reveled in the feeling of breast pushing on breast. Whispering into Jennifer's ear as Bill exited the bathroom. "You know, he's going to be driving all day, which means we'll have to find something to occupy us." 

Jennifer felt a rush through her and whispered back. "I'm sure we can think of something." 

Bill was at the dresser and said. "Ladies, we should be getting ready to leave. We have a long way to go today." 

Breaking the embrace Monica sighed. "OK, we're coming Bill." 

Jennifer flashed a wicked knowing smile. "Well, not yet we're not."

Bill chuckled as he dressed. Putting on comfortable casual pants and a button down shirt then he sat on the bed to put on his shoes. Looking up he took a moment to admire the two women who were with him. Jennifer who was younger and softer, with larger fuller breasts. Her brunette hair was just past her shoulders and down her back. Long legs, and a beautiful ass that begged to be caressed and spanked. 

Monica was more athletic. Her breasts smaller but her ass was absolutely firm and you just wanted to grab it and dig your fingers in as you pounded into her. That she was a genius was a given. Bill understood that Monica's Doctoral dissertation was a brilliant document which she was paid to advise upon to several corporations. He had listened to Monica explain it, and was lost completely in minutes as she explained the need for metallurgy and structural engineers to more closely co-operate.

The three of them finished dressing for the day and then went downstairs. A light breakfast and the last minute things were loaded into the rolling home. Bill closed all the sliders, reducing the width of the motor home to something that would be safe to run on the roads. Bill walked around making final checks on the vehicle. Tapping the inside and outside dual tires to make sure they both had air in them, checking visually for leaks and any problems. Jennifer walked with him watching carefully.

"Bill, what are you looking for?" Jennifer finally asked.

"A thousand little things that tell you something could be wrong. I'll show you later." Bill said completing the walk around inspection.

Jennifer hesitated. "You think something is wrong with the car?" 

"No, it's a habit you develop when driving something this big. A flat tire on the road is a big problem, especially one of the dual tires. A small leak could lead to an engine auto shut down. Something hanging loose could break loose and injure someone." Bill began opening the door. 

"Is that going to happen?" Jennifer asked.

"No, not if you double check." Bill said escorting the lovely young lady into the RV.

Jennifer joined Monica on the sofa and Bill settled himself into the drivers seat. As he pulled out of the driveway, he tried to get accustomed to the large vehicle. As he drove to the interstate, he drove slowly to give himself more time to react and handle the RV's capability. He'd only driven it short distance so far, and wasn't yet comfortable in it.

Jennifer sat back with a book and Monica moved to sit in the passenger seat. Bill merged onto the interstate and headed towards Savannah. The GPS had originally suggested he take state highways at first, Bill had overridden it. For truckers, the big road, Interstate quality highways were preferred. Fewer cross roads for some teenager to pull in front of the truck and die from the misperception that trucks could stop on a dime.

Turning North on I-95 Bill settled back and bumped the cruise control up a couple miles per hour. Turning to Monica, Bill spoke. "Monica, we have a problem. Jennifer's lack of training in basic position and behavior is fine in family, but is going to be embarrassing for her in a couple days." Bill smiled at Monica. "Take her into the back, and start working with her. I'll see how she's doing later. I'll give a yell if I need anything." 

Monica smiled and turning to Jennifer and rose to walk back to the bedroom. "Come on sweetie, we're going to teach you how to act like the sub you are." 

Jennifer smiled slightly. Monica had a wicked grin, and that couldn't mean anything good considering Bill's instructions. 

As Bill drove through South Carolina, he would hear the occasional yelp of pain from Jennifer as Monica corrected her. The outbursts were preceded by a sound that could only have been the snapping of a riding crop. Monica was teaching Jennifer how to kneel and bow and move with something approaching the grace that a truly trained slaves would. Bill's assertion that he would see how she was doing later meant that Monica couldn't spend the whole day making out with Jennifer. Not that it would happen, Monica loved to play, certainly. However no one wanted sex twenty four hours a day. 

Bill gave a yell to the back. "I'm pulling off the interstate. We're going to stop for lunch."

Monica came forward a few seconds later. "Good I'm hungry." 

"Jennifer?" Bill asked.

"She's OK, she's getting dressed. Her positions are really getting pretty good. Her movement is not all that graceful though. She's going to need time to get that going." Monica said simply.

"You had her naked in the back?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, the crop sings so much better on bare skin." Monica said grinning.

Pausing for lunch at a restaurant the trio ate and chatted amiably in North Carolina. Bill explained he was shifting further west in his trip to avoid the Washington Baltimore corridor and traveling to the Bar D by a slightly more circular route. 

As they drove away from the Restaurant, Monica noticed Jennifer sitting on the couch and looking slightly confused.

"What's up sweetie?" Monica said sitting down next to Jennifer.

"I'm just a little worried about this weekend. It is kind of scary you know?" Jennifer said.

"Yeah, I feel the same way. It was a little easier last year when the race was at home. I was staying in the same room I always do. The barn and track were both the ones I always trained at." Monica said. "This time, I'm the favorite from our farm, but there are some very fast women up in New York." 

Jennifer took Monica's hand and said. "I'm going to be there, and if you need anything from me, just ask." 

Bill spoke from the drivers seat. "That goes for all of us. We'll do anything we can to help you Monica. We're not alone in our support of you. Everyone from the Circle B is there to help you." 

"I know, and believe me when I say that's what makes this possible for me. If I didn't have so many friends supporting me, there is no way I could do this." Monica said.

Bill fueled the RV and then found an RV park and settled in for the night. He connected the electrical lines and leveled the motor home and then set the sliders in occupy mode as he jokingly called it. 

Arriving inside he found the ladies occupied with setting up the dinner. They were cooking a cheesy chicken breast casserole. They moved easily around and with each other, as though they had long experience with each other's abilities and tendencies. Turning on the Television Bill surfed through the guide and grimaced. "How is it that the more channels you have, the less there is to watch?"

Monica rolled her eyes and came to him and took the remote. She selected a channel and said. "Watch this, it's better than nothing." 

Bill glanced at the TV and found she had turned on the News Channels. Bill O'Bannon was railing against anything he felt was un-American, as was nearly always the case. "This week's show, another teacher is arrested, suspected of sex with a student. That is the topic of today's No Bull monologue." The dinner cooked while O'Bannon interviewed a half dozen people about the immoral, illegal, and permissive lifestyles that were ruining America.

Bill sighed and turned to Monica. "I presume I'm being punished?" 

"No, why?" Monica asked as she removed the casserole from the oven. 

Bill moved to dinette style table and said. "Who cares what these self appointed talking heads think about anything? How is sex with a minor reflective of a permissive society, and how in the world is that a reflection of what's destroying America?" Bill groused.

Monica laughed and sat down across the table from him. "Like him or not, you have to admit his show is popular."

Bill grumped as the food was served to the dinette table and then turned the Satellite channel to one of the Sirius Radio channels. Settling on old roadhouse favorites. 

The conversation at dinner was light, but there was a tension growing. Bill could feel it, the girls were getting nervous and he searched the satellite channels looking for something light and easy to watch. He settled on Bruce Almighty.

Bill glanced at the maps to familiarize himself with the route he wanted. After the movie he took a moment to fill the girls in on the plan as they walked around the RV campground. "I'm planning on stopping short tomorrow. Friday, I'll service the RV at a station not too far from the ranch, and then we'll make the push to it about noon or so." 

"Sound's OK. Gives us one more night away from the insanity." Monica said.

"Have you been there before?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, two years ago. My first year competing." Monica answered.

"This year, you're going to win. I can feel it." Jennifer said smiling. 

"Girlfriend, if you're the prize, I'm liable to get trampled." Monica said playfully.

Bill smiled and shook his head. "You two are impossible." 

"Uh Oh Jen, looks like we're going to get spanked later." Monica said just as playfully.

Jennifer shook her head. "I'm a good girl, I don't need to be spanked." 

"Either do you Monica, I'm not going to screw up your race by paddling you." Bill said.

"Darn." Monica said grinning. 

The three were still chuckling as they arrived back at the RV. Bill set the privacy curtains and then joined the ladies in the bedroom. "OK, I forgot to mention. The shower uses our fresh water; we only have a hundred gallons of water on board. No sex in the shower." Bill said with a grin on his face.

"Damn, well there goes my morning plans." Monica said as she removed her pants. 

Jennifer was also undressing and turned to Monica. "I guess we'll have to find something else to occupy our time while he drives this bus tomorrow." 

Monica turned to Jennifer after removing her panties. "I think I'll work on your positions, and then reward you by licking you until you come wildly." 

Jennifer still wearing her bikini panties leaned in and kissed Monica. "I'll take that, and give it." 

Bill dropped his shirt on the wardrobe and leaned against it as the girls kissed before him. He wondered how many men in the world had two women who were totally devoted to each other, and him. Monica was caressing Jennifer's bountiful breasts. Easing Jennifer onto the bed, Monica reached and removed Jennifer's panties, sliding them down her shapely legs. 

The girls were French kissing as Bill removed his own pants. This was incredibly erotic. Monica's hand was caressing the thigh area of Jennifer, and wiggled as she was caressed back. Bill's cock began to twitch as he watched this show. Jennifer removed her mouth from Monica's long enough to say. "Enjoy the show? Join in. There's plenty to kiss, caress, and fuck." 

Bill stepped forward and Jennifer's left hand reached for his cock and began to stroke it. "Jennifer, I said I wanted to see your progress in position training. Monica, let her up. Ready Position." 

Jennifer moved to the position, assuming a better version of the position. "Better Jennifer, much better." Bill told her. "Collar position." 

Jennifer moved and assumed the Collar position. Her head was down, while her neck was extended or stretched and her hands gathered her hair and moved it up and out of the way. Bill nodded. "Excellent Jennifer." 

Monica beamed with pride for her friend, and her own work. "She's really improved hasn't she?" 

"Yes, you did great getting her this far. Jennifer, greet another Master." Bill said.

Jennifer moved from the bed and knelt on the floor and bowed deeply placing her hands on the floor and her head on her hands. "Much better Jennifer, that's very good." Bill told her.

They checked all of Jennifer's positions. Then Bill said. "Good Jennifer, good girl." Turning to Monica he said. "Good girls, you have both done well." 

Jennifer in her ready position couldn't speak but she considered all the lashes she had received to get this far.

"Jennifer you may recover." Bill said.

Jennifer rose and spoke. "Sir, it was a lot of work, and it hurt. Thank you Monica." She said smiling.

Bill reached out and caressed her, then reached and caressed Monica, and the three moved to the bed anticipating the reward that would be given.

Bill kissed first Monica, and then Jennifer. Jennifer leaned over and kissed Monica. "I think this is where we were when we were interrupted." Jennifer then lowered her head to Monica's breast and began to kiss and lick the nipple on her left breast. Jennifer felt Monica stiffen in pleasure as Bill's hand found her right breast. The three of them were intertwined in passion in moments. 

Monica's hand found Bill's cock and began to stroke it as she kissed Jennifer. Jennifer's hand joined Monica's stroking Bill's cock. Monica suddenly got a wicked grin as she pulled back from Jennifer. Turning she laid Bill on the bed, and moved to one side of him as Jennifer moved to the other side. They began to kiss each other, their mouths around the edge of Bill's erect cock. Bill in the mean time was caressing and massaging their respective cunts.

Monica grabbed Jennifer and said wickedly. "I have an idea, and I think you'll like it."

"What Monica?" Jennifer asked.

"Let's sixty nine like we did last night, and as we do, on the corner of the bed, Bill fucks one of us, and then the other at will." Monica said. 

Bill smiled at the thought. Then he smiled wider. He had packed something that should be very useful tonight. As Jennifer and Monica moved to the position along the edge of the bed, Bill rose and went to a drawer. As Jennifer lay across Monica's body and positioned herself Bill took the item out of the corner of the drawer and then put it on. Now, he wouldn't be able to have an orgasm, at least while he was still wearing the cock strap he had just put on. He could fuck for hours, and his erection would only get harder, and more determined. 

Moving to Monica's face, he fingered Jennifer to make sure she was ready and she was. He found her wet, and her cunt was open awaiting him. Inserting his cock slowly into her, allowing her time to grow accustomed to his length and girth he felt's Monica's tongue licking the underside of his shaft. Monica's grin was huge as she realized what Bill had done. With that strap on, he couldn't come, and he was obviously going to fuck them both silly. 

Trying to concentrate on Monica while a cock entered her and Monica's mouth worked on her was impossible. Jennifer realized while she was getting the fucking she was going to be the center of attention and it would be impossible to pleasure Monica. Not willing to accept this, she placed her hand on Monica's sopping wet opening, and pushed two fingers into her friend. Now when Bill stroked in, Jennifer's natural and instinctive action would push down on Monica's clit and her fingers would withdraw. When Bill pulled back, her fingers would re-enter Monica, and her thumb would drag back across Monica's clit. 

Sucking Jennifer's clit as her own stimulation was increased, Monica brought Jennifer to her first orgasm. Bill felt her dampness grow as her body released more fluids. Monica removed her mouth from Jennifer and opened it. Bill saw this and pulled back drawing himself out of Jennifer. Dropping his cock down, he allowed Monica to suck it once, before moving around and taking his position between Monica's legs.

Jennifer focused on the cock before her face, riding the last waves of pleasure as Monica continued to flick her tongue along Jennifer's slit. "What the hell is that?" Jennifer asked.

Monica broke contact and her muffled voice reached Jennifer's ears. "It's a cock strap, it keeps him from coming." 

Jennifer gave it a kiss, and watched it enter Monica's slit inches from her. Looking at it from this angle, and this closely was fascinating. It slid in and as it withdrew, it looked like Monica's cunt was holding it, her labia trying to keep it in. 

"Jennifer, get the spinning vibrator we used the other night." Bill said as he slowly slid in and out of Monica. 

Jennifer rolled off of Monica and went to the drawer, now open and got the item. Turning she held it out to Bill. At his instruction she handed it to Monica and then got back on the bed. Monica's reaching and grasping hands drug her into position, cowgirl style on Monica's face, straddling Monica's mouth. Jennifer felt the vibrator enter her, and all the buttons were pushed activating everything it had at medium speed. Jennifer felt the thing work it's magic while Monica's lips sucked on her clit. 

Monica came then, her orgasm overtaking her as Bill's thumb flicked her clit while pistoning into her rapidly. 

Bill felt his cock, and knew that even with the strap; he was in danger of coming soon. He was having trouble thinking at the moment. Everywhere he looked was something to lick, caress, or fuck. Bending down and licking Monica's breasts while he fucked her and flicked her clit had sent her over the edge. Now Jennifer was grinding into Monica and the vibrator. 

"OK, the straps done its work, now let's give you a big one." Monica said trying to catch her breath.

Jennifer giggled and turned around. Laying herself down across Monica she pinched Monica's breasts while watching Bill piston in and out of Monica's cunt. Reaching out she grabbed the straps end and tugged at it. Hoping she was right that it would come off. One hard tug produced the sound of tearing Velcro and the strap came with her hand away from the cock. She handed it to Monica and smiled at Bill who plowed in and out of Monica. 

"Fuck her Bill, fuck her silly." Jennifer said. "Come in my mouth, but fuck her." 

Bill now without the strap holding him back increased his pace, and then he pulled out of Monica's sopping wet cunt and inserted the head of his cock into Jennifer's mouth. His orgasm shook him to his toes as he shot stream after stream into Jennifer's mouth. Monica was licking Jennifer and had the spinning vibrator running at full speed in Jennifer. She withdrew it as Jennifer held Bill's orgasm in her mouth, and then turned quickly and planted a lip lock on Monica. A full French kiss as their tongues intertwined mixing Bill's semen in their mouths. 

Bill stood shakily and watched them share his gift, knowing he would do anything for them, anything to protect them. 

In the morning, Bill again mentioned the water situation and encouraged them to take brief showers. They tried but after the three had showered, there was less than half the water available. Bill sighed and shook his head. "Apparently neither of you has heard of a Navy shower." 




The Author Pt. 08



"Why would I? I was an Army Brat." Said Monica as she laced up her shoe. "Jennifer may have banged a Navy guy, but I don't think that included a shower." 

Jennifer shook her head. "Monica, you're impossible." 

"No, just difficult. He can control me." Monica said gesturing at Bill.

They ate toast and cereal for breakfast. After filling travel mugs with coffee, Bill went about the procedures to get the RV ready to travel. He consulted the manual a couple times, to make sure he did it right. Then once everything was closed and secured, he stepped up and took the drivers seat. "OK Ladies, we're ready." 

Monica was in the passenger seat, and Jennifer was lying on the couch holding a book. As they drove slowly from the campground Bill kept checking the mirrors and taking each maneuver slowly. Finally out on the road he seemed to relax a bit more and once on the highway he relaxed entirely. Setting the cruise control he turned up the music station and they tooled on down the highway. 

Monica joined Jennifer sitting on the couch and they watched a DVD on the TV. Bill turned the music down, and then off and sat considering as he drove. While they stopped for lunch he was mostly quiet, and the girls left him to his thoughts. After lunch and back on the highway 

Bill started to speak. "Jennifer, I was thinking. Regarding the new book, instead of a knife wound, how about a stab wound, but not a knife per se?" 

"What do you mean, instead of a knife, what else could stab someone?" Jennifer asked.

"How about a spear?" Bill asked.

"I'm lost here." Monica said.

"My current book, I'm having a hard time installing all the clues, the knife wound is the obvious cause of death. If instead of a knife I used a spear, and added a South American artifacts display on the wall of an adjoining room, I can leave more clues." Bill explained.

"Oh, you mean like when they find the body, they don't find the weapon?" Monica asked.

"Yeah, and while they are searching for a knife, big one, but a knife, the weapon is in the next room." Bill said.

"Oh hide it in plain sight. Right under their noses." Monica said.

"Have you decided who the bad guy is going to be?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, the butler is going to do it. For once." Bill said grinning wickedly. "It will be such an obvious choice everyone will ignore him, when the clues finally add up, it'll be infuriating for the loyal readers." 

Jennifer giggled. "I'm going to need new bits for the letters. Something about misdirection being the tool of a good mystery." 

Monica shook her head. "Are all the books written this way?" 

"Only since Jennifer joined me. Before that, I had to bounce ideas off my publisher and editor. I think they have a good feeling for the book industry, but not as good for my fans as Jennifer does." Bill said. "Now I'm going to use you too." 

Monica raised an eyebrow and in a sultry voice asked. "Why? Do I have some insight into the book reading public?" 

"No, but you are extremely intelligent, as is Jennifer, and you're willing to tell me the truth." Bill said. "My editor and publisher aren't exactly always as honest as they could be." 

Monica giggled. "Oh I can see it now. We're in the ready position and answering honestly getting spanked for our honesty." 

Bill rolled his eyes and went back to focusing on the driving. "Monica, you'll be punished for that later." 

"Yes Sir." Monica said smiling.

Jennifer filled Monica in on the story charting so far for the Mystery. Explaining how Bill loves to misdirect his fans, which is what they love too, Monica learned the details of the story so far.

"OK, so as I understand it, the victim is an elderly man, wealthy, and the Detective start's out assuming a relative did it, then a burglar caught in the act, and finally settles on the actual bad guy after going through all the clues?" Monica asked.

"Yep, originally Bill was going to have the nephew as the bad guy, but was stuck trying to get all the clues to point to him." Jennifer said. Then pausing turned to Bill and asked. "What's the motive of the Butler?" 

Bill frowned for a moment and then said. "I'm a little shaky on that one, right now, I'm trying hard not to say cut out of the will, but can always use that." 

"Why not make it a homosexual love affair that went south?" Monica asked.

Bill checked the mirrors and then keeping his eyes on the road started to smile. "It's interesting. I could do something with that." 

"Better yet, have the old man find out about a love affair with one of the relatives, and have him firing the Butler when the Butler snaps." Monica said.

Bill chuckled and shook his head. "I don't know; the homosexual doesn't feel right on second thought. The relationship with one of the relatives is more interesting." 

"A Niece of the old man, say 17?" Jennifer suggested.

Bill nodded. "That has possibilities." 

Monica sighed. "Living with you two is going to be interesting. We spend our afternoons coming up with scandals to fuel murders." 

Jennifer laughed and slapped her friend. Going back to their own thoughts, they finished the ride in relative silence. 

Bill pulled the RV into the service section first, emptying the tanks and refilling the water tank. Then he moved to the assigned space at the Park and this time hooked up both electrical, and water, and then the sewage hose. Then after seeing to the sliders and leveling checked everything again to make sure it was right.

Walking to the office, he questioned the deskman about local businesses. Finding the information he wanted, he made a phone call and placed a couple orders. Returning to the RV he found dinner cooking under the care of two wonderful women. 

"You were gone a while, anything wrong?" Jennifer asked.

"Nope, just wanted some local information from the desk." Bill said and settled back to watch Bill O'Bannon describe today's scandal that threatened to destroy America.

"I don't understand the fascination with this guy. It's like he lives to hype the scandal." Bill said. 

"He does, granted. However he also gives whoever is the focus of the scandal a chance to say their piece. For example, tonight he's letting the US Attorney who prosecuted the two Border Patrol agents that shot the drug smuggler explain his reasons." Monica said. "I'm not a fan of O'Bannon, not sure he has a lot of fans. I like the next show better. That has equal time for both sides, liberal and conservative for each guest." 

"Yeah, I know that show." Bill said.

The trio ate for a while, and during one of the commercial breaks Jennifer said. "The thing about O'Bannon is this. He would bend over backwards to get the subject of whatever scandal is currently in the news, on his show. Once there, he'll start out railing against the moral damage to the nation, but he'll give you a chance to say your piece." 

"Yeah, but if you don't have some information to correct his impression of the story, then he'll nuke you on the show. He'll phrase a question you can't possibly answer with a simple yes or no, and when you try to explain the answer you come off looking like you're tap dancing around the truth." Monica said.

"O'Bannon is a dangerous interviewer. I did one interview on his radio show some time ago. He argued that the love scene in the book was too graphic for kids. I told him that my books were written for adults, and I didn't thin my love scene was too graphic for most adults." Bill said.

"Which book?" Jennifer asked.

"Dead on Arrival." Bill answered.

"That was too graphic for him" Monica asked.

"The league of families was doing their annual books that should be banned bit, and highlighted that one. Mainly because it was still on the NY Times bestseller list." Bill said. "I sent them a thank you letter a month later, since after the tirade demanding it be banned, it bumped up on the list when sales increased."

"You didn't send them a thank you letter." Jennifer said astonished.

"Sure did." Bill answered. 

Monica laughed at the audacity that Bill had at times. Jennifer shook her head and was grinning widely at him.

"Didn't you worry that they would take your letter and make something out of it?" Jennifer asked.

"Nope, in the letter I explained my position on intellectual freedom, about how the Founding Fathers were labeled as traitors by England because they had the audacity to talk about freedom. While I readily admitted that my work wasn't nearly as important as discussions of liberty, I said I didn't know of any subject so dangerous it couldn't be discussed among adults." Bill said grinning back. "I knew they wouldn't publish that letter, because they weren't going to give me more free publicity, and airing my argument wouldn't help their position." 

As the trio went to bed, this time just to sleep, they snuggled close and comfortable. You can't have sex every night, no one can. After a while, you just want the company of your lover. Bill was wise enough to know this, and the girls understanding enough, to be appreciative of it.

As they woke in the morning, they went about the morning routine with the sure knowledge that this afternoon, they would be at the ranch, and essentially on display. The girls helped each other shave, and then discussed what they would do at the Farm. Bill had heard about it, but never been there. Monica had been there, once two years before.

Bill set about disconnecting the RV from the plugs. He again took the RV around to the service area, and had them top off the propane and drain the waste tanks. 

After the service was done, Bill drove the RV to the local shopping center. Parking in the rear of the lot, he invited the girls to walk around, and then he went to the Grocery store to pick up the cake he had ordered yesterday afternoon. It was perfect, and he carried it quickly to the RV and put it into a cabinet, which wasn't in use. 

Then he joined the women shopping at one of the other stores. After browsing the various items the different stores had, they went back to the RV. Once inside, and settled, Bill found a truck stop and filled the diesel tank. Then he activated the GPS and had it plot a route to the Bar D ranch. 

"I smell cake. Why do I smell birthday cake?" Jennifer asked sniffing the air.

"I smell it too Jen." Monica said looking accusingly at Bill. "I wonder why we smell it?"

Bill continued driving and didn't answer. 

"OK, where's the fucking cake, I can't smell it without at least looking at it." Jennifer said. 

Bill sighed and said. "It was intended to be a surprise. I should have shrink-wrapped it. You'll find it in the cabinet over the dinette." 

Jennifer rose and went to the cabinet and opened it. Gently pulling the cake out she set it on the table. "Oh God, this is beautiful." 

The cake was a full sheet cake. White frosting with a hand made decoration. In icing, a black horse pulled a harness racing cart. In more icing the cake said "Congratulations Monica Champion Pony." 

Monica left the couch and looked at it. She swallowed once and blinked fast. Jennifer put her arm around the woman. "Congratulations Monica." 

Monica laughed finally. "I wonder what the baker though when you called it in Bill." 

"I told them we were going to visit horse breeders, friends of ours. We wanted to celebrate the outstanding performance of a mare of theirs." Bill answered as he followed a turn.

Monica laughed. "Plausible. Thanks Bill. I really do appreciate it." 

"I guessed that we would be happy to eat it tomorrow night." Bill said. "Jennifer no fingers of frosting." 

Jennifer giggled. "I was thinking about that, but decided that I didn't want to ruin it before tomorrow."

"OK, well I guess we can put it back." Bill said.

"Not yet, I want a picture of it." Jennifer said going to her purse and finding her cell phone. Monica followed suit. "We won't be able to photograph it once we get there right?"

"Right, they have the same rules as the farm in Georgia." Monica said. 

Both women snapped pictures of the cake using the cameras built into their cell phones.

Monica laughed and then shook her head. To answer the questioning glance of Jennifer she said. "I was just thinking that this would make a good background for my computer, but one problem was that I'd never be able to explain it to anyone." 

Jennifer giggled. "It might be hard for some to understand." 

Monica went and sat down after helping Jennifer put the cake away. 

"Bill you really are doing everything you can to make this easy on me aren't you?" Monica asked.

"Yeah, we all are. You worked with Jennifer, helping get her ready. Now we are able to help you with your task." Bill said.

Turning again they approached the area where the farm was supposed to be. In another fifteen minutes, they turned onto the access road to the Farm. It was located in the woods near the various ski resorts in New York. Bill stopped at the guard shack and opened the door to let the sport jacket wearing security man inside. 

Bill showed the man around, demonstrating that there were no video cameras. Surrendering their cell phones and ID's they were checked into the farm, and assigned a parking area for the RV. Bill followed the road after clearing security. 

At the end of the road, a man wearing a collar helped direct the RV to the right parking area, and then he returned to help the next RV. Bill moved around activating the sliders and extending them. He leveled the RV and checked to make sure everything was set up for the campsite. 

"Ladies, start getting ready, Jennifer your mini-skirt and buster combo would be excellent tonight. Monica, wear that blue dress your brought." Bill said as he started towards the main house to check them in and get some information. Turning at the bottom of the stairs. "Monica, low heels only. I don't want a twisted ankle screwing up your race." 

The girls were nearly done getting ready when he returned. Handing over a couple boxes he handed Jennifer her new outfits. "OK, we're all checked in ladies. Monica, the meeting is this afternoon which lays out the schedule for the races. It looks like you're running twice tomorrow. One qualifying heat in the morning, the final in the afternoon." 

Monica nodded and asked her question. "Did my bike make it?" 

"Yeah, at least I think so. I didn't see James or Sarah. Edward was standing at the desk and said James was down at the stables seeing to the equipment." Bill said. "I didn't think to ask about your bike specifically. Sorry." 

"It's all right. If there was a problem that he knew about Edward would have said something. Can we go check it?" Monica asked.

"I had planned on us going to walk the track with you, and then helping you with the bike before the meeting, scheduled at 4:30, apparently from there we go to the welcome dinner." Bill said. 

"OK, sounds like it should be OK, don't you think so Monica?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, it should be fine." Monica said. "I'm just getting nervous I guess." 

"No sweat, you need anything, you simply say the word." 

Monica nodded and sighed. "I guess I'm OK. It's just that so much has happened this year, I feel like I'm pushing my luck trying to beat Sindy." 

"Who's Cindy?" Jennifer asked.

"Slave Sindy, with and S. She's the fastest bitch I've ever seen. She's the champion of Bar D and she's going to be pushing hard to win here at home." Monica said.

Bill chuckled. "I saw her run last year. She only beat you by a length Monica." 

"Bill, a length is the distance equal to the runner and the bike. That's something like six feet. She beat me by almost ten feet last year." Monica said.

"She beat you by three seconds Monica. Three lousy seconds. In your qualifying race, as I understand from James, you cut four seconds off your previous best time." Bill said softly. "I think you can cut another one off your time, which means she's going to have to be a really fast fucking bitch to beat you." 

Monica grinned. "I don't think she has that much to cut off. I think I can do it." 

"We all do don't we Bill?" Jennifer said supportively. 

"Yeah, let's go." Bill said moving towards the door. "Ladies, take your heels off, we're on the grass right now, and I don't want you to break an ankle in those heels." 

As Jennifer exited the RV, she looked around a bit. She had looked out the windows as they arrived, who wouldn't? She followed Bill to the walkway, and when she arrived, put her shoes on using Bill's arm to steady her. Monica did the same on his other side. They walked down the pathway towards the main house. As they approached it was obvious that the crowd here already was way more than the house ever could handle. Jennifer assumed that people were doubled up, or in her case, tripled up. 

Going up the steps to the porch, and then inside Jennifer got her first shock. Just inside the door were two stunning blonds. As you entered the double door entrance, the women stood just to your left and right respectively. They were wearing a pair of black latex very short shorts, a pair of running shoes, a black collar, and nothing else. They stood there topless handing out pamphlets to the obvious visitors and welcoming them to the Ranch.

"Greetings Sub, welcome to the Bar D." The one nearest Jennifer said smiling as she handed over a pamphlet. 

"Uh, thank you." Jennifer finally managed to force out of her suddenly tight throat. Sliding nearer Bill she prayed he could protect her from bouncing around topless in front of God alone knew how many people. 

Bill pointed to the check in desk and Jennifer followed. "Bill there you are." James said as he walked towards the desk from the left rear.

Bill turned and stuck out his hand. "James, great to see you. I checked us in through Edward a bit ago, was going to see if there was any objection to checking Monica's equipment.

"Certainly not, I've just come from there. The Bike is perfect Monica. I lubed the wheels on all of them myself." James said smiling at Monica.

"Thank you sir." Monica said bowing her head. 

James briefed them quickly, covering the same information Edward had and closing with the meeting location. "At 4:30 you'll need to be in the dining room. The ponies and support teams will sit up front, while us spectators will be in the back." James smiled. "Elizabeth is down at the stables now, checking everything. Oh, and Bill, I got them to waive the leash rule. I explained that our farm doesn't normally keep our subs so strictly under control, we prefer a more relaxed environment for exploration of the fantasy."

"Good, I was afraid I'd be spending the entire weekend walking them like a couple of dogs." Bill said removing the leashes. "Monica, shall we go down and check your Bike?"

"Yes sir, thank you." Monica said again. 

Bill led them down to the stables and they found Elizabeth and two other Dom's Jennifer had seen, but didn't know. "Hello Elizabeth, how's everything going?" Bill asked.

"Just fine Bill, Monica, glad to see you." Elizabeth said.

"Yes Mistress, good to see you too." Monica said walking to her bike. It was up on supports, like jack stands and she quickly walked around it spinning the wheels and nodding when they spun freely making several complete rotations before slowing to a stop. She knelt down before it leaning one way and then the other checking to make sure everything was in line. 

"The judges are about to examine our farm's bikes to insure they meet standards Monica. Would you care to remain since you designed this one?" Elizabeth asked.

"Certainly Mistress." Monica said.

One of the Dom's Jennifer didn't know approached and greeted the group. "Bill, nice to see you up here. I was surprised when I heard you were bringing Monica." 

"Tom, good to see you too." Bill said taking his hand. "Jennifer, greet Master Tom." 




The Author Pt. 08



Jennifer knelt and bowed to Master Tom as she had been trained. Waiting for the recover command she moved when she had gotten it. She returned to the standing at a small gesture from Bill. Tom was about Bill's height, a little trimmer, hair kept neat, but not military short. 

"New one eh Bill? So when did you decide to keep your own subs?" Tom asked. 

"When they came to me and asked to be with me." Bill answered.

Tom laughed and said. "That would have done it for me too." 

As they chatted a man of about forty years approached. He had a wild unkempt shock of hair that hung low. 

Bill glanced and saw him and stiffened slightly. "Leo, glad you could make it. I've been meaning to call you, but the arrangements took most of the week, the travel took the rest."

Leo shook Bill's hand. "I know, Monica and I talked Monday on the phone. She told me what was going on, in addition to her decision to settle down finally." Leo smiled. "I really do wish you all the very best." 

Jennifer greeted Leo, and was joined by Monica in the honoring of this old friend of theirs. Upon recover, Jennifer went to be with Monica as she stood waiting for the judges. 

"Leo seems nice." Jennifer said.

"He is. He really is wonderful, but like I said earlier, we've been growing apart." Monica turned to Jennifer and said. "Before you appeared like a dream from above, I had decided to go solo, like Nicky and Heather, unattached." 

Jennifer hugged her friend. "Thanks. I think you're pretty wonderful too." 

They saw a group of four people approaching. They weren't wearing collars, but they weren't wearing bands on their wrists either. They did have small leather straps dangling from their waists. Jennifer assumed that this was the mark of the master here at the Bar D. 

"Greetings Mistress Elizabeth." The oldest of the four said. He was huge, over six and a half feet tall, and built like a football linebacker. Jennifer assumed he weighed close to three hundred pounds, and little of it appeared to be fat. 

"Master Keith, and how are you?" Elizabeth responded.

The Judges started to look at the seven bikes that were lined up. Monica stood near hers. 

"OK, we have six standard and one non standard. Looks heavily modified." The youngest judge said. 

"Yes Master." Monica answered.

"I'm going to assume that you designed this?" There was a slight pause. "Please I'm Paul, and I'm playing Dom this weekend. I switch." 

"I'm Monica sir, I designed it. It meets all the requirements agreed to by the two farms." Monica said.

"What does it weigh?" Paul asked.

"Just a couple ounces under forty three pounds. It's a modified Challenger Speedster Sulky design. I closed the gap to get it under the one point two meter standard width, and then I modified the drawbars to allow for my own harness style." Monica said proudly.

"Wow, who did the welding and connections?" Paul asked next looking at the connecting welds from the drawbars to the main frame.

"One of the guys at the welding shop. I told them I was making a dog cart, which would explain the shorter bars and narrower gaps needed." Monica said.

"Yeah, it's nice. You did a great job on it." Paul said standing. 

"Thank you Sir." Monica said bowing her head." 

"Paul, any problems so far?" Keith asked.

"No sir, this one's a modified bike, but it would be legal at the track, if we had narrow horses." Paul said smiling. Then to Monica he said. "That's why I'm here as a Dom this weekend. I work at a track, and we do harness racing. I know when I'm seeing quality. Monica, this is nice work. Good luck this weekend." 

"Thank you sir." Monica said bowing her head again. 

Jennifer had kept her eyes down during the entire exchange. 

Paul moved along the line of other Bikes, and then went to the group. "Mostly modified dog bikes, one modified horse bike at the end. All the construction appears safe and nothing unusual." 

The others nodded and thanked him. Bill approached and said. "Everything OK Monica?" 

"Yes sir. He seemed to like my bike. Asked a lot of questions." Monica said.

"Elizabeth said he works at a harness racing track, so he's the main judge of things. You understand that this race is going to be handicapped." Bill asked.

"Yes sir." Monica said frowning slightly. 

"Handicapped?" Jennifer asked. "I don't know what that means." 

"It means that all the racers will be pulling the same weight. We'll be weighed in the morning in full harness and with our jockeys, mine is Elizabeth. Once we're weighed, then additional weight is added to the lighter racing teams until the teams are equal." Monica said. "It also means that I'm pulling deadweight, like the cart was made of lead. If there is a heavy racing team." 

"So cheat, get a big jockey." Jennifer said.

"No, if you do that, they pull out some Amazon racer with a professional wrestler to ride the cart, someone like Master Keith." Monica said.

Bill laughed. "I can see it now, a racing team weighing in at about seven hundred pounds."

Monica shook her head. "I'd never get it off the starting line. When the race is over, I'd still be straining to get the cart moving." 

Jennifer admitted she didn't know much, and decided to keep her ideas to herself. 

Glancing at his watch Bill suggested that they go to the meeting. The girls walked with him and as they left the barn for the house. As they went into the meeting room, a dining room that was being commandeered for the meeting, a twenty eight year old man walked in the front door and after checking in, went out to the pool to enjoy the scenery. 

Mark, the owner and senior Master of the Bar D welcomed everyone, and then got to the business of the race. He described the races. In the morning, starting at ten would be the qualifying heats. Each heat would have five racers, and the fastest five racers would be in the final event at four in the afternoon. This would give each racer four hours minimum to rest and relax before the final lap. Stalls would be available to the racing teams, to use for preparations and for resting between events if they wished. 

"The sequence of events is on the wall there. Racers are listed as to which qualifying event they are in over here." Mark gestured. "We intend to have four events in the morning, two female pony races, and two male pony boy races. All the rules have been explained to you all before now, so it would be foolish for me to go over what you probably know word for word already." 

Mark smiled. "Remember the purpose of this is to have fun, to encourage us all to grow in our chosen lifestyle, and to establish ties with fellow devotee's around the nation." 

With that he closed the meeting and said he would be available for any questions. Monica went and saw where she was racing with Jennifer and Bill. "I'm in the first heat. Weigh in at nine am. Parade just before the race." 

"Where is the other girl you told me about?" Jennifer asked. 

Monica didn't turn around; she just flicked her head behind her to the right. "Behind me, to the right there, a peroxide blond in the gold dress." Glancing at the schedule again she said. "She's in the third event." 

"So you get to beat her tomorrow afternoon." Jennifer said supportively. 

"Yeah, makes sense to put the two favorites in opposite events. If they raced early, the afternoon race isn't going to be very exciting. The rematch angle sure, but that's already present." Monica said.

Taking a copy of the schedule and the race plans the three went to get an early dinner. 

"The pamphlet we got says they have five themed ballrooms for parties, and there are going to be some demonstrations by the hosting farm." Bill said. "After dinner, we can walk around a bit, but Monica, I want us in bed early. I want you well rested." 

Turning and smiling at him Monica said. "It's so much easier when you do that." 

"I'm the Dom, I'm supposed to look out for you as well as command you." Bill said sincerely.

"I know, and that's why you're a great Dom Bill." Monica said. "Jennifer and I wouldn't have anyone else." 

Bill sighed as they got in line. Jennifer was smiling wickedly at Monica and nodded knowingly. 

They took the plates of food, each choosing Roast Beef onto their trays. They walked to the patio and ate outside. After dinner, the girls hit the restroom and then found Bill waiting for them in the lobby glancing at the diagram of the main house. 

"No Bungalows?" Jennifer asked.

"No, they use the ballrooms, for lack of a better name, for that purpose normally. This weekend, the rules appear to be relaxed." Bill answered.

They wondered to the ballrooms and looked into them. A roaring twenties room, and then there was the Caribbean room. Steel drum music blared from oversized speakers around the room. Next up was the disco room with Techno favorites pumping out of similar speakers. Bill glanced around and then said. "The other rooms must be upstairs." 

They wondered down to the other end of the mansion and decided they were heading towards the Bar D's version of public rooms. The giveaway was the matched set of buxom blonds standing before the hallway with ball gags in their mouths. They were now wearing leather harness affairs and their wrists were strapped together before them. Bill smilled at the scene. Turning to Jennifer he said. "Guess that's one way to point you to the Bondage rooms." 

"More effective than a simple sign." Jennifer agreed. 

The Blonds bowed their heads as Bill passed by; apparently the deferential movement intended to show respect to the Visiting Dom's. 

The first room had a redheaded woman tied nearly head to toe with ropes using an amazing variety of knots. Bill entered the room and looked around. A Mistress with the Bar D's sign of rank, the short leather strap was in the room and just finishing talking to Andre. 

"Andre, taking notes on this?" Bill said in greeting. 

"Actually yes, immobilization is an interesting torment. I'm interested in looking into it more." Andre said. 

"Master, would you like to see the varieties of knots in use?" The woman asked.

"Certainly Mistress, I never assume that I know everything. I'm Bill by the way." 

"Bill, I'm Cassandra, the leading Rope Mistress. Mark asked me to give a demonstration. Shelly here should be fine for a few more minutes. Then I'll replace her with another sub." 

"How long has she been in there?" Bill asked.

"Forty minutes. By now her entire body aches from the immobilization. Michelle is next up. I'll be demonstrating the things to look for at that time." Cassandra said.

Bill nodded and watched as Cassandra explained how the many knots make it possible to immobilize the sub. It's not just the length of the rope, but how it's wound, and how it's tied off.

Cassandra began to unwrap Shelly as another Female sub arrived. Kneeling on the ground she said. "Mistress, I've arrived for my demonstration period." 

"Excellent Michelle, Bill and Andre were interested in the process." Cassandra said.

"Yes Mistress." The girl said without moving. 

Shelly began to flex various parts of her anatomy as they were released. Everyone could clearly see the relief on her face as the ropes were removed. 

"Shelly will remain for a short while and answer any questions you have." Cassandra said waving to Michelle as she coiled her ropes. 

Andre began talking to Shelly about how it felt and how the restrictions of ropes were different from straps or spreaders.

Jennifer and Monica watched as Cassandra talked Bill through the wrapping process. 

"Every few feet of rope throw a knot it to segregate the length from the next part." Cassandra said as she bound Michelle's arms behind her using a thick red rope. 

"How do you check for circulation problems? To insure you don't tie something too tightly?" Bill asked.

"Easy, simply push the thumb nail, or toe nail. It goes white when the blood is pushed out of it. If it takes more than three seconds to refill, go pink again, then the ropes are probably too tight." Cassandra said demonstrating. "Just count thousands in your mind." 

Michelle was quickly looped and tied and bound into a mummy situation. Her breasts were bound in rough outlines. Squeezed tightly by the loops of rope that Cassandra placed around her easily.

"I noticed that you looped the rope carefully inside the labia, and then outside of the labia. Doesn't that create a potential problem? I mean it would necessarily chaff wouldn't it?" Bill asked.

"Yes, it does, but in this case, Michelle is experienced at this, and the stimulation on the submissive is also intense." Cassandra said as she stepped back from the now fully bound Micelle. 

"Thank you Mistress, this was extremely interesting. It's always nice to watch a master at work." Bill said in compliment. 

Cassandra received it with a gentle nod. Bill then turned to the two women. "Subs, any questions for the Mistress?" 

Jennifer and Monica had stood silent watching. "No Master." They said, no in unison, but about the same time. 

"Greet Mistress Cassandra." Bill said as he shook her hand. The girls knelt and bowed deeply placing their hands on the floor before the Mistress and then placing their heads on their hands. 

After a moment they heard "Recover Subs." 

Following Bill out of the room they entered the next room and saw a large pale Dom demonstrating the proper technique with the Bull Whip. Andre was watching carefully. 

"Andre, you said you're familiar with most whips, have you ever used the bullwhip before?" A deep baritone asked.

"I've played with them, never saw much use in the scenes." Andre said.

The Master paused and said. "Join us while I show Master Andre how to use the Bullwhip in the scenes." 

The Master then walked to his target, a thirty something female who was a bit heavier than curvy who was strapped to a large target. She was gagged, and positioned wide open. Placing a peach from a bushel basked between the woman's breasts, supported in place by the shelf bra she wore, the man walked back.

"I am Master Leon, and the champion whip of Bar D. Mark asked me to demonstrate." 

He turned, looked at his target. "The biggest effect of the bullwhip is of course, fear." He then pulled his arm back and flipped it out before him. The whip cracked noisily in the air. Leon did this three times more.

Jennifer was jumping at each crack of the whip. She was terrified for the target girl. He was going to remove a whole breast if he tried to hit the peach. 

"Once you have them breathing hard Master, then you demonstrate your prowess." Leon said and then more softly said. "I'm going to brush the peach, bruising but not cutting it." 

Then he took a half step closer, and took a moment to take a deep breath. His arm flew back, and then flung the whip forward. It cracked between the woman's breasts and she visibly jumped despite the bindings. She was grinning around her gag. Her breathing was very fast. 

Leon walked to her and gave her face a gentle caress as he removed the Peach. Taking it to Andre he said. "Here you go Master, a little desert." 

Jennifer looked hard and could just see the barest dent in the peach where the whip had brushed the peach. Andre nodded appreciatively. Turning to Monica he said. "Would you trust my eye so well Monica?" 

Monica hesitated only a moment and then walked down to the target area. She picked up a peach and placed it between her own breasts. It was supported by her dress, which she had rolled down to expose her own peach sized breasts. 

Leon said. "Master, I wasn't trying to encourage you to compete. This is very advance, she could be hurt." 

Andre calmly said. "I'm fairly certain I should be able to leave her at least one breast, May I borrow your whip?" 

Leon protested as he was handing over the whip. Andre flipped it a couple times. "Seven feet right?" 

"Yes Andre, but please don't feel like you must compete." Leon said. 

Jennifer looked at Bill who was smiling. She moved to him and whispered. "Bill stop this, she's going to get hurt." 

Bill shook his head. "She'll be fine. Trust me." 

Andre paced back and forth getting the exact range. He flipped the whip forward towards Monica three times. Finally he said. "Yes, almost exactly seven feet." Then he turned back to Leon. "Have you tried a six and a half foot whip? I find it's easier to control." Then he turned back in a blur of motion and the whip was sailing through the air. It cracked loudly as it blurred before Monica. Monica stood still moving not one inch. She stared directly ahead. 

Andre and Leon walked down to Monica and Andre said. "An opportunity to return the favor of the peach sir." 

Jennifer was grinning. Bill had seen Andre and Monica do this before. 

Monica walked back adjusting her dress. To Jennifer she said. "Andre and I used to practice that trick years ago. I gave it up when I started running." 

Jennifer was grinning still. "I was certain you were going to need a falsie to fill that dress out." 

Monica hugged her and said. "Andre only touched me once. The most advanced trick he could find." 

"What was that?" 

"A strawberry between my labia." Monica said as she turned to follow Bill out of the room.

"WHAT?" Jennifer asked too loudly. 

Bill turned to them and frowned. "Jennifer, let's maintain composure. Monica can tell you about that later." 

Jennifer shook her head. No way in hell was she going to lie down and have anyone swing a bullwhip at her pussy. RED by God, fucking red. Jennifer didn't see Monica's grin as she walked out of the whip room. 

The rest of the rooms were less specific. These presentations were along the lines of general bondage and arousal. Both knew that Bill had those down perfectly.

Glancing at his watch Bill said. "It's just after nine now, I think it's time to head to the RV. Monica is going to need plenty of sleep. I also think that we'll enjoy some rest too." 

They all walked out to the RV and Bill supported them as they removed their shoes. Bill unlocked the door. They entered and Jennifer flopped onto the couch. "Monica, I thought my heart was going to stop when you walked out there and jammed that Peach between your tits. You scared the hell out of me." 

Monica laughed. "It's been a while, that's why I hesitated. Then I remembered that we were talking about Andre, who wouldn't use a whip if he didn't know exactly what he was doing." 

"I asked him once how he managed to get so good with the whip. He told me he practices each day in his yard. Different targets and challenges." Bill said sitting next to Jennifer.

Jennifer grumped. "Nice of you all to tell me that before Monica was a show horse, she was a human target." 

Monica squeezed in on Jennifer's other side. "Sorry, it's only been a week. I haven't had the chance to tell you my life story yet." Monica grinned. "I guess we've been to busy having loads of mind blowing sex right?" 

Jennifer slapped at her playfully. "Don't get me wrong, but I'm fucking tired." 

"We all are, and I think we should take those over the counter sleeping pills and get some sleep." Bill said.

Monica nodded as she stood up and went to the medicine cabinet. "I have them here, and was about to suggest that. Please don't get me wrong Bill, but I don't want to glow tomorrow. I want to look well focused." Returning with the box. "Now Sunday, I want to stumble all over the place."

"Huh?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, I want to be stumbling because my ankles are tired, they were kept up all night." A wicked grin broke her face. 

Jennifer smiled back at her but was starting to feel somewhat ill at ease. She didn't know why, but something felt, well wrong.

The three took the pills and began to wash up for bed. With one bathroom it was a line through there to the bedroom, and by the time Bill was finished locking down the RV, the women were already in bed, awaiting him. 




The Author Pt. 09



Bill silenced the alarms notification that the appointed time of six thirty had arrived.

The next sound was of Monica sighing and then rolling over again she said into her pillow. "I think I'll stay in bed, Jennifer you go run in my place." 

Bill chuckled and nudged Jennifer. Jennifer was in the grip of her usual morning fog, which took minutes, not seconds to clear asked. "Run where?" 

Monica giggled and rolled out of bed. "Never mind. I'll run it myself." 

Following Monica out of bed Bill used the toilet while Monica was gathering her shower supplies. Bill emerged from the toilet and then reminded them. "Short showers ladies. Short. Navy showers. Wet yourself down, then turn the water off and lather up." 

"Can I get some help with that?" Monica asked playfully. Bill smacked her on the bottom as she pranced around nude. 

Jennifer rose and grabbing her own shower kit followed Monica into the bathroom to use the toilet. 

Bill had coffee going and some biscuits on the table when the girls emerged from the shower. Bill made a mental note to check the tanks. With only one hundred gallons of water in the tank, it could be gone in a flash if they weren't careful. It sounded like the girls were trying however, so he resolved to be tolerant. "Monica, wear your blue shorts and sports bra. Jennifer dress similarly. I should have gotten you a matching outfit, so you'll look like her pit crew at the race. Wear running shoes, both of you." 

"Goody, that means Jennifer can adjust the tail when I come in for a pit stop." Monica joked as Jennifer rolled her eyes and shook her head no.

Heading to the shower to see to his own needs, Bill quickly showered and then shaved before dressing for the day in comfortable pants and a cotton button down shirt in a shade of blue that almost matched the clothing the girls wore. 

Emerging from the RV at just after eight am, Jennifer carried Monica's bag with her pony kit in it. Bill walked with them through the house and then down to the track. Going into the barn, they found Mistress Elizabeth waiting for them. "Good, Monica, and you have help. Heather is helping Karen suit up, and get settled. For the weigh in at nine, we won't bother with the tail, we'll just have it ready." 

Edward walked out of another stall and said "Mistress, Karen is prepared." 

From behind him came Heather. Jennifer smiled at her and waved a little. Heather smiled back and nodded. After competing with someone in a deep throat contest, they are either bitter enemies, or friends. Heather was a friend. "Hi Jen. Glad you could make it." 

"Hi Heather, I wouldn't miss watching her run for the world." Jen answered.

Monica was shown into her stall, or it would be hers after all the races, after her weigh in when she went to the track another set, this one male would be suiting up for the race. 

Monica stripped down and began stretching out before suiting up. She only stretched lightly, wanting to wait and do the rest later after the weigh in while they were calculating how much weight each competitor would carry. Finally she rose as Edward and Bill started to strap her into her harness. 

Heather and Jennifer waited until they were done, and began to lace the long boots. Jennifer took special care in making sure they were right. She knew that there wouldn't be much time after the weigh in to do much more than a few minor adjustments. 

Monica seemed to be getting herself into role as she was suited up. Her features seemed more focused. More directed. As a voice called down the stables that there were only ten minutes left to the weigh in, Monica stood up. Smiling down at Jennifer and Heather she said. "Thanks everyone, I do appreciate it." 

Heather and Jennifer just nodded as they got up. Edward and Heather left to see what else needed to be done. According to the schedule there were two Circle B runners in this event, Karen was outside when Monica stepped out holding her tail in her hand.

Bill and Jennifer helped Monica push her Bike down the stable towards the weigh in scale. Elizabeth was walking with Karen giving her some advice, and nodding once in a while. 

Master Keith stood at the end with Master Paul. "OK Subs, we're here for the first heat weigh in. This is going to help make the race as fair as possible, by making sure each contestant is pulling the same weight." 

Paul stepped forward and said. "I'll call each of you forward in order. For this race, the Bar D has three competitors and the Circle B has two. The line up is also on the schedule, Bar D has the odd slots, B has the evens." He stepped back and called "Slave Carol."

A blond with dark roots stepped forward pulling her bike by hand. Two others helped her arrange it on the scale, and then stepped off the scale plate. Another small woman was standing next to her, obviously her rider. 

"Slave Carol's weight is two hundred and eighty five pounds." Paul said reading the digital read out on the scale. "Thank you Slave Carol next is Submissive Monica." 

Pushing the cart forward Jennifer and Bill stepped back once it was on the platform. Elizabeth stood next to Monica on the scale whispering to Monica. She looked very much like a horse trainer whispering calming words to a champion Mare before the big race.

"Submissive Monica weighs in at two hundred seventy two pounds." Paul called reading the large digital numbers. Notes were made on several clipboards. 

They pushed Monica's bike off so the next three could be weighed and Bill paid only scant attention to it. After the remainder were weighed Paul approached with some black metal weights. "Submissive Monica, your handicap for this race is seventeen pounds. Would you like me to assist in the mounting of the weight?" 

"Thank you sir, but I think I can manage." Monica said.

"Great, post time is in less than an hour. Parade is in thirty minutes." Paul said moving to the next competitor.

"Only seventeen pounds Monica, that's good." Jennifer said hopefully.

"Yeah, Bill, while I stretch, could you mount it as low as you can, make sure it doesn't touch the wheels even if it wiggles some." Monica said moving back towards the stable with Elizabeth. 

Jennifer looked at Bill and got a small nod. She followed Monica down the stable and helped tighten the various straps that were left loose as Monica flexed and stretched. She did more twisting and turning trying to find any binding before the track parade. Sounds of people talking outside drifted in the window of the stable. Monica bent over the padded sawhorse and received her tail, and those straps were tightened.

Monica went through the flex and shake routine and nodded at Mistress Elizabeth. "I think we're good Mistress." 

"Good Monica, I don't need to tell you but remember that if you feel something pulling or problematic, stop so we can fix it. There is time for one more quick set of adjustments just before post time." Elizabeth said as her hands flew over Monica's straps.

Monica nodded as her head harness and bit were inserted. Then she walked out and down to where her bike was. She bent to examine where Bill had secured the weights. Over the wheels, just inside the frame. He had tightened them, and then taped them on with duct tape. Monica looked up at him and smiled around her bit nodding slightly. She turned and knelt on one knee allowing Jennifer and Elizabeth to attach the pulling arms to the harness. Monica stood and then moved her hands to the grips, the only concession that she was really human in the sport, and began to walk the cart out. 

Jennifer was on one side of her Elizabeth walked along the other side. Monica joined the rest of the competitors and was moved into place. As the second name called, she would be one position out from the inside. 

Jennifer strained and listened to Elizabeth talk to Monica. "Remember that we need a fast start, we have to be far enough ahead at the curve to stay in front of the third cart, and ready to pass the inside slot. I'll be watching to make sure we don't crowd her, or foul her otherwise." 

Jennifer looked at Bill and then heard an announcer over a PA system welcome everyone to the Memorial Day handicap pony races. He described the efforts the competitors go through to get here, and that these athletes are all dedicated submissives and determined pony racers. Please remember that they are all doing this for the love of it, and we should give them love back. 

Jennifer leaned in and whispered to Monica. "Are you OK?" 

Monica looked at Jennifer with love in her eyes and nodded once. 

At the call for the parade, Monica and the other ponies knelt and their jockeys were mounted on the cart. Jennifer escorted the cart out into the sun and was momentarily blinded by the sunlight which was now well up over the trees. She waited at the entrance to the track and looked around for Bill. He was standing right behind her. 

"She'll be find Jen, she's focused, and she's ready." Bill said. 

"I know; I'm just anxious for her I guess." Jennifer said looking at the crowd. There were about three hundred people in the stands already with more filling in and more coming down the field towards the track. All of those in the stands were clapping and cheering. Monica followed the others around in the peculiar high stepping gait of the pony girls. Each time one took a step, their tails swished in the air. 

As the racer passed the start and finish line the announcer would give the racers name, and their ranch. Jennifer tuned it all out, focusing on Monica. Watching for any sign of discomfort or a needed adjustment. 

As the racers walked around the track the announcer informed the waiting crowd that this was race number one of four. Jennifer turned and saw more people headed into the barn; apparently the male racers were up next. 

Jennifer turned back in time to watch Monica stepping around the track approaching the near corner. Nodding to Jennifer and Bill she continued the prancing gait with Mistress Elizabeth in the seat. Heather rode the other cart for Karen. As the five approached the start line, they adjusted their positions. Monica flexed and seemed to settle down. As the last cart moved into position a tape was raised and the competitors were urged to approach it. The tape was suspended between two poles on either side of the track; they swung up to stop at about chest height.

"They're approaching the gate." The announcer said.

The Judges walked the line once and held up a green flag. Two seconds later there was a loud bell and the tape dropped quickly driven down by spring force. The Racers strained forward pulling hard against the carts, and started running in a couple steps.  

Monica and the girl on the outside moved to a quick lead, the girl on the outside was about even with Monica going into the first turn.

Monica didn't pay attention to that; she focused on running fast and picking her feet up quickly. She felt the familiar burning in her legs and lungs as she strained to breath around the bit. Drool ran down her chin and she came out of the first turn still even with the girl from the outside position. The others were straggling behind now, and Monica dug deeper demanding more from herself. 

Elizabeth was watching the runner, guiding Monica to the inside when it was safe to do so without falling. 

Jennifer was screaming. "Go Monica, run." 

Bill was cheering alongside her.

The crowd was screaming, "Go, run. Go." 

Monica was a bit ahead as she dug down and pumped her legs faster. Not being able to move your arms made the cart more difficult to pull. On the other hand, keeping the cart moving once it was going wasn't too bad. Elizabeth pulled on the right reign, wanting Monica to ease out a bit, and Monica did without looking. 

As they exited the turn, Monica's legs were burning and her chest was heaving trying to get more air. The bit made it so difficult to breath. She had only half the straightaway left. She pumped her legs faster, demanding more from herself. She felt Elizabeth pull back on the reigns slightly. She resisted at first, demanding more speed, and then slacked up slightly. She crossed the finish line, her chest breaking through a thin white ribbon put in place in lieu of the starting tape, which she ran across without slowing. 

As she crossed the line, she began to slow down. Picking up a light jog, and then a slightly unsteady walk. She could hear the crowd, but she could hear Elizabeth speaking. "Very good Monica, great run girl." Monica nodded, and continued walking. She walked past the crowd on the backside and then turned to pass before them once again. She knew she would stop and wave at the crowd, and then finish her walking cool down. 

Jennifer stared wide-eyed at the ponies. She had just seen five women run by almost completely naked, with tails hanging out of their Asses, and it was incredible. There was no way she could ever describe the feeling of watching this race. Sure, there was a tiny part of her that felt it was sexist, but the biggest feeling was pride. These women were so certain of themselves, so sure of themselves, they were willing to parade around naked like that. Jennifer finally understood the reaction she had gotten from Bill two weeks ago when she had asked him how much they paid someone to do this. No amount of money could ever get the determination that the women had on their faces. 

Jennifer waited and when Monica came off the track, she escorted her to the barn and back to floor right before the stall. At the other end, the men were suited up, or perhaps stripped down was a better way to describe it. They were getting weighed and checked by the judges. 

Monica knelt and allowed Mistress Elizabeth to exit the cart. As Elizabeth stepped down she was still praising and coaching Monica. "I pulled you out and back a bit dear because I want them confident going into the final. I didn't want them to know your true capability." 

Monica nodded as Jennifer undid the head harness and removed her bit. "Thank you Mistress." 

"You're most welcome dear. Now if you'll excuse me, I am also riding Jack's cart." Elizabeth said as she went to get weighed again. Jennifer and Bill helped Monica get free from the Bike while Heather and Edward helped Karen out of her head harness.

"Karen, you did great out there. I heard you finish right behind me." Monica said to her fellow Circle B runner.

"Monica, congratulations on the win, and good luck this afternoon. You were right, it's a hell of a thrill running out there." Karen said smiling. 

Monica grinned back. "Almost as good as sex huh?" 

"Not even close. By the way, do you know if Python was planning on attending this weekend?" Karen asked.

Jennifer turned and stared at Karen in disbelief. If I had been out there running around half naked, the last thing on my mind would be finding a guy with a garden hose for a cock to bang me." 

"No idea." Monica said as she turned to enter the stall and get out of her harness. 

As the pulled the straps from her and got her freed from the harness, Monica stepped forward and bent over the sawhorse again. Jennifer hesitated, and then sighing stepped forward and started to work the tail out of her friend. "This thing really sits in there doesn't it?" 

"Yeah, I had this one custom made, smaller shank, but standard mushroom to keep it in better." Monica said.

Jennifer managed to get the tail out of her friend and was standing wondering what to do with it when Monica stood and started to laugh. "I'll take it. There should be a sink here to clean it." 

Jennifer started to blush and turned to find Bill grinning at her. "It's not funny. I just didn't know what to do with it." 

"The look on your face was precious." Bill said as he collected the straps. Monica returned and laid the now cleaned plug on the harness. Then she sat on a stool and started to unlace her boots.

"Why do you wear boots, it would seem that the better costume would be running shoes?" Jennifer asked.

"You mean you never read the book?" Monica asked.

"What book?" 

"Oh my God. Bill get her a copy, quick." Monica said smiling.

"You mean there's a manual about being a pony girl?" 

"Sort of." Monica said smiling.

Jennifer resolved not to question this any more. She decided that some things are better left unsaid, and other things are better left unknown. 

Monica dressed in her shorts and sports bra, and then the trio went to watch the men race. Monica sat comfortably and waited. Jennifer kept glancing up nervously, and fumbling with the bag of Monica's gear. 

"Something wrong Jennifer?" Monica asked.

"I'm not sure I want to see five guys with erection control devices running past me." Jennifer admitted.

Monica laughed and told her to enjoy the race, and cheer for our friends.

The second group of racers came out of the barn for parade and the race while the third group was suiting up. Jennifer watched the men's event, and then they anxiously awaited the female event.

The third event's women walked out doing the same high stepping walk. Monica pointed out the "peroxide blond" Slave Sindy, who was her biggest competition. 

"You ran your lap in a minute and twelve seconds Monica. That's fast isn't it?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, I could have knocked a second or two off, but Elizabeth pulled me up to keep some in reserve." Monica replied.

The race started and Jennifer saw the women straining to get the carts moving and then she saw that the blond was fast. She was first off the line, a huge burst of power to get the cart moving. Then she was fast around the track. Bill touched his watch as she finished and glanced at it. 

"Monica, she ran it in a minute eleven." Bill said. "She's fast.

Monica nodded and then smiled. "I just beat her." 

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked.

"She didn't let up, not one bit. She was still leaning forward as she crossed the finish line, leaning into the weight of the bike and the jockey. That was her very best time, I can beat her now." Monica explained.

Jennifer held Monica's hand as they watched the males race their final heat. Then the announcer said that the final races would be at four this afternoon, and please come back to see the champions race. Then the announcer reminded the spectators that the demonstrations of team Pony Girls would be the pre-race entertainment.

They went up to lunch and Monica accepted well wishes from a number of people. The lobby held the names of the people who had qualified for the final. This time there was three from the Circle B, and two from the Bar D who had qualified for the final race. 

Monica had a baked potato and a salad for lunch. She ate and then excused herself to the bathroom after taking a small bag from her kit bag Jennifer still carried for her. Jennifer and Bill waited in the lobby for her and after a short while Jennifer started to get concerned. 

"Do you think something's wrong?" Jennifer asked.

"No, I think she's giving herself an enema or perhaps two." Bill answered softly.

"Why?" Jennifer asked.

"It gives her less weight, among other benefits." Bill answered. 

Jennifer turned and saw Monica emerge with the same small bag, empty. Monica tucked it into the big bag and nodded at Bill. 

They walked down to the track again and Monica took some enjoyment watching the demonstration of paired pony girls. Two Dom's were driving chariots through an obstacle course, really a series of stakes, which if touched by the slightest breeze would fall over. The girls were blindfolded, and all commands came through the leads. 

"Now that's impressive." Monica said.

"Yeah, that's amazing." Jennifer admitted.

The ponies were high stepping as they moved around the track cutting left and right as they moved through the staked serpentine. 




The Author Pt. 09



Those left in the stands were clapping and cheering as the ponies were then turned to leave the track. 

"Monica, we have an hour and a half until your race. Time to start getting ready." Bill said.

"Yeah, let's go check the bike, and then I'll get suited up, or strapped up, or whatever we should call it." Monica said.

Jennifer watched as Monica went over the bike, the weights had been removed. New weights were waiting for her. "Only eight pounds this time Monica. That should be better right?" 

"Yeah, we'll put them in the same place." Monica said. She strapped the dead weight on the main support bar; left and right of the seat the jockey rode in, and made sure they were secure with duct tape.

Taking a can of sewing machine oil from her bag, she put a few drops into the wheel axles and spun the wheels. Satisfied with the free spinning wheels, she turned and nodded at Bill.

Elizabeth showed up and the four of them went into the stall to get ready. Monica took a bottle of Afrin and gave her nose a quick squirt. "It opens the airway, makes it easier to breath." Monica explained to a confused Jennifer. 

Stripping nude Monica began to stretch and flex. Doing jumping jacks to get her blood moving. She reached into her bag and put earphones on and began to listen to her iPod as she stretched. 

Jennifer turned a questioning eye to Bill. "She's psyching herself up, getting her mind and body ready for this. She didn't do any of this in the morning, planning on holding something back obviously. Now, she'll have an easier time breathing, less weight, and a more focused mind. Don't ask her any questions when she takes the earphones off. Don't distract her." 

Elizabeth was watching all this carefully. "She's about ready mentally, and physically, she should have eaten a light lunch." 

"Baked Potato and a salad." Bill answered.

"Good, the Starches will be turning to sugar now, giving her more energy." Elizabeth said nodding.

Jennifer was again struck by the huge amount of effort Monica had put into this. It was obviously a hobby, but one she took seriously. She waited and Monica stepped forward and held her arms up. Bill and Elizabeth began to strap Monica into her harness. They used fingers to see that straps were tight, but not too tight. Monica turned and flexed and bent at the waist. 

Then the part Jennifer had some experience at, lacing the boots. She worked on one while Bill did the other. Soon Monica was shod in her racing boots. A voice called out that parade was in twenty minutes.

Monica removed her earphones and turning laid across the sawhorse. Elizabeth gently inserted the tail and nodded when it was seated home. Monica stood and went through the flex and bend routine before nodding once and standing still. Elizabeth then connected the last straps, threading the tail through the straps easily. 

Monica moved out of the stall holding her head harness and bit. She walked to her Bike and her eyes flicked over it one last time, looking for anything that would be a problem. As she looked up she smiled and walked to Karen and wished her luck. Then to the others she said. "Good luck everyone." 

Walking back to her position as Bill had gotten the bike down off its jacks. Monica knelt and waited as Bill and Elizabeth hooked the cart to the harness. Monica put her head harness on, and accepted the bit between her teeth. Standing she allowed Elizabeth to connect the leads to her bit. 

Elizabeth was talking softly to her pony now, telling Monica all the things that they were going to do, and had done. Bill and Jennifer waited. 

"Racers, approach the door for parade." A voice called out. Jennifer walked along side Monica as they approached the door. Monica was still flexing and adjusting herself to the hard straps. She seemed to be quivering in expectation. 

Once again the announcer was talking about the huge efforts the racers have put to get here, and advising everyone to give the ponies all the support you can. Jennifer heard the crowd cheering already as the track was prepared for the race. The parade followed and Jennifer walked with Monica to the track, stopping on the outside to stand with Bill once the racers had been lead through. Monica had the middle slot this time, her position based upon the times from the morning events. 

Jennifer stood and watched her friend parade around the track, admiring the way that Monica's muscled form seemed to easily pull the cart with Elizabeth in it. 

The racers approached the starting line after their parade and warm up. Again the strap was raised and as the ponies approached the strap the loudspeaker blared the traditional trumpet blare from the horseracing world. Jennifer shook her head in astonishment. 

In a few seconds, the bell and the announcer shouted "And they're off." Jennifer was screaming for Monica to run. She couldn't tell how Monica was doing until the first turn, outside of the Slave Sindy, the others right behind her. Monica stayed with the blond through the turn and down the back straightaway, it wasn't until they reached the second turn that Jennifer could tell Monica had taken a slight lead, perhaps a step ahead of the blond. Monica had drool running down her chin and glistened with sweat as she powered through the corner headed for the finish line. The blond seemed to give a burst of speed but Monica matched it, and then poured even more energy into her running. 

Jennifer felt her throat getting sore from shouting "Run Monica, run." The announcer had to call who won; Jennifer couldn't see the line well enough to tell.

"At the wire, it's Monica, Rebecca, Karen, Geneva, and Suzanne." The announcer said. "These results aren't official yet, so don't start paying off those bets just yet." 

In a couple minutes the announcer said. "The results are official now, it's Monica, Rebecca, Karen, Geneva, and Suzanne. Congratulations to all our ponies, Subs, you did a great job, and should all be proud. One more round of applause as the ponies pass in review."

As Monica passed the line, she was turned to her left and stood for a moment while Elizabeth accepted a trophy from the judges there. Then she was lead back to the gate and towards the stable. Bill was waiting for her and walked on one side of Monica as Jennifer fell into step on the other. Monica was grinning hugely around her bit. 

"Congratulations Monica, great job." Bill said reaching over and patting her on the shoulder.

"That was awesome Monica, I'm so proud of you." Jennifer said.

The crowd in the stands was still applauding as Monica entered the barn. She stopped near the stall and knelt to allow Elizabeth to exit the Bike. Then she stood while Bill and Jennifer unclipped her from the cart. Once free she threw her arms around Bill and then Jennifer in a group hug. Then she turned to Elizabeth and hugged her. Bill was unbuckling the head harness while Jennifer was still clapping with others in the barn.

As her harness came off, Monica smiled hugely and waved at everyone. Then she walked over to the other racers and thanked them for a great race. Thanking the crowd, she then walked into the stall followed closely by Bill and Jennifer. 

Jennifer took the tail and walked off to wash it while Bill removed the harness and boots. 

"OK, now I need as shower, do you think we have enough water in the RV or should I shower here." Monica asked.

"I think we can spare the water in the RV." Bill said smiling. "Then you can dress right there, we didn't bring fresh clothing." 

Monica nodded and said. "That's the plan then sir." 

Bill smacked her playfully on the ass and then told Elizabeth. "We have a cake at the RV. It's the Itasca on row four, I'll get the music playing." 

"Great Bill, I'm sure most of us will want to stop by before dinner." Elizabeth said hugging Monica once more. "Monica, you have much to be proud of, you worked very hard to earn this." She handed Monica the trophy. 

Jennifer looked at it, wondering what it could say without giving away the big secret of the Bondage Ranch's. 

"Winner, Annual Memorial Day Weekend Race." Read the succinct message. On the top was a simple gold cup. 

Jennifer beamed at her friend. She felt so proud of and happy for her. 

Finished dressing finally Monica followed the others out of the barn as the Male racers did their after race victory lap. Monica asked someone who won, and upon hearing it was Jason from the Bar D, she nodded and said, "He's fast." 

Back at the RV, the girls decided they both needed a shower, and Bill fired up the external sound system and laid out the cake. Glancing around he ducked inside to get some paper plates and forks for his soon to be arriving guests. He didn't see Jennifer, and sticking his head around the door to the bedroom still didn't see her. The water was off, and he peeked in the door to the bathroom, which was open. Inside, Jennifer was soaping up Monica while kissing her deeply. 

Bill decided that if he said anything, then people would be eating the cake while the three of them tried to break the hydraulic leveling jacks. Turning away he smiled expecting a good night in a few hours. 

Heather and Edward were outside as he arrived, and helped him lay out the plates and forks and napkins he had picked up with the cake. 

"God, that's an awesome cake Bill." Heather said smiling. Others were trickling up, Nicky swung by and waved and then was off again in search of the perfect party. That was Nicky's way of saying congratulations.

Monica and Jennifer came out wearing mini dresses and running shoes. The applause of the gathered friends was genuine and heartfelt. Monica hugged several and thanked them for all their help over the year. She wiped tears from her eyes and began to cut the cake. 

Jennifer helped pass the cake out to friends, celebrating the victory. She accepted her own piece, which was part of the horse, and Monica got a similar piece. After everyone had enjoyed the cake, they headed into the house for dinner proper. Bill and Jennifer stayed behind to clean up and put the left over cake away, there wasn't much left, perhaps four or five pieces worth. 

Following ten minutes later, they arrived and got into line. Monica was the center of attention, and she deserved it, had worked to earn it. 

After dinner the masses were moving towards the party rooms, and the trio spent an hour or so at the first one, a Roaring twenties type of room. They did the flapper dances and then the girls went to the bathroom. The trio decided to hit the Calypso room and danced into the room following the sounds of the steel drums. They had all had a couple drinks, no scenes tonight, so alcohol is allowed. 

To say they were having the time of their lives would have been an understatement. They had just entered the room and spread out slightly. There were a number of people who wanted to congratulate Monica, comment to Bill on the race, or just say hello. Jennifer was smiling at faces she had seen, but hadn't been introduced to and trying to be friendly when she saw him.

Jennifer saw him and froze. It couldn't be, but here he was. A thousand miles from where she last saw him. She had just been to the bathroom, if not, she would probably have urinated on herself. She stood there in absolute disbelief; he looked just like he had that night, all that time ago. 

Bill turned to glance at her, and then did a literal double take as he saw her condition. He couldn't believe what he saw in her as Jennifer was obviously in shock. She went pale, and her eyes were open wide, in disbelief? Or was it fear? Bill approached her and as quietly and gently as could be managed in the loud music asked. "Jen, what is it?" 

"It's him." Jennifer said in a small voice.

Monica was next to them now having seen the sudden stop that Jennifer had made. "What's wrong?" 

"I don't know, Jen, talk to me, what is wrong." Bill said in a compassionate voice.

"It's Jeremy. He's here." Jennifer said staring at Jeremy as he approached. Now only five feet away and coming to a stop. 

"Well if it isn't slut Jen, how are you slave?" Jeremy asked in a voice that dripped with derision. 

Bill glanced at him for only a moment, then without any warning drew back his arm and threw a hard right fist into Jeremy's face connecting with Jeremy's nose and lips. 

Jeremy was knocked backwards, collapsing to the floor. Jeremy held his hand to his face, his eyes watering badly. Blood ran between his fingers as he held up his left arm to protect himself. Gasps of surprise and shouts of outrage filled the room as people realized what was going on. 

Monica's eyes almost bugged out of her head and she was torn between what to watch, Bill's never before seen rage, or Jennifer's abject terror. 

Bill was reaching for Jeremy then, rage rippling off him in waves strong enough to be felt, or seen. Timothy, a fellow Dom from the Circle B, and two others grabbed Bill as he moved forward. Grasping his arms Timothy shouted "Bill. God damn it Bill, settle down." 

Bill wasn't going to be appeased so easily. He wrenched his right arm free of the man holding it and lunged for Jeremy again. Jeremy scrambled backwards to get away. Timothy shifted his grip and wrapped his arm around Bill's neck.

"Bill if you don't stop I'll have to knock you out. Damn it Bill. Stop now." Timothy commanded.

Monica made her decision, she had to stop Bill first, then get him and Jennifer and get out of here. She looked to Jen, praying that she would understand Monica's intentions. Monica turned and ran in front of Bill and put both her hands on his chest. "Bill, you can't do this. You must stop now. Jennifer needs us." 

Bill focused on her, and as he heard her words, he turned his head toward Jennifer who still stared at Jeremy.

Bill quit struggling with one more long hate filled glare at Jeremy before he turned to Jennifer. The men holding him relaxed their holds, and shifted position to place themselves between Bill and Jeremy. 

"Jen, it's OK, you're safe now. No one is going to hurt you." Bill said while he gently placed on hand on her shoulder. Monica came to her other side and wrapped her arm around Jennifer.

Jennifer turned her eyes at Bill, and nodded. "Can we leave?"

"Yes, come on, let's go." Bill said just as gently.

James and Mark arrived running into the ballroom then. Mark spoke first. "What the hell is going on?"

Timothy started to tell the story, and then stopped. Turning to James instead he said, "Bill hit one of the Dom's from Bar D." 

"What?" James asked obviously shocked. "Bill? What happened?"

"James, not now. At the RV, if ever." Bill said tightly.

Two of the three people present who knew the story walked out of the ballroom, and down the corridor. James and Mark tried to piece together what happened. Monica went with her friend, and her Dom. 

As Mark and James questioned him, Jeremy's version made it sound as if Bill was some sort of jealous lover. 

Bill had Jennifer on the couch at the Winnebago when there was a knock at the door. Bill rose to answer the door and stepped outside with James and Mark.

"I'm sorry for the scene, but not for the act of punching that prick." Bill said hotly.

"OK, we have his side of the story, and he wants a council of members to strip you of all rights and privileges tomorrow." Mark said.

"What? Is he out of his mind? I'm not a member of this club." Bill said confused.

"Bill, it's his right. Apparently he's been doing his homework, he found that you had sex with Monica when she was wearing the blue collar, which almost but not quite prohibits such activity." James said. "He's using that to claim that you're a out of control Dom."

"Who told him that James?" Bill demanded.

"Bill, since Jeremy is a member in good standing, he can demand a council, while you don't answer to me, our agreement with your ranch says you'll abide by our rules." Mark said.

Bill looked to James for an explanation. "Under Bar D rules, if a Dom misbehaves, he can be stripped of all rights and privileges, and his membership canceled, for violations of the rules. We don't have the same rule in place, but as the visitors, we are bound by their way of doing it." James explained. "Under that agreement, I would have to honor their decision Bill." 

"You have to be shitting me." Bill said. 

Monica was now standing at the bottom step of the RV's doorway and in a very angry voice shouted. "If you kick Bill out, my membership is also canceled. I can guarantee that a dozen of us will follow him." 

Bill turned and said. "Easy Monica, no ones getting kicked out." 

Jennifer sobbed behind Monica also in the doorway. "It's my fault, not Bill's." 

James sighed. "I would like to know your side of the story." 

Bill considered for a moment. "I can't tell you James, not right now. I need time to think. When is the council going to meet?" 

"In the morning right after breakfast. I would also like to know Bill. I don't know you, but your reputation is one of a clearly conscientious and dedicated Dom." Mark said. "I can call it off, but I need a good reason. One that the council members would agree was a good reason." 

Bill considered. "I was considering pulling out tonight, as I understand it, that would cause you some problems James?" 

"Don't worry about me Bill, I want to help, you know that." James answered.

"I'll be there in the morning James, I will present myself to this council." Bill said. "Out of curiosity, is that little prick on the council?" 

"No, he's only been a member for six months. The members of the Council are elected, only after they've been members for more than four years. It's made up of three Dom's and three slaves. In the event of a tie, I cast the deciding vote." Mark said. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Not right now, apparently I have a trial to prepare for." Bill said tight voiced.

"No, it's not really a trial, it's intent is to learn the truth, and get the offender whatever assistance they need to become better. I'll tell you what. If your actions are justifiable, I'll personally wave the council's gathering and any decision they make, between James and I." Mark said.

"You'll have to, if his actions are explained to my satisfaction, I won't bar him for it." James said.

Monica and Jennifer both understood what Bill was being told. Give us a reason, any reason to sweep this under the rug, and we'll do just that. Please trust us with this information, and we'll do anything we can to avoid a bigger scene. 

Bill stood considering and then turned to Jennifer. "Gentlemen, can you excuse us, we have some discussions to conduct in the family so to speak." 

After shaking hands, James and Mark walked back towards the main house. "OK Ladies. This goes way out side of the normal Master Slave thing. I want input from you both. I won't violate Jennifer's trust, so that's out of the question." Bill began.

Monica looked between them and began. "Bill, I don't know the story myself. I only know she was terrified of him. I don't know why you were Jennifer."

"He raped me." Jennifer said in a small voice.

Monica gaped at Jennifer and then turned to Bill and said. "You knew that? That's why you hit him?" 

Bill nodded. "She told me some months ago." 

Jennifer turned to Monica and spilled the whole story. Her life story to date. Monica held Jennifer's hand and listened and then when it was finished held Jennifer in her arms. 

"Bill they need to be told. The council. The slaves will never stand for a Dom who did something like this. Never. We'd rise up and overthrow the council if they voted to condemn you." Monica said.

"I won't tell them." Bill said firmly.

"Damn it Bill, you don't understand. He not only raped her, and fucked up her mind. He violated the most basic belief in our world. He went past safe word. Yes, they were kids, but the thing is when she said stop, he didn't." Monica said and then turned to Jennifer. "What about the next girl who feel's like she's had enough. Does he blow past that safe word too?" 




The Author Pt. 09



Jennifer sat feeling utterly miserable. Looking up at Bill she said. "I don't know Bill." Jennifer sobbed. "I don't want to tell them what happened. I don't want to go through it again. I just went through it with my Mom and best friend. I can't do it again. I can't keep going through this over and over again." Burying her head on Monica's shoulder she asked a rhetorical question. "Doesn't it ever just stop?"

Bill wrapped his arm around Jennifer and looking at Monica for a moment said. "She's spent years trying to move past it. He really fucked her head up, and you can see how brittle she is. Even if I just stand there and recite what she told me, no one would believe hearsay evidence. They would want, demand that she go through it. She loves you and telling you almost broke her."

Bill kissed Jennifer's forehead and held Monica's hand. "I'm going to offer no defense for my actions. Nothing. That's my decision. I'll stand and allow them to toss me."

Monica sat back and looked at Jennifer. "If he offers no defense, they'll toss him." Monica said. "If they do that, I won't want anything to do with them. I hate injustice." 

Bill nodded slowly. "I'm the one on trial. I won't betray her trust Monica. I want you to respect it too. We are bound together, to help and protect one another. I can save you two, I can't save the world, and won't try." 

The next morning Bill was awake when Monica and Jennifer woke up. Bill was sitting and staring out the front window. 

"Change your mind Bill? You could offer a version of the story. Something to placate this witch hunts." Monica said.

Bill looked at her for a moment. "I've never lied. Never lied to another Dom, never lied to a Sub. I won't start now. I won't tell the truth, I won't lie." Bill said determination clear in his voice.

Jennifer had tears in her eyes. "Bill, you'll have to tell them." 

"No, I won't. I promised you a long time ago you could trust me. That was told in confidence, I won't betray it." Bill paused and continued. "I was just thinking about how much money and time I could save if I gave the club up." 

"Bill" Jennifer began and was promptly cut off.

"Jen, if I tell them, they will demand to hear it from you. I won't put you through that, not for membership in any club." Bill said. "I know this was hard for you, and I won't pretend to know how hard. I won't make it any harder on you." 

Monica hugged Jennifer and tried to comfort her. "Jen, it's OK. Let's do this and walk away from these pricks. Fuck them." Turning to Bill she smiled. "Besides, I won the cup, I really planned on ending my pony career. Perhaps I'll start running in local races. I've never run a race where I was dressed before, it would be a nice change." 

Jennifer smiled. Her two lovers were willing to sacrifice everything to protect her. That made her feel so loved, and protected. It also made her feel shitty about Jeremy getting the best of her again. She dreaded this morning. She dreaded watching Bill get banished. It seemed like a nightmare. The whole thing was so great until last night. Watching Monica run and win was such a thrill. 

As they dressed, a small part of Jennifer wondered what would have happened if she was just a little bit braver. 

None of them had any apatite. They sipped coffee and nibbled at toast. No one spoke and none of them felt like eating with anyone. Bill endured and ignored the looks of derision from the other members. The Circle B folks were sympathetic, but they needed information like anyone else to justify their feelings. The Bar D people were just short of openly hostile towards the three of them. Jeremy's story of the event including his explanation of Bill being an over reactive jealous lover was plausible. Especially when they didn't really know anyone from the Circle B all that well. 

James looked sick as the committee met. Bill had told him that he was offering no defense. These were about the only words spoken by Bill. James felt awful knowing he would have to keep his word, and banish his own friend, who had helped build the Circle B. At the same time, he felt a wave of admiration for his friend. Bill stood before the committee holding his head up and with no expression on his face. 

The committee waved Jeremy aside. They had heard his story last night, and again this morning. The question before them was painfully obvious. "Master Bill, you've struck another member, you punched a fellow Dom in full view of a hundred witnesses. Do you have anything to say to the committee that would justify these actions?" Asked the senior member, a Female Dom who appeared to be about fifty.

Monica watched the proceedings while Jennifer kept her head down. This action as much as anything else seemed to support Jeremy's story of Jennifer's being responsible by playing with everyone's heart.

"No Mistress. I do not." Bill answered.

"I've been in this lifestyle for almost 30 years, on both ends of the whip. I've never heard of Dom's fighting over a woman before." Mistress Kelly finished looking disapproving at Bill. 

Bill met her gaze, and didn't flinch under her stare. He slowly flicked his eyes back and forth over the members and remained standing and silent. 

James rose. "Sir, if I may." Turning to Bill. "I have vouched for you, and assured them of your character. I told them that you wouldn't have done this without reason." 

Bill turned to James and said. "I can't defend my actions."

Jennifer finally lifted her eyes from the ground. There were tears in her eyes as she saw Bill standing before the group with no hint of remorse in him. Turning her eyes to the other side of the circle she saw Jeremy smirking. He was actually smirking. He knew that Jennifer wouldn't want this out there, so he sits back knowing he's fucking her over again.

Jeremy was thinking pretty much what she thought he was. He had realized last night, when that black slut looked surprised, that Jennifer hadn't told anyone about that night on her birthday. He knew then that she wouldn't tell anyone today. For her to admit her little slut ass had been cheated on by him that long ago, and it had affected her like this, would be very demeaning to her. Jeremy couldn't wipe the satisfied grin off her face, this action would cement him into the social group better than anything he could have thought of, then he would be able to ease himself into more private scenes, and introduce these sluts to the joys of drugs to go with the sex and rock and roll. Jeremy watched the council and Bill as they prepared to banish him, and the slut probably, forever. That would open the door to a lot of closed off spaces. 

Monica tore her eyes from Bill to Jennifer and saw something she never expected. Jennifer was getting mad. No, that wasn't right, she was seriously pissed off.

The senior member of the Council began to call for a vote on the banishment of Master Bill for violating the basic ideals of respect and trust between Dom's when she was interrupted. 

"No!" Jennifer shouted to the gathered Dom's and Sub's. "I won't stay silent any longer Jeremy." Turning to Master Mark the owner of the Bar D. "Sir, may I address the panel?" Jennifer rose.

"Who are you?" Mark asked. "What do you have to tell this council?"

"I'm Jennifer, Bill's slave. Well, his sub. We're not collared yet." Jennifer said. "I know why he did it, and I know why he won't say anything." 

"Will you tell us?" Mark asked.

"I will." Jennifer said.

"Jennifer, no." Bill said softly. 

"Bill, I have to. I can't let him get away with this too." Jennifer said. Turning back to the council she said in a louder, and stronger voice. "Bill hit Jeremy, because Jeremy raped me." 

Heads snapped to Jeremy at that proclamation. The Bar D people looked doubtful as Jennifer started her tale. She told them about her eighteenth birthday, how she was celebrating it with her boyfriend, and his slip up in bed. 

"I was horrified that he could have slept with my best friend, on my birthday? I told him to stop, to get off of me. He laughed, and told me he hadn't washed after fucking Cathy. He was in me with a dick covered in her, and he laughed at me as I cried for him to stop." Jennifer said, tears running down her cheeks. "When it was over, he freed one of my arms, and told to get out of his apartment. I threw his stereo through a window, and got a black eye for my defiance." 

The Circle B people looked about ready to riot. The looks from the Bar D crowd were no longer hostile as Jennifer described the attack. Her mental anguish at the traumatic experience.

"I let that rape control me, for years now. I've been afraid to commit, afraid to trust anyone. Bill helped me, drew me out, and showed me what I was missing. He knew what I had kept secret, and knew what Jeremy did to me. I told him once a few months ago." Jennifer wiped her eyes and continued. "That's why he hit Jeremy, he knew what Jeremy had done to me, and how long I struggled to get over it." 

Bill had wrapped his arm around Jennifer as she spoke. James looked horrified as Jennifer told her story. The subs around the circle shifted closer to Jennifer. They turned angry eyes at Jeremy. He began to realize he was suddenly the one in a great deal of trouble.

"It didn't hurt her. She's here isn't she?" Jeremy said defiantly.

The council seemed quite upset at the description of events. Mark waited until Jennifer finished her story. "Sub Jennifer, I personally thank you for sharing that with us. I can't imagine how difficult it was for you. I have no doubt that we've just heard the truth from you."

Jeremy stood up and shouted. "It still doesn't give him the right to hit me." 

Bill looked at him, considering him, as you might consider something stuck to your shoe. He wasn't alone, the council also considered Jeremy in a new light. Not only the description of the attack, but his open hostility was totally wrong. He should be at the very least, apologetic towards Jennifer.

"He's right, it doesn't give me the right to hit him." Bill began. "At our farm, violations of rules are punished with a red collar or red band. For a set time, you aren't allowed to play, only serve others. A red band means your instructions aren't followed. The Dom's who are wearing a Red Band normally serve as scene safety's or lifeguards."

"Red is also the farm's safe word, something we hold inviolate." Bill said staring at Jeremy. "I don't wish this to become a wedge issue between our two farms. In order to atone for my error, I will voluntarily wear the red collar, symbol of our slaves, symbol of service, for a months worth of weekends." 

A gasp went up as people grasped what he was saying. A Dom doesn't serve the whims of others. Bill would have to obey the orders of everyone.

Mark smiled and nodded. "Our farm has no such punishment, but perhaps we should adopt it. I believe we can suggest that Jeremy also participate. Since his report of the event wasn't wholly truthful. A Dom must understand that his word must be true, to fellow Dom's, and to his subs." 

"I'm not wearing any fucking collar." Jeremy shouted at Mark. "No fucking way. I'm not a slave or a sub."

"I presume that the council would accept Master James' word that I had fulfilled my duties properly and completely?" Bill asked utterly ignoring Jeremy's protests.

Jennifer looked at him as though seeing him for the first time. Monica stared open mouthed at Bill. 

Mark nodded and said. "Certainly, like you, James is a man of honor. I will assume that James will accept my word that Jeremy's somewhat less than truthful statement has been addressed?" 

James who had remained standing said. "Indeed I would Master Mark." 

"If no one on the council objects, then it is so decreed." Mark said.

"I said I'm not wearing any fucking collar. That's for the sluts and fags." Jeremy said.

It would be difficult to imagine a worse possible phrase to utter under those circumstances. At that moment, Jeremy's last few supporters evaporated. Those who had thought he was OK, perhaps a little cool, felt their anger grow at him. A true Dom always respects the service of a Submissive, the Dom honors the submissive and the service that submissive renders. A true Dom understands the symbiotic relationship that is the Dom Sub culture. Jeremy was not a Dom. It was apparent now that he was a sadist, one with a pathetically small ego. 

Jennifer smiled slightly at Bill. Jeremy was beaten. Bill would take the punishment, Jeremy wouldn't. It would mean that Jeremy wouldn't be allowed back at the farm. It would also mean that Jeremy wouldn't have any subs to play with outside the farm.

As they turned to go several subs stepped forward and hugged Jennifer. One asked her to promise to be in Georgia next year. Jennifer said she would try.

Monica stood by Jennifer, her arm around the woman she loved. As they left Jeremy was still shouting at the council saying he wasn't wearing any fucking collar. 

Bill loaded the ladies into the Winnebago, and was raising the legs when Mark walked up with James.

"I understand your reluctance to say anything Bill. You certainly lived up to your reputation. Only a Dom who is truly dedicated to his Subs would be willing to risk banishment for his slaves. Only one who is worthy of being a Master would be willing to wear a collar. How did you know that Jeremy wouldn't though?" James asked.

"I didn't. I didn't care. What was important was getting Jennifer out of here, feeling like she won, while her courage was still holding. Facing him was more difficult that I can ever imagine. I'm wearing the collar as a symbol of my respect for your Ranch, and to apologize for the scene I created. I'm still not sorry for hitting him." Bill said.

Mark shrugged. "Oh well, he's not welcome back until he wears the collar, the council decided on two weeks for misrepresenting the truth. The subs on the council have informed me that they won't be playing with him for a while. I've already heard whispers about his honoring of the safe word being reluctant at best." 

Bill nodded. "I think that's why Jennifer spoke up. She didn't want him to do it to anyone else." 

"That's a tough lady, lot's of heart. Give her my best please." Mark said shaking Bill's hand and walking away.

"Where you off to now?" James asked.

"Statesboro, I need to get Monica back to school on Tuesday, which means I'll have to drive hard today and tomorrow to make it." Bill said.

Monica was walking up to them. "We're stowed inside this beast Captain, all the loose things are secure. If we're a little late, that's OK. Tuesday is my entry level classes, and I can always call one of my grad students and get them to teach for a day."  

"Jennifer?" Bill asked.

"I think she's fine, for the first time in a long time Bill." Monica said with heart.

Bill nodded and flipped the switch to raise the leveling legs. Turning to James after closing the access door he said. "I'll be there this weekend to begin my punishment." 

James shrugged. "I figured I'd just report you were punished our way later." 

Bill shook his head. "I said I'd do it, I'll do it." 

"I know, figured I would offer you a way out Brother." James took his hand and said. "See you next weekend Bill." 

Getting inside the Winnebago Bill walked to the couch where Jennifer was sitting. 

"You OK Jen?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, I feel fine. A little tired, but fine for the first time in a while." Jennifer said and then turned to him. "Would you really have accepted banishment for me?"

"Yes. Without hesitation." Bill said as he hugged her. "I'm responsible for you both, I'm your Dom." 

"Yes Sir." Jennifer said smiling. Bill was the first guy she ever knew who would willingly sacrifice himself for her. He was worthy of her trust, and her love.

Monica echoed Jennifer's statement a moment later. "Yes Sir, you are responsible. You're also the only one who can drive this land yacht. You can get it out of here without a tug boat can't you?" 

Bill smiled at the good-natured jibe. "I think so. I can guess the next part, let's get the show on the road right?" 

The women nodded their heads, and Bill moved to the drivers seat and started the engine. He double-checked that the legs were up, and the sliders locked, and pulled out of the slot easily turning towards the road and the exit. He stopped and checked out, receiving their cell phones and ID's. Then he pulled out into the country road the Farm was off of and headed for the interstate and Georgia. 

They drove until just after dark, stopping only twice, once for a quick bathroom break, and a sandwich, another time for fuel and to service the tanks on the RV. At dark, they pulled into a Wal-Mart parking lot, and Bill explained. "I'm not going to bother stopping at a camp area. We can rest here, and then move on in a few hours when we wake."

Monica nodded. "We've got some cold chicken for dinner, and other leftovers to make picnic style plates out of." 

Jennifer sighed and said. "This means another morning of 'watch the water ladies' from Captain Ahab here." 

Monica laughed at the expression on Bill's face. Jennifer joined in and the trio went to get the leftovers from the fridge and make some plates. As the leftovers were pulled from the fridge, Bill activated the slide out sections of the RV. This meant that they could rest, and love, more comfortably.

Bill returned to eat a plate of leftovers, and had a piece of Monica's cake. 

Jennifer was quiet for most of the meal, and Monica kept looking at her with concern on her face. "Jen are you OK?" 

"Yeah, I was just thinking. I know Jeremy better than you two, and I don't think he'll quit." Jennifer said softly. "He never knew when to quit before." 

"It's over now Jen, he can't hurt you anymore." Bill said gently.

"I just can't shake the feeling that something else is going to happen with him. He's going to be pissed that he's out of that club. That I am sure of." Jennifer said.

Bill sat back, and considered. Monica got up and walked to the couch. "Monica, you are as brilliant a person as I have ever known. Do you think it's over?" 

Monica sat for some time thinking. After a minute she began. "I don't know what he's going to do, he's out of options regarding the farms. How ever, I agree with Jennifer, it's not over yet. That little bastard is just egocentric enough to do something stupid." Monica admitted.

Bill sighed and nodded. "I was thinking the same thing. I can't imagine what he's going to do, but I'm sure he'll do something. Short of something extremely stupid, I can't imagine what it is." 

Monica grinned. "Engineers have a saying, we stole it from Einstein actually. What's the difference between genius and stupidity? Answer: genius has a limit." 

Bill smiled, and then chuckled. Jennifer laughed out loud at the perfect truth behind the statement. Monica grinned. "Never bet against stupid." 

"Well we can't spend all night worrying about what stupid is going to do, but we need to agree that when he does do something stupid, we meet it as a team." Bill said.

Jennifer snickered. "All for one and one for all?" 

Monica rose and took the plates up from the table. "I don't know about that Musketeer stuff. I do know that the group is always stronger than the individual. The larger the group, the greater the combined strength." 

Bill rose and started to help with the dishes. Jennifer rose and tried to enjoy her last night with both of her lovers. Soon Monica would be finishing the school year in Atlanta, and she wouldn't see much of her until the summer when Monica moved to Statesboro. Jennifer began to rinse the plates off and felt Monica's arms wrap around her waist. 

"I'm going to miss seeing you every day sweetie." Monica said. 

"I was just thinking the same thing." Jennifer admitted. 




The Author Pt. 10



Bill woke with Jennifer next to him and stretched as he sat up. It was time to get back to work, he had enjoyed the week away from the difficulties of writing, but it was time to work. He nudged Jennifer who smiled at him as she woke.

"I kind of miss waking up with Monica. I liked that." Jennifer said, as she started moving.

"Yeah, me too. But in a couple months, she'll be here with us every morning. In the mean time, we have weekends together." Bill said as he headed for the bathroom. Jennifer entered as he exited and attended to her immediate need. Then Bill took a moment to enjoy the view, as she got ready to shower, and headed downstairs to get coffee started. He was back upstairs as she was coming out of the shower and he took her place.

A quick and light breakfast, cereal and toast with coffee and they were in the office.

Bill made some adjustments to the storyboard to reflect his new ideas, and then sat at his computer. Jennifer looked at the pile of mail from roughly three weeks of inattention, and sighed. She had a lot to do, and she got started on it.

It was two in the afternoon when the phone rang. Bill answered it as Jennifer was out of the room. "Bill Carter."

"Mr. Carter, this is Robert Preston from the Bill O'Bannon show. We wanted to get a comment from you about a story we're doing tonight."

"Mr. Preston, I'm not aware of anything that might be newsworthy, although I have my most recent book, Death Tide, coming out in paperback form next week."

"Mr. Carter, we wanted a comment, or better yet to have you in the studio to respond to the allegations of Mr. Jeremy Lyons." Preston said.

Bill felt a chill run down his spine. "What allegations are you talking about?"

"Mr. Carter. Jeremy Lyons has presented us with documents which appear to be copies of a sworn deposition to the FBI concerning your and his activity in both the drug trade, specifically he claims to provide drugs to you, and underage women." Preston said.

Bill blinked twice and said. "He said what?"

Jennifer walked in and looked at Bill in obvious confusion. He was agitated.

"Mr. Carter. Jeremy Lyons has presented us with copies of his deposition, his sworn statement concerning both his and your activities in the drug trade and sexual abuse of children." Preston said again.

"My comment Mr. Preston, two actually. I'd like to see those documents, and everything you've just mentioned is a flat out lie." Bill said with anger ringing in his voice.

"Mr. Carter do you deny you hit Mr. Lyons when he refused to provide you with additional drugs until he was paid?" Preston asked.

"Mr. Preston, it is Preston isn't it? I have no further comment at this time." Bill hung up swearing.

"What is it Bill?" Jennifer asked obviously concerned.

"Jeremy that little shit, just confessed to the FBI, probably for immunity, that he's been providing me with drugs and little girls for my sexual proclivities. He's telling that asshole O'Bannon that I hit him when he wouldn't give me more drugs until I paid him."

"Shit. That son of a bitch. That lying little prick." Jennifer said angrily.

Bill sat back and tried to think. The phone rang again. Jennifer answered it and listened for a moment. "Bill, it's Molly."

After a twenty-minute discussion with his publisher, he hung up. Until he cleared his name, publicly, he was persona non-gratis with the publishing company.

Bill sat and fumed. He could understand Molly's actions; hell it was really all she could do. However it was damned infuriating, and couldn't have come at a worse time. He had seriously depleted his savings buying the RV and all the expenses of the last week were about to break him. He figured he had about three or four months worth of money, including paying Jennifer, before he went flat broke. He needed to clear this up, and fast. The problem is how do you disprove someone's statement. The obvious answer with the truth wouldn't work.

His contract with the Circle B was for ten million dollars. That would mean James could, and would, foreclose on the house, the RV, everything, and still be nine and a half million short. Bill's future earnings would be attached at a fifty percent rate until he paid James the money. So telling the truth, while clearing his name, would succeed in destroying him financially.

Jeremy was smarter than he appeared. He worked out some sort of deal with the Feds, to offer testimony against a public figure, in exchange for immunity. Then he went public with the documents destroying Bill in one swift and fairly smart move. The only problem is that Jeremy expected to come out on top, and didn't want to lose all he had. So he hadn't told the truth, he went for the jugular. He brought in child molestation knowing it would immediately turn everyone against him.

"Shit." Bill said again after looking at the box he was in. In order to clear his name, he had to admit to the farm, and that meant destroying James's dream, and his own he admitted. Banishment was only tolerable because he knew that the others would be making the dream a reality. Destroying the farm, even to save his own ass, wouldn't be something he could do.

Jennifer sat and watched Bill think. "Is there anything I can, or should do Bill?"

"Yeah, I hate to say it, but you're going to have to go back to your apartment. Call Monica, fill her in, and tell her to keep her head down and mouth shut." Bill said. "I need to see those documents, and I need to hear what Jeremy is saying. After that, I don't know what I'm going to do. For now, keep everything low profile."

"OK, when do you want me back, or do you?" Jennifer asked.

"You know I want you back, come in the morning like always. Assume that the press is going to be here. Ignore them, no matter what they say. Understand?" Bill asked.

"Yeah. Bill, I'm really sorry about this." Jennifer said.

"It's not your fault, it's Jeremy, and the little prick thinks he's slick. Problem is, I don't see a way to beat it just yet." Bill said. "I'm working on it."

Jennifer rose to leave. "Bill, I love you."

"I love you too, now go, get out of here before the Press shows up." Bill said.

After she left, he took the phone off the hook and unplugged the handset. He knew it would be ringing off the hook soon enough. His home office number was too well known; his cell was safe enough, for now.

He packed some clothing and loaded it into his car. He needed time and room to maneuver. He couldn't accomplish anything if he needed a parade permit to keep the cops from arresting him when the press followed him everywhere. Leaving a short note for Jennifer, he headed towards Atlanta.

He checked into a motel outside the city and turned on the Television waiting for the O'Bannon show to start. He watched it, and waited, stewing in anger. He considered going up to Rochester, the location where the little prick was, and beating him to death. Field reporters said that Mr. Carter wasn't at his home, and apparently wasn't in custody yet. The court reporter assured the talking heads that the Feds hadn't yet filed for a warrant for his arrest.

Bill sat and fumed. He needed something to work with, and he had nothing but the knowledge that Jeremy was lying. How could he use that?

He called Jennifer, no reason to have her run the gauntlet. "Jennifer." Bill said as she answered. "I don't have much time, I'm working on something, and you'll need to trust me. Take tomorrow off. I'll be in touch."

"Bill, are you all right?" Jennifer asked obviously concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I've got a ton of things to do right now, and I need to get started." Bill said.

"OK, I'm here if you need me." Jennifer said.

Bill hung up, now he needed a plan. How do you tell the truth, without telling the truth? Well you keep the questions vague enough, or specific enough. That might work, a polygraph. A drug test, urine and hair, could be done in an hour, two at the most. That would disprove that portion of his claim. Bill used his laptop to get the documents that the O'Bannon show had put on the web. He read them and smiled. He could do this.

Using the laptop's Internet, he searched for a Lawyer. A good one would cost, but it would be worth it, if he moved fast. He didn't search for great criminal lawyer, or exceptional criminal lawyer. He searched the message boards for scrupulously honest great lawyer. He wanted one with a reputation of being absolutely honest. Then Bill called James and asked him for a big favor.

"James, I know you saw the show, I've got a plan, but I need something from you."

"Bill, where are you?"

"I'm in a hotel, dodging the press for now, I need some time, and I need you to do me a huge favor."

"What favor Brother?" James asked.

"I need you to send me by e-mail copies of my contract with Circle B, black out the ranch name of course." Bill said.

"What? Bill, those are very sensitive." James said.

"I know, if my plan works, the only person who will see them will be my lawyer." Bill said.

"If you plan fails?" James asked.

"Then the Feds will take them when they raid the farm. By now, they're getting evidence together. How long before a Judge gives them access to my banking records, which of course leads them right to you Bro." Bill said. "I have to move now, and head them off, before they get too far inside."

James drew a deep breath, and then said. "I've never regretted trusting you before Bill, I don't think I will this time either. PDF format all right?"

"Yeah, that's great James, I'm going to be very low profile for a day, maybe two, probably two." Bill said refining his plan.

James signed off, and in ten minutes the email program notified him that a message was in. Bill downloaded the file, and then checked it. It was good and clear. Then he turned out the light and set the alarm for 5am. He needed to be at the Lawyers when the office opened. He didn't have time to waste.

At six am he was on the road to Atlanta, arriving in the city proper at seven thirty. He parked and taking his laptop in a briefcase went to the building where Jonathan Simmons, the attorney, had his office. Taking the elevator up to the twenty-seventh floor, Bill leaned against the wall after finding the door locked. In fifteen minutes, a woman came down the hall and opened the door.

Bill followed her in and said. "I need an emergency appointment with Jonathan Simmons please."

The Blond woman smiled at him and said "Mr. Simmons is always very busy, may I tell him your name and what this is regarding?"

"Sure, I'm Bill Carter, the one on TV last night." Bill said.

The woman's smile faded somewhat, and she became more businesslike. "Yes Sir, if you'll have a seat." Then she dialed a phone and told whoever answered that Bill Carter, yes that Bill Carter, was in the waiting room.

Bill waited for another thirty minutes when a man in his late forties entered. They introduced themselves and Bill followed him back to his office.

"Mr. Carter, I don't normally do high profile criminal cases. I'm not sure I'm the choice for you." Simmons started.

"Mr. Simmons, I need your help to prove my innocence today, tomorrow at the latest." Bill said.

"Mr. Carter, I doubt that the Federal Prosecutor will have charges ready before next week, perhaps even next month." Jon said.

"Mr. Simmons, I want your help because you are considered to be scrupulously honest, and that is what I need. I am absolutely innocent. I want your help to arrange the following tests to be arranged. I want a drug test, urine and hair, and I want a polygraph from the Federal Prosecutor." Bill said.

"Mr. Carter, if I were to take this case, I would most strenuously advise you to do nothing of that sort. We wouldn't want to prove their case for them." Simmons said.

"Mr. Simmons, the accusations are a lie, but dangerous. You see, I belong to a bondage club, with a very stiff penalty if I divulge the existence of the club. I have a file of the contract here. I need to nip this in the bud right now. If I delay, the Feds will follow the banking records to this club. I will swear to you, under oath, on the polygraph, that everyone there is an adult, over the age of 25 as far as I know, at least over the age of 21."

Simmons leaned back. "Mr. Carter, are you telling me you are really innocent?"

"Yes sir I am."

"You are prepared to take a polygraph test to prove that?"

"Yes."

Simmons considered for a moment. If Carter was innocent, his reputation was on the verge of being ruined. The dark specter of child molestation had been raised. If he was guilty, and they followed Carter's plan, then Simmons would be basically handing him up to the Feds. "Mr. Carter, before I take you as a client, I need to tell you something. If you are guilty, in the slightest guilty, your plan is in essence suicide. I'm not in that business. I'll understand if you want to go and think about this for a few minutes."

Carter smiled at him. "Still think I might be guilty, giving me a chance to leave your office before I can commit eh?"

Simmons nodded. "Mr. Carter, I've had lot's of people sit across from me and profess their innocence. I prefer the truth; it gives me more to work with. If you prefer to adjust your story, I'll see what I can for you."

Bill opened his laptop and opened a file on it. Then he stood and placed the laptop on the desk and turned it so it faced the lawyer. "This file is the copy of the contract I signed with the club I mentioned. You're a lawyer. You tell me what happens if I divulge it's existence to anyone except as required for testimony of an actual, not alleged crime."

The lawyer started reading, and finished the three-page document quickly. He went back and re-read two sections again. He frowned. "Mr. Carter, that document is what you said it was. You signed it knowing that it gave the owners of this club that kind of sway over your future?"

"Yes sir, because I know, and trust the owner. Also the members of that club, I'll reserve their names, are powerful members of our society, and have a great deal of interest in protecting their privacy." Bill said.

The lawyer leaned back. "The man on TV last night, Jeremy something, he knows of this document?"

"Yes, he signed a similar one for a similar club." Bill said.

The lawyer nodded. "Mr. Carter, the fee for this isn't going to be cheap. I'm going to have to adjust my schedule for the next two or even three days."

"Mr. Simmons, if I don't get this cleared up soon, your fee will be the least of my worries. Frankly, I have a book to be released in paperback in less than two weeks. This accusation places its release in jeopardy. If it doesn't release on time, then I might as well give up being an author, because I'm doomed. Every day this is out there, more people believe it, and start to petition for me to be taken off of book store shelves. Every day, I lose more readers. I need to prove my innocence to the Feds, and then to the public. I can't do it alone." Bill took a deep breath and shook his head. "Mr. Simmons, if I don't get this straightened out soon, in the next day, or two at the most, I'm a dead man as far as my work goes. Proving my innocence in six months or a year is useless, my books still won't sell, people will believe I wasn't prosecuted because of lack of evidence or whatever."

"Mr. Carter, I'm not sure we can get the Prosecutor's office to go along. They don't like making statements about someone being innocent." Simmons said.

"They did it for Richard Jewell, that's all I want. A simple statement that I have proven to them that I am completely innocent of the charges made by Jeremy Lyons." Bill said.

"If they won't agree?" Simmons asked.

"Then you call a drug testing laboratory, and have me tested. You call a polygraph tester, and have it videotaped. Then we go to Bill O'Bannon with it." Bill said

"Why O'Bannon?"

"He started this mess, he can help clean it up." Bill said.

Simmons nodded. "Mr. Carter, if you're lying to me, it won't last long, but I'll take the case. First, I'll need information. I need to know everything that you know, about all of this mess."

Bill reached into his jacket, and wrote a check for $10,000 and handed it to Simmons.

Simmons looked at it twice and then set it down. "A substantial amount, more than I would charge for three days work."

"Call the rest a retainer for future service." Bill said. "If we're successful, I'll never miss it, if we're unsuccessful, I'll need a good attorney."

Simmons took a legal pad and began making notes as Bill began talking. He told the truth, reserving only the name, location, and members of the Bondage farm. Telling Simmons everything that he knew took two hours. He told Simmons about Jennifer's rape. About Jennifer's discovery, and her amazing journey through the fire of self-doubt to get this level of confidence. He told Simmons about the scene with Jeremy, and the council the next morning.

"So the Council passes it's own judgments on the members?" Simmons asked.

"Yes, that's my understanding. I'd never heard of one, but I know there are millions of things I'm ignorant of." Bill answered.

Simmons considered and said. "The Prosecutor's is going to want to know all of this."

"No." Bill said.

"Not even in confidence?"

"No. Under no circumstance. They'll leak it sure as hell, and the club would be ruined." Bill said.

"Yes, I can see your point. It would probably get out, at least as a rumor." Simmons said.

"Now you know why I need you Mr. Simmons." Bill rubbed his face. "I can't keep this from them on my own, but your reputation, They'll believe you if you tell them that as far as you know, and you know it all, there is nothing criminal going on."

"I can say I am not aware of anything you may be involved in that is criminal. I don't know what you haven't told me." Simmons said after a moment.

Bill smiled. "If you have a sticky note, I can give you a list of the crimes I've committed in the last two years. I drove recklessly two weeks ago, I punched a man four days ago."

"That's it?"

"Yep, I filed my taxes honestly, I don't normally speed, and my car's a Subaru, not built for speed. I don't do drugs, or drink and drive, I have a CDL from college." Bill threw his hands up. "I don't do anything except write books and go to the club."

Simmons nodded, paused. Then he started a new sheet of paper, and began to write. He filled one sheet and moved on. He filled three more. Tearing the sheets from the pad he handed them to Bill. "See if you would object to these questions?"

Bill started reading. Turning the page, he read the second, third, and then fourth sheet. "Interesting, you've covered all the accusations made by Jeremy, while avoiding entirely the club." Bill said. "I can honestly answer these without violating my contractual agreement."

"Yes you can Bill, and if you don't mind I'm going to call you Bill and you call me Jon." Simmons said.

"Ok, fine with me Jon. So do we call the Prosecutor?"

Pushing a button on his phone Simmons said. "Becky, can you call Jim Baxter at Brown and Shaffer and let him know I'm going to need to reschedule our meeting this afternoon?"

"Yes sir." Becky said stiffly.

"Then clear my schedule for the next two, no three days."

"Yes sir." Was the same stiffly delivered reply.

"But first, get me the US Attorney on the phone. I need to arrange a meeting and clear Mr. Carter's name from these absurd allegations." Jon said.

"Yes sir." Was the more enthusiastic reply.

Bill nodded as Jon let the button up. "You see, she was warmer when she believed YOU believed me to be innocent. People have a visceral hatred for Child Molesters."

"I know Bill, it's why I didn't want the case at first." Jon said honestly.

The phone buzzed and Jon picked it up. He began talking to the US Attorney and quickly outlined the problem. Mr. Carter is here, and he's absolutely innocent. Then he requested a meeting at the US Attorney's office with an FBI agent present who is familiar with the case. He stated that the information Mr. Carter is willing to provide is almost guaranteed to be helpful.




The Author Pt. 10



Nodding he listened for a while and then refused to discuss details on the phone. After a moment more listening, he agreed to a meeting at two this afternoon.

After he hung up he said. "I'm going to suggest a couple things. First, we should be willing to discuss the bondage ranch in the abstract, or perhaps general hypothetical manner."

Bill drew in a deep breath of air and pursed his lips. "Why?"

"They won't be satisfied with my assurance, it's already too big. They will need at least a general idea of the ranch, if only in a hypothetical and off the record manner." Jon said.

Bill sighed. "You've read the document, how specific can I get?"

"No names, or locations, that's a given. However I think you can discuss the safety procedures and policies, generally, and of course hypothetically. With the understanding that it's not to be quoted to you at all." Simmons said.

"Possibly, I'll think about it." Bill allowed.

Simmons nodded. "Second suggestion, since you are not exactly unknown at the moment, allow me to order Lunch in, and we can work on some of the details."

"That's one I'll say yes to. I've been too tense to eat for about a day now." Bill admitted.

Simmons nodded and then pushed the intercom button on his phone. "Becky we'll be ordering lunch in, I can't very well have my client mobbed by people on the street who think he's guilty."

Becky appeared at the door and walked to Simmons' desk handing him a hand full of menus.

Simmons took the menus and handed them the Bill. "Whatever you like Bill."

Bill glanced through the usual assortment of Chinese, Pizza, and sub menus. Handing one over he said to Becky. "Grilled chicken sub, mayo, chips please Ma'am."

Becky nodded and turned to Jon. "Roast Beef for me Becky. Get something for yourself unless you have plans, I really do need the next couple days clear."

Becky said "Thanks, nothing special planned for today Jon. I'll get on this."

They were going over questions and details of both the Farm's activity and Bill's own history when the sandwiches arrived. Bill was answering more questions about himself than he had in a very long time. Before he had gone into the Lawyers office, he had turned the phone off and kept it off. It had to be Jennifer, Monica, or both, and he didn't have time to debate the wisdom of his plan. He needed to focus on it. After some consideration he turned the phone on again.

As soon as it went through the power up cycle, it showed a dozen missed calls. Half a dozen voice mail messages waited for him. The text message icon began flashing. Three text messages from Jennifer, all begging him to call, one from Monica, asking the same thing.

He called Jennifer and had a short conversation with her, explaining that he was in a lawyers office, and working the plan as fast as humanly possible. With any luck, this mess should be settled in another day at most. Just say away from the house, and keep your head down.

Hanging up the lawyer said. "She's been through a lot lately hasn't she?"

Bill nodded. "I would say so. More then I would ever wish for her to endure."

Looking at his watch the Lawyer said. "I'm going to use the restroom, and then we should go Bill, the US Attorney considers himself too important to wait on mere civilians."

Bill smiled and nodded his understanding. Taking the opportunity to answer natures call he walked with the lawyer to the BMW that Jon drove. A fifteen-minute car ride later, they were walking into the US Attorney's office. Ten minutes later they were in a conference room with two other people.

Bill sat quiet while Simmons outlined the position, and offer that Bill was making. The FBI agent, Johnson, sat frowning. He kept looking at Bill as though through his stare, he could browbeat Bill into confessing. Bill smiled thinly. Dexter, the Assistant US Attorney, sat with his lips pursed listening to the offer.

At the end of the explanation from Simmons Dexter turned to Bill and said. "Mr. Carter, we'll be happy to accept your statements, and even happier to get them proven by a lie detector test. The questions aren't negotiable, and the results can't be made public, much less sworn to in public."

"In that case, our next step is clear, Mr. Carter and I will walk away." Simmons said. "We'll arrange a drug test with a reputable laboratory, full testing including hair follicle sample, and a polygraph with multiple video cameras. At the end of the test, the tester, again one known to be reputable, will sit down before the cameras of the O'Bannon show and walk the public through the test and demonstrate where Mr. Carter is lying, or telling the truth."

Bill sat silent while his lawyer paused and then continued. "In the very next breath of air, after the results of both are made public. The story will be not only how Mr. Lyons has lied about Mr. Carter, but also how the Prosecutors office here refused to take any action to publicly clear an absolutely innocent man. Instead allowing that man to be in essence pilloried in the court of public opinion. I can tell you what the Editorials in the paper will be, if you can't imagine it."

The prosecutor frowned again and glanced at the FBI agent. He could well imagine exactly what the Editorials would say, and what his boss would say, and the questions from Congress and the Department of Justice.

"Mr. Devon, My client is a public figure. He's prepared to answer questions absolutely clearing him of any wrongdoing or any illegal activity. In order to salvage his public and in fact professional life, he's asking only one thing in return. That either someone from your office, or the actual tester of the Polygraph make a simple statement attesting to such on TV, either the Bill O'Bannon show or similar show. Obviously conditional on if he passed the tests, the public assurance is obviously conditional of his passing the tests and satisfying this office that the allegations made to this office are in fact false."

"You said you would be willing to answer some questions. May I ask what questions Mr. Carter feels would satisfy this office?" Dexter asked.

"Certainly sir." Simmons said as he handed the four sheets with handwritten questions on them.

Dexter read the first sheet and then passed them to the Agent. After the fourth sheet he seemed to consider for a moment.

"The specific questions are in relation to the allegations, while anything to back up the specifics are in fact quite general and vague." Dexter said.

"Yes sir, they are." Simmons said.

"Mr. Carter, would you be willing to tell us about anyone with whom you have had intimate relations?" Dexter asked.

Bill frowned. Glancing at his Lawyer and getting a small nod he began. "Mr. Dexter, This is understood to be off the record, and if I'm ever quoted, I'll deny it."

Dexter frowned and looked at Johnson, who shrugged. This conference was already off the record as far as he knew.

Dexter agreed. Bill began. "I'm going to tell you about a club, one of a number of them. Call it hypothetical if you like. These clubs are organized around and for the exploration of Bondage. The activities at this club are strictly controlled, and always consensual."

"I'd like more information about these clubs." Dexter said.

"I can't give specifics. My attorney has read a non-disclosure agreement signed by myself. The only loophole in the agreement is if a crime is committed at the club, then and only then am I released from that agreement. Under this situation, no crime has been committed at the club, and if I give you any information, I'll be liable for ten million dollars in damages." Bill said.

Simmons spoke up. "Dexter, I've read these documents, and they are absolutely iron clad. It includes a power of attorney to allow the owners of this club to seize his liquidate any and all assets to pay any and all debts. It would also allow them to attach any and all earnings."

"I would want to be satisfied that the participants of this club are not molesting children." Johnson said.

"Mr. Johnson, we will allow questions pertaining to the fact that he is unaware of any activity where any of the participants are either under 21, or any of the activity being non consensual. I have been briefed on the clubs, and it would appear that they take great pains to insure that the participants are safe, as safe as can be expected in such an environment." Simmons said.

Dexter leaned back. "You're willing to submit to a polygraph test to that extent? Also make such statements under oath?"

"Yes sir, I am." Bill said.

"You understand that this is not admissible in court, and if you fail the tests, both the drug and the polygraph, all you're doing is confirming our suspicions?" Dexter asked.

"When we pass those tests, we expect someone from this office to be willing to comment to that effect in public." Simmons said.

"That's out of the question, this office doesn't make statements about an individual being innocent." Dexter said.

"You do in extreme cases, for example, Richard Jewell. If you don't agree to that Mr. Dexter, then our course is clear, and my statement to O'Bannon will be that you were offered the opportunity to get the information first hand, and refused because you were unwilling to publicly clear an innocent man, instead protecting a now proven liar. In effect, participating in the public humiliation of a law abiding citizen." Simmons said.

Dexter frowned again; the press would love that story. They would be screaming about Hoover still running the FBI and the DOJ.

Dexter picked up a legal pad and wrote a half dozen questions on the paper. Handing the Pad to Simmons he said. "I want answers to those questions before I'll agree to anything."

Simmons read the questions and handed them to Bill. Bill read them and frowned. If he answered those questions, he would forfeit the money, and his life for all intents and purposes. "Mr. Dexter, as I understand it, these questions would only be germane if I was shown to lie under oath, or under the polygraph about the accusations."

"That's correct Mr. Carter. However I want to know, the information would be confidential." Dexter said.

"Sir, the information would be too hot to remain confidential. This asks for names of public figures, and it would get out. If not from your office, then a secretary, or court reporter, or someone would leak it to the press. It's just too hot to keep quiet." Bill said.

Dexter ignored the insult and said. "I will personally guarantee the information's confidentiality sir."

Bill considered and then said. ""I'll make you a deal. I'll write the answers out, swear to them being true and correct, and then seal the answers in an envelope. I'll sign a document that allows my attorney to surrender that envelope to you if and only if I am found to have failed the test. My Attorney who has been briefed on the club can guarantee that the information on the sheets is the same as that which I told him this morning, which is the truth."

Johnson the FBI agent leaned forward and said. "I have one question before any deal is agreed to. Why would Jeremy Lyons lie?"

Bill leaned back for a moment and since the Attorney knew the answer he didn't have to take any time to brief him. "Last weekend, there was an altercation between us. I hit him, punched him in the nose. I did that because six years ago, he essentially raped a woman I'm familiar with. She identified him. He acknowledged the event, his version, in public the very next morning. When the facts became known to a club disciplinary panel, Jeremy was given a punishment he could not accept to maintain his membership. He is, or was a member of a sister club in another state. He knows about the agreements, has to have signed one himself, and this way he knows that I can't respond with the truth, I'd be bankrupted. I can't just stand there and say it's a lie over and over again."

"The statement can't be anything specific." Dexter hedged.

"Of course not. We merely want you to read a short statement similar to what you did for Richard Jewell once he was cleared. Something along the lines that Mr. Carter has taken and passed both a urinalysis, hair follicle test, and polygraph test, and satisfied this office that all the allegations against him are completely false." Simmons answered.

The agent and the prosecutor looked at one another. The deal was too good to pass up. If Bill Carter was guilty, he was walking into their trap. If he was innocent, he deserved to have his name cleared.

Handshakes closed the deal. Bill wrote the answers to the questions longhand, and sealed it into an envelope. He signed the documents instructing his attorney to present those answers to the US Attorney if an official determination is made that he failed the lie detector test.

Next up Bill provided the required samples for the drug test including several strands of hair.

Bill then met with the man who would be administering the polygraph test. He went through the questions. The attorney's rephrased some of them. The FBI agent added a couple, and they went through them again.

At the insistence of Bill's attorney, a video camera was set up to show Bill taking the test, a copy of the video would be made available to O'Bannon to show the fairness and properly administered test.

Bill sat in the chair and answered the questions with yes or no answers, as designed, while hooked to the machine. The video camera recorded everything. The forty minutes in the chair seemed to drag on forever. Bill focused on the blank wall and kept his mind clear. He answered the questions as agreed. Lying twice on irrelevant questions to show his physiological reactions to a lie.

After the test he was rolling his sleeves down. "I plan on asking Bill O'Bannon for time on tomorrows show. I'm assuming that you'll have an answer before then?"

"Mr. Carter. I expect to have an answer before noon tomorrow. If you failed, you probably won't be available for the interview. You'll be in jail." The Prosecutor said firmly.

The test administrator packed up his kit and left the room.

Bill watched as Simmons called the O'Bannon show and explained that they would be available for an interview tomorrow night. When the attorney was asked for specifics of the interview, he simply said. "We expect to set the record straight. We have already demonstrated to the satisfaction of the FBI and the US Attorney that Bill Carter is absolutely innocent of all the allegations of Jeremy Lyons."

Bill could hear the pregnant pause on the other end of the phone line. "How did you manage to satisfy them this quickly?"

"Mr. Carter submitted to a Polygraph and Drug testing including hair follicle tests." Simmons said.

Bill leaned back. So much could still go wrong, but he needed to get the word out now that he was innocent.

In the hotel room a little later, Bill watched as O'Bannon closed his show promising exclusive information concerning the allegations against Bill Carter tomorrow night. The press was now alerted that breaking news was coming soon.

Bill was exhausted. He turned the phone on and then called Monica and Jennifer in conference mode.

"I can't talk long girls, I'm extremely busy, and exhausted." Bill said.

"Bill O'Bannon said he's going to have information on tomorrows show. What's he got now?" Monica asked.

"We called him, the Attorney and I, and we're giving him the bag. I have spent most of the afternoon with the US Attorney, and have taken a polygraph and drug testing to prove that Jeremy is lying his ass off." Bill took a deep breath and then continued. "When the results are analyzed, the US Attorney is going to make a public statement, on the O'Bannon show, that I have proven to them that the allegations are completely false. Naming of the tests I've taken, and passed, is part of the deal."

"Bill. Jesus, this could all backfire badly." Monica said. "If they decide that you've failed the tests, or if the Feds release the specifics of your statement, it could bankrupt you. The press would never stop hounding you. Jeremy could still turn this back on you if he tells about the farms, and he might do that if you've cornered him like this."

"I know, but I'm committed. I've already taken the test, and as far as I know, passed it. I need something from you Jennifer." Bill said.

"What?" Jennifer asked in a small-frightened voice.

"Call the papers in the morning, tell them you work for me, call from the house if you think you can get in there tomorrow. Tell them you're authorized to notify them that I have cleared my name, and will give full details on the O'Bannon show. Got it?"

"Bill, they're going to want details." Jennifer began.

"Tell them you aren't aware of the details, and really you aren't. Only that we have proven to the FBI and the US Attorney that we are absolutely innocent." Bill said.

"If I can't get into the house?" Jennifer asked.

"Then make the call's from a public phone. Jennifer, I'm trying to get a feeding frenzy going." Bill explained. "Call Molly if you have any questions. Tell her you have instructions and tell her what I've told you. Try not to use your phone, house or cell, I don't want you being bothered by the press night and day for the next couple weeks."

"What about me Bill, what can I do?" Monica asked.

"You Monica, have a different assignment. I need you to call James, and then some of the gang and tell them I've got this in hand, no details, not yet. Just tell them to watch O'Bannon." Bill said. "Let James know that I'm working to head this off before it gets down to the Farm."

Both women agreed, and wondered if Bill had this as well in hand as he seemed to. They were worried about it. Honestly, at least to himself, Bill admitted that he was worried too. Even though he was exhausted, he didn't sleep much worried about how it was going to play out. The US Attorney was easy; it was the press that was going to be hard. If he could convince the majors that he was telling the truth, they would back off somewhat. The paparazzi would still be a major pain in the ass, but they would take off in time and chase someone else.

If the press didn't believe it, they would start digging, and eventually they would find the ranch and then all hell would break loose. No amount of explaining would ever get them all out of the frying pan.

He needed a firestorm of public opinion against those who attack public figures. He turned the light on and made several notes to discuss with Simmons.

Finally at two am he slept. Four hours later he was up and showering. Too wired to sleep well, to frightened to be able to sit here and wait. He was really scared. So many friends had so much riding on his gamble. If he screwed it up, the Circle B would be gone before the end of the year. Friends would have their careers destroyed. Monica would be lucky to get a job teaching anywhere in the country, forget the idea of a department chair.

Becky emerged from the elevator and found Mr. Carter in the hallway again. "Mr. Carter, you're a very early bird aren't you?"

"Honestly Becky, I'm sorry I don't know your last name Ma'am." Bill said.

"Becky is short for Rebecca. Rebecca Adams."

"Miss Adams, if I show up on the street right now, I'm liable to be torn limb from limb. I can't just sit in the hotel room, I hope you don't mind me hanging around and tapping on my laptop. I'm trying to write a book, and I'm used to having people moving around me. Jennifer, my assistant, is always bustling about, and I miss it." Bill said.

"Mr. Carter, I'm sorry I was rude yesterday." Becky said as she got the coffee started.

"It's all right, I understand. I wouldn't want a child molester around me either." Bill said smiling.

"Was Jon able to help you yesterday?" Becky asked.

"Oh yeah. Tonight we're going on the O'Bannon show, and he's going to prove to the world that I don't do those things." Bill said sitting down and watching the coffee start to brew.




The Author Pt. 10



Becky went to her job, and Bill brought her a cup of coffee when it was done. He sat in the waiting room and tapped at his keyboard without any enthusiasm. Finally leaning back and closing his eyes to avoid staring at the walls.

Simmons came in and found Bill sitting in the outer office and smiled. "Bill, good to see you. I doubt that the Feds are ready to admit their error just yet."

"I know, I didn't have anywhere else to go, not where I wouldn't be responsible for a riot." Bill said.

Jon nodded and after inviting him into the inner office they both sat back to wait. After a moment Jon started reading files on his desk, working other problems while waiting for this one to have anything to work on. Bill didn't mind, he moved back to the outer office and let Jon be.

Jennifer drove to the house and it was the center of a press convention as near as she could tell. She drove by and remembering what she had seen on the highway with Bill, she drove to the truck stop in town. Sure enough, there were phones at the tables. She had printed out a list of newspaper and television newsroom phone numbers. She bought a long distance phone card and started to make calls. First to the reporters she knew, or had talked to while working for Bill. She gave them the message, and the assurance that tonight on the O'Bannon show Bill would not only explain everything, but had already cleared his name with the US Attorney's office.

At the same time, the FBI agent Johnson, Dexter the Attorney, and the Polygraph test administrator were sitting in Dexter's office. "He's telling the truth. No doubt about it." The administrator said firmly.

"OK, how sure are you?" The Prosecutor asked.

"About as sure as you can get. His lie reactions are right on scale. Perfect in fact. You can't fake that. His truth lines are all right here." The man pointed to the sheets. "If you want it in writing, you got it. He told the truth answering those questions."

The FBI Agent nodded as he looked over the test sheets. "He's telling the truth all right. He didn't have any sexual relations with anyone under the age of 21 in more than ten years. He hasn't had any non-consensual relations with anyone ever. He hasn't had any illegal drugs as defined by us on a long list, he hasn't provided any of those to anyone." Taking the results of the drug test. "The lab worked all night on the hair sample. No sign of any drug residue. None. The urine sample was clean as it gets. He hasn't done any drugs. That's admissible, and would be a big shadow of doubt. He didn't do anything that he is accused of."

The Prosecutor shook his head. "Damn, now I've got to get Lyons interviewed again, and confront him with all of this. Shit. We give my case away before it's really going."

"Tell Carter that he failed." The Agent suggested.

"I can't, he knows he told the truth, and he knows he passed." The Attorney said. "Besides, it's not fair to keep him out there twisting in the wind like this. Not for someone else's lie."

"Tell him you'll make the statement after we get Lyons." The Agent suggested.

"Do you think we'll get him? Do you think he'll confess? Short of that we can't prove he lied without using the polygraph, and he's not going to submit is he?" The Prosecutor said.

"We have Lyons admitting he sells drugs, under oath. We can use that can't we?" Johnson asked the Attorney.

"The Jury is going to be informed that he lied about everything else, but he didn't lie about that?" Dexter fumed. "They'll never believe it. I think I can shoot all this to New York, and perhaps they can get a Warrant for a search. If he is really dealing, then he'll have drugs in the house. We might get him for possession if nothing else."

Dexter stared at the collected paper on his desk; he knew what needed to be done, what he had agreed to do. First he had to tell his boss, the appointed US Attorney, and then he had to call Simmons and get the ball rolling on the interview.

Bill accepted the congratulations of his attorney. The Attorney made a call to the television station to finalize arrangements for the interview. Bill used his cell phone to call James and ask him to watch the show. He sent a text message to Jennifer and Monica about the same thing. Then he turned the cell phone off. He had too much to accomplish to waste any time arguing.

A courier brought the copy of the videotape and the documents showing Bill's clean test results for the drug test. The Lawyer made quick copies of both and sent them by another courier to the Television station in town. The O'Bannon show was out of Washington DC, and they were going to do a remote link up. Lunch found them discussing the angles they were going to push during the interview.

"I want to make a statement out of this, about the ease which people have in trying to destroy popular public figures. How we tend to believe the worst in our fellow man or something like that." Bill said.

An hour before the interview they arrived at the studio in separate cars. Bill's plan was once this interview was done, that he would go on home and try to get his life back in some semblance of order. At the studio he shook hands with the Prosecutor and accepted his apology.

After the introductions and explanations Bill began. "Bill, I wanted to begin by thanking you for allowing me on to refute this absurd claim."

"Certainly Mr. Carter, I was astounded to find that you've reportedly already cleared up these charges." O'Bannon said.

"I can comment. I'm Bill Carter's attorney. I was present during the interview and polygraph of Bill Carter. He passed it all with flying colors. No doubt at all."

"Isn't it a bit unusual to be able to clear up such allegations so fast? I mean it's only been two days since Jeremy Lyons made the allegations on this show." O'Bannon said.

"Bill, I'm happy to say that the truth will set you free. Not an original statement certainly, but in this case, Mr. Carter submitted to testing by the Federal Government. Mr. Carter passed both the Drug testing and the Polygraph." Simmons said easily.

"Now, there are some who will say that urinalysis can be fooled, that you can flush your system. Is there any chance of that Mr. Simmons?" O'Bannon asked warily.

"Not at all Bill. Mr. Carter also submitted a hair sample for testing. As you can see, his hair isn't exactly short. The test would cover at least the last four years given the length of hair that he has. That test was also absolutely negative. No trace, no matter how remote, of any prohibited substance was found." Simmons said.

"Polygraph testing isn't admissible in the court of law, yet the US Attorney's office accepted it, why did you submit to such a test?" O'Bannon asked next.

Bill said. "Bill, I'm able to say that it was my idea. The test is not admissible, but it's far more accurate than people think. Properly administered, it's nearly impossible to beat. However the US attorney was given proof of one assertion of mine, the passing of the drug screening. This backs up that test, and removes any doubt from the other allegation from Jeremy Lyons."

"I see the Assistant US Attorney is here to comment." O'Bannon said.

"Mr. O'Bannon, It's not normally the policy of the Justice Department to comment on open investigations. However I can say that we are completely satisfied with Mr. Carter's answers. He is not a suspect in any way or shape, for any crimes. In fact, we are completely satisfied that he has not partaken in any of the criminal activities that he's been accused of." The Prosecutor said.

"We have a copy of the tape which shows Mr. Carter taking the test, and our own expert says it's being administered properly. This test was able to clearly show that Mr. Carter was not lying, is that correct?" O'Bannon asked.

"I prefer to reserve most of the details, but yes, he did take and pass a polygraph."

"The administrator was completely satisfied is that correct?" O'Bannon asked.

"Yes, he was."

"What does this mean for Jeremy Lyons, who so recently made these allegations?"

"I'm not going to discuss an open investigation at this time." The US Attorney said.

Jennifer sat in front of the television smiling widely. Bill had beat Jeremy again.

Monica sat in front of her own television smiling. Bill had headed the posse off at the pass, and beaten them.

Jeremy sat and stared at the television. The phone was unplugged. It had begun ringing off the hook hours ago as news of the interview got out. First the O'Bannon show, then every other reporter was calling. Jeremy sat and shook with rage and fear. Carter had beat him again.

Jeremy had unplugged the phone and started doing lines of coke to try and help himself think. It was painfully obvious quickly that Carter had pulled some trick, and now the whole world was looking at him and that was not a good environment in which to sell narcotics, the only truth he told the Feds.

"Mr. Dexter, as I understand it, Scooter Libby was given 30 months for lying to investigators, do you think you'll pursue a similar case against Jeremy Lyons?" O'Bannon asked.

Jeremy stared in horror at the television as the Prosecutor refused to discuss an open investigation again. Jesus, Carter was willing to bankrupt himself to get me? Is he fucking nuts? No piece of ass is worth what this will cost him. For a big shot like Carter, it had to be five, or even ten million dollars.

The US Attorney again said he couldn't comment to the follow up question.

O'Bannon showed a clip of the video of Bill Carter being polygraphed. The administrator asked. "Have you in the last ten years, had any sexual relations, of any sort, with a minor?"

On the tape Carter said. "No." The needles didn't move much.

They discussed the nature of the question, and the result that the machine said that Bill was telling the truth. Finally they showed one of the test questions, to determine his response to telling a lie. "Are you currently in a relationship with farm animals." The needles went haywire when he answered yes.

Finally O'Bannon said. "I understand from your attorney and this tape that your assertion that your partners have all been fully consensual. Also all participants are not only adults, over 18, but all over the age of 21, is that correct?"

Bill smiled and said. "Yes, you see little prepubescent girls don't interest me at all Bill. I'm a grown up, and prefer my dates to be grown up."

"Then the reports which we aired on this show, of you tying up and molesting children is absolutely false." O'Bannon asked.

"Absolutely. The FBI, and the US Attorney are both completely satisfied." Carter said with a sizable grin.

"Obviously the reason you came on Television was to assure the American People right?" O'Bannon asked next.

"Certainly. You see, little men like this Jeremy Lyons love to feel important. Some sort of ego deficiency I guess. Anyway he needed to feel important and decided to target me. Next thing you know he'll be claiming that Aliens abducted him, or my publisher is a closet lesbian, or god only knows what about my administrative assistant."

Bill Carter shifted slightly and then said. "If I may Bill, I've also been interviewed by you before, and have watched your show regularly for years. While I may disagree with you at times, I've found you to be fair, and honest. If you make a mistake, you make every effort to clear it up, demonstrating that you really are guided by your conscience."

Jeremy feeling trapped stepped to his window to look out and was immediately blinded by bright lights. The reporters had set up outside his house and were shouting questions through the window. Jeremy scrambled to the coffee table where his cocaine stash was sitting. He'd been doing lines all day, and was good and wired. Too wired. He grabbed his pistol, a cheap .32 and scrambled around trying to think. He knew the Feds would be after him any time now. He needed time to think and time to get away.

He slipped to the front window again and looked out. He saw two police cars stopping in front of his house with their lights flashing.

Sergeant Jacobs directed Officer Myers, both answering a radio dispatch from the traffic division of the police department. Sergeant Jacobs job was simple, to get these press people in some semblance of order. They had three vans parked in the fucking street for Christ's sake.

Jacobs took one look at the house. More to familiarize himself with the layout of the area he was trying to control, to get a view of the big picture, then to assess the house.

Jeremy saw this and panicked even more. The cops were ready to rush him now. They would lock him up for fifty years with all the drugs he had in the house. The cop in the second car was actually trying to be slick taking a glance at the house. Jeremy had seen the movies; he knew how tricky cops could be.

Making a quick decision that he could easily shoot his way clear, there were only two cops, and Jeremy was feeling like superman right now. Nothing could stop him.

Jeremy turned from the edge of the window to get a clear shot at the slick cop by the car and aimed the pistol. He fired one round at the slick cop. The front window exploded outwards, the first shot deflected by the shattering glass. Sergeant Jacobs dove for cover behind his patrol car. Myers was on the sidewalk telling the press to get behind cover as he crouched down. "Get down, get the fuck down."

Jacobs drew his service weapon and stuck his head around the end of the car to get a view of the shooter as he called on the microphone clipped to his shoulder epilate for assistance. "Traffic 27, Shots fired my location. Repeat shots fired at police. Request immediate assistance." Sergeant Jacobs didn't hear the response knowing it would be a repeat of what he had just said, and requesting all available units to respond to the shots fired at his location.

Myers was closer, and had a better angle on the window. He drew his weapon, issued by the department, and aimed at the figure inside. Screaming at the top of his voice as the figure started to turn towards him. "Police, drop the gun right now, drop it."

Jeremy was convinced he had shot the first cop and killed him, just like in the movies.

Myers hesitated. This idiot couldn't actually think he was going to shoot it out with the cops. Myers tried to convince himself that the suspect was just turning to obey the command. Myers finger wanted to pull the trigger, but his mind screamed no, and Jeremy fired again. The bullet impacted the van behind Myers. Myers didn't hesitate any longer. He pulled his trigger twice. Sergeant Jacobs fired once.

Two of the three rounds stuck Jeremy in the chest. The third missed wide to Jeremy's left. The first one, a 9mm fired by Officer Myers entered low on his left side and passed through Jeremy's lower ribs and punctured his lung.

Sergeant Jacobs carried a .45 Glock. His bullet entered almost dead center in Jeremy's chest. The bullet, a hollow point expanded as it entered, and traveled through the chest exiting out his back. It passed through his main artery carrying blood from the heart. It severed it cleanly. Jeremy had moments left to live as the pistol he held dropped from his fingers.

Jeremy fell backwards, his body feeling as if a large and unforgiving fist had punched it. Myers was running, racing to the front door. Kicking it in as he arrived to secure the scene. The Press was right behind him, charging in to see the blood and scene of the death.

O'Bannon was interrupted in the middle of his follow on question by a voice in his ear. Grabbing the earpiece he hesitated and then spoke. "We're being told that there has been a shooting at the house of Jeremy Lyons."

Bill blinked several times and then got very pale. He shook his head as if answering some question somewhere. Everyone on camera looked shocked at the interruption.

"First reports are that the Police showed up outside of his house, and someone opened fire on him. We're going live to the newsroom now." O'Bannon said in response to the voice in his ear. The Camera's red light went out, and he was off the air. Turning to his Producer he shouted. "Get us some video of that for Christ's sake."

Bill sat back and exhaled audibly. "Jesus, what the hell was he thinking?"

Dexter glared at Bill and then turned to Simmons, and glared at him. Finally he took the microphone off and walked from the studio set.

Bill and Simmons followed him, removing the Make Up and then stepping out to the parking lot. Dexter was there waiting.

"Mr. Carter, I'm going to assume you knew nothing about this right?" Dexter asked angrily.

"Mr. Dexter, I'm going to assume that you aren't trying to suggest that my client possesses some sort of ability to see the future. That's a tool of fiction writers, not something we have in real life." Simmons said.

Bill said. "Dexter, if I was that good, I'd be employed by Exxon to overthrow whole governments instead of writing mysteries." Suddenly Bill looked at the heavens. "I wouldn't write something like this, it's too unbelievable. Who would have thought the little shit would try and shoot it out with the cops while I was on TV? It's insane. I hoped he would perhaps run to Canada, or flee his home. Who the fuck is dumb enough to shoot it out with the cops?"

Dexter stared at him for a long time and then turned to Simmons. "No sir, I'm not suggesting your client did any such thing." Turning back to Bill he said. "Mr. Carter, I'm going to suggest that you never again appear in my office." Then he turned and walked to his Government Issue Ford.

Simmons reached inside his jacket and pulled an envelope out. "Here you go Bill, you passed the polygraph, and so this belongs to you."

Bill took it knowing what it was. He shook Jon's hand and then turned to go to his own car.

"Bill, I'd like to talk to you about some things sometime, perhaps in a few weeks when this blows over. Could I call you later?"

Bill turned with a small smile on his face. "Sure Jon, anytime."

Bill got into his own Subaru, and left the lot with one eye on the rear view mirror. The Press was paralyzed at the moment, shifting gears from him to Jeremy and then they'll shift back to him. He figured he could make one quick stop before he got home, if he didn't dawdle too long, and if he checked to make sure he wasn't followed.

James let him into the farm two hours and many back roads later. "Bill, you look like hell, are you all right?"

Bill nodded and kissed Sarah on the cheek. Then he sat and filled them in on the details.

"Monica called us and told us what you were up to, I tried to call you but your phone's been off." James said.

Bill nodded and explained about what he had to agree to in order to get the Fed's help on the Polygraph. Then he handed over the envelope.

James held it and raised an eyebrow. "Only your attorney knows about this?"

Bill nodded. "Attorney Client privilege prevents him from telling anyone, and I think we'll like him later. Perhaps you should have someone contact him."

James nodded slowly understanding what Bill was saying. Then he opened the envelope and read the pages inside. He folded the pages and looked at Bill. "This was risky."

"Yeah, so much could still go wrong. I'm not going to be able to come for a couple months. Until the press decides that Britney Spears isn't wearing a bra or something else fascinating. Even then, I'm going to have to keep a low profile for a while to protect this place." Bill said.

"Bill, what you've done, we can't thank you enough." Sarah said looking worried.

Bill shook his head. "I love you guys, and this place, I couldn't risk it's being discovered, that would destroy it, and us all."

Bill rose to leave and paused as James shook his hand. Sarah said. "Bill you look exhausted. Please stay tonight, you can head home in the morning."




The Authorised Auto-biography of Me



Authorised Autobiography of Me

Part 1: In the Beginning.

My afternoon siesta yesterday was interrupted by a message from my EBook provider telling me that a new book had just been released, one that going on my past selections, I would be interested in. With a certain amount of anticipation and enthusiasm, I touched the screen to access this new tome. My enthusiasm died as fast as it had sprung to life, it was the new and improved 435th edition of the unauthorised biography of ME, known as the 'Holy Bible'. How anyone could believe this crap was beyond me, and what made it worse was, I get no royalties from its sale. How unfair is that? I have decided to set the record straight, so here goes; for your interest and delectation, and to set the record straight, I give you the new, Official, Readers Digest condensed book version of the authorised auto-biography of ME (AAofM). In keeping with the modern trend, I will write it in the modern idiom, I will refer from time to time to that other book and comment on its accuracy or lack of. I might even throw in a couple of swear words from time to time, just to demonstrate how 'in touch' I am with the current trends.

In the beginning there was . . . nothing, just me sitting in this void with nothing to do. One millennia, a couple of hundred billion years ago, I said to myself (yes I was talking to myself, who else could I talk to, I hadn't invented you lot, yet). As I was saying, I said to myself, 'Self, what have you to show for your life up until now, eh?' And of course I had to answer my own question, no-one else was going to answer it, 'Nothing, I have done nothing, created nothing, built nothing.' On realising that up until then my life was meaningless, I decided to give it meaning and create something. So I created the Universe, or to be more specific, the Multiverse, and let me tell you it took a damn sight longer than six of your piddling little twenty four hour days.

First I had to come up with a concept, and you know how long that takes. Then I had to do the design work, I didn't have a CAD programme for that, come to it I didn't even have a computer. And then I had to produce engineering specifications and get planning approval for my design, and believe me that wasn't easy, my first couple of hundred concepts I rejected because I decided that they would never work. Then I hit on the 'Big Bang', how else could you explain the ginormous gas explosion needed to create balls of energy around which orbited smaller balls of energy that would eventually solidify into balls of rock? That was the easy part. Having these balls of rock spinning around in this endless space I called the Multiverse, but achieving nothing more than spinning around in this empty space, seemed to me to be a waste of effort, so I had to create life.

If you think that the unauthorised biography of Me (UBM) got it right with its description of how this all began, do I have an investment for you? If you give me a tenth of all your income, I will increase that amount seven-fold, in other words I will give you your money back plus seven times that amount. Think that's too good to be true? Does the term Ponzi spring to mind? You bet your sweet ever-loving A it is, do you really think that I'm stupid or what? If I had the money to give you that sort of return on your investment, would I need to borrow it from you in the first place? And if anyone tells you otherwise then they're telling porky pies (lies). The truth is that it didn't take just 6 days for Me to create the Earth it took a damn sight longer than that. 

This is how the 'Message' version of the UBM describes the beginning:

'First this: God created the Heavens and the Earth -- All you see, all you don't see. Earth was a soup of nothingness, a bottomless emptiness, an inky blackness. God's Spirit brooded like a bird above the watery abyss.' 

'God spoke: "Light!"

And light appeared.

God saw that light was good

And separated light from dark. 

God named the light Day,

He named the dark Night.

It was evening. It was morning -- 

Day One.'

Okay, let's take a close look at this: I created the Heavens, what are the heavens? They are the stars and planets and moons and all of those other things that form the Universes. The stars are massive balls of flaming gases lighting up the space. And I made the Earth, supposedly a bottomless blob of soupy nothingness, an inky blackness, and then My Spirit was supposed to have sat on it like a broody hen until I introduced light. What is it that lights up the Earth? The star that you call the sun! How could I flick a switch and turn on the sun when it was there all the time? Then I was supposed to have separated the light from the dark, day from night. Just how was I supposed to have done that? Did I put a timer switch on the sun so that it turned itself off for a while? 

It gets worse on Day Two: 

'God spoke: "Sky! In the middle of the waters:

Separate water from water!"

God made sky.

He separated the water under the sky

From the water above the sky.

And there it was:

He named sky the Heavens;

It was evening, it was morning -- 

Day Two.

I know that I am supposed to be able to perform miracles, but this would be beyond my powers. Think about it; if you were to take a blob of water and divide it into two blobs with nothing but air between them, what would happen? Because water is heavier than air, the blob above would fall back on top of the blob below re-forming the original big blob. And then I was supposed to name the sky the Heavens! What came first, the chicken or the egg? I was supposed to have started with the Heavens and in the Heavens was a blob, and I divided this blob and placed the Heavens between them? Nah, it never happened that way at all. But it doesn't stop there:

'God spoke: "Separate!

Water-beneath-Heaven, gather into one place;

Land, appear!"

And there it was;

God named the land Earth.

He named the pooled water Ocean.

God saw that it was good.

God spoke: "Earth green up! Grow all varieties

Of seed bearing plants,

Every sort of fruit-bearing tree."

And there it was,

Earth produced green seed-bearing plants,

All varieties.

And fruit-bearing trees of all sorts,

God saw that it was good.

It was evening, it was morning -- 

Day three.'

Am I awesome or what! I produced all of that in one day, I shove the waters aside to reveal the Earth that was there all the time because I made it on Day One. And then I greened up the Earth, but what did I produce first, the seed or the plant, the fruit or the tree? I'll leave that to your imagination.

Then another awesome day:

'God spoke: "Lights! Come out!

Shine in the Heaven's sky!

Separate Day from Night.

Mark seasons and days and years,

Lights in Heaven's sky to give light to Earth."

And there it was 

God made two big lights, the larger

to take charge of Day,

The smaller to be in charge of Night;

and he made the stars,

God placed them in the Heavenly sky

to light up Earth

And oversee Day and Night, 

to separate light and dark,

God saw that it was good

It was evening, it was morning --

Day Four.'

At the risk of repeating myself, I'm repeating myself. How many times did I make the Heavens, the sun and the moon and the stars? Counting this one it's three, the only day that I haven't made them so far has been Day Three! I suppose that, with making all of those plants and trees, I was just too busy to make the heavens again. One UBM put forward the explanation that, while the sun was there all the time, its appearance was Me moving it into position over the Earth. But for Earth to exist, the sun had to be in that position in the first place, for the Earth to orbit.

For my next awesome feat I give you:

God spoke: "Swarm, Ocean, with fish and all sea life!

Birds, fly through the sky over the Earth!"

God created the huge whales,

All the swarm of life in the waters.

And every kind and species of flying birds.

God saw that it was good.

God blessed them: "Prosper! Reproduce! Fill Ocean!

Birds, produce on Earth!"

It was evening, it was morning --

Day Five.

Now the UBM comes to the biggy, the creation of man:

'God spoke: "Earth, generate life! Every sort and kind;

cattle and reptiles and wild animals -- all kinds."

And there it was,

wild animals of every kind.

Cattle of all kinds, every sort of reptile and bug.

God saw that it was good.

God spoke: "Let us make human beings in our image. Make them reflecting our nature.

So they can be responsible for the fish in the sea, the birds in the air, the cattle.

And, yes; Earth itself

and every animal that moves on the face of Earth."

God created human beings;

he created them godlike.

Reflecting God's nature.

He created them male and female.

God blessed them!

"Prosper! Reproduce! Fill the Earth! Take charge!

Be responsible for the fish in the sea and the birds in the air,

For every living thing that moves on the face of the Earth."

Then God said, "I've given you

every sort of seed-bearing plant on Earth.

And every kind of fruit-bearing tree,

given them to you for food.

To all animals and all birds,

everything that moves and breathes,

I give whatever grows out of the ground for food."

And there it was.

God looked over everything he had made,

It was so good, so very good!

It was evening, it was morning-

Day Six.

Hang on a minute! Ignoring the fact that, looking at man's actions of late I've failed miserably with him, sure he's been responsible for the fish and the birds and every living thing, responsible for killing just about all of them that is, but what's with the 'us' and 'our'? If you accept the fact that there is only one God, and I'm it, why use the first person plural when describing the creation of man? Who wrote this stuff, Queen 'we are not amused' Victoria?

And then the Message UBM confuses things even more in Chapter 2:

Heaven and Earth were finished,

down to the last detail. 

By the seventh day

God had finished his work.

On the seventh day

he rested from all his work.

God blessed the seventh day.

He made it a Holy Day

Because on that day he rested from his work,

all the creating God had done.

This is the story of how it all started,

of heaven and Earth when they were created.

Okay, so I completed my building project and the Earth was finished in every detail, I would not have to change a thing, all my creating had been done, evolution would not be necessary. Having done all of this I gave myself an RDO (rostered day off) and that's fair enough, but then the UBM gets all confused about the origins of man.

ADAM AND EVE

At the time God made Earth and Heaven, before any grasses or shrubs had sprouted from the ground - God hadn't yet sent rain on Earth, nor was there anyone around to work the ground (the whole Earth was watered by underground springs) - God formed man out of the dirt from the ground and blew into his nostrils the breath of life. Man came alive - a living soul!

Then God planted a garden in Eden, in the east. He put the man he had just made in it. God made all kinds of trees grow from the ground, trees beautiful to look at and good to eat. The Tree-of-life was in the middle of the garden, also the Tree-of-Knowledge-of-Good-and-Evil.

A river flows out of Eden to water the garden and from there it divides into four rivers. The first is named Pishon; it flows through Havilah where there is gold. The gold of this land is good. The land is also known for a sweet scented resin and onyx stone. The second river is named Gihon; it flows through the land of Cush. The third is named Hiddekel and flows east of Assyria. The fourth river is the Euphrates.

God took the Man and set him down in the Garden of Eden to work the ground and keep it in order.

God commanded the Man. "You can eat from any tree in the garden, except from the Tree-of-Knowledge-of-Good-and Evil. Don't eat from it. The moment you eat from that tree, you're dead."

God said, "It's not good for the Man to be alone; I'll make him a helper, a companion." So God formed from the dirt of the ground all of the animals of the field and all the birds of the air. He brought them to the Man to see what he could name them. Whatever the Man called each living creature, that was its name. The Man named the cattle, named the birds of the air, named the wild animals, but he didn't find a suitable companion.

God put the Man into a deep sleep. As he slept he removed one of his ribs and replaced it with flesh. God then used the rib that he had taken from the Man to make Woman and presented her to the Man.

The Man said,

"Finally! Bone of my bone,

Flesh of my flesh!

Name her Woman

For she was made from man."

Therefore a man leaves his father and mother and embraces his wife. They become one flesh.

The two of them, the Man and his Wife, were naked, but 

They felt no shame.'

Let's face it; Chapter 2 differs from Chapter 1 in so many ways! I've even heard one Pastor try to explain that Chapter 2 is an expansion of Chapter 2. Expansion! It's an explosion. Contradictions run thick and fast, it's almost as if they are two separate accounts of the creation.

For a start Man is here created as a man, not man and woman as in Chapter 1. He is created before the plants and the trees and the animals, not after as in Chapter 1. I was even supposed to have him looking over the birds and animals for a companion. Me, encouraging him to commit bestiality? I don't think so! I am supposed to have put him a deep sleep and removed a rib to create woman, do you believe that? Apart from the fact that if I were to remove a rib there would be an uneven number of ribs, more on one side than the other, and why would I go to all of that bother? Surely I could just take another handful of dust and blow into like I was supposed to have done to make Adam and all of the animals. Oh, so it was so that the society that I'd created was patriarchal, man was more important than woman, now would I do that? No.

And another thing that bothers Me, Eden was east of where? If it was the place where it all began there was nowhere for it to be east of. And all of those rivers that flowed out of it, where are they now? Only the Euphrates exists. 

The sun was created on Day 1 along with all of the other stars in all the universes, and again on Day Two, so when the UBM tells you that I waited until day 4 to produce it, they've got it wrong. And I didn't start with water like the UBM tells us, then separate the water from water by putting the sky in between two layers of water. Then I pushed the water below the sky to one side to form land. What a load of rubbish! It doesn't take a Science degree to realise that it could never have happened that way, just basic knowledge of science and an open mind. That bit in the UBM where it says that there was water above the Earth and water below, that was just the writers not fully understanding the geography of the situation. Have you ever noticed that the colour of the sky is the same as the colour of the sea, or any large body of water for that matter. This is because the colour of the sea is a reflection of the sky, but, because man back then could touch the water, it was wet and tactile, he assumed that what was up there was the same as what was down here on Earth. I can understand that because, when I created man I didn't give him all knowledge in one massive lump, apart from the fact that if I'd given him knowledge of all things his head would have exploded, it was simply because I needed him to exercise the power of reason I gave him to work it out for himself. I also gave him the knowledge that what he thought it was all about wasn't necessarily the final answer, so that he would and could develop his knowledge. I called this progress.

Meanwhile in the second universe to the left, on the verbit Zogg, the third from the minor stelvar Ornax, the dominant mammalian life form, Filax Erectus was making a better job of getting his history right. His UBM began with the 'Big Kablooie' that shot squillions of balls of burning gas into the void where they formed the horivons, what you call the heavens. Then the smaller gas balls began to solidify from the outside in to form the verbits, planets to you, of which Zogg was one. When it got cold enough two of the gases combined to form a clear liquid that was to play an important part in the creation, evolution and maintenance of life on Zogg. They called this stuff 'quatac', you of course know it as water. Filax quickly worked out, using the Me given power of reason, that he was not the first animal life form on Zogg, but the culmination of millions of years of development, and that he was still very much a work in progress.

As with Zogg, I started with land, and it wasn't a flat slab of land with water underneath, it was a ball of rock, an oblate spheroid to be precise. The water came later when the Earth's crust cooled to the extent that it was condensing and liquefying a combination of Hydrogen and Oxygen atoms from the atmosphere. Lucky for you guys I didn't combine Nitrogen atoms with Oxygen or you'd be breathing laughing gas.

But the UBM doesn't stop there with its misunderstanding of what happened, and it claims that it happened the way it says that it did because God told them that was how it happened. I told them no such thing, in fact I told them nothing about this part of the story at all, they made it up as they went along to try and explain how utterly awesome I am, and later how I would punish them if they did the wrong thing. 

Okay, the UBM tells us that the water was separated from the water on day two, and I thought it was good. Nah! I never thought anything of the sort, but let's move on. Then I was supposed to have pushed the water to one side and exposed the land. I know I can do amazing things but this one I can't do, and do you know why? Because it's impossible, that's why. If you get a tray with some water in it and get something and push the water to one end of the tray, what happens when you release the water? It flows back! Elementary science will tell you that.

The next day I was supposed to have vegetated the land, planted grasses and trees and vegetables all creating fruit and seeds and I saw that it was good. If I did that in one day I'd say it was not just good, it was pretty awesome, wouldn't you? Massive great trees growing up into the sky in one day? I don't think so. This little feat took millions of years, actually it took squillions of days because the year was yet to be invented, that would come later after I'd invented the seasons, but no-one was aware of that because man was, according to the now scientifically accepted time line, still billions of years away.

The next day I was supposed to have placed the sun and the moon in the sky to create night and day. But I'd already done that on days one and two when I created the heavens and the earth. What are the heavens? They are the suns (stars) and planets, and moons, and meteors, and comets, and asteroids, and I made them in the very beginning so why should I do it all over again? Think about this, this, the earth could not exist without the sun to orbit around, could it? Something else to think about, we had evening and morning on day one yet the sun and moon, to separate day from night, didn't happen until day four. What made the evening and morning on day one? The sun and the moon, that's what. All credibility in the UBM account of the beginning should have disappeared by now, unless nah, you couldn't be that thick that you would still believe that, could you?

It's about time I set the records straight. 

After the Big Bang and the smaller gas balls began to cool and solidify to form planets, I had to do something with them so I created life. But then I ran into a problem, having created life I had to feed it. The first life forms were single cells and quite frankly boring and all they seemed to do was to multiply. Soon the place was over-run with these pesky things and I needed to control them. So I invented multi-celled life forms that would feed on the single cell life forms, and it seemed to mushroom from there, although I didn't call it mushroom because I hadn't invented them yet. Some time down the track these multi cell life forms got sick of their wrinkly skins and crawled out of the primordial slime, so I had to invent a way for them to breathe air create land based plants to feed them.




The Authorised Auto-biography of Me



It all started to spiral out of control from there. I had to develop plants that these life forms couldn't reach and destroy, then I had to create life forms to keep these tall plants under control, then I had to create more developed life forms that would kill and eat these herbivores to keep that population under control, and so it went. As the herbivores got bigger and stronger to fend off the carnivores I created newer and bigger carnivores until the place was over-run with these giants clumping around disturbing everything. It was around then that another problem emerged. It sort of snuck up on me, the lump of rock that you guys call 'Earth' was getting colder and colder, and it was killing off all of these wondrous things, the plants and animals, that I'd worked so hard to create. It was an Ice Age.

The solution that I came up with was a large meteorite. I grabbed it and chucked it at your planet causing it to tilt on its vertical axis. Because the Earth was orbiting the nearest star, the one you call the sun, this meant that the part of Earth closest to the sun got hot while the part furthest away cooled down. Now when the Earth was on the other side of the sun a different part got hot and this created the seasons, the annual temperature variations that saw the area either side of the middle going through periods of both hot and cold weather, resulting in the ice receding in the hot weather and increasing in the cold weather. Some of the plants and animals developed coping mechanisms to handle these changes, while others died off. Note: The UBM got it wrong again when it said that the Earth was the centre of the Universe and all other heavenly bodies revolved around it, but you should know that now. Before this happened, one measure of time was the daily appearance of the sun. This didn't happen as the UBM tells us, with the sun revolving around the Earth, it was happened because the Earth was spinning on its axis. It took a while, but scientific progress eventually confirmed it. Filax had worked that one out much sooner because he explored his environment, asked questions and was open to the truth. The other measure of time around then was the lunar cycles that took place over a 28 day period. After the Earth tilted and the seasons happened, a further measure of time was created, the 365 and a bit days of the seasonal cycle.

Somewhere in amongst all of the animals there was one species that had the potential to become the dominant species for a long time to come, the anthropoids. Among these were those of the genus Homo Sapiens, and I had to have them develop stronger back legs so that they could walk upright. The first attempt, the chimpanzee, was okay, a feisty little beast, but limited because the bigger animals just didn't respect him. The gorilla demanded respect but lacked ambition, all he wanted to do was sit around and eat. By combining the best points of both of these I created Homo Erectus. 

Homo Erectus was able to hunt other animals for food as well as gather plants to provide a varied diet. At first a single man went out on his own to hunt, with limited success, until he learnt that teaming up with others he could more efficiently catch and kill these animals, the beginning of co-operation. I had created the 'Hunter/Gatherers' and I thought that I had achieved something special. One aspect of this hominid species I thought I'd got right, but in hindsight, I might have gone a little too far, but I gave it the desire for more than having its needs met, which, in my mind at the time, I thought this 'ambition' was a good thing, but it turned out to be too much of a good thing. It first manifested itself in his desire to find and kill bigger and bigger animals until a couple of things happened, first it was that some big animals just didn't want to lay down and die for him, then one of them, it was an elephant, fought back and picked a man up and smashed him down, killing him. The final problem was that, having killed a big animal, they found that, by the time they were half way through it, the thing began to stink like mad and not only tasted foul, but gave them the runs.

Homo Erectus solved the first problem by inventing weapons that he could chuck at the animals from a safe distance. The first weapon was the stone but his range was limited. Then it was a pointed stick which was more effective. After a time he invented a stick with a cord made from animal intestine that could fire a smaller pointed stick over a greater distance with improved accuracy, the bow and arrow. Having solved that problem he turned his mind to preserving his catch so that none was wasted. Quite by accident, (it wasn't really, I sent lightning to start a fire) he found that placing the carcase on a fire cooked the meat and it lasted much longer, all that he needed to do was to work out how to start a fire in the first place. It took a while but, using the power of reason that I gave him, he succeeded.

Around 160,000 years ago, in your time but a mere blink of an eye in mine, Home Erectus, who, for the sake of ease and to save space, I shall call 'HE', began to look outside his neighbourhood, you know what you say, 'the grass is greener on the other side of the fence', which was a difficult concept given that there were no fences at that time, anyhow HE set off to find the greener grass. He headed north out of the Rift Valley and began to settle in other countries and on other continents. He began displacing other hominid life forms that had been an unsuccessful part of my experiment in dominant species, such as Neanderthal man, which I admit was bit of a disappointment.

Around 10,000 years ago, and this is where the UBM gets it horribly wrong, I persuaded a group of 'Hunter/Gatherer' HE people who were passing through Mesopotamia on their way to somewhere else, that life would be easier for them if they were to stay in one place and grow their food from the seeds and grains of plants that I had provided for just such a purpose. The UBM has it that this was where I created the first man. Masculine bovine excrement! (Actually that doesn't sound forceful enough, I need to colloquialise it.) Bullshit! This was the first example of an agrarian society, those who didn't rely solely on hunting or gathering for their food, but who lived off the fruits that they cultivated. The UBM tells us that the first man was one of these and they called him Adam, who I was supposed to have made in My image, but no-one has ever seen me so how do they know that? But that wasn't the case at all, he was the patriarch of the first Agrarian Man (AM). 

I find it a tad offensive that the UBM has totally ignored the whole process that led to this point and portrayed this event as the beginning. Is it a coincidence that the time and place of the supposed 'Creation of Man' just happened in that part of the world at that time when the Hunter/Gatherer became Agrarian Man? In so doing the UBM has portrayed me as something that I am not, I am not a miracle worker, I am an artisan who takes great pride in his work only to see it belittled in this manner. I am also a patient man who, if I don't get it right the first time, will go to Plan B. If I was the vengeful god that I'm portrayed as, I'd destroy the lot of you. You can thank your lucky stars that I am not such a God.

I was supposed to have given Adam a wife, Eve, but I gave him no such person, she was already there, it's just that she was a comely wench who chose to mate with him, but I'm getting ahead of myself a little. Do you think that I gave them the power of reason that would allow them to yield to temptation just so that I can turn them into sinful people? What is sin? A sin is when rules are broken, but if there are no rules a person cannot sin, so I would have to make up a few rules for them to break if they were to become sinners. 

If, and this is a big 'if' this was the true beginning of mankind it would have gone, not as the UBM depicts it, but something like this:

Being the kind and considerate God that I am, the rules that I gave them were for their own benefit, for instance, they already knew how to procreate so I didn't consider that to be a sin, after all I wanted them to settle down and raise their own tribe of farmers instead of wandering around the countryside killing all the animals that I put there. To encourage them to do this I made it a process that would give them pleasure. I remember the first time that Eve saw Adam with a huge boner that he didn't know what to do with. She being a woman worked out that if she was to allow him to hide the sausage, she could control him. She grabbed it and stuffed it between her legs, he was so shocked at how good it felt that he decided that anything this good had to be bad so he pulled it out. Before it was all the way out she grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled it back in. They did this a few times before Adam came to realise that pushing in and out felt even better than just leaving it in, so he set about it with gusto. "Holy crap this is good!" He yelled as he continued, "Oh God!" She cried as he continued, I suppose she was thanking me, and it was at that point that Eve realised that she had him by the balls, and all that she needed to do was to let him do it and she could ask for anything she wanted and he'd give it to her.

The first rule that I gave them was not to eat the fruit from the trees until they were ripe. "Wait for the fruit to ripen," I told them, "Because if you don't, not only will you not like the taste of the fruit, but it will give you a ginormous bellyache." But did they listen? No they did not, so I gave them the promised ginormous bellyache and, for good measure, the runs as well. The next rule I gave them was. "It will shortly get very cold and you will need to make some warm clothing. You will kill some sheep and take from them their skins which you will stretch out to dry so that it doesn't stink like hell. When the skins are cured you will be able to wrap yourselves in them to keep warm. Whatever you do, do not use fig leaves because they have little or no thermal efficiency and they'll chafe your reproductive parts like you won't believe." Did they listen? No they did not! The killing and curing of sheep skins was all too hard for them, and I understand that without a knife it was hard going, so they tried the fig leaves with the predicted results.

One day Eve came to me and said. "God I have a problem, You are going to have to do something about Adam, he has only one thing on his mind and, especially after the fig leaf episode when I thought that he might back off a bit, he has only wanted to jump my bones every night. Can you either give him something else to do, or come up with an excuse why I don't have to do it?" 

"If you do not wish to engage in sexual congress with him, you have but to say, 'not tonight dear, I've got a headache'. But use this excuse wisely or else he will look elsewhere for his pleasure.

"Where else can he look?" She asked, and then she saw him herding his sheep. "Oh."

Onto the scene came the serpent. Now the UBM depicts the serpent as a snake when he confronted Eve in the garden, but then it has Me punishing the serpent for his efforts in encouraging Eve to eat the fruit of the 'Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil' by turning it into a snake. The conversation (in the UBM) between them went something like this. 

Serpent: "I understand that God told you not to eat fruit from any tree in the garden?"

Eve: No, that's not true. He said that we could eat the fruit of any tree but that one in the middle of the garden, but that if we even touched it we would die."

Serpent: You won't die, take it from me, he doesn't want you to eat the fruit because if you do, you will know as much as He does and you will see what's really happening here, the good bits as well as the bad bits. Don't you want to know everything?"

Eve thought, why should God be the only one to know it all, and that it would be great to know everything. She looked at the tree, laden with ripe juicy fruit, and her mouth began to water, she had to have it and hang the consequences. She picked a fruit from the tree and bit into it, it was so good that she ate it all. She took one of the fruit to Adam and gave it to him. "Here try this, it is really great." She wasn't dead so he assumed that it wasn't from the 'Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil' so he took a bite. They immediately realised that they were naked and that it was, what was it, was it good or evil? One part of them said that it was good, Eve in all her feminine glory, her breasts and her hidden pleasure between her legs, Adam his manhood rampant in front of him, what could not be good about that? The other part of them said that they should cover themselves, and they totally forgot what I told them about the weather and sheep skins, and made a covering using fig leaves. Think about this; if they now knew everything, why did they use fig leaves that had the abrasive power of 200 grit sand paper?

When I asked them why they were wandering around with fig leaves on Adam said, "I heard you and hid because I am naked."

"Who said that you were naked?" I asked him.

"That woman you gave me, she made me eat from that tree that you told us not to eat from and, because I now know everything I know that I am naked."

"What have you done?" I asked Eve. I was testing her here, would she take full responsibility for her actions, or would she try to blame someone else.

"The devil made me do it!" She replied. "He seduced me and I ate the fruit because he said it was good."

Now comes the punishment bit:

To the serpent I am supposed to have said something like this; "Because you have done this dastardly deed, you are cursed, cursed beyond all cattle and wild animals, cursed to slink on your belly and eat dirt all your life. (What did the earthworms do to warrant the same curse?) I'm declaring war between you and the woman, between your offspring and hers. (So there is no war between snake and man? Tell that to all the men who have died from snakebite.) He will wound your head, you will wound his heel. (I don't get that, and I'm supposed to have all wisdom.)

I am then supposed to have said to the woman; "I'll multiply your pains in childbirth, you will give birth to your babies in pain. You will want to please your husband but he will lord it over you." When you think of it I didn't have a lot of choice, if woman was to press out something the size of a vegetable marrow out a hole small enough to pleasure a man's erection, it was always going to hurt. It's either that or he's going to need an elephantine cock to get any further pleasure from her.

I am then supposed to have told Adam:

"Because you listened to her and not me, 'Don't eat from that tree,' I said. Or didn't you hear that bit? Anyway, because you listened to her and not me, the ground on which you walk is cursed, and getting food for it will be as painful as her giving birth, you will work in pain all your life and the ground will sprout nothing but thorns and weeds. You will till the soil from dawn to dusk until you die and are returned to the soil from whence you have come. You started life as dirt and as dirt you will end up."

Now that they had eaten from the 'Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil' and knew everything, I was worried that they would eat from the 'Tree of Life' after all I haven't told them they can't, and live forever. I couldn't have that, so I kicked them out of the Garden of Eden. At least that's what the UBM said that I did. Actually, being a kind and forgiving God, I don't think that I would have done anything of the sort. I gave them a couple of bad seasons where they had to struggle to feed themselves and then it was pretty much as it was before.

To see what really happened we again visit the verbit Zogg.

Meanwhile over on Zogg an Agrarian Society was going gang busters. The leader, Zoran had made a discovery that was going to revolutionise the way that they farmed the land. There was a ringit (river) running past his agramon (farm) and he noticed that it still ran, even when there was no quatac falling from quantums (clouds) that moved across the horivon. He also noticed that the quatac always moved in the same direction and reasoned that there was probably a permanent source many multipacs (strides) away. The other thing he noticed was that every decaluns (10 lunar cycles) or thereabouts, so much quatac came down the ringit that it spread over his figlits (fields). 'What', he said to his fellow agramoners, "If we dig ditloks (channels) across our figlits we can control where the quatac goes?" Thus it was that millennia before man on Earth, who believed that I was responsible for everything that happened, especially the bad stuff, came to the same conclusion, Zoran and his fellow agramons had invented irrigation. I looked at them and it was good, and I was pleased. They were using the power of reason that I had given them, not constantly complaining and blaming me, their benevolent God, for every little thing that went wrong.

What else I looked on as good was their orderly society. There was an interaction between maglons (men) and felmaglons (Women) that was based on a system of reciprocal love and affection. The shared emotional experiences led to a society where there were no petty rivalries and jealousies, the reciprocity spread outside the family to include the whole community leading to shared responsibility for all infrastructure and produce. Agriculture became a communal thing with crops and labour being a shared experience, not each famiglon (family) producing a bit of everything for their own consumption without thought to other famiglons, but each famiglon, with the help of others, producing one crop to share with the others. The resultant economies of scale saw each famiglon living a comfortable and settled life. They each shared the bounty of a bumper crop as well as the agony of the rare failed crop, the joy and hardship was spread evenly. I looked on them and was pleased.

It was around this time that the writers of UBM decided that, because Adam and Eve ate the fruit of a tree, some say it was an apple, and I did warn them not to eat the fruit of that particular tree in the garden, only because the fruit was unripe, and would give them a massive belly ache, but did they listen? No! The UBM tells us that they had committed a dreadful sin that should not go unpunished and that, because the bellyache wasn't a strong enough punishment for their disobedience, they should be expelled from the Garden of Eden. The UBM can't have it both ways, on the one hand I'm supposed to be a merciful and forgiving God, while on the other hand I'm supposed to get angry when I'm disobeyed over a trifle. If I had made man to be perfect I'd have reason to get upset at his sinning, but I didn't, so why would I punish him for being less than perfect? When you've worked that one out let Me know, because it makes no sense to me. Just think about this, if I am as smart as I think I am, and I am, would I do that? Who do you suppose was going to look after my garden for me if I kicked them out? Of secondary importance, where would they go and live? Actually there were plenty of other people around to tend the crops and herd the animals but the UBM won't have that because it doesn't fit in with their version of the Creation. As for where would they go to live? There was a whole world there for them to choose from and they could have lived anywhere they pleased.

We now come to Cain and Abel and the UBM paints Me in a very bad light, not like Me at all:

It (the UBM) tells us that Adam and Eve were the only people on Earth, and that they only had two children, Cain and Abel, up to that time, so how were they supposed to procreate and expand? And then I was supposed to let one of the boys kill the other. The UBM must think that I'm stupid or something, they tell us that there would now only be three people alive, Adam, Eve and Cain and I couldn't have Cain having an incestuous relationship with his own mother, could I? I had to have a contingency plan. Cain got jealous of Abel gaining favour with Me over him, he was under the impression that I favoured the flesh of Abel's flock over his fruit and veg. This was nothing more than a literary device to introduce more sins, the sin of jealousy, the sin of murder. I was supposed to have spoken to Cain and asked him where Abel was. Now why would I do that when I knew exactly where Abel was, he was where Cain left him. Cain responded angrily, "How the hell should I know, what am I, my brother's nurse-maid?"




The Authorised Auto-biography of Me



The murderer is then banished from my sight. "God, if you banish me from your sight, someone will kill me." He said, on his knees he grovelled, he wasn't praying for forgiveness, he was trying to stop me from sending him outside his comfort zone, after all, he had it easy, still living at home with Mum and Dad, what more could he ask for? I had to launch him off into the world. 

A question without answer: If Adam and Eve and Cain were the only people on Earth, and the UBM makes no mention of anyone else, who was going to kill Cain?

It could have been that Adam and Eve had more children but the UBM makes no mention of any others until Seth comes along to replace the recently deceased Abel, so if they claim that the UBM is the true word of Me, then there must not have been any other children than those mentioned. The only other possibility was that there were other families around at that time, but the UBM doesn't mention anyone else until Cain goes out to the land of Nod and meets a woman. Could the UBM be lying? 

Okay so Cain belted Abel over the head and I banished him from my sight, an impossibility as it turns out, because I'm omnipresent and omniscient and a whole lot of other omni's, so he couldn't hide from me no matter where he went. He went off to the land of Nod and met a woman and they did the wild thing and had a kid, and so it went, AM was established and grew. Now here's what I don't understand, the UBM orders you to believe their version of events, but if you applied the power of reason that I gave you, you would see that there are holes in their version of this narrative that you could drive a truck through. I leave it up to you whether you believe this load of rubbish or not.

So Cain went off to that land to the east of Eden where he met a woman that couldn't have existed if you believe the UBM, and he slept with her, a euphemism for they fucked, and she conceived and had Enoch. For some reason Cain then built a city and named it after his son Enoch. Now why the hell would he need to build a city to house three people? 

Enoch met another woman, who came from where the UBM doesn't tell us, and he had a son Irad. Irad in turn had a son Mehujael who in turn had a son Methushael, who had a son Lamech. Lamech set a precedent by finding two women Adah and Zillah, who had children by him. Adah gave birth to Jabal, the ancestor of all who live in tents and herd cattle. He had a brother named Jubal, the ancestor of all who play the lyre and flute. Zillah gave birth to Tubal-Cain, who worked the forge making bronze and iron tools. Tubal-Cain's sister was Naamah.

Lamech told his wives, "I have killed a man for wounding me, a young man who attacked me. If Cain is avenged seven times, for Lamech it's seventy-seven." I don't know what the hell that's all about, and if you are to believe the UBM, where did that young man come from?

It was around this time that Adam and Eve had it off again and had Seth, who in turn had a son Enosh. Again who did Seth marry?

Now comes an interesting bit, the part that the UBM describes as the family tree of the human race that begins by stating that I made man to be like me in every way, and I blessed them, all of them. If that was the case how did we end up with this mob of clowns making mistake after mistake, committing sin after sin?

What followed was a whole bunch of breeding leading to Noah. Along the way we are told that there were giants in the land, the result of sons of God (?) having it off with the daughters of man, these were referred to as the 'mighty men of ancient lore', does the term 'Greek mythology' not spring to mind?. By Noah's time the people on earth had gotten out of control, there was corruption everywhere. Now this is where the UBM really gets it wrong; I was supposed to have looked down on the Earth and decided that mankind was so corrupt that I would have to destroy the whole miserable lot of them and start again, to select one good man and his family, save them and kill the rest. I chose Noah. "Noah", I said to him, "You're a good guy in a world of bad guys, I am going to flood the Earth and drown the lot of you, except for you and your family. What I want you to do is to build a boat from (and I'm paraphrasing from the Message Bible here) Teak wood. Make rooms in it and coat it with pitch, inside and out. Make it 450 feet long, seventy-five feet wide and forty-five feet high. Build a roof over it and put a window eighteen inches from the top, put a door in the side of the ship and make three decks, a lower, middle and upper."

"I am going to flood the Earth that will destroy everything alive under Heaven. Total destruction. But I'm going to establish a covenant with you. You'll board the ship, and your family will come on board with you. You are also to take two of every living creature, a male and a female, on board the ship to preserve their lives with you; two of every species of bird, mammal, and reptile -- two of everything so as to preserve their lives along with yours. Also get all the food you'll need and store it up for you and them."

Noah did as he was told.

Okay, let us look at this for a moment. There was going to be a flood, fair enough, they have been happening every so often up until that time, but this one was going to be a doosie, bigger than any in their living memory, a combination of events that happens every hundred years or so. The fact that a lot of people died in this flood is as unfortunate, as it is today, but, as it is today, this should not be recognised as an 'Act of God' any more, it is now called a 'Hundred Year Event.'

Now to the ship; In earlier versions of the UBM it tells us that it was made of gopher wood, but the Message, in an effort to give it some credibility, tells us that it was made of teak, a tree found in tropical rain forests, of which there were none anywhere near where Noah lived and he would have had no way of sourcing the amount of timber he'd need to build a ship of the required size in his life time. The other problem is that, given his knowledge of ship building (none) and the tools that he had at his disposals (not many), the likelihood of him building a ship of those dimensions that would not flex to the extent that the planks would separate, allowing the water to rush in and sink the ship, would be non-existent. Of course the UBM would say that I could make all of that happen. 

Of course the UBM makes no mention of what the living conditions would have been on a ship of that size with no ventilation filled with pissing and crapping animals of all kinds for a hundred and fifty days. The stench would have been horrendous, not to mention the problem of keeping the necessary food fresh and safe to eat. Then there was the fact that they would have lived in almost total darkness for the duration and they couldn't have lit a candle or else the methane gas that would have built up would have exploded and blown the whole box and dice sky high. So many things unexplained, it's lucky that it never happened that way.

On Zogg a similar hundred year event took place, but in their case the agramons all moved to higher ground for the duration and drew on their food stores to compensate for the lost crops and animals, not that many as it turned out, a few could not be moved to higher ground in time and perished.

Then came the rain, lots and lots of it. In forty days and forty nights enough rain fell and enough water bubbled up from the ground (little if any) to raise the water level on Earth at least 5,000 plus metres (16,800 feet) , this being the height of Mt Ararat. Now let's do the math. The rate of rainfall needed to cover Mt Ararat (that being the highest peak in the region) would be around 5.5 metres an hour. The cloud cover needed to produce that kind of rainfall would be hundreds of kilometres thick, so thick in fact that it would have totally obscured the sun, day would become night and they would not have been able to tell the time. (The Rolex was millennia away) I know I can produce the odd miracle but this is not only impossible but un-necessary, all I would have wanted was a large scale flood that covered a large amount of the land so that Noah and his crew could not see land, an area of a couple of hundred square kilometres would have done the trick. I managed this by combining the melt water from the mountains to the north at the headwaters of the River Euphrates, with a monsoonal type deluge. Melt water from a mini Ice Age provided most of the waters that flooded down the river, not water bubbling up from the ground as the UBM speculates. 

Many world civilisations have an inundation myth, but the UBM is the only one to turn it into a morality tale, one of an angry God punishing mankind for their disobedience. 

The UBM gets specific as to when this all began; Noah was in his 600th year (could it have been the measure of time was a lunar month making Noah around 50 years of age, a little more realistic? The lunar cycle could have been a year in those pre-Calender times.). We are told it began on the seventeenth day of the second month and lasted for 150 days. On the seventeenth day of the seventh month the ark touched down on the Ararat mountain range, it doesn't say specifically on Mt Ararat, and the water kept receding until the tops of the mountains came into view. Hang on a minute; if they had already grounded the ark, how come they couldn't see the tops of the mountains, why did it take another couple of months for them to see land?

Now we come to a bit that confuses me; Noah sends out a raven from the already grounded ark but it can't find land. He then sent out a dove, and this too couldn't find land on the first attempt. A week later he sent it out again and it returned with an olive leaf in its beak. Then he did something strange, a week later he sent it out again and it didn't return What did the other dove do about procreation?

Noah waited another seven days before he and his family and all of the animals and birds left the ark. Now this is where I say something that has been ignored throughout the history of the descendants of Noah, and this includes Christians; I told Noah that, because I was aware that mankind was evil from his very beginning, I would never again destroy every living thing. (Presumably this included mankind) Then I said to him; 'For as long as Earth lasts, planting and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never stop.' Even I have to admit to some confusion here, on one hand I am saying that I'm not going to destroy every living thing on Earth because of man's sinning, while on the other hand I'm leaving open the option of blowing the whole catastrophe to hell and gone. Am I going to destroy them or not? Having made man to be less than perfect and given him a taste of what will happen if he continues in disobedience do you really believe that I will destroy the Earth in some sort of apocalyptic conflagration because of man's sins?

Actually all of this is academic because it didn't happen the way the UBM portrays it at all. Sure there was a flood of major proportions, larger than the normal flood, and why? What is the purpose of a flood? It is to replace the sub-soil moisture and replenish the nutrients of the soils in floodplains so that man can grow better crops and feed a growing population. I also needed man to learn from the floods; if he doesn't want to lose his house and possessions, he should build above the flood level. Right throughout the history of mankind I have placed him in situations where he has to make a similar decision; if he lives on a floodplain should he build where the flood won't destroy his house, or build there and wear the consequences of having to rebuild on a regular basis. Just as the soils of the floodplains are rich in nutrients, the soils near a volcano are also rich in nutrients, but living there incurs the risk of destruction when the volcano erupts. Building in a forest carries with it the risk of destruction by fire, but that same fire is necessary for the germination of some plants and to replenish the soil nutrients and destroy those plants that would themselves destroy the forest. The choice is either to not build there or take the necessary precautions to protect your house. These are the life lessons behind this and other stories, not that one promulgated by the UBM, that I'm a vengeful God who will destroy the imperfect man I created just for being imperfect.

To be continued.