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Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 01

By: SavannahMann



The story was edited by Vixen4770. I wanted to thank her publicly for her efforts and advice, it was gratefully appreciated.

This is a work of fiction, the names used are fictional. Any relation to any person, real or imagined, living or dead, is purely unintentional and accidental.

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Sherri drove her bright yellow Kia Sportage home. It was after 9:30, earlier than she had expected, or perhaps hoped would be a better word, and she was depressed. She was also a little tipsy she admitted to herself. "You should have waited and sobered up before leaving the bar" said her little voice, which had the annoying habit of speaking in the voice of her Grandmother. The above two conditions would have been enough to make the night ripe for disaster, but it was also raining. One of those late spring downpours that Saint Louis and it's surrounding area are well known for. She had been in the bar, hoping to find Mr. Right, and unwilling to settle for Mr. Right Now. The usual collection of losers and Jackals included married men pretending to be single, single men trying to pretend to be cool or hip, or sensitive, or whatever they had read in Vogue this week. Sluts trying to play hard to get, mixed with middle aged desperation trying to find someone to address their own personal biological clock. Sherri knew something was missing, and she was searching for it, or more precisely, him.

She had tried online dating, and that was the most dismal of all failures. The six guys the computer decided she would match up with were in order; a wannabe Minister who was hoping to find a wife to help him spread the Gospel. Look, she believed in God, she just had trouble with the idea that God's messenger had no chin. The second one was a used car dealer, and he acted just like a used car dealer, even at the restaurant, guiding her carefully to the cheap and easy to pay for choices on the menu. Sherri rolled her eyes at that one. The others had been going downhill and gaining speed quickly. Where were the cowboys, and the John Wayne types. The men who would be men instead of some shallow imitation of Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible IV, addicted to mirrors. 

She like to say she lived in Saint Louis, but the truth was, she was a small fish, in an even smaller pond. She lived in Wildwood Missouri, and worked in a slightly larger bedroom community called Clayton, which is just outside of Saint Louis. She was three years out of Law School, after graduating Cum Laude from the University of Illinois, with a dismal future ahead of her. 

She had screwed up, in her Constitutional Law class by losing her temper. She had submitted a paper, well researched, referring to the Federalist Papers no less than 12 times. Letters to and from Hamilton and Adams were noted. Pointing out that the Supreme Court had, in Marbury V. Madison, violated the Constitution and all the activist decisions since had been based upon that improper decision, in which the US Congress had abdicated it's responsibility and done nothing. 

Sherri regretted that paper more than she could have imagined. Granted, she believed it, but she knew the professor, and knew that he thought the sun rose and set on the collective asses of the Supreme Court, and how much he loved their glorious decisions to which there was supposedly no constitutional bias. That had buried her. She rubbed her eyes, hoping to get the inevitable tears to stop before they began. After that, she might have saved herself the time, and dropped out of law school. Except she was stubborn, and too stupid to quit. She graduated, not at the bottom of her class, but in the bottom ten percent. Her other professors had been scandalized to learn of her un-lawyerlike beliefs. Now, she was here, on the backside of Saint Louis.

Sherri wiped her eyes, and tried to ignore her future. All she now qualified for was twenty five or even thirty years of tax law, the most anal portion of the law. With luck, she might show enough promise at Whitman and Parker, the firm she worked at, to be trusted with corporate law or with Byzantine regulations that made real estate seem simple and concise. The only bright spot in her life was the fact she didn't have to resort to chasing ambulances. Personal injury, God what a nightmare. 

Sherri sighed, she wanted to prosecute criminals, or defend the innocent. She wanted to help good and decent people with little or no hope, and here she was doing tax law for minor league corporations who were pretending to be mediocre. If she was going to do corporate law, she wanted to answer to one person, or one man perhaps. Anything but an endless chain of command. 

Sherri looked away from the road and down, trying to find a CD to listen to, to get her mind off her worries. She never saw him, she never looked up in time. She felt the bump as her wheels drove over him. First the front tires, then the back, at thirty three miles an hour. Sherri jammed her foot on the brake, and the Kia skidded to a stop. She jumped out, and ran back, and saw immediately that the man was dead. His chest was caved in, he was an old man, wearing a dark jacket and dark gray pants. He was laid out on the street where her rolling car had hit him and shoved him along. She stared in shock, unable to move. 

"Shit I'm drunk, I'll blow positive, and get a DUI, coupled with Vehicular Manslaughter, that would equal Murder Two, 20 years in prison." she screamed in her head. "I killed that man, and now I'm really screwed." 

She had just decided to run, to try and save her life, pathetic as it was, when headlights came around the corner from the rear. Bright ones, but it was a quarter mile or more. She could do it, she could run and get away.

Sherri fled to her car some 60 feet away, and rammed it into gear, flooring the accelerator, she sped away as fast as the car would go. 

The mini-van was driven by Robert Louis Mason, and it was the worst possibility for Sherri, or best depending on your point of view. Robert Louis Mason was among a number of other things, a Private Detective, who was cursing his luck and searching in vain for a target he was tailing. It was an insurance scam which wasn't really his style, but he was bored and looking for something to tempt his intellect. He knew this wasn't it, but it might fill a few hours. He had left the digital mounted surveillance camera on and if he found the scamming son of a bitch he was looking for, he could easily edit out the past hour of driving blindly around looking for him. If he didn't find his target, the digital camera storage system would erase with the click of a couple buttons. 

Robert saw the man, and saw the girl run. "Shit!" he thought, "She hit him, and now she's running." He saw the car accelerate away, and he stopped by the man in the street. One glance to Roberts experienced eye let him know it was too late, the man was dead. What was he doing out here? Robert killed his lights and raced after the fleeing car. 

Sherri saw the lights stop, and then vanish. "He must have automatic lights, and he turned the engine off." she thought. She turned another corner, and headed for home. "Another ten miles", she told herself, "Another ten miles and I'll be safe." She could hide, and think it through.

Robert was behind her, invisible in the dark. If a cop saw him, he would have a hell of a time explaining why he was driving with no lights. He followed her to a house, and slowed with the emergency brake to keep his tail lights from flashing on. He made a mental note to have a switch installed to kill that feature, then he noted that it wasn't the first time he had made that note. 

He turned the camera and watched the woman rush into her house. "Shit!" he groaned, "She's in a blind fucking panic." He saw Sherri stumble, "No, she is in a blind, drunk fucking panic!"

Robert shook his head and almost called the police. He had dialed the first digit of 911 on his phone, and then hesitated. Robert then wondered if he should consider ignoring this night. He checked the video to see if it was something they could use. He downloaded the video onto his laptop, and then scrolled through most of it. It would be in the last 15 minutes or so. There he was going around the corner, and there. He grabbed the frame and put it into a photo editing program. He increased the zoom and the light, enhanced the picture and there she was, Miss Drunken Runner. Not a great pose for her he decided, with her eyes bugging out of her head, blind panic on her face. 

Robert looked at her, Who was she he wondered?

Well no problem there. Robert connected to the wireless internet network. He then brought up one of his bookmarked sites, county tax information. "Let's see if this house is resided in by the owner." he thought. He brought up the address, and yes, resided in by owner. One Sherri Samantha Chenowith. Sounds like an old money family where the money ran out a couple of generations ago. Robert smiled, he was nouveau riche, with emphasis on the riche as far as he was concerned.

He had won the Lottery some ten years ago, one of those gigantic jackpots, and had more money and thus influence than he could easily manage himself, but he didn't trust anyone else to manage it for him. He invested it by buying businesses, and then put a person that he did trust not to steal from him, in charge of the new company. He owned several companies now, and their CEO's answered to him. He was a PI for one reason, he owned a security company. You were supposed to be a PI if you owned a security company, at least that seemed to be the wisdom. Hey he liked to joke to himself, who couldn't use a couple hundred million. September 11th had really increased his security business. Everyone was worried about terrorism, even third rate companies in a dying business. They paid him well to put people on gates, install security systems, and then run checks on employees.

"OK, Sherri, who are you?" He punched her name into another search program and found three hits. One lived here, so that was her. A lawyer, shit she should know better. "Whitman and Parker, tax and corporate guys" he read, and there was her headshot for the company. He brought that picture up, and saw she was cute, young at 26, but cute. He focused on her eyes, then turned and looked at her house which was still dark. She was probably laying on the floor and crying, trying to sober up enough to think. 

Robert considered the eyes, they were the same eyes he had drawn in the hospital fifteen years ago. The same eyes he had seen in the fevered delusion in the jungle. The little green spot under the pupil of the right eye. Sherri had the eyes he had seen in that vision. The decision was already made he realized, and he needed to move now. He had to act to protect her, or he might miss the moment that destiny had given him.

Robert started his car, and drove away quietly with the lights off, until he got down the street. He drove home. He needed more information, and he needed time to consider. He didn't have much time to do either task well, but perhaps just well enough. 

Sherri was doing just as Robert thought, laying on the floor and crying. She was weeping at the loss of her pathetic existence for an even more dismal future existence unless the police didn't find her. She had to hide to keep from talking to them. She tried to tell herself "Volunteer nothing, give up nothing, if you don't talk, then they can't use it against you. Let them try and prove the case." 

Sherri got up and went to her room, where she cried herself to a short and troubled sleep. Emotionally drained, she slept fully clothed, still wet from the rain, and woke at 6am with a hangover from hell. Her head pounded, and it actually took 10 minutes to remember the night. Her eyes popped open and color drained from her. Had she really run like that? Oh my God, what had she done?

Robert had a full night, and used every minute of it. He grabbed for every piece of information on Sherri he could get. Her thesis at college was in a searchable database, but her law school ones would need to be mailed. No problem there, wait and see if you want it. 

He read her credit report, her payments were mostly minimums, but all on time. She graduated top of the class from the university, why is she here? This is a small pond for someone like that. Student loans, lots of them, so no old money even with the name. He saw that she wasn't drowning in debt, but she wasn't getting very far above it either.

He brought up banking records, and on the fifth try, figures. He found her balances. She didn't have much, just over $2,600 in combined checking and savings accounts. 

Phone records. OK, DSL, the low one, and not much long distance. Looking at the other databases, she has a sister in Portland, married. Phone bill, no Portland numbers. Cell phone, fourth try this time, and there she is, no Portland calls. Check back, three months ago Sherri had called Portland, now back to the page for the database, her sisters birthday. 

Robert was liking what he saw, a loner, isolated, out on Friday Night, drunk, DUI, and hit and run. Lawyer with mediocre future, despite a high start from the University of Illinois. That bothered him, normally the Laude folks ended up in Law School, and then on Wall Street or the Chicago version. What happened, how did she plummet like this? 

Robert filled out the online forms, and asked for Sherri Chenowith's writings, and any transcripts. OK, now burn the DVD with the incriminating footage, get the player, and make the contract. By 6am, he was almost ready. He shaved, and changed to a shirt and tie with a great jacket, he needed to look very successful, and very capable to pull this off. 

He placed a call to Bobby, his part timer. He answered with his customary "Yes" no wasted words that Bobby.

"I need you, get the pickup, and the white panel trailer, the big one, we're grabbing a car." 

"OK, where?" Bobby said.

Robert gave the address, and then told Bobby where to take the car at 8:12 exactly. 

Robert then planned out the morning, and at 7:20 got into his Audi and drove to Sherri's house.

He saw Bobby parked on the next street as he drove by. His plan was to be there no more than 10 minutes before Bobby pulled up and backed in.

He grabbed his prepared briefcase, and walked to the front door. He rang the bell, when no one answered in the first minute, he knocked...hard. The door opened, and the silly girl was wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt. Not matching. Robert shook his head, and then introduced himself. 

"Hi Sherri, today is your lucky day, I am Robert Mason, and I am your fairy fucking Godfather, here to keep you out of prison." 

Sherri went pale with shock. Robert hesitated, wondering if he could pull this off. She wasn't thinking yet. Damn, she was still in hide and deny mode. 

"Sherri, we have work to do, and it may look suspicious if someone drives by and sees me standing here talking." Robert glanced around as if checking. "Please invite me in if you don't want to go to prison." 

Sherri finally found her voice and it wasn't much "Are you the police?" She realized it was stupid, that was a Brooks Brothers suit or better. Custom tailored to fit at that, which meant way more than a cop could afford. Think she demanded of herself. 

Robert sighed, "I am not the police, I'm a man with the means and capability to keep you out of prison. Or guarantee you go, your choice. Make it now." 

Sherri stood back and let Robert in. He acted very confident, which didn't help Sherri's frame of mind. She was scared, terrified really, and she didn't know what to do. This man was confusing the hell out of her.

Robert sat on the couch and opened his briefcase. "I am a private investigator, and the driver of the van who you saw last night." he began. He opened the DVD player and pushed play on it when the screen lit. "As you can see, the camera I had was on trying to find my target to tail, so I have video of you running to your car, and leaving the scene. I cut the next several minutes for our purposes, but please believe me, I have video of your car the whole way. Here you can see you running into your house, and stumbling, apparently drunk, or otherwise impaired. That would be the conclusion considering you spent $56.34 at the bar last night." Robert closed the DVD player and turned to Sherri who was sitting in a chair pale as a ghost.

"Do you want to go to prison?" Robert asked slowly and without a bit of preamble.

"No, I, No I don't" Sherri finally managed to get out. He had it all, she was screwed, she was going to prison, she had to think, but there was nothing to think. No attorney could fight that, no jury would believe it was all faked, too much, there was too much. She started to tear up and fought it demanding herself to be strong.

"Sherri what would you do to remain free from Prison?" asked Robert.

What Sherri thought, and then gave voice to the thought. "What?"

"What would you do to stay out of Prison?" asked Robert one more time more slowly.

"What, anything, please I have some money, please." she begged, she saw a glimpse of light at the end of an impossibly long and dark tunnel.

"Here is what we are going to do, you are going to sign a confession, read it for the camera and sign an agreement, simply stating that you will do what I ask when asked." Robert said giving her the papers. 

The first, the agreement was all of two sentences. The second, a full confession with too much detail to be a bluff. She thought for a few seconds, her mind scrambling. She looked up and Robert was setting up a small video camera. 

"I can't sign this, it's a confession." 

"Sherri, if you sign that, your car will vanish, I will make it vanish. Additionally I will give you an alibi for last night." he paused, hearing the sound of the pickup backing, Bobby was here.

"Sherri we don't have time for this, the police probably have broken glass at the scene, they are tracing it now. They will then start to trace it to owners of that particular type of car, there is undoubtedly other trace evidence, something to link the car to the scene. The crime lab is very good, and methodical. The only way to beat them is to move fast, and deny them the evidence to link." Robert had the camera powered up. "one of my people is outside right now, in ten minutes if I haven't given him the sign, he will drive away, and I leave right behind him. You can hear the truck, look out the window. The car vanishes, we arrived at your home, and call the police to report the car missing. You were with me last night, I swear to it, and you are home free, so long as I don't spill the beans, and I am not going to do that if you cooperate. Now Sherri, either read that for the camera, and sign it, or I leave. Decide, and decide now." Robert told her.

Sherri knew all he said was true, no evidence, no crime. The police would think some kids had stolen her car, and run the old man over. She could get away with it. But to sign the confession, she would be committing suicide. "If we change the wording some." She tried to negotiate. 

Robert closed the camera, and put the DVD player in the briefcase. "Have a good time in Prison Sherri" he said as he started to close the briefcase. 

Sherri felt the panic rising again and cried "No please, I'll do it, but please, don't leave." Sherri admitted to herself, she was panicked, she was desperate, and she had no choice. 

She sat and waited for the camera, and then read the document out loud, and then signed both documents on camera. She raged at herself but she didn't see a way out. It was do what he wanted, however vague that was, or go to jail. 

She handed over the documents with a trembling hand. Tears filled her eyes, she was terrified, and prayed he was right, she would get out of this.


Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 01



Robert glanced at the documents, and then put them in the pocket of the briefcase. "Give me the spare key, make sure it's the spare key to the car."

She rose and went finding the key in the kitchen, hanging on a peg. She rushed back to him. 

"Dress like you do for work right now, matter of fact, wear what you wore Thursday, since Friday's outfit got wet and is probably ruined." Robert said "Don't worry about makeup or wrinkles, they will look better if you spent the night with me." Robert took the key and moving fast went outside leaving the door open, he handed it to the man outside, and turned without saying anything other than a quick gesture to the yellow Kia.

She was standing and watching him the other man moved fast and starting her car, backed it into the trailer, and was out again in a flash. He closed the door and was moving to the drivers side of the pickup when Robert arrived back at the door. 

"Sherri, any moment now your neighbors are going to be up and doing Saturday things, they will notice my car, it's an Audi, and stands out here. That is what we need for this to work. They will say to the cops if asked, heck his car was there half the morning before you all showed up. If you don't move now, and get your ass into the clothing I told you to, we are both screwed royally." Robert said with some frustration creeping into his voice.

Sherri was shocked into motion, moving quick, she found her wrinkled clothing and put it on, and glancing at the mirror, worked on her hair. It was shoulder length, and not styled, just cut, so it wasn't too bad in a minute. She walked back out and Robert was still standing. The truck, trailer, and her cute yellow car were gone. Sherri had been thinking and had a couple questions. 

"Where is my car?" she asked.

"On it's way to Mexico, and with luck, it will make Tonight's truck and be gone before the BOLO (Be On the Lookout) is issued." Robert answered. "If not, I'll store it for a couple days, and then ship it."

"Are you a car thief?" she asked suddenly afraid. 

Robert glanced at his watch. "No I'm a rich asshole who you dated last night, a businessman, I own a limo service, a security company, and if the cops ask, tell them I'm great in bed will you?"

Sherri rolled her eyes, and snorted a single bark of laughter.

"Good, now you are relaxing, and that is the frame of mind to be in." 

"Listen, we ate in at my house, dinner, some music, dancing on my patio, and sex in my room." said Robert bringing his cell phone out and glancing at it, apparently satisfied with the signal. 

He dialed 911 and spoke quickly. "Hi Robert Mason here, we just got back to my Girlfriends house, and it looks like her car is missing, possibly stolen." he paused and then gave the address.

Sherri listened to his part of the conversation. Astounded at his calm voice, and his decisive manner. He knew what he was doing, he was thinking, had been thinking, and had planned this for her. She wondered what he wanted, probably sex, well if that is what the price was, he could fuck her all day. She hated the idea of Prison, and wasn't going to go if she could avoid it.

Robert continued talking "I dunno, sorry one moment." he held the phone away from his ear. "Sweetie? Do you know the tag number of the car?" he asked his notional girlfriend.

Sherri nodded and approached. "Tell the woman will you babe?" and handed her the phone. 

Sherri was finally thinking, lying was natural for a lawyer, and she was a lawyer after all, even if she was one with a completely fucked future. She gave the plate number, confirmed the make and model, her name, and address were both correct from her "boyfriend". She received the assurance from the operator, that the police were on the way.

She closed the phone and handed it back to Robert who took it and said "good, you did real good, remain calm, a little uncomfortable works, let me be the excited one." he said

Sherri looked at him and 18 minutes of waiting later, with Robert reminding her of dinner, dancing on the patio, and good sex." every few minutes, Sheri was still uncomfortable. The police arrived and she and Robert went out to meet them. Robert was effervescent, and apologetic. 

He stood back and then dialed a number on his cell phone. He started talking to someone named Mabel, and Mabel was answering him as though it was the 1912, and no one could hear over a mile on a phone. She answered everything very loud. Sherri wondered who Mabel was as Robert kept talking to her.

Finally he covered the phone and spoke, interrupting her talking to the Police "Sweetie, would a Lexus do? You want a coupe, a sedan, or the SUV." 

Sherri gaped, he was talking about getting her a Lexus. She replied without remembering he was supposed to be her Boyfriend, with the great sex. "I can't swing that right now" remembering herself she added "honey" and blushed.

Robert waved this away. "A little gift babe, I intended to get you something, so what do you want, coupe, sedan, or SUV? Mabel says she can have it here in a couple hours."

Shit Sherri suddenly thought, he is serious, he is getting me a Lexus, when I was eating macaroni to afford the Kia. A gift he had said, well if he wanted cash for it, he would have to take it back. 

"Well, the sedan, or the SUV, the coupe is a little too cozy" she answered, figuring that was what she was supposed to say. 

The female of the two cops said "nice to catch the right eye" under her breath, and kept writing in her notebook. 

"Sweetie, is Black OK, or would you rather have Silver" came from Robert. 

This was getting annoying, and she realized that was the purpose. He was supposed to be a Rich asshole, and he was playing it up. Almost too much she thought, thinking he reminded her of Rodney Dangerfield on Caddyshack. "Black would be great babe" she called back assuming that is what the cops would like to see her say.

Robert was back talking to Mabel, giving her the address, and telling her to make it happen OK? 

He closed his phone, and came back to the group, two cops and Sherri, some group. "Ok, that's taken care of. Pardon me Officer, but do you need anything else from me, I am very late for a meeting this morning, and if I don't get there and get it handled, God alone knows what will happen."

The cop checked to make sure she had his name, and address, and phone number, and a brief statement. 

"If you can spare one more minute" she said, "To make sure I have this right, I would like to go over it one more time." 

"Sure, no problem." Robert answered, the epitome of helpful while also very short of time.

"OK Sir, you picked Ms. Chenowith up at 7pm or so?" asked the Cop

"Yes ma'am, that's right."

"Then you took her to your home, and spent the evening there." asked the cop

"Yes, I had the great joy of her company, that's correct." Robert said with a snide grin.

Shit thought Sherri, he looks like the man who just ate the cat who ate the canary with that grin. Both these cops figured I fucked him so well he has that silly grin on his face. That is what he wants them to think she remembered. He wants them to think I was so great, we were so great she corrected remembering his "if they ask, tell them I was great in bed" that he felt compelled to buy me a car. I wonder if he did? If he didn't I am going to be stuck with a crappy rental until the insurance company cuts me a check for the minimal amount I have paid off on the Kia. 

The cop consulted her notes "You brought her home at about 8:30 this morning or so, and found the car missing?" she asked

"Yes, it was quite a shock. We stood there in the driveway looking around like it was just misplaced." he said. "I've never had that happen, things in my driveway don't go missing." He shook his head, regretful of the incident. Shifting gears, "Next time sweetie, you can drive over to my place, your cars will be safe there." 

"Yes sir" answered the cop somewhat coolly accepting it to mean that cars weren't safe here. "Ok, that about wraps it up." she then wished Mr. Mason a nice day, and thanked him for indulging the routine.

Sherri took a card with a police report number on it, learned it would be available in a few days, no more than a week. Give the number to her insurance company. You bet she would, she is probably going to need a crappy rental for a couple weeks. Sherri sighed at that thought. The Lexus would have been nice.

Robert got into his Audi, and Sherri noticed it was the A-8, the sedan, not the S-8 sports sedan. Black, but most Audi's were. He drove off looking around, holding the phone to his ear, talking to someone important about important things. Sherri shook her head, either he really was a rich asshole, or he was one hell of an actor. 

The police wished her a nice day, and promised to be in touch if they learned anything, or found her car wrapped around a tree. So far, they hadn't learned much of anything, or found her car. Sherri thanked them, and wished them a nice day in return, and privately prayed they would never find her car, or learn anything.

She went inside, and undressed, and showered. She changed into jeans and a polo shirt, and forced herself to be calm. She glanced out the window every once in a while, and hoped that the Lexus Fairy would bring her a special treat, she also hoped to see that the Lexus Fairy had not left one for her, it meant she would be more in debt to Robert, whoever he was.

Sherri had relaxed in front of her TV, She had called the insurance company, reported her car stolen. She then tried not to watch the minute hand work it's way around the dial of the clock. Her Timex agreed with the clock, so it didn't seem to be broken, or stuck, unless they both were in agreement and stuck together.

Robert arrived home, and walked down into the basement. He looked around and decided that he was too tired to start this now. He was exhausted, and sleep was the first priority. 

Walking up to the main floor, and then to his bedroom, he took off his jacket and tie, and gave that up too. He slept for the first time in almost two full days. He had been up too early on Friday, and chasing the Insurance fraud guy all day. He hadn't been this tired since the military. He slept for 12 hours, waking only twice. Once to thank Mabel, who was using a normal tone, for taking care of the car for him when she called to report it was done. Once to relieve himself, after both interruptions he fell back into bed and immediately back to sleep. 

Sherri had dozed off on the couch, bored to sleep, although she was still jumpy, and was shocked awake by the doorbell. She almost panicked, and then forced herself to be calm. She opened the door and found a man in an obvious chuffer's suit. He smiled, and asked if she was Ms. Chenowith. When she replied she was, he told her, still smiling, that he had her Lexus if she would like to see it. 

She stepped out, and was surprised to see a Lexus in her driveway. She approached it and saw it was the GS-07. Not the pure Luxury Lexus sedan, but the sportier one, the one she would have asked for if she had thought the Lexus Fairy was really in her yard. It was black, and had a sticker price of over $50,000 according to the dealers sticker in the window. Sherri walked around astounded. The limo driver stood and beamed happily at her. Handing her the keys, he asked her to sign some paperwork. She signed after looking it over, it showed she had received a Lexus valued at $55,624.38 including tax, already paid to the dealer by Luxury Livery. She then signed the document which said she was accepting this as a gift, and understood it would have to be reported as income on her Tax return for the year. OK, well I'll set a couple Kia payments aside, and eat some ramen, and with luck, will be able to cover it and not fall behind in anything. 

She took her copies, and asked if she needed to do anything else. 

"No Ma'am, Mabel told us to deliver it, get you to sign for it, and get back or she would kick our asses." said the driver as though this made sense to Sherri. It didn't. 

"Who is Mabel, do you have her number?" thinking she needed thank someone. 

"Mabel Ma'am" he said, somewhat confused. "She's the manager, she big, mean, and don't take nothing from no one. You can call the office, and ask for her." the driver handed a card to her, with Luxury Livery a picture of a limo, and Mabel Snider, manager, with a number.

"Thank you very much" she told the driver, and then promised to tell Mabel they were polite and kind. 

Going back into the house, she called the limo shop, and asked for Mabel. She could swear she could hear the woman groan and then say "It's for you Mabel." away from the phone. 

"Luxury Livery, Mabel speaking, how may I help you?" Mabel answered.

Sherri identified herself and said she had got the Lexus she sent over. 

"Did those two B-list fools screw something up?" Mabel demanded in a much louder tone. 

"No, they were great, they were polite, and very kind." she said remembering her promise to the poor driver she suddenly felt sorry for.

"I told them, what would happen if they screwed this simple job up." said Mabel.

Sherri hated to stereotype, but she strongly suspected that Mabel was a large Black woman with as much attitude as she had mass. 

Sherri assured Mabel that the men were quite polite and all was well, she only wanted to thank Mabel for sending it over. It's lovely, a great car.

Mabel softened, and then said "If the owner asks you to send a car somewhere, you send the car. If he asks you to deliver a car, no questions asked, then the car gets delivered and any questioners get their asses kicked." 

Sherri suddenly wondered if she was next up for an ass kicking. "Robert is the owner?" she asked.

"Of course he's the owner, how else would him calling get you a car?"

"Whom do I pay for the car is what I am trying to find out, what do I owe." Sherri asked, deciding to get straight to the point and cut Mabel off before she threatened to kick everybody's ass. 

"You don't pay, Mr. Mason says it's a gift, so your welcome, enjoy the car, and let him know it arrived ok will you?" Mabel then said "I have to run, we have a limo acting up and may have to send a town car to a wedding, which I will never hear the end of. If the Bride comes out of the Church and has to run to a town car, it will ruin the entire day for her. Good by Ms. Chenowith." and Mabel hung up.

Sherri didn't know how to thank Mr. Mason, as per the instructions of Mabel, and apparently Mabel was more worried about her job, instead of being helpful. If Mabel was the manager, Sherri shuddered at the thought of who was the assistant manager. Probably Vlad the Impaler, or Ivan the Terrible, or someone else who needed serious anger management work.

Sheri sighed, and decided to go for a drive. Can't explain it, it's apparently part of the fee for whatever future service she was supposed to give. That worried her, saving her ass from Prison was one thing, but giving her a $55,000 auto, that was something entirely different.

She drove around in her new car and loved it. She was worried about it, there was no way she could afford it, she was at least a year, maybe more from being a Junior Partner. 

She ate dinner out, dining with the King as they used to say at school. Burger King that is. 

Saturday ended with her at home, worried about this mysterious Mr. Mason. The internet had little or nothing about him. He was pictured with the mayor at some charity event. Was a notable attendee at a country club dinner or something. Fluff pieces. Nothing else.

Who was this mysterious man who appeared out of nowhere and saved her? What did he want, and what would it cost her? Sherri couldn't even begin to guess about the answers to those questions.



Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 02



Part 02: Preparations. 

This is a continuing work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional and coincidental. 

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At just before midnight, Robert was awake, and completely off his normal schedule. He showered, addressed his ravenous appetite. The he. the mystery man had work to do. He measured the basement first. Considered, did a couple rough sketches, and checked his watch. Too late, he would have to call in the morning. Making a mental note, he moved along. The large shower was still there, he had finished that. The toilet and sinks were there, good to go. He turned the water on, and checked. Good they worked. The toilet flushed, and looked like it might be OK. He had installed them all when he was considering turning the basement into an oversized game room. Later he decided it was too dark, and the material too rough to get anything without building walls all around, then he moved on. 

He made notes on where to hang lights, and where to put everything. He made a rough draft, for the carpenters who would have to start work Monday. Robert had a mental schedule. Robert made another rough draft for the electrician who would be tripping over the carpenters. No problem, big fees, with a promise, which would be delivered on, if they could get done by Tuesday, Wednesday morning if they complained.

Robert designed the room in his mind, then sketched ideas on the paper. 

Robert swept trash, collected and carried it out. Finishing by hosing the area down, and washing debris down the drains conveniently located along the floor. He used them, and decided to keep the hose here. 

He looked at his watch, and saw it was now 9:30 in the morning and that was good enough for those whom he wished to call. He knew construction people he used them from time to time. Paid them well, early, and gave them bonus's for good work, which they did, well good enough. The construction business is tough, lots of competition and they work hard to maintain good customers.

For a significantly inflated price, both the electrician and the carpenter agreed to build the room as specified by Robert. While they didn't ask, Robert explained that the room was going to be used to store a dark ages collection of artifacts and replicas. Collection of dark ages weapons and stuff.

Robert went to the Home Depot himself, they were open on Sunday, and got 10 gallons of Sandstone paint. All matt finish. He got two gallons of bright white, semi gloss was acceptable. He bought a paint sprayer, and went home. He opened the two windows, and started two fans to blowing out. Opened the doors to the house, and then outside, making air flow through the house, and then outside, taking the fumes with the air. He sprayed all the walls, doing a good solid first coat. 

He assumed that at least two and possibly three coats were needed until he had the depth of color he wanted. 

He taped the bathroom fixtures, and then considered as he sprayed. Focusing part of his mind on his work, the rest on his plans. He had a week, she was uncomfortable now, waiting of him to call. She would be about frantic by Thursday, or Friday would be better. Up the discomfort, and Start day is Saturday. He remembered his instructors, terror is a weapon, use it, learn to use it, plan on it helping you, plan for it, and it will help you. 

He looked at the room, and nodded, good first coat. He needed to finish today, before midnight, to give it time to dry. 

Sherri was not far from where Robert assumed she was. She was starting to worry, and it annoyed her. Why didn't he call, she considered calling Mabel back, but decided that it was better to wait, make him move, let him play whatever game he is doing now. Perhaps he'll forget about me. Sherri doubted it, she was in deep, and the longer she went without hearing what was going on, what the plans were for her, the more worried she became. She was up to those God cursed blowjobs. Degrading things, men always begged for them. Sherri shuddered, and decided that even those were better than prison. 

Robert was in his office and searching for BDSM materials. Searching for his toys. He smiled as he ordered, stopping to let the electricians in, they didn't like the wet paint, but were only measuring and laying out how they were going to run the wires, and the light fixtures he wanted. The carpenter called and said he had found enough Darker woods to make it happen. Some darker oaks. 

Robert ordered while the Electricians discussed, and planned their attack on the problem. After considering it the electrician approached and said they would have to run another circuit in the box to handle the type of electrical load he was talking about. Robert approved of the plan, safety first after all.

After taking some time to consider, Robert made a phone call to Chicago, and pulled a dozen strings Sunday afternoon to get Sherri's law firm, Whitman and Parker, the walking stick test from the Cenotaph Corporation. The strings resulted in a bet for a case of Johnnie Walker Blue with the corporate council.

The Walking Stick was named after an insect, which camouflaged itself by looking like a stick. The file in question looked like a simple cost analysis, or cost benefit analysis, pathetically simple, but lot's of grunt work chewing numbers, and doing comparative tax base considerations. The trick was simple, you had to look at the entire proposal and then find the Easter egg. If you found it, and notified your client, you were a very complete Law Firm, and got the business of the company, if you missed it, you were not always a bad law firm, but you got no business. Robert was betting that Carl would pass it onto Sherri on Monday, after taking the weekend to consider it. Robert believed he knew enough about Sherri that if her head was in the Game a week from Monday, when she got this file to work on, and it would be if he was successful in a week, then she would find it. 

Inevitably the law firms in question dumped the huge number crunching files on the lowest ranking members of the firms. The time of the senior members was considered too important to spend on such menial grunt work. According to the website, Sherri was the newest associate, and that meant she was the one with all the number crunching grunt work to work through.

Robert turned back to his web sites Sunday night. He created a check list, and began to order. He ordered gags, bondage items, and enough S&M stuff to make the grand inquisitor nervous. Spreader bars, anal plugs, beads, and ticklers. Dildos, vibrators, and clamps. Tit gear, and bindings, and other assorted items. He even ordered an enema kit, and then moved along. He didn't like the leather outfits, but did like the combination of leather and chain for bondage gear. He decided to add the hooks and eyebolts to the tables himself. He made a note to himself to get some sort of small bench in case his slave couldn't maintain her feet while in the stocks and being tortured. 

Taking a break from the ordering, Robert put another coat on the walls.

He surfed to another site, and place a smaller order, some things the first didn't have, and then found another site. Some more items, neither of the first ones had. He ordered like today didn't exist, or perhaps tomorrow didn't. 

Robert considered, he needed a throne. He was to be the king, and needed a throne. He glanced at his diagram, and drew one in. He looked and didn't see one online, he searched, and found one he liked, yes, it would do. Shipping would be a bitch, but fuck it, you only live once.

Robert considered, and decided he had enough bondage stuff to get started at least, he moved to other sites. Lingerie. He surfed, and looked at the models. Panties, bras, corsets, they looked uncomfortable. He refused to consider panty hose, stockings, several different pairs, several different colors, and different styles. He picked shoes, and of course heels. Thinking, he added a pair of running shoes. Workout gear, she would join him in his daily workout. He picked outfits that were thongs, high, tight, and uncomfortable looking. She would get used to it. He smiled, yes, she would get used to it.

Ordering the electronics he wanted was even easier. He knew what computers he wanted, and the switch boxes he would need. A large screen LCD TV and two DVD players were added. He ordered everything he would need to set it up, including cables. Scheduled it all for a Wednesday delivery, which would give him time to organize things.

He finally went to sleep late Sunday night and was awake early Monday morning. There was so much to do, and so little time to accomplish everything. Taking a look at his check lists and what he had ordered, he placed a few last minute orders, and then stood back and considered. Smiling he realized that he was ordered out. He had ordered some other outfits, for work. A couple pant suits and one skirt set to get started. He guessed at her size, and knew he was close. He was trained to guess these things fairly accurately. 

He surfed the bondage sites one last time before the electricians and carpenters started to argue. He found something he had missed, a Slave Bracelet. It was steel, and she was much too good for Steel. He ordered two, and had one sent to a jeweler friend of his in Canada. He had made the friend when he was looking into gold smelting information, and this guy was the best. He paid for the information, and that was why he was a friend. He choose overnight shipping to both addresses, and then called his friend. 

On the phone with his friend he explained what he wanted. Tomorrow he told the jeweler, you are going to receive an item, it's steel, and I want one in gold. Solid gold. No problem, if they can make it in steel, then it can be made in gold no problem. I want it in my hands by Friday, no later caused a new problem. It may be difficult, and may take some time. Robert listened, and then told him that whatever he thought the item would cost to make, as long as Robert had it in his hand Friday, any price short of $15,000 would be acceptable. The jeweler friend promised to look at it and call him tomorrow as soon as it arrived. It may be possible. 

Making another phone call, this time to Wyoming, Robert ordered a custom Branding Iron from a blacksmith. Putting a rush on the job, Robert was promised the item next day air by Friday, for a significant fee. Robert paid happily, he wanted the branding iron hanging on the wall when Sherri saw the room for the first time Saturday.

Robert placed a request online, and then made a donation to speed it along, for copies of Sherri's papers from Law School. He wanted them as soon as possible, preferably before Friday, he needed to study them, to understand her better.

Sherri drove to work in her new Lexus. A little worried that she was getting used to a great car, only to be back in a Kia, or worse, the cheap Kia before the month was out. 

The electricians and carpenters were at work already, one stringing wire, and cutting through wood as required to place the items. The carpenters were drilling into walls, and hanging shelves on wooden brackets. Three were outside making a set of stocks, Robert checked to make sure they were making the holes big enough, but not too big. He decided if it was too big, he could line the hole with felt or something. It if was too small, he could sand it open more and sand it down. He could manage if it wasn't about right, and he suspected it would be just about right.

Robert talked to Suzanne and Carmen, his cook and house keeper respectively. He told them that starting Wednesday, there would be many packages arriving, don't worry, all was well, and just let him know, he would be in the basement, and Carmen, you don't need to worry about cleaning it, I am happy to do it. Suzanne, could you keep unauthorized people out after these workers are done? Thanks. No Carmen, it's really not required for you to go down there. Robert knew that Suzanne got the hint, the basement was off limits, and left it to her to explain to Carmen, don't go down.

Carmen's curiosity got him to thinking, and he considered. He had locksmiths on retainer, and he called one. Telling him what he wanted, the locksmith came over and looked. Yes, he could do it, no problem, battery backup and wired to the house electrical. Battery should give you ten or even twelve cycles without any problem. The locksmith didn't have the item Robert wanted in stock, but would order it today, and have everything ready to install on Wednesday morning.

Robert made it through Monday, barely. He was very tired. The walls looked good, the three coats of paint were perfect. The cinderblocks looked like Sandstone and gave the room a very castle type of feel, he liked it. The unfinished, smooth, but not looking smooth, not a finished feel boards that made up the shelves looked perfect. The shelves or counters for lack of a better description of the same dark wood, again not rough, but not finished looking was coming perfectly. The Electrician had some lights done, and two of the small winches installed. Robert had told him that was to raise and lower the suits of armor, explaining that they weighed about 180lbs, with the manikin inside to give it shape. Better make the winches capable of handling 250 pounds.

He dreamed of Sherri, and dreamed of possessing her, mind, body, soul, and her heart. He knew how to do it. He knew what he needed. First, make her uncomfortable this week, as time went by, that fear would turn to frustration, and then angry defiance. Then shock her, and force her to capitulate. Then shock her again, and again, and give her three paths, Maximum pain, minimal pain, and submission. He estimated that she would demand maximum pain and then minimal pain, and finally, she would submit. Torture, torment, and coercion were the tools, along with passion, frustration, understanding, and compassion. He had to convince her that he was the Dom, and that he admired her, and truly understood her, and was the only one worthy of her, the only one to whom she could totally surrender herself. Then he could build her into an elegant lady, and a passionate lover. He would give her pride in her accomplishments, using the same techniques that had been used on him when he was in the Military, but different, because he wasn't making a Soldier, he was making a submissive mate. One who would submit to him, and rip the balls off some asshole who made a pass at her. One who was totally dedicated to him, and for whom, the world revolved around him. 

Robert considered her eyes, and what he knew of her, and knew she would be defiant and resistant at first. Then she would start to bend, and finally, would surrender herself, all of which he wanted, to him. Robert realized he was obsessing and that wasn't what he was used to, but it was happening. 

As he slept Monday night dreamed of Sherri, and dreamed of possessing her, mind, body, soul, and her heart. He knew how to do it. He knew what he needed. First, make her uncomfortable this week, as time went by, that fear would turn to frustration, and then angry defiance. Then shock her, and force her to capitulate. Then shock her again, and again, and give her three paths, Maximum pain, minimal pain, and submission. He estimated that she would demand maximum pain and then minimal pain, and finally, she would submit. Torture, torment, and coercion were the tools, along with passion, frustration, understanding, and compassion. He had to convince her that he was the Dom, and that he admired her, and truly understood her, and was the only one worthy of her, the only one to whom she could totally surrender herself. Then he could build her into an elegant lady, and a passionate lover. He would give her pride in her accomplishments, using the same techniques that he had learned when he was in the Military, but different, because he wasn't making a Soldier, he was making a submissive mate. One who would submit to him, and rip the balls off some asshole who made a pass at her. One who was totally dedicated to him, and for whom, the world revolved around him. 

Tuesday morning, the Jeweler called and yes, they could do it, and yes could ship on Thursday. Robert agreed on the price, and then told him a bonus would follow if it was good enough. Robert knew it would be, knew the Jeweler was excellent.

The afternoon saw the work completed in the basement, and Robert was very pleased, and paid for the work and the promised bonus's. He added to the bonus to maintain the discretion of the workmen, promising more work in the future, and good wages if they maintained the secret of the dark ages collection.

Three more days Robert thought, to put this together. The toys would start arriving tomorrow, and he couldn't begin to lay them out until the door was in, with it's new lock. Tomorrow morning.

Sherri was indeed starting to get a little defiant. Robert, her mystery man, hadn't called, hadn't sent a note, and she couldn't find any numbers for him. None on the net, none in her Lawyers access only databases. Robert might as well not exist. Unlike him, apparently, she couldn't find anything out about him, and he had found everything about her in one fucking night? 

This frustration was predictable. A woman hates to be kept in the dark, and is curious by nature. The less they can learn, the more the curiosity gnaws at them. Their frustration grows, and the resentment and frustration feed off one another growing and consuming the mind of the woman.

Sherri started to have to really concentrate to keep her work acceptable. She had shaved her legs Sunday morning, expecting Robert to call, and by Tuesday she was starting to have a bit of stubble, she was also getting angry. This mystery man appeared out of nowhere with the proof of her guilt, and then fixed everything, and disappeared. She realized the police report would have his name and number, and figured she would get a copy of it later in the week, she called the police department, and found that they were running behind, apparently there was above normal crime or reports, and they said it would be Monday or Tuesday before the report was ready. Sherri forced herself to calm down, but snapped at her Secretary more than usual that day.

The locksmith arrived early Wednesday, and quickly installed the new heavy duty door, a solid oak affair, which went with the rest of the house's décor, and then the high end fingerprint lock system. It was all solid state, battery backup, and hardware, no software to get hung up. After every cycle, it would clear it's memory, and reboot so to speak. It had a key on the side to allow a new fingerprint, and Robert stood and allowed his index finger to be entered into the first memory slot. It had 500 memory slots available, but only the first two would ever be needed, or so Robert assumed.

Robert left before lunch, taking one of his surveillance cars, not the mini-van, a Ford Explorer, which in any American City you will find three on any given block. They are the omnipresent vehicle of choice. He studied the layout around the building, and pointed the cameras. He needed a little video of her, walking, how she really behaved, how she really carried herself. He was watching her as she walked to the Soup and Salad place three half a blocks from the building she worked in. He waited, and watched her walk back. 

Satisfied with his work for the day, he returned home continue work on the Dungeon as his mind was already thinking of it. 

The Throne arrived first, then the couch he had ordered. Black leather, and the delivery men helped carry it down, and then the Television arrived, a large LCD monitor with multiple input hookups. He told them the Cable company would be here shortly to hook it up, but that was a lie, he didn't want to watch Cable on this, this was for fun. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 02



He connected both of the DVD players, and when the computers arrived, he connected them together, and wired them both up as he needed. One was internet capable, via the wireless network in his home, and the other was a standalone. He made sure it had no Wireless networking capability, and then scrammed the Operating system, instead installing a Linux system that encrypted the entire hard drive. While it was loading and wiping the old system, Robert assembled his throne, placing it in the corner of his dreams. 

The other packages started arriving, and Robert unpacked them, and filled shelves with an assortment of sex toys so vast that it boggled even his imagination, which was interesting because he had imagined all of this into being. 

He unpacked the clothing that arrived, placing each item in it's place. Thongs, G-Strings, bra's, corsets, Lace, satin, silk, every material that feminine wilds used to entice, slut style, sensual, seductive. 

The first few outfits hung on a cloths bar in the changing area, Robert had told the carpenters he was going to hang replica period outfits there, and then move the collection around, changing the softer items and displaying them periodically.

Robert fell asleep Wednesday night late, after sorting and setting up the beginnings of a several thousand dollar collection of DVD's on etiquette, and porno. Wildlife videos, and science programs on the nature of the universe. All of it part of the mental identity he hoped to create, or free, from within her. All the visual aids that Sherri would need to become a properly submissive mate, and an elegant lady. 

Thursday's mail arrived, and Robert went back over the phone bills. The delivery of Sherri's papers from College had brought him up short. His understanding now much more complete. The papers she had written school were astounding. The Registrar had even thoughtfully included an article she had submitted to the schools Law Review, and Robert understood why she was here. She had torpedoed herself with that paper on Constitutional Law. After that, as though deciding to go down with the ship, she had declared full speed ahead, and went on sinking fast. Before that, her grades were very good, top 10% of her class. Afterwards, she had finished not at the bottom, but the Registrar had even helpfully highlighted Sherri's name, just in case he got bored looking down the list of over 500 names that had graduated with her. 

Her Phone bills showed she didn't call any number regularly except work. Robert interpreted this to mean she didn't date much, or no man had yet captured her. She was a wild animal, a Tigress who was suddenly mature, and required a very firm hand to control her, to bring her will into submission. No weak man would be able to win her, no pseudo sensitive guy would attract her eye. She was a damsel praying for her knight in shining armor, in reality praying for anyone masculine enough to be considered a Man in her eyes. 

Robert knew he could do it, but now wondered if he would have enough time in one weekend to accomplish the task. He knew, if she was allowed to depart before she had submitted to him, surrendered herself to him, she would take the time to rebuild her psyche. That meant it would be a long process to complete, and he may not have enough time in the two years he proposed. 

This weekend would be the key. Either she would be his by Sunday night, or she would never be. No pressure he told himself, emotional roller coaster, physical roller coaster, pain, and encouragement. He changed his plans slightly, going to the mall to purchase a Rolex after putting the items to get her there Friday in a Fed Ex box, and giving it to the driver. After looking at the watches, decided no, to bring her here Sunday, that was better, show her the rewards of submission, that was the key.

He returned home, and completed laying out the items, preparing them, attaching the eyebolts and hooks to the table to restrain his tigress. Placing the bench before the stocks so if her legs collapsed, she wouldn't break her neck or suffocate. He knew he would have one advantage over her on Saturday, he would sleep Friday night, he had a couple sleeping pills left, while he doubted she would. The Military worked to get the troops exhausted he knew, because while they are that tired, the individual mental defenses are weakened. Robert checked online and found a program to implement subliminal phrases and words into music. It would scan the music, select the location most suited for the phrase, and insert it so it played lower than the music, and only the subconscious heard it. He placed and tested the pheromone ejector. It would slowly release a stored amount of pheromones into the air, the particular pheromones were targeted for a woman's arousal center. 

Robert considered, knowing that both the ejector and the subliminal wouldn't work if he was wrong, they would only work if he was right, and she wanted this without knowing she wanted it. If down in the depths of her soul, she was not a submissive waiting to be released from her bondage of civilization, and introduced into her bondage of love, then the ejector and the subliminal suggestions would be wasted, like eggs thrown at a wall. If she was, it would make his task easier to have these tools. She would be suffering an attack on three fronts, all of them targeting her deepest darkest most locked off section of her brain, where her biological instructions were hard wired, where she waited for him.

Robert knew that retail outlets reduced shoplifting by using subliminal suggestions, knowing that the mostly honest person would decide to remain honest, rejecting the temptation to steal, while the determined criminal would not be swayed. Robert figured with the two pronged attack to overcome her willpower which he now knew would be substantial. Once shattered, the wall would never again grow between him and his future mate, if he remained the masculine male and never gave her reason to doubt his loyalty and love for her.

As Thursday ended for Robert, he was feeling the first pangs of doubt. Wondering if he would be enough to bring her to heel in one weekend. She was far more determined than he had originally suspected, however she had the eyes, and if he was enough man to tame her, once tamed, she would never accept another who was weaker, or shallow ever again. 

Sherri went to sleep about the same time Thursday, the bastard hadn't called and asked her for a date, or told her to date. What the fuck she raged. He had her credit card info, which meant he had all her information including her phone number. 

Friday she rose, and dressed for Casual Friday, an event she hated. Everyone wore jeans, and pretended they were real people, and weren't office geeks. Tears nearly came to Sherri's eyes, as she checked her hair, she applied a small smear of lipstick, and left it on the counter in her bathroom, as was her habit. She wore so little make up as to wear none most of the time. She really didn't like her co-workers, avoided lunches with them when possible, and never ate with the help, the secretaries and paralegals even though technically she as an associate was hardly above them on the social scale. Well not far above them. 

Sherri squared her shoulders, and went to her Lexus, she was starting to think of it as hers, and marveled at it. It was the one really classy thing she had. It was somehow understated, and luxurious. She hadn't done the tacky thing, and left the dealers sticker in the window for everyone to see how much it had cost. She had ignored or avoided questions at work by not flashing the trademarked keys to anyone. She had simply driven it, and loved it. It handled beautifully, was quick, responsive, smooth, and the stereo. She had turned it up loud for "Every Day Is A Winding Road" by Sheryl Crow on the radio on the way home yesterday, and it was wonderful. No distortion was evident although her windows had to be rattling from the volume. She paused and marveled at it, she hesitated, thinking again about the mystery man she knew nothing about, had appeared, saved her ass, and then disappeared. 

She had heard nothing from the cops, no follow up, she assumed they were satisfied with the explanation, and who is going to claim a guy driving an Audi is lying. His lawyers would eat them for lunch. She figured he had some real Bulldogs on retainer, people who shouted into the phone threatening to sue the Hyatt if the mysterious Mr. Mason's pillow didn't have the requisite mint on it. She smiled at that thought. He was self assured, confident, and she admitted considering how quickly he had moved on Friday night and Saturday, bold. It's a shame he hadn't called back, apparently he hadn't been too impressed with Sherri, which seemed to be the general consensus of opinion she griped as she got into HER car, and drove to work listening to the radio instead of a CD so she could get traffic reports. 

Robert arose later than normal, exercised as usual, and went downstairs to check everything, a few more items, including the bracelet were due to arrive today. The Jeweler had agreed to have it done in two days, and ship it next day air on Thursday. Robert knew the Jeweler had worked late Tuesday, and Wednesday to get it done by Thursday. 

Sherri arrived at work, greeted her Secretary Lisa in her usual reserved manner, Lisa was OK, made some mistakes, did a fairly good job. However Sherri couldn't help remember that Lisa was a B rate Secretary, at a firm full of B list people, and she always resented that she Sherri, was here with them, apparently part of that clique. 

Sherri read the documents that Lisa had for her on her desk, placed casually, not because it was Friday, but because that was how Lisa always did it. Sherri ground her teeth and forced herself to sit and start to read. She made notes in the spaces available, changes that needed to be made. Sherri attacked the whole pile of redundant back and forth correspondence that made up so much of Legal Work. Write a four page letter restating the clients position without actually saying anything. Sherri understood why so many Lawyers became authors, because they had disciplined minds, and hated the mind numbing drudgery that was a lawyers existence.

The Fed Ex guy arrived around 10:30, and with his usual assortment of document folders, from clients usually, from other lawyers occasionally, there was a fairly large box, one of those shirt box things, for Ms. Chenowith the Receptionist saw. Personal and Confidential, no Personal and Extremely Confidential. 

The Receptionist buzzed Lisa on the phone, and let her know Ms. Chenowith had a package and the mail was in as well.

Lisa went to Reception and returned wondering what Ms. Stick up her ass had gotten? Knowing better than to ask Ms. Stick up her ass, Lisa dropped it, and the letters she had typed, and retyped, on Ms. Stick up her asses desk. 

Sherri glanced at the box, and assumed it contained some corporations tax records which Sherri would go blind reading. She glanced at the letters and finished explaining to the Client that trips to the Bahamas could be written off as business expenses, but the presence of the family made such trips difficult to justify in case of an audit. The bastard had actually asked her if it would be better to take his Secretary, or perhaps one of the file clerks? Sherri had advised him to consider what kind of business was going on, a convention perhaps, which he could point to and say he was at, that would be helpful to justify the deduction. 

Sherri rubbed her temples, and once again cursed those bastard men. She rose and went to the washroom, and then looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't bad looking she decided, average at best she thought with the overcritical eye that most women have. C-cup breasts, and loose fitting clothing which made up her wardrobe. She was rather self conscious of her body, and had been since her childhood. She said she didn't look too bad, and heard her Grandmothers voice, which was her inner voice telling her she was a dirty little slut. Sherri felt shame well inside her, and washed her hands and returned to her crappy job, and her crappy life. 

Sherri read the letters, made more corrections, one she was sure Lisa had skipped entirely, and put the documents back on Lisa's desk. More correspondence tennis. 15 Love, your serve she told herself as she dropped the ones needing correction and the two she had consented to sign on Lisa's desk.

Returning to her own desk, she sat and picked up the Fed Ex box, and glanced at the return address. Color drained from her face and her heart didn't skip a beat, it stopped entirely for about ten seconds. Then it pounded out again, rushing blood to the places it needed to go. 

Lisa saw this and was surprised, that was shock she thought, and wondered what the box was all about. Whatever Lisa told herself deciding that Ms. Stick up her ass could deal with it herself. 

Sherri glanced up guiltily. Robert Mason, he had sent this to her. Sherri worried about what would be in it. She decided that not opening it would be worse, make people suspicious, and that would be bad. She opened it, and took an item about the size of a PDA out, attached to a Suction cup bracket. What the hell, Oh, it's a GPS, she realized, remembering when she had looked at them in the mall, and dreamed of driving somewhere, away from here. 

Inside was a handwritten note, and it said.

"If you would do as I ask, please join me for dinner at 6:30 tonight, the GPS will help guide you to me." and was signed Robert.

Sherri recognized the subtle words, do as I ask. She had promised to do as he asked, but it was Casual Friday, and she was wearing Jeans and a Polo shirt. She needed time to dress up for a date. She would call and reschedule the date, there was a number on the note too. She dialed it on her cell phone so it wouldn't end up on her call log. 

"Yes Sherri" the phone was answered.

"Hi, I got the package, and thanks for the GPS, but 6:30 is going to be kind of tough, I have a meeting you see." Sherri decided to be blunt and businesslike. 

"That's fine, make it as soon as you can after work, We can do drinks after dinner if you like" said the confident voice of Robert.

"Well I would need some time, say 7:30 or even 8." Sherri continued the lie about the meeting.

"Sherri, cut the crap, be her by 6:30, or 6:45." the voice was suddenly colder more demanding. 

Sherri shivered, she knew what he had, and he was demanding she arrive straight from work. 

"Fine, I'll see you then." Sherri hung up. 

Robert smiled, she had done as he expected, try to delay, put it off, be reasonable and she will come later, when SHE wants.

He checked on dinner plans with Suzanne, and she understood what he wanted, he thanked her, and thanked Carmen for her great work and tolerance this week. 

Robert went up to his office, and read again the paper that torpedoed Sherri's career. It was very well researched, and well thought out he believed. It also matched his own somewhat less educated opinion. The Status quo would indeed have been outraged. Robert could imagine what it was like, her Professors asking her if she, the student, had any other opinions about how this was wrong, or that had been decided incorrectly by the giants of the legal history. She had spent the next 18 months being ridiculed, mocked, and belittled. Each class must have been hell on it's own, and added to days filled with such classes. 

Robert reviewed his estimates. 5'7" and about 135lbs. Good and still young enough to be solid. Exercise would help that, replace soft with toned muscle. C cup tits, decent, hell he corrected, a nice ass of what he had seen. Apparently self conscious judging from the way she moved and stood and sat. Not ladylike, more like a college kid trying to find something comfortable. Dark blond hair, not dirty blond, more that nice mix of light brown, and blond, that seemed perfect with her fair complexion. It was the eyes he decided. The light brown eyes, almost hazel, that he loved. He had loved those eyes.

He prepared a package, and put a pre-paid postage label on it. Priority Mail, with the Police Department as the addressee. Good, that is done. Put that away for now, we will need it tomorrow. It will push the panic further, and he needed to push it further. Drive it home, and drive it hard. Shock her, and then relent. 

Hard, Soft, Hard, Reasonable, Hard, Compassionate. 

He programmed the music player with the Subliminal Words he needed. He picked several, and rated them in priority order. He then set the priority scale and began to record the words and phrases.

Into a high quality digital microphone, he said the following. "Obey, Submit, Conform, Love your Master, Obey Your Master, Submit to Your Master" 

He checked, and the computer liked the quality. He placed lower priority ones next, they would be played less, and since he knew they were there, they wouldn't affect him. Funny thing about programming, when you are aware it's happening, you don't get programmed. When you are determined to do something, all the programming in the world telling you to take the opposite action is wasted. It will only work if she has the desire inside her, the desire to serve, to obey, and to submit. It's important to keep them off balance, unsure, and exhausted until that desire is opened outwards.

The lower priority commands were "Accept his gift. You are beautiful, accept his love, open your heart, open your mind." 

Robert checked, yep those were fine too. Next he made a mental note reading them to make sure to use them verbally, a two pronged attack to lower her walls, to overcome them in one weekend. It was a shame that hypnosis wasn't nearly as effective as people believed, otherwise he would have considered that. 

No, it was going to be the hard way, and he suspected she wouldn't have it any other way.

Robert went up and looked at his watch, the ladies would be leaving soon, and he checked Sherri's room again, making sure it was right. It was and he knew it, he had checked it twice. He had asked Carmen to work on it, to frill it up, make it comfortable for a woman. Robert then showered, shaved, and dressed casually, to make sure not to overbear the already self conscious feelings that Sherri was suffering, and then he went to his office, and re-read many of her papers. He was hoping to glean one or two more insights into her, though he suspected the pile was nearly consumed. He placed them in a box at 6pm, setting them aside. He took the receipts, and the bills of lading, which were stapled to the appropriate Bill from the online store, and put them in a Legal sized accordion folder, a big expanding one, and they nearly didn't fit. 

Robert sat back, and waited, calming his mind, calming his torment, and waiting with his accustomed patience for his love to arrive. 

Sherri on the other hand was not calm, nor was she in any way relaxed. Her meeting with Carl was brief, he was excited about a potential new client, who had asked for the firm to look over a proposal, and do a cost benefit study, and Carl had the file here. He intended to study it over the weekend and get cracking first thing Monday on it. Sherri translated, as the most recent attorney hired, she would get the fun of crunching numbers and write it up next week, and then Carl would re-write, probably verbatim, and sign his illustrious name to it. 

Sherri was out of work on time for a Friday, that meant 5:45 pm. She plugged her new GPS in, and turned it on. It took a minute to "see" the satellites, and Sherri had no idea how it worked, just that it was supposed to work really well. It then asked where she wanted to go. She checked her options, under "my favorites" there was only two entries. Her own home address, and Roberts. It was listed simply as Robert. Her home was listed as "my house". Sherri picked Roberts house, and then waited while the little computer thought about this, and a few seconds later told her to start driving. A small display in the corner told her that she should arrive by 6:20pm, and Sherri figured that meant 6:30 with traffic. An annoying female voice chatted to her the entire way, telling her to drive, turn here, exit there, bear left over here, and watch for merging traffic a couple of times. Sherri wanted to slap the damn thing and make it shut up, but didn't know the way yet, so she endured the GPS telling her how to drive. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 02



Sherri drove up in her week old Lexus and wondered if she would have time to wash and wax it. It was dusty, and needed a wash, but she hadn't had time yet. She was told she was arriving and her destination was on the Right. Sherri looked and found the driveway where the computer voice said it was. The computer then reminded Sherri that this was her Destination, and Sherri told it to shut up, and then turned it off. She took a deep breath, and started up the driveway. She couldn't see the house yet, and as she came around a bend in the road, no a bend in the driveway she thought, it was suddenly there. It was breathtaking. An older house, obviously recently redone, and wonderful. About 5000 or perhaps 6000 square feet, perhaps five bedrooms, probably huge ones, on the second floor. Kind of a Cottage look, but much larger. 

She parked and got out of the car, looking around. The landscaping was very nice, not picture perfect, more like you expect from a home, and Sherri figured he spent more on his landscaping in a week than Sherri paid the neighborhood kids to mow her lawn all year. 

Sherri approached the door, and searched for the doorbell. She found it and pushed the button. It wasn't concealed, it's just that she was kind of overwhelmed. Robert appeared in less than a minute and opening the door, gestured her in. 

Robert said "Welcome to my home, please come in, and make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink before dinner? If it's not too complicated, I can try and make it, no promises on how expertly I may make it." 

Sherri replied "No, thanks, well maybe a Glass of wine, if you have a nice White that is."

Robert ducked behind a wall and re-appeared in a minute or two as Sherri stood in the Living room, she assumed that is what it was. It had comfortable furniture, expensive and comfortable, some nice art pieces. No splash of red on a white canvas, pictures that looked like things. Nothing strange, a house in a field, a small valley with towering mountains, a sea side landscape. A Remingtonesque piece of a man riding a bucking bronco horse.

Sherri took the glass and resolved to be polite, and find out what he thought was going on. 

"Is the car doing OK? I checked with Mabel, and she said the Pink slip should be at your house in another day or two. She is trying to rush it." Robert told her sitting with a low glass with Whiskey in it holding the ice up. 

"Yes, it's great, I called Mabel on Saturday to thank her, and was trying to find you to thank you for it. I really appreciate it, it handles beautifully." said Sherri who honestly loved the way the car drove. 

Robert nodded, "Great to hear, listen, Dinner is Roasted Chicken, steamed vegetables, new potatoes, and a parfait for desert. I also believe there is a salad. Suzanne prepared and now that she has left for the weekend, I can also tell you that I whipped up some Honey Mustard, which Suzanne swears is the work of the Devil, and personally I like Ketchup on potatoes which I have heard is akin to blasphemy to a chef." he said easily.

Sherri laughed and said "I love Honey mustard, never knew anyone who whipped it up themselves." 

They chatted for a while, and then Robert took them into the dining room, and it was laid out perfectly, thanks to Carmen according to Robert.

The small talk during dinner became more and more strained as Sherri became more uncomfortable. Her resentment at being summoned this way really bothered her, and if he was telling the truth, and the dinner was essentially prepared, and waiting only to be warmed and served, he could easily have relented on the time, he hadn't and that really annoyed her. 

Finally as the dinner ended, Sherri decided to address this issue that was bothering her. "Robert, thank you for the dinner, however I was wondering about the preemptory nature of the invitation." she wiped her mouth, placing her napkin on the plate. "Am I to expect that all future invitations will be so summary and short notice?" 

Robert sat back and sipped a cup of coffee studying her. As he set the cup down, he began "No I don't think so, in fact, the future looks to be changing for you Sherri." he wiped his own mouth and then said to her "Would you like to discuss this in the Living Room? Or would you rather tour the house first?"

Sherri didn't like the way he had told her about her future changing. Like it was a fait accompli, it was already done. The sun had risen, and the future had changed. "Perhaps we should discuss it, afterwards we can view the house if you like." If she was a cat, her back would have been up, her tail would be bushy, and her teeth would have been bared at her host. There was only cold resolve in her voice. 

Sheri walked to the Living Room trying to control her anger. OK, he was cute, about 6' she guessed, powerful at a very fit 195 or so she decided. Dark hair cut short, instead of the sprayed to within an inch of it's life styles that men in business usually liked. Intelligent brown eyes that she would have bet missed nothing. He would have been charming, and the night would have been enjoyable if she had only gotten a little more notice about the date, and had time to change after work. 

She sat on the couch, and Robert after asking about an after dinner drink, she declined. She had the same White Wine, a very nice one she admitted, during dinner, and didn't want any more booze to cloud her mind. 

Robert sat, and smiled like he had eaten the cat who ate the canary again. A large and confident smile. He could be annoying with that Sherri decided.

"OK, I see you are determined to get right to business, about what I expected from you this evening." said Robert. 

Sherri's eyebrows went up in mild surprise. He had expected that, she wondered if he was bullshitting her or what.

"Well I guess it's better to know where you stand, and you can understand my curiosity can't you?" said Sherry. Translation, what are you thinking I am going to do?

"Sherri, that is an interesting phrase." Robert produced a file folder from the drawer of the small table next to him. He opened it and placed two pages before her. 

Sherri read the document quickly, her lawyers mind shocked into a complete freeze. She read the first part several times. 

The document read.

"This memorandum is an agreement of a moral, and even of a blackmail nature. Obviously it can not be upheld in a court of law, however it does lay out the basic requirements in the matter of Sherri Samantha Chenowith's service to Robert Mason.

Sherri agrees to be his slave, his property, his plaything for two years. 

In return, Robert Louis Mason agrees to present to Sherri all copies of documents, and any other evidence which he may have gathered, including video and Sherri's former car, the yellow Kia.

Sherri agrees to follow all instructions, commands, and suggestions to the best of her ability

Robert agrees not to require Sherri to perform sexual acts of any nature with others except Robert.

Sherri agrees that for the duration of this agreement, she is the property of, and without any rights in the complete control of her Master Robert.

Robert agrees not to interfere with, nor prohibit, nor prevent Sherri from continuing her career and employment. It is the intention of this agreement to advance Sherri's career, not destroy it.

This agreement includes any and all activities during the 24 hours of a day, and each day of the week.

Details of this agreement will be worked out, which is defined as Sherri being informed of her responsibilities in detail, and her performance of them in as timely a manner as is possible."

Sherri read the document, and listened to Robert say that her service technically starts tomorrow morning, but he was going to go ahead and start the two years from today's date, since she had arrived at his command today. 

Tears started, rage swelled, this was insane. "Your crazy, I'm not doing this, no way in hell".

"Sherri, you shouldn't be so positive just yet, after all, the reason I am giving you until tomorrow morning to report is so you can consider your situation." said Robert

"I know my situation, and it's not this." said Sherri with volume and anger in her voice.

"Then you don't know your situation." said Robert calmly. "Perhaps you should allow me to describe it for you." 

"Describe away, I want to hear how you think I am going to do this" said Sherri pointing at the documents.

"Simple, if you don't agree, and arrive as instructed in the morning, I will leave within five minutes later and drive to the post office. I will personally mail a packet to the police, which will contain all documents and video I have obtained. They will receive it Monday Morning, examine it, find it to be genuine, and probably ask a Judge for a warrant by 2pm. If they double check everything, including the location of the Kia, which is in storage, then it would take them no more than a day, and your life comes to an end at that time." Robert sighed shaking his head regretfully.

"If you plead innocent against that bundle of evidence, you would be found guilty, and sentenced to 20 years, the maximum allowable, and if you plead guilty, in a plea bargain agreement, you would get perhaps 10 years." Robert shrugged "If you run to the police, taking this document with you, and tell them I am blackmailing you, and confess to your other crimes, you would still be in Prison at least twice as long as I would, because I have lawyers which would fight every bit of the process, and finally convince the District Attorney to accept a few months at a very minimum security facility. You know, those prisons intended for us white collar criminals. While you would be at the State Prison Women's Facility, and instead of my property for 2 years, you would be some biker chick gang's bitch for 10 to 20. After my contract has expired, you are free to go back to your life, and with your career and earnings moving forward with the additional bonus of all your debt being taken care of." 

Robert shifted his legs, and crossed them. "I have already taken the liberty of paying off your student loans in anticipation of your acceptance of this situation." he finished

Sherri sat and shook her head, knowing he was telling her the truth, it would pretty much go as he had said. "No, I won't do it" she said. She noticed and she knew that Bastard did too, that her voice was much smaller and weaker. Suddenly her anger flared "You son of a bitch, you bastard, you sick fucking pig." she raged.

Robert didn't react at all, and that infuriated Sherri that much more, she leapt to her feet and slapped him across the face. Her hand stung and she saw only minimal reaction from him. His face jerked slightly, and he smiled at her.

"Feel better? Fine, now tomorrow morning, you will arrive her at 9:45am. I want you to wear something nice, a pantsuit or some such thing. Slacks, and a blouse. Try to dress up for me, take the effort to show me some respect" Robert told her with a growing red spot on his cheek.

Sherri wanted to hit him, and keep on hitting him, and pound him to death. She was enraged, furious, and she was truly trapped. He didn't have to say that a copy was in a safe location, where there was a lawyer or something who would open an envelope if he was killed. She knew that is what he had done. "Slimy son of a bitch" she raged again. 

Robert sighed, and spoke slowly, with great patience and with the knowledge he was in complete control. "Sherri this is useless, why don't you go home, take some time, think it through, make your decision and either I will see you in the morning, or likely we will be testifying against each other in court." he handed her an envelope a large one packed with papers "Please take this, as it is everything the police will receive on Monday if you fail to appear."

Sherri's eyes filled with tears as she turned to go.

Robert called to her back "Please drive carefully, it might be difficult to clean up another accident Sherri"

Sherri hesitated, and collapsed in on herself as she walked to the Lexus, the car she had only so recently decided she really loved. 

She drove out of there, and headed home. She quickly found she was lost, not driving with her mind, trying to think. Gritting her teeth she turned on the damn GPS and it's damn annoying voice. It powered up, and started looking for it's satellites. Sherri watched it and as she was at a stop light she didn't know, it asked where she wanted to go. She selected "My house" from the list of options, and after a couple seconds, it began speaking and told her where to go. 

She arrived home, having learned a couple new streets thanks to the damn annoying "turn here" voice, and she realized he had given it to her with her home programmed in for that reason, he knew she would need help to get home. She turned it off, and sat thinking for a while in the car. She walked to her door, tears in her eyes, and managed to get inside before she collapsed on the floor and wailed her anguish to the heavens. She laid down and cried and screamed "NO" several times. 

An hour later, she was cried out, and ready to think. There had to be something she could do, something that didn't involve going to prison. She considered, and she wondered. She opened the envelope, there was a DVD, and she looked at the printouts from a computer. Her credit card record, a statement from Robert swearing he wasn't with her as stated, and had tried to blackmail her. A narrative of the Video with information on the original memory chips location, apparently with her car in storage, the exact location was known to Robert and an attorney and would be released from the Attorney by presenting him with a letter.

It was all very neat, very organized, and completely boxed her in. 

She had a choice to make she realized, either do as he says, or go to prison. A sudden mental image of herself in Law School working fast food for grocery money "Do you want fries with that?" to kids younger than she, and obviously dumber than she was. She would be lucky to get a job like that with the way that they were declaring that former convicts couldn't work in this industry or that industry. 

Sherri cried some more, and paced the house coming up with one plan after another, and each one was worse than the one before. She didn't know any thieves or murders who could do all the work she needed done in one night. She couldn't do it, she knew that, she couldn't murder someone, she had killed someone, but that was an accident, and even Robert knew it. 

Sherri paced and considered, run to Mexico? No extradition from there, and what could she do in Mexico? She could link up with a drug lord and be his throwaway whore. Great plan there Sherri her mind raged filled with sarcasm. 

Finally at 2am, she was down to abduction by either aliens, or a motorcycle gang, both of which would be worse than the drug lord she assumed. 

She sat and cried some more, she was going to do it, she was going to be his servant, she was going to go and be his slave. 

Robert on the other hand cleaned the table, and started the dishwasher. He watched some mindless television, and then taking one last look around the dungeon. It was perfect. From the left of the stairs, you found yourself in the changing area. Where her clothing would be stored, until she was allowed to move them upstairs. There was a full length mirror, and the usual items needed for a woman to prepare herself for the world including make up, and perfume. The shower was next continuing along the wall, it sat, looking half finished, but perfect for his needs. No door, as she wouldn't need the privacy, and would not need the door, she wouldn't be allowed the privacy he corrected himself. Now you reached the corner and turning to your right you found the toilet was next, and again, no walls, only a thin Japanese style screen to mask the view from without. 

Along the wall, with a few pieces of erotic art, drawings and pictures of women, in bondage of course. The table was next, and it was perfect. It ended just about waist high, rough in appearance, sturdy enough for an elephant to sit on, it would take her weight, and his, just fine. The hooks and snap links were ready. The stocks were next to the table, and the wall contained a shelf where various items to be used on the victim could be stored. The stocks he saw were also perfect. Dark, sinister, fear inducing. The Bench he had seen a need for was there. It would work, placed along the waist of the victim, it would support her weight easily, and prevent her from passing out and breaking her neck during the treatments. Along the same wall an anachronism. The Entertainment area, where there was a couch, a throw rug, big one, shelves of DVD's and a big screen TV which was tied into two separate DVD players, and both computers. He could access any of the devices in a second with the remote, and could sit on the couch and bring up information on the computer with the wireless keyboard with it's built in touch pad for controlling the mouse. 

This had the same amount of space as the other end for changing, and after you left the entertainment area, it's computers, and a good all in one printer which would print color pictures very well, you entered the base of the T. An area about half as long as the rest of the Basement was. It was awesome. It was perfect, and it was much different than the one he had been trained in. That one had been a temporary he knew, this was possibly temporary, but he held out hope that it would be permanent. 

He set the lights as he wanted them tomorrow morning, and then he walked upstairs, took a sleeping pill, and relaxed into sleep just after 9pm. He wanted the pill completely out of his system by 9am, and figured the extra few hours would be needed for that. 

Sherri was now trying to figure out how to negotiate some concessions. Her mind raced as she decided what to talk him out of. 

She slept for four hours and was awake and in a mixed depression and panic. She showered, and started to shave her legs, and then said fuck him, I'm not doing it. She dressed in her usual underwear, plain white. She had one set of colored underwear, light pink, but they were all the same style. Bikini, well sort of with wide hip bands. What would be called granny panties. 

She reached for the type of clothing she wore to work, a pant suit, and hesitated. No, damn him, I won't. Deciding that she had to do what he said, but would do the bare minimum, dressed in her most comfortable and baggiest pair of jeans and a sweat shirt over a t-shirt. 

Fuck him, dress up for him? Kiss my ass you fucking pig. 

She grabbed the keys for her Lexus, the one he had given her part of her mind whispered. She left her house at 9am. 

Robert was up and showered, re-reading her dissertation on Legal history. It was good, not as good as her constitutional law paper, but good. It was obvious he thought, she was really beaten down by the time she wrote this, and he could well imagine her fatigue at the two year battle she had just fought. 

Robert stood and went downstairs, leaving her papers on his desk, he poured a cup of coffee and sipped it waiting, patiently, for his slave to arrive. 

At 9:36, Sherri arrived, and tears had clouded her vision most of the way. The GPS got her to the right location, and in time she noticed. She sat and cried for a few minutes, checking her watch, and then got out of her car, and walked to the door like she was going to her execution. She rang the bell and glanced at her watch. She was on time to be his slave.



Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 03



Part 03: Indoctrination of the Slave

This is a work of fiction, the names used are fictional. Any relation to any person, real or imagined, living or dead, is purely unintentional and accidental.

Answering the bell, Robert opened the door, and was not surprised by what she had dressed in. He had assumed she would rebel, and show her independence. Good, he liked that, it meant she had spirit, and passion. He wanted both from his submissive mate.

Sherri entered without saying a word, and once in the living room told him in a mockery of her usual Lawyers voice "We need to discuss some of these terms, I would be willing to agree to some of them, but..."

Robert cut her off and told her "No negotiation, if you think you can negotiate, you wasted a trip. You will sign and agree to all of that. Do you understand?" It was time, time to establish the first levels of control, to strip her down mentally, and then rebuild her. The Military called the first day of Basic Training shock treatment. Shock them, show them that they aren't in Kansas anymore.

"I just wanted to see if we could limit" she started again and was cut off again.

"No, you are trying to talk your way out of it, trying to deal your way out of it. Sherri, shut the fuck up, and sign it, and agree to it. Do it now, or get your ass out of here, I have an errand to run." said Robert waiting. 

His presence in the room was a physical force, like a hurricane viewed through a window. Sherri took the pen, and signed the copy he had kept, the one she had was in 50 pieces in her garbage. 

Robert sat and signed next. 

"Good come with me Slave." said Robert. 

Sherri stood and followed, her head down, her mind reeling. She was doomed, and she knew it.

Robert stopped in the kitchen, and pointed to a door. "This is the door to the basement, the key is your fingerprint." he took some keys out of his pocket and put one in the side of the fingerprint scanner. "Place your index finger on the panel." he instructed her. 

Sherri complied, and when she did, a light flashed red, and then green. She saw Robert turn the key back the other way, and told her to put it back. This time the light came on green as she did. He nodded and turned the key halfway, then removed it. Apparently the key operated the switch which had three positions. It was program, test, and then operation.

"Now the scanner is programmed to your finger as well. Since you failed to follow my first instructions properly, and dress as I told you to, you will undress here, and remove every article you are wearing. Jewelry included, and using your fingerprint in ten minutes, walk down to the Basement." Robert told her pocketing the keys. Turning he touched his own finger to the scanner, and she heard a lock click and he pulled the door open and started through. "Do you understand Slave?" he asked.

"Yes, but do I have to strip here?" she asked.

He stopped and turned to her "From this moment on, you will answer me with Yes Master, or No Master, if asking a question, you will begin by calling my name, Master, do you understand?" 

Sherri hesitated, and finally forced a weak "Yes Master" through her mouth. This was utterly humiliating. 

"I see you have a problem with surrendering yourself, so you will from this moment on never use 'I' or 'me' to describe yourself. You will refer to yourself as 'your slave' do you understand?" demanded Robert

Sherri nodded with tears in her eyes. This was humiliating. She couldn't speak. She finally forced out a nearly inaudible "Yes Master".

Robert nodded, and walked down the stairs, the door closed behind him, and she was alone.

Sherri cried for a minute, reached for her sweatshirt, and then raged again. Fuck him, I am going down there and tell him what he can do with his fingerprint lock and all his bullshit. He can fuck me if he wants to, but I am not prancing around nude because he says to.

Sherri reached for the handle and found it was secured. She put her finger to the lock's scanner screen, and she saw the green light come on, and heard the click. She pulled the handle again, and it opened this time.

She stormed down the stairs and reached the bottom, there was minimal light, small LED's lit the area poorly, and she looked around. 

"Move into the light slave." said Robert from her right. She stepped towards the circle of light, now very afraid, and moved into it. It was the one area fully lit. It seemed to have three bright white floodlights pointing at it. She stepped into it and the rest of the room went from poorly lit, with vague shapes, to completely black. 

Sherri tried to shield her eyes and looked around for Robert. He was suddenly next to her, wearing a black t-shirt and dark chino style pants. 

"You were given instructions, and have disobeyed." he said taking her wrist and putting it into a leather cuff of some sort. He repeated the procedure on her left wrist and then moved quickly snapping both to a bar that was suspended overhead. Robert stepped out of the light and Sherri heard the wine of an electric motor and her arms were drawn upwards. She could still stand on the floor, her arms were not drawn tightly, but were straight enough that she had little body slack left. 

Sherri was crying now, tears in her eyes, she begged "Please don't do this, please let me go." and she knew as she begged it was useless. She was in the hands of a sadistic lunatic, and had no choice but to endure. 

Robert bent and attached similar cuffs to her ankles, and placed a metal bar between the leather cuffs. Her legs were then forced apart, stopping about shoulder width apart. Robert then stepped out of the light again.

Sherri was terrified, she was trapped, she understood that now, the shock of the basement, the commanding tone, she struggled and was almost relieved when Robert reappeared holding a black nylon strap of some sort. 

"This is your first collar, it is a training collar" he said placing it on her neck, and as she struggled he moved and then buckled it to her. He then secured it with a small padlock. "It is a dog training collar actually, this size is normally used for larger breeds, German Shepard and the like" he said calmly. "This is the remote" he said holding up a small gray item about twice the size of her key remote. He continued "It has two buttons, one is a warning tone only." he pushed the button and the collar gave an unpleasant electronic squeal in her ears. "This is the correction button, it shocks you, this is an example of what happens when you are corrected." Robert pushed the button, and Sherri's mind exploded. Pain and white light seemed to exist for an eternity, and then it was gone. Panic filled her mind. She had been shocked, electrocuted. Robert knew what she was feeling, he had shocked himself, first on the leg, and then on his own neck Wednesday. He remembered his own training. You must know what your slave is feeling, you must understand her pain, and know what each thing will do to her physically and mentally. He knew she hadn't been knocked out, but only stunned by the shock.

Sherri tried to clear her head, her rage coming in waves now. Robert then placed a red rubber ball between her teeth, and strapped that around her head. By the time Sherri was able to coordinate her movements, she had none to make. She struggled, twisting her arms as much as possible, trying to get free. The bar had been attached to a cable, she could see that. She looked down and saw her feet were secured to a similar bar, and it was secured to recessed eyebolts. 

Robert vanished, and classical music began. He reappeared with a long leather strap attached to a wooden handle. He was smiling.

"Sherri, you must learn to obey, and like all creatures on earth, you are taught by pain. He swung the strap and it connected to the front of her left thigh. Her leg jerked and pain shot up her leg, he swung it again connecting this time to her right thigh, and it joined the left in protest. He moved around her now, striking her ass cheek, the backs of her thigh, and then her calves in turn. He walked around her slowly, swinging the leather strap at irregular intervals. Sherri tried to watch him, anticipate the blows, try and prepare for them. She screamed as it pounded into her through her clothing. 

He stopped before her. He smiled at her.

"Slave, I am going to remove the ball gag you have been screaming into for the last little correction, and we are going to begin your training. To move along, all you have to do is obey and be respectful. Do you understand?" he asked. 

Sherri was in agony, her arms hurt, her ass and legs hurt, and she sincerely wished she had worn what he wanted, or taken her clothing off as he had told her. Sherri nodded her head. 

"Good Slave, now remember to be respectful, and you won't be punished, obey and you will be rewarded, comply and you will know pleasure." Robert told her in the same soft patient tone he had used while beating her. 

He removed the gag, stepping from the light. Sherri hung and worked her jaw, it ached. He called from the darkness "Are you ready to begin training Slave?"

"Yes" a long pause followed "Master" she finished lowering her head in shame.

"Good, I'll show you I am not a merciless Master, I'll overlook that little hesitation Slave." replied Robert.

The lights came up and Sherri knew what hell looked like. It was not a basement, it was a dungeon. There were heavy wooden shelves on the walls, each contained items of the most perverse and obscene manner imaginable. Sherri looked around and was horrified. She saw whips hanging from wooden pegs in the wall. She saw chains, more bindings, she looked around seeing dildos, mushroom shaped things, and behind her she saw a low table, and some stocks, like in the old movies. Sherri understood the nightmare then. 

"Now Slave, we are going to begin at the beginning, since you have chosen to remain dressed, and have been punished for that, for now, I will ignore the disobedience of your remaining dressed. When I release you, first your feet, and then your wrists, you will move to the Red Pillow on the floor, which I have generously given you, and kneel on it. I will instruct you on the proper way to kneel. This will be your ready position, it indicates submission, and a willingness to follow my instructions." said Robert as he released one ankle and then the other. Sherri felt her wrists lower and then he released them. 

Sherri hesitated, and then moved forward on shaky limbs, to kneel on the pillow. She adjusted her position as he directed, her eyes fixed on the remote he had strapped to his right wrist, it was the one for her collar. She knelt, her ass on her heels, knees about 6 inches apart, hands on the tops of her thighs, back straight, head down. Fingers joined and running lengthwise on her knees. 

Robert walked and sat down in a large wooden chair before her. "Good slave, you obey, and that is all I ask. You see, obedience and no pain." said Robert. 

"Now, to begin your training, we are going to accomplish much this weekend, I am going to teach you how to live, how to love, how to laugh, how to walk, and talk. I will teach you about pleasure, and teach you about terror." he said.

"How to love, you think this is love you sick bastard" Sherri screamed at this insane sadistic son of a bitch.

Robert touched his wrist, and Sherri screamed. He shook his head and sighed. 

Sherri shook her head to clear the fog the shock collar had given her. She heard his voice telling her to get to her ready position. She realized he had shocked her again. The son of a bitch had electrocuted her again. She looked up with angry eyes and told him "Fuck you" and the world went dark after a moment of system wide pain accompanied by a screeching tone in her ear from the shock collar. This time she was unconscious.

Sherri came to and found herself hanging from the chains again, she realized that she was gagged, again, but her feet were not secured, well they were she saw looking, but not to the bar, to chains with slack in them. She shifted her weight to her feet, from her sore wrists and looked around. 

Robert was standing there, and told her. "You are going to suffer this weekend, suffer in ways you can't possibly imagine yet. Pain, agony, and despair will accompany you this weekend if you don't begin to submit, obey, and be respectful." Robert used some sort of curved bladed knife to cut through her sweatshirt, leaving it dangling from her shoulders, he repeated with her T-Shirt, and then her bra baring her breasts. Sherri hung there terrified, she didn't know what was going to happen next, but she hadn't enjoyed anything yet. Robert went to one shelf, and returned with a small silver chain, and what looked like rubber coated roach clips attached at the end. He grabbed her left breast roughly, and attached the clip to her nipple. Pain seared through her and she struggled, backing away as far as she could, and then the right breast joined the left's agony. He let go of the chain and it felt like there was a hundred pounds dragging her down. 

"Oh, there are far worse tortures than this" Robert said as he walked away, touching the stopwatch on his wrist. He paused and raised her an inch, and watched as she stood on the toes of her feet to relieve some of the pain in her wrists. Keep the pain new, inventive, keep the humiliations and the tortures coming. Let her realize that there is no end to the torment, submission is the only relief from the agony. 

Robert walked out of sight up the stairs and took a moment to relieve himself, and then get a glass of water. 

Sherri screamed her anger, pain, and fear into the gag. It was muffled, and her body knew pain now like she had never imagined. Her shoulders ached, her wrists ached, and her hands were getting numb. She feared her hands losing circulation at the whim of this madman, and she stretched more pushing with her feet to get some blood into her hands. That increased the rate at which her calves would tire, and then cramp, but that was part of the torture. The pain never subsided, it only increased. If you tried to lessen it one way, it got worse another. Sherri shook herself trying to throw the nipple chain off, but it wouldn't budge. It was on and staying. She was sure she could rip it off if she could get her hand free, she couldn't get free. 

Robert was gone some 45 minutes and returned. He stepped before her and asked if she wanted him to remove the clamps. She nodded vigorously and mumbled into the gag. Robert removed the clamps, and saw the pain as the blood rushed back into the nipples. "The pain of the blood going back into the nipples is often worse than the clamps." Robert explained.

Sherri felt the pain and wondered if he had removed the nipples when he had the clamps. Robert gently rubbed them, and the pain subsided. Sherri became aware of her nipples growing erect, perking up. 

Removing the gag he asked her "Are you ready to obey my slave?"

"Yes Master" she said without hesitation. 

Robert lowered her until her arms hung limply in the bindings, and her weight was on her feet. "When I release you, return to the pillow, assume the ready position, and we can begin again." he said.

"Yes Master" she said again, without hesitation. 

He nodded, and released first her feet and then her hands. Her arms dropped limply to her side, and Robert knew they were aching and quite fatigued. When he released her right hand was free she moved to the pillow and collapsed on it, moving to a position that appeared like the Ready position, and Robert knew she was in great pain right now. He had to be careful, too much pain, and she would seek solace in the endorphins that would be released automatically. 

He walked to the throne, and sat down. "First I wanted to find out some things about you, let's start with your sexual history shall we?" 

Sherri shuddered, discussing sex with this man, fine tell him she loves it, whatever he wants to hear. "Yes Master"

"Have you ever sucked a cock?" Robert began.

"Yes Master" she answered quickly.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked

Sherri didn't even look up in surprise, she just nodded her head and said "Yes Master".

"I don't believe you Sherri, because if you enjoyed it, you wouldn't have gone home alone last Friday." Robert told her. "Slave, you are trying to please me, and that is good, however when you are asked a question, I expect the truth, and will know you are lying if you try it."

Sherri looked up at this, he wanted the truth? Well he was going to get it by God. "Yes Master, your slave (she remembered to say it instead of I not wanting another beating) doesn't enjoy sucking cock, but will do it if you command." she added hoping to keep him from getting angry.

Robert nodded, "Excellent Sherri, you see, I am not angry that you lied, you were trying to please me, I am not angry that you haven't yet enjoyed sucking cock, because that is the truth, and the truth, communicated respectfully will not bring you punishment."

Sherri was confused, she had assumed that she would be getting her ass beaten by now, and figured that this weekend would see her beaten black and blue before it was over. She figured that if she agreed to anything he said, he would be happy, but he wasn't happy when she said something he knew to be a lie.

"I don't understand" she said, genuine confusion in her voice, and face.

"Sherri, I am merciful to my Slave, I even recognize your respectful tone and behavior when you forget to say Master, and Your slave in your question." Robert told her comfortingly.

"Master, please forgive your slave" Sherri said quickly, 

"I already have, but you say you don't understand? What don't you understand? That I want the truth? Or that I don't want you claiming to enjoy something which you believe I would want you to?" he asked.

Sherri was really confused, he wanted her to tell him the truth, and use the words Master and your slave. OK, she could do this.

"Now, how did it make you feel when you sucked a cock?" he asked her

"Master, it made your slave feel degraded, worthless." she answered honestly.

He nodded and smiled. "Good, you answered with the truth, and using the proper tones, I am pleased." He then rose and got her a glass of water, placing a special straw he had gotten in the Wedding Shower party section. It was a straw with a penis head where you put your lips to suck the liquid out. He handed it to her and she took it gratefully. Her throat was so dry and raw from screaming and the crying. She was also very thirsty.

She took the glass and gaped at the straw. It looked like a little dick sitting there in a glass of ice water. She realized he had set this up, and now she knew what she was supposed to do. She hesitated, considered drinking straight from the glass. She sipped on the drink through the penis straw. Her throat thanked her, it was so dry and sore and parched from the crying and screaming. 

Robert watched, and knew what was happening. It was a faint variation on brainwashing. The pheromones were trying to work, and any natural arousal she would have later, not yet he admitted, would couple with the image of the penis straw and the relief to her raw throat. 

Sherri put the half empty glass down and wondered if she was going to be gagging on this assholes dick next. She figured she was supposed to be polite and respectful. She looked up and said "Thank you Master for the water". She was actually kind of surprised that he had gotten it. Other than the penis straw, the glass was clean, obviously recently washed. The water was quite cold, just what her throat needed. She assumed he would have her go get it, if he was doing as she expected, humiliate her and degrade her. 

"Sherri, you are welcome, and I know it soothed your throat. I'm sorry, but I have nothing for the pain except some Advil or Excedrin. Would you like some?" Robert asked her.




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 03



Shit, she though, he is going to drug me, he's going to slip me something to what? Who knows, take nothing. "No" she blurted out, adding quickly "Master, but thank you." remembering her instructions. 

Robert actually laughed. "Worried I am going to give you some drug?" He chuckled and said "I don't want to alter your mind, I want to open your mind." He rose and walked back to the sink, returning with two boxes. One said Excedrin, the other said Advil, both were obviously unopened. 

Sherri took the Advil, and opened the box, looking for signs of tampering. She took it herself at work, and knew what she was seeing was the unaltered box, and there was the Advil anti-tampering safety seal. She looked at him in more confusion. He was going out of his way to reassure her and show her that he had no ill intentions towards her, and she could trust him. He was gentle now, and she hoped to keep him that way.

Sherri took two, and then sucked water from the damned penis straw, and knew that some relief from her aches and her bruises was only twenty minutes away. 

Robert watched her and saw what he was hoping to, she was desperate to set some limits, some rules, and something concrete that she could rely on. He was stripping away her defenses, one by one, making her dependant on him, giving her himself as the only thing she could rely or depend on.

"Sherri, I said I wanted to open you mind, and I do, however it requires some work on your part. You see, to serve, and be served are two sides of the same coin." Robert told her as she set the glass down again.

Sherri frowned, "That's from the Buddha, or Confucius isn't it?" she asked trying to remember her philosophy class.

"Something like that" Robert allowed, "It's philosophy, and philosophy is one of the things which we use to understand life's beauty, and it's sorrow." He paused and shifted "Respect yourself and others will Respect you is Confucius, and where we are going to be going with our training after you are given the tour and given an opportunity to change into your first slave clothing. We are going to begin to train you to respect yourself using the material in this room." Robert said. Time for hard again, tempt her, and stand back watch the explosion.

It came, "Respect myself?" Sherri raged. "You need this assortment of perverted torture shit to get me to respect myself?" Shit she screamed as the warning tone sounded in her ear. She quickly lowered her head and became submissive. "Sorry Master, I forgot, damn, your slave forgot her place." she said trying to get the syntax right. 

"Sherri, these things are for exploration, exploring your limits." Robert told her in a kinder voice. 

"My Limits? Trying to see how big a dildo you can shove up me?" Sherri asked in frustrated rage.

"Slave, that is twice, if you mouth off again it's back to suspended agony, and this time I'll add a whipping to it, one you won't forget as quickly as the last one." Robert warned in a commanding, and threatening tone.

Sherri lowered her head, back to submissive, the confusion and lack of understanding she felt was tangible, and it was infuriating. "Yes Master, your slave is sorry." she said.

Robert considered for a moment, "I think ten lashes with the smallest riding crop would be proper given the two episodes and the proper contrition just demonstrated. The small crop stings, it doesn't hurt like the strap does." Robert told her.

Sherri raged at herself, Damn it, now he's going to fucking beat me again, thanks to my big fucking mouth. When am I going to learn to keep it closed. 

Robert watched her for a moment. "Slave, rise and go to the whip wall, take the smallest riding crop from it. If you bring it to me, it's ten with that one, if I have to go, it will be twenty with the largest, which is far more painful." A switch on the classic parents trick, go get the weapon I will use to beat you with. It was more psychologically corrective than just beating the child, or in this case the slave. 

Sherri hesitated, not wanting to go to the wall with the torture devices hung up neatly. She didn't want to hand him a whip, and she didn't want to get whipped. She definitely didn't want to get whipped twenty times with the most painful whip. She rose slowly and turned, her shirts which had been slashed open flapping, revealing her breasts, and she walked to the wall with tears in her eyes. She knew what a riding crop looked like, and had seen them on the wall while she hung there in agony. The only thing that didn't seem sinister was the music, a mix of new age, Celtic, and classical music that was very low, you had to strain to hear it clearly. Some sort of mood music she decided. 

Her hand shook as she reached out for the whip he had ordered her to get. She hesitated, as though it would burn her, and she touched it finally. Taking it down from it's pegs, she carried it in a limp hand towards him. 

"Stop" he demanded. "You are bringing it to your Master, you will hold it in both hands before you. You will carry it respectfully, because it belongs to your Master." he ordered. 

"Yes Master" she answered, afraid that she had upset him again. She held it parallel before her, and carried it to him and extending her arms, presented it to him. She didn't like doing it, but she figured the result of failure was more pain, and she didn't want any more pain. 

Robert then told her to kneel, which surprised her, she had been expecting to be told to lie across his lap, or bend over, or something. She knelt back to the Ready Position, and waited for the inevitable. 

At his command, she undid her belt, then the waist of her jeans, and pulled them with her underwear down to her knees. She was blushing bright red as she bent forward, and placed her elbows on the floor. She had no choice she kept telling herself, he would beat her more if she resisted, best to comply and go along. He had her move her elbows closer to her knees, placing her in what she knew was a very lewd and degrading position. 

"Now slave, when I strike you, you will count, and it will go like this 'one Master, two Master' and so on, do you understand?" he asked her. 

Yes, she understood, she understood that she was utterly humiliated and degraded. "Yes Master" came in a small voice that was hers, but not hers.

She waited and the first one flicked out and stung her, she jumped slightly. It stung, but didn't hurt, not like the last whipping she had received. She counted "One Master, Two Master" The second blow had been on the opposite cheek. Now, she was surprised again, as Robert rubbed her ass slightly, gently, as if rubbing the sting away. The sting turned to warmth, a gentle warming that seemed to glow. Three and four, and then another gentle caress. Five and six, and the caress, but the combined warmth was starting to warm something else, she realized. "I'm not going to get aroused, I am not going to enjoy this" she thought. Her little voice, still shrill like her Grandmother, raged in her mind "You are a dirty little slut, and that is all you will ever be." Sherri felt shame as seven and eight added to the warmth when followed by the caress. Nine and ten were delivered, and followed by the same caress. Not sexual, he didn't linger, he just gave a gentle caress, and then returned to the whip. Sherri knew in her heart that her Grandmother was right, she was a dirty little slut, because she was getting aroused.

Robert returned to his chair, and instructed his slave to rise to her knees, return her clothing to where it belonged, put the whip back where it belonged, and then return to the ready position when complete.

Sherri gratefully pulled her underwear and pants up, trying to get some dignity back, and trying to hide her arousal. She felt that if he knew she enjoyed it, he would whip her all weekend, and she didn't want that, she didn't want to be whipped, and she didn't want to enjoy it. She was confused, and needed time to think. 

Robert could see she was confused, it was the same in every shock treatment orientation, and it was important to keep them exhausted, and keep them off balance he knew. Glancing at his watch, four hours to dinner, time for the tour, and then time for a punishment, and then time for her to follow her first order without him in attendance to observe. 

"Are you ready for your tour Slave?" he asked her.

"Yes Master" she replied, determined to control her mouth, determined to keep him from whipping her again. 

"Good rise and follow me." he said rising from his Throne. He walked to the far right wall, where the nipple and breast items were stored. He began to describe them, naming many and telling her that they would be used when she was ready, or demanded they be used. Sherri bit her tongue and remained silent except for answering his questions like "Do you understand" with the requisite Yes Master.

She was shocked at the collars, there were thin ones, wide ones, a space where her current collar, the shock collar was to be returned to, some velvet choker things, and one Robert promised to use this weekend he called a posture collar. Sherri remained silent, but in shock more than determination. The bindings were next, and Robert took what appeared to be a bracelet sized jewelers box from the shelf. He held it in his right hand and gestured to the chains, spreader bars, and other items which were to be used when she was "ready". What the fuck that meant she didn't know. The other items included whips and paddles, and long leather straps called "slappers", confused her. There was a rough piece of metal which caught her eye, it wasn't polished or smooth like the rest of the spreader bars, and had a loop at one end which is what it hung by. Sherri pointed to it and trying to play along asked what that was. 

Robert looked and sighed "This is a device which you may not ask for during the two years of your enforced servitude." he said taking it from the wall and handing it to her. "I may not coerce you into asking for it, nor may I trick you into asking for it, and it can only be used when a free slave, one who is here by choice, requests it." 

Sherri looked at it and suddenly recognized what it was. Oh my God, it's a branding iron. He wants to brand my ass with it. She looked at him in anger and was about to shout out when Robert suddenly moved covering her mouth with his hand and pinning her to him.

"Sherri, if I let you speak now, you will be punished for disrespect. I told you that you can't ask for it, and couldn't possibly have it for two years. Before you object to its presence, think about what I said. The punishment for this outburst will be worse because now you have had time to consider your words before you speak them. If you maintain a proper civil tongue in your mouth, you will not be punished." Robert said staring right into her eyes. 

Sherri considered, she didn't want to be beaten again, and he said it wouldn't be used while she was forced to be here, she took a breath and nodded. He was trying to keep from beating her ass anymore, why was he doing that?

Next were gags, the red ball she had screamed into was there, next to an assortment of others. Some with metal rings, bars, like horse bits she thought, and one with a hole running through, another with a metal bracket on front, and with a bit which she realized was supposed to go in her mouth, that looked like the head of a large rubber dildo. 

The horrors continued as he pointed out and explained the various dildos, vibrators, stimulators, and other "pleasure toys" as he referred to them. There were also two chastity belts, which frightened her.

The anal toys were next and her mind was on overload. The rest was bad, but these were terrifying. Robert explained that you start small, as with all things in nature, and see how far up the ladder you could go. Sherri stuck out a trembling hand and picked up a metal "anal jewelry plug" which had a ruby red glass stone on it, apparently when it was in position that was all that was visible. She stared in open mouthed horror and gave into her frustrated rage again.

"There is no way you are sticking this up my ass you fucking sick bastard." she screamed at him. Her vision blurred to the screaming of the shock collar and the now familiar sensation of pain and disorientation. Shit her dazed mind thought, I did it again, I had to open my fucking mouth. Her vision cleared to find herself leaning on the counter, and she knew she was royally screwed. If she had pissed him off, he would probably shove all those things up her ass at the same fucking time. 

Robert sent her to get the small crop, and this time gave her 12, with her pants around her knees, and her ass stuck up in the air. He could see it was getting to her, the combination of her internal desire, coupled with the pheromones, and the manipulation was getting to her. 

Sherri counted out the 12 lashes, and prayed he didn't notice her getting damp. Sherri was terrified he would find out she was getting aroused at this. Shit, was that why she couldn't keep her mouth closed? Was it possible that she actually did like this, that her Grandmother was right? Was she a dirty little slut? Sherri almost wept, and was grateful when they left the area with the toys. Robert showed her the dressing area, and then took her to the shower and toilet. 

"While in private, and that includes at your home, you will not close the door when in the bathroom. You will leave it open at all times. You are not authorized to close the door except in public, where I grant you that privilege." Robert told her.

Sherri felt shame and embarrassment rise in her. She needed to use the toilet now, and the urge was nearly overpowering. Robert saw her wrestling with the idea.

"The Japanese screen is place to give you a semblance of privacy, if you need to go now, merely ask and I will wait for you." Robert told her.

She decided if she didn't go now, she would surely wet herself. "Master, may I go now?" she asked in a small and humiliated voice. 

Robert nodded to her and stepped over to the sink. She stepped behind the screen which was only shoulder high, lower than even the stall dividers at work, and she dropped her pants and sat on the toilet, which appeared to have been recently cleaned she decided. She was blocked for a moment, unable to relieve herself with a man so close by, then nature did the rest, and she emptied her bladder. Sighing with relief, Sherri wiped, and then stood replacing her clothing. She had tucked her sweatshirt into her pants after the first whipping and replaced it each time with subtle moves so it looked like an accident. He hadn't minded, or commented, or so it had seemed. She was desperate to cover herself, ashamed at her nakedness, and fearful of being gazed at in so much light. 

Robert watched her wash her hands, and then continued showing her the table, the stocks, and then the entertainment area. He explained that the DVD's were training tools. Sherri saw some wildlife documentaries. Some etiquette DVD's, and some simply labeled by numbers which she assumed he had made himself. The second shelf held the porno and she quickly moved on, hoping he wouldn't have her watching that filth. Somehow she knew he would, but later was better than now, she was still wrestling with her strange reaction to the whipping. 

Robert glanced at his watch, just over two hours until he hoped to eat dinner, although he could shift that forward or back as needed. He sat on the couch and told Sherri to take the ready position on the carpet. She did so quickly, although obviously stiffly from her bruises and tight muscles. She was trying he saw, trying to please him, to obey, and to comply. No he corrected himself she was trying to do the minimum to avoid punishment. 

Robert then returned to the subject of her sexual experience. She told him about her four boyfriends, she had only four she assured him. Robert believed her, and resolved to plumb the depths of that subject later. 

"Slave, you are doing so very well, I am very pleased. Originally this morning I had planned on giving you a workout to do, I believe that physical fitness is key to health, happiness, and sexual pleasure. I have decided that you will exercise daily, normally right after you wake up in the morning." he told her seeing the eye roll. She hated to work out he suspected, and that would be about right. "Would you like to work out now? We will begin your workouts with a simple stretching and flexibility exercise, and then I would like you to watch a training video to see what I want from you in the future." Robert concluded. 

Sherri didn't want to watch a training video. She didn't want to work out, she wasn't sure what she wanted, but the unknown was worse she was certain. She really didn't want to be strung up and suspended and tortured anymore, and she hoped he didn't hit the damn button and cause this collar to shock her ass silly again. She decided, do the motions on the workout, just pretend to go along, and then sit and watch his fucking porno movie, and then do whatever until he is satisfied. Sherri said "Master, if you want me to exercise, I (a pause as she remembered the forbidden I rule) sorry, your slave, will do the exercise." She braced herself for the collars shock and looked up to see him nodding slowly. 

"Very good slave, come with me." He led her back to the changing area, and handed her a leotard or similar such thing. It was apparently meant for an 11 year old however, it was very small, with large leg holes. 

Sherri looked at it and grimaced. If she could get this on, it would be so fucking tight and far up her ass it would probably be wiping her liver. She looked around for somewhere to change out of view. 

"Problem slave?" Robert asked.

"No Master, just wondering where you want me to change is all?" she asked then braced for using the "me".

"Right here, you have five minutes and then the video starts, if you are not there working out, you will be punished, if you don't exercise, you will be punished. If when the exercises are over, you aren't in the ready position and watching the training film, you will be punished. After the training film, you are to come back here, shower, and dry, and get dressed for dinner." Robert told her quickly. "Your dinner clothing, if you haven't lost that to your useless resistance, will be waiting for you." He then took one step back and waited.

Sherri blushed deep red, and began to remove her torn clothing from her upper body. She reached for her slit sweatshirt and T-Shirt, and Bra in her hands. This was humiliating. She had been naked with her last couple boyfriends, but never in the light, no man had ever seen her in the light. Well, a couple doctors, but that didn't count. Her mind raged at this and she grew defiant. Even as part of her mind warned her she suddenly threw off the cut and torn clothing covering her upper body, and staring at him asked "Satisfied?"

There was no warning tone, no alarm tone, no sizzle, Robert leapt forward and grabbed her by the hair. She had started to raise her hands to try and block the blow she imagined was aimed at her face. Instead she found herself taken to the ground with her hair being tugged out by the roots. She cried and screamed in pain and shock. She reached up to try and free her hair. 

"Put your hands behind your back Slave." Robert said in a commanding and apparently very angry tone.

Sherri hesitated only a moment, and then put her hands behind her back, the grip on the hair relaxed a bit, and some of the pain subsided. 

"Let's get this clear Slave, since you apparently need things spelled out. You have a couple choices here, you can choose to have your hide blistered off you every fucking day until the two years is up, or you can choose the easy path, obey me, open your mind, and listen and consider what I have to say." Robert didn't soften his tone. "You need to choose soon, I tire of this constant back and forth Sherri. One moment it's "I'll be good, please don't hurt me" and then the next it's fuck you or something else I would expect from a petulant schoolgirl." 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 03



"Yes Master, your slave will try harder." Sherri said with tears rolling down her cheeks. What was this nonsense? The easy path, what about this was easy?

Robert released her hair and said "Stand up." 

Sherri stood up quickly, and rubbed her head where her hair had been so close to being torn out. She stood submissively and covered her breasts with one arm. 

"Hands at your sides Slave." Robert commanded, and was gratified to see her immediately mover her hands.

"Now, I was about to say I kind of like those jeans, they appear well worn, and comfortable. Are they slave?" asked Robert

"Yes Master" Sherri said, confused. 

"Ok, when you take them off, put them in the hamper, and the rest of it goes in the trash." Robert pointed to the trashcan. 

"Yes Master, jeans in the hamper, rest in the trash." she said. 

She was really scared, her courage in the last episode had nearly cost her dearly, that was evident, she considered his commands as she undressed quickly, without covering anything lest she upset him again, and put the items where instructed. She hesitated with her shoes, they were Nike's, and very comfortable. Turning towards him, but keeping her head down, she asked "Master, may your slave keep her shoes?" 

"No, you will find other shoes available here." Robert replied.

Sherri quickly tossed the shoes away and turned to the workout leotard. She started to put it on, got it halfway up her legs before realizing she didn't have it on right, it was backwards. 

She looked up and Robert was shaking his head and frowning. 

Sherri blushed and tried to turn it around and Robert walked to the other side of the basement dungeon and sat on the couch, apparently deep in thought. 

Sherri got it on, and yes, it did stretch, but my God was it tight. She put on the workout shoes, which she was annoyed to find were better and as comfortable as her well worn Nike's were and they weren't even broken in yet. 

She hurried over to see him still considering, staring at the wall. She hesitated, she was supposed to be working out, so she stretched a little, he had said something about stretching. 

Robert finally spoke "Sherri, please join me on the couch, sit where you would like." 

Sherri hesitated again but she sat on the couch, about halfway between him and the opposite arm.

"Sherri, I have been considering, and we have a problem." Robert rubbed his neck for a moment and then continued. "I have been operating under the assumption that I could break your walls, your defiance, and so far I have failed. The reason is that your defiance and resolution are apparently much stronger than I suspected, although I should have seen it." He paused again, still thinking "I should have suspected it because you have been alone for five years. You are without friends, without someone to confide in."

Sherri gaped at him, how had he known that? "How do you know it's been five years?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"I studied you, and can tell you that it started within two weeks of your turning in the paper to your Constitutional Law Professor." He turned to face her. "That took guts by the way, it showed great insight, and I think you were absolutely correct. Your friends or so called friends, deserted you, after giving you a warning to keep your head down, or perhaps leave the school. Over the next two years you struggled against the flow, fighting the system the whole way, because you knew you were right. Then this job, which wasn't your dream by any stretch of the imagination, and still no friends, because you resent being here so much you can't relax enough to see any quality, presuming that there is some, around you."

Sherri stared at him, and then asked the obvious question. "How long have you been stalking me?"

Robert smiled, and then chuckled. "I never saw, nor heard of you until last Friday. I have seen you once since Saturday, when I admit I was watching from a camouflaged position, to take a video of you walking to lunch." 

"How did you find out about law school?" she asked.

"I sent off a request for all your writings, and then sent a $5000 donation to the Alumni Association. They called the registrar for me to hurry the request up. The completed writings of one Ms. Sherri Samantha Chenowith arrived on Thursday and I have been reading them since." he told her.

"I could see your resolve harden, and erroneously believed it to be brittle too, but I was wrong, and apologize." He sighed, "I should have known that the metal you are made of would have become harder in the fire, not more brittle." 

She didn't believe him, couldn't believe him. "So you have been waiting for someone, or me, to come to this room?" she asked.

Robert laughed again and gestured around at the room, "I did this all in a week." he admitted. 

"What?" she asked him, "A week, that's impossible." 

Robert laughed, "Impossible, no just difficult. The new account your boss Carl is so happy about, was a move of mine, to set you up to shine like the star you are. However that is now going to fail. I need to remember to send Mike that case of whiskey I bet him." Robert frowned and continued. "This was going to help you, but with you resisting the whole way, every step of the way, unwilling to trust me in the least, it's all futile."

Sherri looked at him, he was lying, he had to be lying, this room in a week, no way. "Your lying, this room couldn't be done in a week, how long have you been stalking me."

Robert stood and went to the shelves that the computers rested on. He brought back an accordion folder, and a document box similar to what stationary is put in. He presented both to her. 

"The folder contains the receipts, the box the information I got from the law school registrar. Please note the dates of the items in question, and then ask if I could have faked all of that in a week too." Robert shook his head. "You won't trust even the easiest of truths to prove until you examine each one, so gaining your trust is impossible. It wouldn't have mattered how I managed to arrange it." 

Sherri glanced at the receipts, then looked closer, and examined each one in turn, going faster the further down the pile she went. She then went to the documents box, and looked. He even had a copy of her rejected article to the Law Review. The letter from the registrar on law school letterhead was dated this past week, the letter said that the registrar hoped that he found it useful.

"This can't all be faked, but it's impossible." she said.

Robert laughed again, and told her "Impossible, I overpaid for most of this stuff" He chuckled "I told the electrician and carpenter and locksmith that I was going to store a dark ages collection that was very valuable." 

Sherri raised an eyebrow at that, Inquisition torture tools collection perhaps. 

"Sherri, I don't want to flail the skin off of you for the next two years, so I am at a loss what to do. You need to learn, to be exposed to certain people, and you need to get comfortable with yourself. Also we need to get that demon out of your head, so you can live your life happy." Robert told her. "This was the best I could come up with, and it was doomed before it started."

Sherri looked at him, and saw only genuine regret, and emotion. He wasn't insane, he was sorry he had failed her. It didn't make sense, he was a sadistic lunatic, well perhaps sadistic, but no, he didn't want to torture her for the next two years. "I don't understand" she told him truthfully.

"You realize that is the first true thing you have said voluntarily since you came down here?" he asked her smiling. He continued. "Sherri, someone fucked your mind up and you have been paying for it ever since. I doubt that it was one person, probably many people." He waved an arm at the room "This is only pleasurable if you trust your partner, but you are incapable of trusting anyone, so it will not work. Domination is about symbiosis, a lifestyle of trust and faith." he shook his head again, "However without trust, it won't work. Even the simplest tests you ignored, failed, or refused." He frowned "I can make you go through the motions, but you will never learn, and the demon in you will maintain control forever." 

He looked at her, into her eyes. "I am sorry, but this is going to fail. I can't silence the demon." 

"What demon are you talking about?" she asked.

"Who ever told you that the pussy is ugly, is dirty, because they found you playing with it once. You were probably about 9 years old, and they never let you forget it." Robert told her simply.

Sherri gaped at him, no one knew that, no one but her sister, who wouldn't talk about it ever, her Grandmother, who was dead, and couldn't talk. "How did you find that out?" she asked.

Robert laughed again "That was the easy part, everybody discovers their own body at about 10 years old or so, and most of them get caught. The thing with you was the hair, you didn't even trim it. That means the shock of being discovered was hammered home in a extremely vicious manner, far more vicious than I am capable of being towards you." He sighed, "Probably not your mother, but someone, an aunt perhaps, or grandparent." he paused narrowing his eyes, thinking again. "Grandparent right?" he asked her.

Sherri just looked stunned. She made no motion to answer him. 

Robert nodded again, "It was my mother, she told me to stop that and slapped my hands when I wiggled it around. It was like one day, it was suddenly there." 

Sherri smiled at that thought, and giggled a bit. She then got serious. "No one told you, how did you know?"

"Sherri, your writings are passionate, even at the end, even when you have taken ridicule and derision for two years, your writings are still passionate. You try to be cheerful, which is why you chose the yellow car, but it's failing, and you know it." Robert gazed into her eyes "I have studied you for a week, and other than this, I can't think of a thing to help you." 

Sherri continued looking at him. Trying to understand. "You said you sent the new client, how did you do that?" 

Robert shook his head. "I told you I wouldn't lie, and I won't, I own stock in Cenotaph, and know the board and the corporate council. I pulled a dozen strings to get your firm this test file, and knew that if I could break down your walls, get to your core, you would be successful. If I could show you a path of trust, at least in yourself, and one other person, then you would have the confidence to beat the file sent you. Right now, I am willing to bet you go through the motions at work too" Robert said looking at her again. His eyes revealed a sadness that Sherri hadn't seen in him before. He then looked back at the walls. "You are probably miserable, and eat alone every day because you hate where you are, and hate what you are doing. A slave takes pride in everything she does, no task is too little, nothing beneath her. She serves the Master, and reflects that sense of honor and pride in her service. If I was very lucky and took you that far, which is doubtful, then you would crack that file wide open, and I would bet find a new twist too." 

"So the purpose of all of this is to turn me into some sort of masochistic Stepford wife?" she asked.

Robert laughed and said, "No, not really, but in a way, I suppose yes. You would learn to be submissive here, to me alone, and to show confidence to the entire world because you are submissive to one and one alone."

Sherri didn't know what to think. It was impossible to think he had done this all in a week, but it was there. She looked at the receipts again, trying to find something to prove her right, that it was a lie. "You're a sadist right?" 

Robert laughed. "No I was fortunate enough to be trained as a Dominant some years ago, great education I might add."

Sherri looked at him askance. "Great education? Learning how to whip someone better?" 

Robert shook his head. "Introduction, orientation, but not anything that scars. There can be no scars when a trained Dom does the work. Education on female anatomy, for example, did you know there are 32 erogenous zones on the female form? Normally there are a few that are personal quirks, but always there are 32 which when played by a Master" he bowed his head slightly "can bring a woman to a height of ecstasy she has never dreamed of." Robert shook his head. "You could use some pleasure, you are the tensest person I have ever met." 

Sherri certainly didn't believe this. "Bullshit, you are making that up. There isn't any such number, and I am not that tense." 

"Sherri, if I told you the sun rose in the east, you would be out there at dawn with ten compasses to prove that it didn't." Robert told her. "That is why we will never make any progress." 

Sherri felt her face flush, she wasn't that bad, was she? "I don't understand, are we quitting?" she asked.

"No, we are changing course, the education and introductions will have to wait." he shook his head "It will put you very behind in your career, but it can't be helped. Those whips are for pleasure, and I won't use them for torture, OK, the initial orientation, a bit more pain, but after that, pleasure only. You would require me to beat you half to death every day for the next two years, and I won't do it." Robert told her. 

"Sherri, if I wanted to fuck you, we would have been doing it by now" Robert told her astonished face. "If that was all I wanted, it would have been a breeze, I could tell you to stop by everyday after work and blow me, but it wouldn't solve your problems. It won't quiet the demon, it would make it worse, and I don't want to make the demon any stronger." 

Sherri looked at him. She didn't understand, all day he had been torturing her, and at the same time he claimed to be trying to help her. "Why all of this if you wanted to help me?" 

"Sherri, these implements are intimidating, and when your Master assures you that nothing will happen until you are ready, you should trust him. You don't. You are waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for me to betray you as your friends did in college, waiting for me to stick you in a shit hole like the one you are in." Robert paused considering. "I'm going to tell you what we are going to do for the next two years. We're going to drop the toys" he gestured back at the area with the throne "and move on to the other things. They are superficial, and don't address the core problem, but perhaps you can do some of that yourself." His frown grew more serious "I don't know, it's tricky and it's been a long time in festering."

He sighed and said "New rules, you wear the clothing I tell you to, no sex, not until you are ready, if you ever are. I am not a rapist either. No kissing, You try and behave as though you are a lady, and we work on your etiquette and confidence without the trust." He smiled slightly as though admitting it was nearly impossible. "Perhaps you will gain confidence when you trust me a little." He continued "I will pay off your house this next week, and you can put the money you would have spent on the house payment in savings, I know a couple good CD's right now, so you can get decent interest. I will, with your permission, also move your stuff into storage, and you can rent out the house and bank that part too. Everything here is paid for. Your clothing, and other needs are paid for guaranteed for the next two years. You will have a private room, a safe room I will not enter unless invited. Granted, I don't see that happening anytime in the next two years, unless you decide your soul needs a good looking at, and see that you want to trust someone again." 

Robert wondered for a moment, and then asked her "Is that agreeable?"

"This Inquisition like torture is intended to give me confidence? That's insane."

Robert shook his head. "Sherri, have you ever seen a General? They walk into the room like they own it, because they are confident. People defer to them not because they are Generals, but because they exude confidence. That confidence, like the pride and self assuredness I was hoping to place in you comes only from enduring a difficulty that most don't. In other words, a Soldier stands tall because he is proud, proud to have survived the training, to have conquered the training. The General stands taller, he has conquered the career." 

Sherri considered, wear what he tells her, safe room, banking money instead of suffering through for the next couple years. "what kind of clothing?" she asked.

He laughed "I said act like a lady, do you do that includes miniskirts and halter tops?" 

Sherri blushed, and shook her head no. 

"Sherri, I don't know what happened, and one day, perhaps you will do me the honor of talking to me about it, and I can tell you it will go far in silencing the demon, however I won't insist you give me anything, I won't take anything from you. I haven't and won't OK?" Robert told her in obvious sincerity. 

Sherri considered that, he hadn't penetrated her, he hadn't forced her to suck a cock, or anything else. He bragged about his prowess, all men did, 32 erogenous zones? He had to be lying right?

She nodded her consent, and then said, "OK, I'll agree. Where do we begin?" 

Robert sighed. "The hardest part for you my dear, you have got to take a weed eater to that bush of yours. It's the 21st Century, and you look like you are posing for 19th Century Victorian porn." Robert told her. 

"Take a shower, you will find clothing, acceptable for a lawyer and a lady, hanging up and on the shelves. There are all the hygiene items you will need, including an excellent electric razor just for women." he paused and then continued. "Sherri, that is the portal of life, all life is beautiful, all life is wonderful, and to hide it behind that bush means you think it's ugly and disgraceful. How can the portal of life be anything but beautiful?" he asked her.

Sherri blushed more deeply. The portal of life, she looked down and saw a great deal of hair pushing out of her skimpy workout outfit. Well, ok, babies came from there, but beautiful? Was it beautiful to this man? Was he lying to her? When would he betray her, or would he? He had saved her ass already, and given her an outstanding car, could she trust him? "Yes Master" she replied.

Robert sighed, "I would like to keep using those words, but it would mean that we keep pushing your limits, but right now, I figure we have hit a major wall, and that is a problem." he said.

Rising he waved to the shower and clothing. "After dinner, we can move some of this stuff upstairs, you will find everything you need here Sherri." he then went up the stairs, and out into the kitchen. It was time for the next phase. It was time to win her trust, he had gone far with the discussion he had just had, and now it was time to open her eyes the rest of the way. 

He waited forty minutes and then went back down, stopping on the stairs he said "Sherri, I'm coming down." and then proceeded the rest of the way. 

Sherri was dressed, and he assumed shaved, in a white silk blouse, all of them were silk or silk blends Sherri had discovered, and a black pair of pants. There were several different shoes, all with 3 or four inch heels, she had chosen the 3 inch he noticed. A pair of designer slacks, not jeans. Sherri realized as she looked at the clothing that it was what he had asked her to wear Saturday morning. Look nice he had said. He had specifically mentioned a pantsuit as an option. She wondered if she would have been whipped like that if she had just done what he asked.

Robert nodded and then pointed "A lady always checks her lipstick, at every opportunity. There is some very good color's selected for you." 

Sherri looked and saw three tubes of lipstick on the makeup shelf, and then taking one assuming it was slut red, was surprised to find it was a dark maroon. Of course she found it was an excellent brand, one of those upper end brands. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 04



Part 04: Acceptance

This is a work of fiction, the names used are fictional. Any relation to any person, real or imagined, living or dead, is purely unintentional and accidental.

*

Sherri awoke to a tapping on her door, light, polite, but present. Sherri upon waking thought to herself Robert, it was Robert. There was no sense of confusion, that normally accompanies a night in a strange bed, in a strange place, she was instantly aware of who she was, where she was, and him. The clock said 6:30 and he was at her door. She answered the tapping "Yes?" 

"I'm afraid it's time to get up and exercise. I'm rather insistent about it I'm afraid, the workout gear is outside the door, please put it on and come down to the kitchen, we can exercise, and begin our day. 

Sherri rose and first went to the bathroom, she was humiliated, wearing his shirt, she had masturbated like a dirty little slut, and she hated herself for it. She then moved the chair, and then opened the door. Hanging on the frame was another of those leotard things, and on the floor were running shoes. Her limbs were stiff, and she had some light bruises on her legs and ass, she would have assumed she would be one big bruise, from yesterdays beatings. She put the clothing on, and then put the shirt back on over herself. She was still tired, but refreshed enough to be thinking and she was struggling to find a flaw in his logic. Could he deliver was the final question, could he make her feel complete? Could he release her passions, and most importantly, could he save her life from the dreary existence it had become? She was ready to explore her limits, whatever that meant, and she was ready to be moderately obedient. 

She went down to the kitchen and found him there, sipping coffee and watching the day brighten with the dawn. She took the coffee and then spoke saying "good morning, I wanted to ask you a couple questions, or I guess I wanted to tell you that should I take the bracelet, I don't want to be a whore, or a slut." 

Robert laughed again, he actually found her and her ideas amusing. "A whore is defined as a woman who does something sexual for money. You haven't done anything yet, and have a new car, student loans paid off, and your house note is to be paid off. If you're a whore, you're a very good one, have revolutionized the industry." he chuckled "A slut, again by definition is someone, not just a woman, who sleeps with many different people, and that is prohibited by our agreement. We won't see anyone else for the two years." Robert shook his head and sipped coffee. "You're a slave, and you do things because your Master wishes them done, and you do other things because it will please your Master." 

Sherri felt her mood lighten some, and that bothered her. "Isn't a slut someone who enjoys sex?" she asked him. 

He shook his head. "That answers the question of who told you that the vagina was dirty. Definitely a grandparent." he paused thinking while he drank more coffee "To answer your question, no. During your grandparents generation, they had sex once a month, perhaps if the moon was dark enough, in the blacked out bedroom, probably with blindfolds on. The woman was supposed to lie there and be used, and that is how they believed they were supposed to behave. A throwback to the Victorian age and if they enjoyed it even once, believed they were dirty and wanton." Robert frowned "they denied who they were, and denied their own passions, and they tried to pass it on to the next generation. That generation was beginning to experiment with drugs and other things to open their minds. They at least recognized that the minds were closed, and the women started to enjoy sex, sometimes. The men had always enjoyed it, but a vast majority of men couldn't find the clit much less an erogenous zone if you gave them a GPS to guide them." his voice took on a mocking quality and sounded vaguely like the female voice from her own GPS "Turn left at the knee, continue up the thigh, turn right, recalculating, make a U Turn, recalculating." 

Sherri laughed at this thought, remembering her last boyfriend and his fumbling attempts to finger her. He had hit everything but the fucking clit she had raged at the time, feeling dirty while he did bring her a small amount of arousal. 

Robert continued "The women were ready to enjoy sex, but the men were ill prepared to give pleasure to their mates, so the sex toy industry exploded." Robert glanced at his watch and then began to move "I have an exercise room on this floor, if you would like to join me." 

Sherri hesitated, considering what he had said, it was true she knew from classes in school, that what he said was true, and she realized that although she had known the history of her Grandmothers generation, she hadn't put it in context with her own upbringing. I'm not a slut she told herself for the first time in years, she was just a woman, who had some bad information shoved into her ear, daily she raged. Her Grandmothers voice was screaming at her in her mind, but it was losing volume. It was like a whisper from too far away, she knew it wasn't gone, but was diminished for now. He had done that, with words, explained away her fear like it was nothing in a few hours of discussion yesterday and today. 

Sherri looked up at him and saw him in a new light. She was ready to trust him, ready to forgive herself, and ready to submit. She looked and asked "May I have my bracelet Master?" 

Robert had watched the light bulb pop over her head. He looked at her, and then asked "Are you sure you want it?" 

Sherri nodded at him, and said "Yes Master." The words came naturally to her now, she wasn't fighting to say it, and although demeaning, it seemed somehow appropriate. 

"Before we do, I must know the answer to a couple questions Slave." Robert told her. "First, did you shave your legs?" he asked her.

Sherri blushed, but only slightly, knowing what he was asking. "Yes Master, as instructed, I shaved everything." 

Robert nodded, and then asked her "Did you pull your old panties out of the trash, or did you put on fresh from what I gave you?"

Sherri blushed again, this time deeper, and said "I put on the new g-string you gave me Master." she hesitated "It is a little strange, sort of uncomfortable Master." 

He nodded, "I am sure this weekend has been more than a little strange and uncomfortable." He stepped away, towards the dining room, where Sherri was surprised to see the dishes were gone, and then realized he had cleaned while she lay in bed, and was a little ashamed. She saw him take the bracelet, and turn to her. 

"Approach me and kneel my Slave." he told her, not commanding her, more as though in a conversational tone. 

Sherri did as requested, she realized it was a request, and felt good doing it.

"Slave, do you swear to obey me? Do you swear to try and allow us to explore your limits?"

"Yes Master" she replied without hesitation. 

Robert placed the bracelet on her wrist, and then inserted the screw. He tightened it and she saw the allen wrench bend a little as he put the last torque to the screw. It was now securely home. So was she was a thought that leapt to her mind, and was a little shocked by it. She was home. 

She looked up at him, hoping he would take her now, and afraid that he would take her now. He took her hand, and they went to the exercise room, where she found a TV waiting to play the stretching video from yesterday. She was relieved, and disappointed. She had kind of expected to be getting the fucking of the century now, but she focused on the video, and tried to do what she saw the woman on screen do. Robert in the mean time, had begun doing push ups, and Sherri glanced at the clock and saw he was still doing them 3 minutes later, almost like he was a machine, pumping away easily. He stopped in another minute, and then went to a bar suspended above his head, He began doing pull ups, with his hands facing away, arms spread, and she saw his muscles flex beneath his t-shirt. She saw his arms tighten and his biceps flex as he pulled himself steadily up and down. He did it easily, like the nearly 200 lbs of his frame were only a feather. He then reversed his hands and put them palm towards him. Now his hands were closer together, and he pulled up and down again, more bicep she noted, and saw cords start to stand out on them. The vein was being pushed to the surface by the swelling and straining muscle she realized. He was in good shape. She continued her own exercises while he dropped to the ground, and then shaking his arms for a moment, went and began doing dips on a set of bars designed for them. Down and up, his Triceps she thought they were called, now got their turn to be exercised. He dipped down, and then rose with a smooth slow grace that astounded her. Her last boyfriend school hadn't been fat, but was thin and stringy and a weakling compared to Robert. He wasn't bodybuilder huge, more like a swimmer, long muscles coupled with great definition of someone who works out for fitness, not for bulk. He exercised because he liked it, not to impress anyone, just because he wanted to.

While Robert exercised, he thought. He had expected her to ask for the bracelet after breakfast, but she was now impressed with him, and his knowledge, insight, and wisdom. She wanted this, and now she would begin to learn. Beat them, humiliate them, go soft, then hard, then soft, and then explain to them what you are doing and why, and they will walk the path with you. 

Sherri's video finished and then Robert stood and frowned. She waited for another couple moments and then asked "What do we do now?" 

"That is what I am considering. The day will be wasted if you panic and rebel from my first instruction, so I am trying to figure out what we can and can't do." he said. "I considered it while exercising, and am convinced that a light day, very light instruction and light discipline will probably not panic you too much, however I am hung at a problem." he admitted. "The slave normally washes her Master, in the shower, before washing herself. However as foolishly self conscious as you are about your body, you may start to panic, and that would mean another day of the useless discipline and rebellion routine." Perhaps we can do something along those lines." he told her. "If you feel uncomfortable, deal with it, and focus on your duty to your Master. If you feel panic, real panic setting in, excuse yourself, and finish your personal routine in your room, and I will not pursue or berate you. You must try to finish this exercise though, it's important that you understand that I don't think you have the flaws you see in yourself. I see only your beauty and your assets." 

Sherri blushed and was nearly in a panic anyway. She was going to be naked in a shower with a man, she had never done that, and she was going to wash a man. Again a first for her. She would be naked before him and water would be dripping down. Sherri forced the thought from her mind, relaxing herself, and said "Yes Master, I will try to please you." 

"In the genuine attempt to do as I ask, I am already pleased." he told her.

He then excused himself, and went to the basement door, he fingered the lock and opened it, disappearing down to the basement. In a minute he was back with clothing and shoes for her. "I know you are still intimidated by that room, so we will go to my room. If you get frightened, then take these" he held up the clothing "and go to your own room, and finish there OK?" 

She nodded, unwilling to trust her voice. 

Robert took her upstairs, and into his room. Sherri saw it was dark Cherry furniture, and thought it suited him. He was dark, but pleasant, perhaps comfortable, but at the same time, somewhat hard, like Cherry wood. 

She followed him into his bathroom, and saw it was larger than her own. His tub had a Jacuzzi feature which hers didn't, and she wondered how many women he had in that tub, getting their 32 zones strummed. His shower was big, larger than the one downstairs, which could easily handle two people. His had a good showerhead, with the hose and massage thingy, and the en vogue sprayers set at corners. He put her clothing on the counter, and then Robert activated the shower, checked the temp and then made a small adjustment. He stopped, and then turned to face her. 

Sherri hesitated, unsure what to do, and waited. She felt very uncomfortable, and desperately wanted to take the clothing he had laid out and run to her room, barricading the door and hiding under the bed. She stood frozen and waited to be told what to do, fighting the urge to run. 

Robert watched her and then said. "First, undress your Master, then yourself, then join me in the shower to wash your Master." he told her, again not in a commanding tone, but instead as thought it were just a conversation, the weather is nice. 

Sherri hesitated, and felt the weight of the bracelet, she moved forward, anxious, and frightened, and pulled his shirt up and over his head. He co-operated, and she dropped his shirt into the hamper. She then knelt before him and removed his running shoes. She reached up to the waist band of his sweat pants, and tugged, but they remained firmly on his hips. Shit, she thought, they are tied. She found the knot at the waist band, and tugged it free. She then was able to remove the sweat pants, and she laid them aside. He was now obviously clad only in a pair of spandex shorts, which fit him like a second skin. They were tight enough she could see what religion he was, he was obviously circumcised, and it hung to the left, strapped to his leg by the spandex. Sherri suddenly felt very vulnerable in her leotard, his shirt had been left behind downstairs, and she knew that only two thin pieces of cloth very thin she noted, separated them, and she was about to remove half of the material.

She reached up, her hands trembling, and she tugged the shorts down, and off of him. She stared at it, it was there, right before her eyes, and she was simultaneously horrified and aroused. It looked huge from this vantage point, but also enticing. It wasn't erect, but it was simply there. 

Robert told her "Good so far my slave, I am very pleased with your effort, and know how difficult this is for you. Please join me in the shower." and then he turned and got into the shower. 

Sherri shook herself back to some semblance of composure, and stripped her own clothing, all three pieces, including two shoes, off. She looked down at her own shaved pubic area, and realized his was trimmed too. There hadn't been any hair on his testicles. He had trimmed himself? Probably told himself that this was the delivery system for the portal of life or something she grinned to herself. 

She joined him in the shower and found him standing with his back towards her, his arms resting on the walls, and he was leaning slightly. She found the soap, a nice body wash, same as she had seen in her bathroom, and the washcloth, and put the two together. 

She turned and started on his left shoulder, and suddenly stopped. There was a long ragged scar on his right shoulder running from beneath his armpit to about where his spine was. How had he gotten that she wondered. She went back to work and soaped his back working down towards his waist when she discovered an additional scar, small and circular, on his back. It was on the left, where his flank would be, his love handles if he had any. The scar was about two inches across, and she wondered what would do that, then she realized what did that. He had been shot. That was the scar of a bullet hitting through him. She grew pale at the thought, and looked at his head. He waited for her to finish, and she went to work on his legs in turn. Then with nothing left, she hesitated again, feeling degraded, and washed his ass. She saw him nod slightly, and then turn around. Since she had knelt to wash his legs she was once again at eye level with his pecker. 

She jumped to her feet and started high again washing across his chest and shoulders. She did his arms and down his abdomen. He didn't have the six pack, but it was obviously flat, and muscled. He had a slightly smaller scar on the front, apparently the bullet passed through him. He wasn't a body builder, but he was in great shape, and she had a sudden and unexpected image of her legs wrapped around him, his arms holding her up, and his pecker in her. Her suspended on his dick as it were. She forced the image aside and then knelt focusing on his legs, she washed the left leg twice, building her courage to wash it next. She looked at it amazed, having never just looked at one before. She wasn't a virgin, but she was inexperienced, and was amazed at it. It just hung there, like a serpent asleep and patiently awaiting it's next victim. Her, she was to be it's next victim she realized. It twitched slightly and she washed it quickly and then stood up. Robert had taken shampoo and was washing his hair. He rinsed himself off quickly, and then stepped out of the shower leaving her there, relieved, and disappointed. Damn she thought, and blushed at the thought. 

She washed herself, washed and conditioned her hair, about the only thing she did do to her hair, and considered using the shower massage on parts of her, but decided to follow him instead. After a final rinse in the delicious massager, she hopped out of the shower, and found another of the giant fluffy towels that she had found downstairs. She felt like she was drying herself in a luxury hotel. There was a hairdryer set out, and brushes and combs laid out, obviously by him, for her. 

Sherri started to work on her hair and heard his voice from the bedroom. "You will wear the clothing on the right, leave the ones on the left alone for now, and come downstairs when you are ready." 

Sheri dried her hair, and then looked at the clothing he had left, and saw the pants and shirt were neatly folded on the left, she examined them, and saw they were a pair of good khaki pants, and a polo styled shirt of the kind she favored. On the right, was a silken undershirt, some sort of silk and satin blend, in white, and a thong. She grimaced as she saw another item, a leather collar, not the shock collar she saw with relief, but a collar just the same. She put the thong on, and marveled at the feel of the silk and satin blend, it was smooth and comfortable. She followed with the undershirt, and then looked at the collar. It had three metal rings on it, like the kind you hook a leash to, and she wondered what was in store for those. He had said a light day, and she hoped that meant no lashes with the large leather strap, she put the collar on and checked herself in the mirror. She was standing in underwear, in a mans bathroom, wearing a collar around her neck. She looked at the shoes he had brought, 3 inch stiletto heel sandals, with an ankle strap. Shit she thought as she identified them as Slut shoes. "A slut by definition is someone who fucks many different people, you will not be with anyone while you are with me." rang through her head. OK, not slut shoes, but not really like she tended to wear either. She usually wore flats, and the heels were difficult for her to stand and walk in. She liked her cute little flats, and had one pair of dressy heels, ok, one inch heels, but still heels. She never wore them growing up and couldn't afford to dress up in college, or law school. Sherri sat on the chair in the dressing area, and put them over her feet, and standing wobbled a bit. 

Looking in the mirror, she looked like a slut is supposed to. White thong, just barely visible beneath the undershirt. Collar around her neck, like a slave is apparently supposed to wear, and high heeled shoes with slut straps. Sherri blushed, and walked out, thinking she was done. She had missed it, Robert had placed it on the counter, but she had been distracted by the collar and shoes. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 04



She worked her way down the stairs, a bit better than yesterday, but not well yet. She didn't have the practice to walk gracefully, and she looked drunk working her way down the stairs in heels. She imagined herself appearing like a drunken slut working down the stairs half dressed. She held the handrail with one hand, the other on the opposite wall as she went down. 

Robert glanced at her as she walked into the kitchen, and then stopped cutting the fruit he was slicing up, and looked at her again. He nodded and said. "Good slave, you have worn the collar without complaint, and the other clothing was left upstairs as directed. I am pleased with that, however you have forgotten the lipstick I told you a lady always wears and checks. There was a tube in the bathroom." 

Sherri's hand flew to her mouth as she remembered suddenly she was supposed to wear it. "Shit" she said automatically. She turned to go back upstairs in the fucking slut heels when his voice stopped her. 

"I didn't tell you to go anywhere did I Slave?" 

She turned back and bowed her head "No Master, please, I'm sorry, and won't forget again." she said. 

He nodded and said "Ok, we'll forget it this time, you are forgiven. There shall be no punishment in appreciation of your other accomplishments, for which I am very pleased. Now,if you would please assist me in preparing our breakfast." 

Sherri stepped forward, and he gave her the chore of putting four muffins from a box, one banana, and three blueberry muffins from some bakery or another, and putting them on a plate. She did, and then put the plate on the table in the kitchen. She then put silverware and glasses on the table. Surprising her again, he instructed her to get the small bottle of Champagne out of the fridge. She looked and found a small bottle of California sparkling wine. Iron Horse she saw, and had never tried it. 

She placed the bottle before the spot she knew would be his. She was to sit on his right, and she was happy to be close, instead of on the other side of the table. 

Robert placed a bowl of sliced fruit and invited her to sit. He told her "In view of your accomplishments today, you are allowed to eat anything you want, and drink one glass of champagne with me. Iron horse isn't a trendy or expensive champagne, but I am fond of it anyway. As you stay with me, you will learn I don't do what others think is the best, I do what I think is the best." 

Sherri tried the Champagne, and thought it very good, and told him. She sipped the sparkling wine, and had another cup of coffee with Breakfast. She liked it, fruit, muffins, butter and honey for the taking, and when they were done they stared at the Banana muffin. It was all that was left. 

Robert said "I buy them, or I should say Suzanne buys them, but I never eat them, I like bananas, but hate banana bread, or banana muffins. I can't seem to convince Suzanne that they are unwelcome on my plate. Perhaps if she was a slave, I could get her to understand I don't like them?" 

Sherri giggled and covered her mouth. He couldn't convince his cook he didn't like banana bread or muffins. That was funny. 

Robert shook his head and asked if she had any questions. 

"Yes Master, I do, I have asked about you several times, and you never answer. You answer a question, but never the question. I am your slave, and you seem to know everything about me, and have told me nothing about you. I want to know everything, especially how you got those scars, when you were shot. " she said.

Robert nodded and said "Yes, I have avoided discussions about me, and that is because it's a long story, and despite your best efforts, you will require proof. I have some, but you won't believe it until you see the proof. If I may ask your indulgence for a little while longer, I will tell you everything after breakfast in my office, is that OK?" 

Sherri nodded, and thanked him. They cleaned up and put things in the dishwasher, and then she followed him tottering on her high heels upstairs. She followed to his office, and stood while he dialed a combination on a large safe. It looked like those gun safes you see in sporting goods ads, but was all one uniform dark gray without adornment. 

Robert didn't open the safe, he sat in a leather chair near it, and then gestured for her to kneel before him. He began to talk, and explain his life.

He was a second year college student at George Washington University, going for a Masters in Anthropology, specifically social Anthropology. With a strong minor in Biology for shits and giggles. He was doing OK, not great, no Cum Laude in his future, however not bad at all. He was working and living off his savings, money he got from the sale of his parents house and had split with his brother. They had died shortly after he started school, off on one of those kids out of the house vacations that parents took. Auto accident, tractor trailer brakes failed, probably never realized they were dead it happened so fast. He was in school and one stupid Saturday night, his life changed forever. "I was just mike to everyone, perhaps Mikey, but usually just Mike." he said.

"Not Robert? I thought your middle name was Louis." she said.

"It is, Robert Louis Mason. That is part of the story we will get to. You see, I wasn't born with this name, and have only had it for about 16 years now." He continued that that fateful Saturday, he went to a club, and took for the first time Ecstasy, or X which is now famous as the drug of choice for party animals. He was in the back room, the orgy room he admitted, no shame, just a statement of facts. He was there and part of it all, and then he got paranoid, really paranoid. It's a side effect of the drug wearing off, but he had to get out, had to leave, had to go home, and be safe, because here was major danger. He practically ran the whole way home, jumping at everything. The paranoia is intense you see. He was terrified, and knew only fear the whole night. Thankfully, it happened, or else he wouldn't be here now. 

An hour or so after he had run home, the club was raided by the DEA and local cops. "They were doing a major sting on the Ecstasy market in Baltimore, and he had missed being arrested by one lousy hour. It was worse, in the Orgy room, was an underage girl. Worse, she was out with her sisters ID, and had gotten by the doorman. She was the daughter of a congressman. She had snuck out, and was bouncing her little underage ass off on a college guy when the cops busted in. The light was poor in the room, I don't even remember her, I was really focused on this young blond there. She had dark brown hair you see."

"The Congressman is woken up in the middle of the night to be informed his daughter, youngest daughter I might add, is in jail, after being arrested in a night club on ecstasy and drunk. Oh, by the way, she was in an orgy room with about 30 others and was caught in the act of riding a college kid. The congressman blows his top, and demands that everyone in the club is brought up on statutory rape, adding to the delinquency of a minor, and providing drugs to a minor. Instead of hushing it up, he adds fuel to the fire, goes on TV demanding legislation to prevent this from happening to any other kids. He is a fool, and thankfully voted out of office the next term. However before that happens, everyone in the room is charged as he demands, Federal Prosecutors know who oversees them."

"I remember that, I was in Junior High, and remember that the girl wasn't much older than I was." Sherri said.

"I had left the country, already had my passport, and fled to France with every dime I could get my hands on. My life savings, just over $100,000 which I was planning on using for school, was in savings and CD's. I left with just over $5,000 from my checking. I wasn't rich, but I wasn't starving yet. That much money would have gotten me the Masters, however the PhD would have been a mother so I was working to supplement the savings. "

He sat back. "I left on a ship assuming that the cops would ignore shipping, I was right. They were looking for a suspect known only as Mike to those in the club, but I figured it was a matter of time before the Congressman had a full manhunt on for the perverted son of a bitch who had supposedly soiled his darling little girl. I traveled on a cargo ship and arrived at France. The port of Marseille as a matter of fact, and found a customs inspector waiting to tell me I wasn't welcome, since I had no travel visa. I explained that I wanted to join The foreign legion, and he relented, and called someone to help me. The next day, I explained my problem to a man in Paris, who left me in a room wondering if the legend were true, you could join the Legion, and in five years come out with a new identity, one backed by the French Government, an identity which no one was searching for. I signed a contract with Robert Louis Mason in the name blank, sighed Robert Louis Mason obviously, and then spent five years as a person without a home, a man without a country, and cannon fodder for the French Government."

"You see La Légion Étrangère is a National Mercenary group, commanded by French Officers, never Legionaries. Legionaries are never allowed over the rank of sergeant, and never allowed to be promoted to Corporal during their first tour."

"You speak French Fluently?" Sherri asked in College French.

"Yes, I speak, and read it at the level of a high school boy, but write at a much lower level." he replied in French. In English he said "If you like we can do the rest of this in French, but I prefer English."

She nodded, he had understood and spoken like a Frenchman would, not an American schooled in French by some language fool who never left the nation before. 

Robert continued. "For the next five years I was a virtual prisoner, somewhat like you, only I had about a 10% chance of dying. You see, the French treat the Legionaries as cannon fodder, no one cares if the criminals are killed, or maimed, except the legionaries. They care, but only so much. The motto if you know is "March or Die" which is not quite literally true, but essentially is the way they still do things. They teach you French, and if you don't learn fast enough they hit you in the head with a boot. You wear what they say, eat fair food, but not enough too often. You go and do things no one wants to hear about, and if you are successful, the French Army takes the credit and you get to bury your dead. The Doctors are rejects from the French Army, and thus not very good. Everything is second rate, about all anyone would do for a bunch of criminals who are hiding from justice."

"It was my third year, we were on patrol in French Guyana and we ran into a bunch of smugglers. I was being sloppy, something I should never have done, and when we were hit, my vest, which opened on the left side, was open, and I got shot once here. Robert tapped the spot she had seen. He then continued telling her about how he had dropped like a rock when shot, and rolled in pain, then the second shot hit the vest, and stopped. The third however which was arguably the worst, came in through the arm hole and grazed his back, held to the skin by the vest, and dropping lots of Kevlar into the wound."

"That was bad, because they were two days out, and no helicopters were able to come out, the rainy season is a mother on transportation. In the next two days, his fellow troops carried him back to the area camp, doing what they could for him, but the pain and fever from the infection were all his." Robert explained about the trip back, he had a vision, just a flash really, and it stuck with him for life. He tried to draw it, and was partially successful.

After recuperating which took two months because of the fever and infection he had trouble in shaking, they continued the mission, and took vacations as usual. "You only take vacation in France, your ID card does not allow you to leave the country on vacation, only on missions."

During the vacation ending his fourth year, his life changed again, he was in a bar with some of his mates, and he was thinking of the vision, he wasn't up singing and carrying on, he was just sitting sipping some beer, and thinking, watching. A woman approached him and looked at him for two minutes. He looked back, she was older than he, by at least 15 years. She told him that he would do, he was an acceptable candidate. Robert asked her for what was he being considered. She said her Master had given her a task, and Robert was the one candidate acceptable. Robert was to report at 9 the next morning at a villa outside of town, and be prepared to learn. "Learn what? I asked her, and her answer. How to love a woman."

Robert took the card with the address, and the woman passed through the back of the bar and disappeared. Robert pocketed the card, and considered the offer. He went to bed not sure what he would do, follow the instructions, or blow it off. He had two weeks and five days of vacation left, the only times he wasn't a soldier, or mercenary for France, and decided to let fate answer. If he woke early, he would go, if not, he would not go. He woke early, and went.

He arrived and found her there, on time. She was wearing a collar, and a leather outfit that was very revealing, and very strange to Robert. She explained her name was to be Lady K, and she was his instructor. Each year she taught one student, how to be a Master, and how to love a woman. The last year had no acceptable candidates, and the year before the student had failed to complete the training. The Master sent her out once a year to do this, and he was the first possible candidate in four days of watching that bar, as her Master had instructed. 

Robert listened and was amazed. She told him how to do everything, how to be what women always wanted, but never knew they wanted. She told him how to be the Master, and while he was forbidden to have sex with her, another slave would arrive when she informed the Master that a suitable candidate had been located. The other slave arrived two days later, with her head shaved and was to be known only as Bald Slave, and while she was the property of her Master, would follow my directions as required. "She would not call me Master, but Sir in respect to my position as trainee, above her, below Lady K, and well below her Master in her world view."

"I spent the next two weeks learning, learning how to be a Master, how to please a woman, and satisfy her needs. Lady K instructed, and the bald slave reported on how my whip felt, and how that could be improved. I learned about the 32 zones on a woman, and when finished, Lady K informed me I had passed her tests, and would be acceptable as a Master. The education was easily as brutal as my indoctrination into the Legion."

"After vacation I returned to my unit, and finished my time with the Legion, getting out, and paying my back French taxes, as is required, for the citizenship. Then I applied for a work visa in the United States, and moved here. I applied for citizenship and was accepted, as a Naturalized Citizen of the nation of my birth." Robert laughed at this. 

"I worked security, because people with good knowledge of two languages, and I was acceptably bilingual for them, are in high demand. We can answer the inevitable question 'where is the bath room' in two languages. Three if you count the Spanish I took in College."

"I was on my way to work one day when I bought one of those lottery tickets. I had stopped for gas and a coke, and bought the ticket on a whim. I won, more than $200 million on that ticket. I bought a security company, it was the only thing I knew anything about, and got my Private Investigators license in time. I bought other companies, and invested the rest. I bought this house, and settled here, always looking for my vision to find it. I don't do divorce, it's required certainly of the industry, but I avoid those cases. Basically I hire a manager to run things, and want to be notified only in case of emergency."

Sherri listened and couldn't believe it. It was a bad Hollywood script she decided. He had to be making it up. "you will require proof" rang in her mind but damn it, it was too strange to believe. 

"It's just not possible" she said "It is a story right? To pass the time?"

Robert laughed stood and opened the safe door, he reached inside, and pulled out a binder like the kind used for photo albums. He handed it to her. He smiled as she opened it and began reading the documents. The first one in French certified that Robert Mason had been a member of the Foreign Legion, and completed a term of service. From there the documents were what you expected. A Passport stamped void when he got his citizenship. Workers visas, and then it was there, from the Federal Court in Florida, near Disney World probably, The form that Sherri remembered from Law School. The certificate stating that Robert Louis Mason was a naturalized citizen of the United States, and entitled to all rights and privileges therein. 

Sherri looked up ashamed at her doubt, and ashamed she had doubted him at all. He couldn't have faked all this, couldn't possibly. 

"What about your college money?" she asked. 

"Still where it was when I left, probably still earning interest, and never to be touched again. I can't unless I admit my old identity, which wouldn't be a problem since the statute of limitations is long past. I have been a citizen for 11 years again, and haven't bothered about it." he told her.

Sherri considered. "What was the vision of?" she finally asked.

"Eyes, that is all I could see, my pathetic attempt at drawing them, in colored pencil, is on the final page." he told her. 

Sherri looked and saw the drawing of eyes, and felt a slight twinge of recognition, but nothing more than a slight twinge. They looked sort of familiar, but you couldn't say for sure. "Did you ever find anything about those eyes?" she asked

Robert asked her to see the date on the page. It was 15 years ago he told her. 

Sherri looked and saw the date, in French, and it matched his description of the date. 

Robert then turned to his computer, and brought up the web. He surfed to the website of the law firm she worked at, and brought up the members page. On that page, was her picture, and he brought it up. He isolated her eyes in a box, and then turned the screen to show her. It was her eyes. Sherri looked at the picture on the screen and the one in her hand. The left eye had that small green dot that her eye had on It's light brown almost hazel surface. She looked back and forth, and the angle was even the same. 

"You drew this 15 years ago?" she asked.

"Yes, 15 years ago, in the hospital." he replied. 

Sherri looked back and forth several times. It couldn't be, but there it was. He had drawn her eyes 15 years ago, before they had met, when she was still in school, Junior High. 

"This is impossible" she said. 

"I know, but there it is. The green dot fascinated me, I tried to figure out if it was a dream or something insane. I had decided some 10 years ago it was just an insane vision during a fever, not uncommon." he told her. "I had tried to give up finding those eyes, I didn't want to waste my life searching for a ghost. I almost dialed the police last Friday, but looked at this picture on the web, and there it was, the green dot." he told her. 

Sherri looked at the pictures, and then gave the book back. He put it back into the safe, closing the door and spinning the combination dial. 

Was it a lie she asked herself. He hadn't lied about anything else to her. He had gone out of his way to prove he was telling the truth when challenged. If it was a lie, it was the first, and she had challenged a great deal of his statements. Fine, he is telling the truth about this too. OK, what does that mean, was he meant to find her?




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 04



"Master, do you think that this was some sort of premonition or vision of the future?" she asked.

"I assumed so at the time, figured it was sort of like déjà vu, when you see something for a split second, a place you don't know, or people you haven't met, yet later when you meet them, it suddenly snaps into your brain you have seen this exact moment before." he shrugged. I gave up trying to figure it out some time ago, and assumed if I was meant to find you, you would appear before me. You did. 

Sherri considered and shook her head. "I can't understand this, and frankly don't want to." she said.

Robert nodded, "I understand that feeling, believe me, have had it more than once in my life." 

Robert looked at his watch, and called to her. "Please go get dressed in the rest of your clothing, I think it's time to get you a gift for your accomplishments so far. Then we can return here, do some more training like teaching you to walk in those heels without breaking your neck." 

Sherri jumped up and moved as quickly as her heels would allow and got dressed. Robert called and told her to put the socks and running shoes on instead of the heels. He didn't want a slave with a broken leg at the mall. Ok, that told her that they were going to the Mall. She put the pants, and belt on, and then tucked in the Polo shirt. She saw and felt her collar at the same moment. She had been thinking about the wedgie from her thong, and thinking about the story she was hearing, and had forgotten she was wearing a leather collar. He wouldn't let her go out in public with it would he? No that is the wrong question, would he make her go out in public. She turned and went downstairs, praying that he wouldn't humiliate her by making her go into public wearing a collar. 

Sherri arrived in the living room to find him looking out the window, obviously in thought. She waited, considered speaking and then decided a good slave would wait. He turned to here and smiled, then frowned. Why was he frowning. She was wearing the collar, and shit. She had forgotten the lipstick again. 

Robert nodded at her "Yes, you forgot your lipstick slave." he said and sighed. "Run back upstairs and get it, then return to me here." he told her.

Sherri ran up the stairs as fast as possible, took a minute to put it on, she was sure it would need to be neat, and then put the lipstick in her pocket. She raced down the stairs sure that a Master who had been kept waiting was a bad thing. 

Robert watched her rush to him and then when she had stopped told her "I forgave the first time, and will forgive this time, however there will be a punishment." he said. 

Sherri felt both afraid, and a rush at those words. 

Robert continued "I told you today would be light discipline. So I give you a choice, you may be spanked with the open hand six times, or you may wear the collar in public today as your punishment." 

Sherri didn't have to think about that one, that was as they say a no brainier. "Master your slave prefers the spanking as her punishment." 

Robert nodded and then walked to a chair and sat. "Then come here, prepare yourself, and lay across my lap." 

Sherri hesitated only a moment, and then went to him, unbuckled her belt, opening her pants, and then lowering them the feeling of humiliation was intense. She then lowered her thong, and while blushing bright red, lay across his lap and waited while he did the spank, caress routine. He did and she counted them out as he had wanted her to. 

Robert told her to rise, and then rose with her, she was standing there, pants around her knees, underwear with them, and she was warm in all the right places, and she silently prayed he would take her soon, perhaps now. She also prayed he wouldn't, because she was still afraid of him she admitted to herself. 

Robert told her to fix her clothing, and then when she was done told her to remove the collar and leave it on the small table by the door, when they returned, she must put it back on. She did as she was told and then prepared to follow Robert out the door. He paused and turned to her. He took her into an embrace, a hug, and then spoke softly in her ear. "I am so proud of you, you are working so very hard at this I am very happy with you my Slave." he then kissed the top of her head, and she hugged him back and found she was smiling. He was happy with her, we was happy and proud of her. 

Robert took her to his car, and put her on the passenger side. He got in the drivers seat and started his car. He turned to depart and said "A lady sits in the car with her knees fairly close together, she doesn't sprawl about like a child, her hands may be in her lap, demure, or on the armrest, confident, but will not be behind her head. No lady ever drove down the road with her foot hanging out the window." 

Sherri nodded and smiled. She had wondered what kind of girls could do that, driving with their boyfriend or girlfriends, and have a foot hanging out the window. 

Robert began driving and turned on the stereo. He had just started and drove, and realized he was still listening to the MP3 CD in the player. He left it alone, it was just starting the Enya folder. 

Sherri listened for a moment and then asked "Who is that, she has a very distinctive voice." 

"Enya, she does Celtic music, some old style, some styled by herself. Kind of new aged, but very nice in my opinion." he said.

The song "Anywhere Is" started, and they listened. Sherri read the information on the display, Artist Enya, Album Paint The Sky With Stars, Song Anywhere Is. Sherri listened, felt the cheerful music bounce around her, it was soft, gentle and cheerful. It talked about each horizon leading to another new horizon. She liked it and resolved to look into the artist herself. 

The next song started, same artist and same album. It was called Boadicea. Enya, whoever she was, didn't sing, she hummed. In perfect tune, perfect force. Sherri felt a shiver run down her spine, it was so sad, such sorrow, and such hope for the future. Sherri felt it penetrate her, and touch her very soul. She imagined someone humming thinking of a lost loved one, or something along those lines. 

Robert spoke "Haunting isn't it?" 

"Yes, such sorrow and pain, and hope." she replied.

"Yes" and turned it down, leaving it in the background "While we are at the mall, just follow my lead, nothing difficult, a pair of earrings, and perhaps a walk about. We may do lunch here, and then home we go. If you want anything in particular, merely ask and it's yours my Slave." he told her. 

Sherri rode in the Audi, and couldn't help thinking that it was as nice as her Lexus, and then thought that was a silly thing to think. "Master, why did you choose the Audi, isn't the BMW a better car?" she finally asked.

"Some would say so, I drove both, and liked the Audi, also most people who buy the BMW are doing it to impress others. They don't have a personal opinion on the matter." he told her.

Sherri considered. "Why did I get the Lexus?" she asked.

"That is the car a successful Lawyer who is not yet a partner would drive. A partner or above would want a BMW, but an associate who is successful, or Junior Partner would drive a Lexus, it screams lawyer don't you think?" he answered.

She smiled, he was right, the Lexus was a popular car with the younger lawyers, and she realized. He was pushing her in a direction he didn't go. "If you don't care what others think, and buy the car you want, why did you get me the accepted and expected lawyer car?" she asked him.

"I don't need someone's approval, if you are going to get that job in New York, Chicago, Washington, or LA, you are going to need to impress them, which is why we are spending so much time on training you to socially acceptable ladylike behavior. For women, it's very difficult in that social set, they are expected to work harder than the men, longer hours, and still look good doing it." Robert told her. 

Sherri let her head fall back on the exquisite leather of the seat, and thought about that. He was training her for a life he had rejected. "How are you going to get me introduced so to speak, if you don't do those things?"

Robert chuckled "I am a member of a few clubs, and give donations to the right causes from time to time. I usually manage an invitation to the right formal balls, although I rarely go. For example, this last week I sent a $10,000 donation to the Humane Society, which will guarantee an invitation to the ball they hold in New York on the July 4 weekend. We have just over two months to get you prepared." he told her.

"Two months, how much preparation do I need?" she asked suddenly feeling very self conscious. 

"Not as much as you are undoubtedly thinking, however you need a few tweaks, and mostly, you need to learn how to walk in heels. That is requisite. In two years, you will be comfortable in 5 inch stilettos." he answered her.

Sherri considered, and yes, in all the magazines, and all the coverage of those events, the women wore heels. Some chunky, others the thin sex kitten heels. "So you are going to teach me to look like a slut, but not be a slut?" she asked smiling. 

Robert laughed, "I don't think it will be as bad as that. I am going for elegant, perhaps a little erotic, but mostly elegantly graceful." he answered her.

Sherri shook her head and smiled at that. Her Graceful. How she wanted to ask, but they were arriving at the Mall. 

She got out of the car and followed him catching him and going to the front entrance. He walked to the center court, oriented himself quickly and walked into a jewelry store just there at the center section. He entered and walked around, looking in the cases, and stopped at one. 

The sales woman, her nametag said Karen walked up. "May I show you something sir?" she asked him.

"Yes, My girlfriend forgot her earrings today, I was thinking I needed to get her some." he replied. "May I see those please?" he pointed into the case. The woman brought them out and smiled wide showing them to him. He asked for and got the loupe and examined the stones. He nodded and turned to Sherri. "What do you think of these, Nice clarity, good cuts, but what do you think?" 

Sherri looked and she admired his choice. A simple single Diamond set of Earrings. They were elegant, understated, and for $1,200 they should be very nice. She looked through the loupe, and agreed they were very nice. 

Robert told the woman he would take them, and then surprising Sherri, said "What time do you have babe?" 

Sherri almost blurted out that her watch was in the Dungeon, and caught herself in time. "My watch is.... At home." 

Robert nodded an indulgent nod, with an indulgent smile. "Ok." he turned back to the Saleswoman, "May we see the watches please?" 

Karen, who was expecting a slow day with minimal sales, Sundays were like that, smiled wonderfully. They were led to the Watches, and Robert walked down past the low priced watches, hardly glancing. He continued past the Bulova display, and stopped by the Rolexes. Sherri had glanced at a few Rolexes, and always figured that she would have one, perhaps when she retired. 

Robert looked and Sherri looked with him. He asked to see one, then another, rejecting them both, too flashy, too basic, he wanted something specific. Sherri stared at one. It was $24,600, gold, with diamonds around the face. Simple yellow gold, and she wanted it. She wanted it, and she knew it was perfect. It was elegant, graceful, exquisite, and it was understated in it's elegance. She tried to look at the others, but her eyes kept coming back to that one. 

"Sherri, do you see something you like?" Robert asked in a gentle voice.

Sherri nodded and said "That one is nice Robert." 

Robert nodded to the saleswoman, who brought the watch out. Sherri stared as it was laid across her wrist, it shone beautifully, and it was lovely. 

"I believe we will take that one, and the earrings, may she wear them out of the store?" he asked the Saleswoman. 

"Certainly sir, and may I say, excellent choice." said a beaming Karen already counting her commission. 

As she rung it up and adjusted it on Sherri's wrist she leaned close and whispered to Sherri "Listen dear, if he will buy you a Rolex and diamonds because you forgot yours, you have him, now reel him in." 

Sherri smiled and nodded her thanks. 

Robert took his receipt, and walked with Sheri back to the center of the mall. He turned to her and asked "Would you like to keep shopping?" 

Sherri nodded, she felt lovely with her ear rings, and her watch, she checked the time about every 12 seconds for a while. She finally forced herself to relax, and looked up at him. He was watching her smiling at her. She blushed and realized he knew her so well, knowing she would keep looking at the watch and then glancing at her reflection seeing the earrings in the shop windows they passed. 

Robert guided her to the Macy's, and then to the Woman's Departments. He then asked her to try on a skirt. She did, and thought it rather nice, it ended about an inch or two above the knee, and she found it flattering. Robert held the same skirt up in a different size, and she tried that one on. It was snugger in the hips, but allowed her some freedom of movement. Robert nodded and asked her to turn around, Sherri saw in the mirror that the skirt also hugged her ass, following the curve down and just following it past the largest point and then separating there. Flowing with gravity and it's design from there. She realized, this is how it should be worn, and this is how he wanted her to wear it. She blushed, she wasn't the type who wore tight fitting clothing. She never wore "mini-skirts" or mini dresses. She only owned two dresses, and saved them for special occasions. She normally wore pants like she had on, and polo shirts on the weekend, with pant suits, usually cotton or polyester or some blend of the two, at work. She never wore heels, and that worried her as much as anything else. 

Robert told her to get both, pick out two blouses, and a couple jackets from the racks, she knew what to find. One fairly loose fitting, a another rather snug. Then meet him in shoes, where he would be looking to see if anything was acceptable. Oh, you don't have to get the two in the same color. You can get the two outfits in different colors if you like. In fact, get the snugger one in beige, and get the looser one in Navy Blue for work. 

Sherri breathed in relief at that news. OK, she wasn't going to be wearing the tight fitting skirt at work, that was good news and she could deal with that. 

She looked at the blouses, and found two, one a bit tighter than the other, and again with the jackets. One in navy blue, for work, and one tighter in beige to go with the skirt. She liked them, and knew these two outfits were her personal clothing allowance for quite some time. The jackets alone cost something like $250 a piece. 

She found Robert in the shoe department and he told her which shoes to get, and she went and picked them off the rack. As she waited for the shoe flunky to come to her she sat and stretched a bit. The night hadn't been long enough, she had needed more sleep, she was still a little stiff from yesterday, but not so bad, he was right that the stretching would help with her stiff and sore muscles. 

The shoe flunky finished with the other customer and came to her. "Could you get me these in size 8 and a half." she handed him the shoes.

Robert sat down next to her and leaned close "This man is serving you, getting what you want, you will use please and thank you, he isn't a slave, and you are a lady." Robert said very softly to her. 

Sherri looked at him surprised, and then nodded and whispered "yes Master" to him to let him know she was properly chastised. She sat and considered, he had been polite to the sales woman at the jewelry store, please, thank you, and ma'am rolled easily off his tongue. It was if he strove to be polite and appreciative to anyone who did anything for him, not just her she realized.

He was a strange person she considered, unlike anyone she had ever met before. He was domineering, certainly, also had a touch of tenderness and compassion. He was an accurate judge of people, and seemed to tolerate them, while pushing her, hard, to become something she had always wanted, a powerful attorney in a big city, the a list attorney she thought. He believed he could do it in two years, and also thought it would be a great deal of work. Sherri privately thought it wasn't possible, however she wasn't about to argue, because if she was wrong, and it was possible, she might be cutting her own throat again. 

The shoe salesman arrived and she thanked him, tried on the shoes. Black two inch heels probably for work she though. She didn't wobble as much in them. Then beige shoes with three inch heels for the other outfit. Sherri felt the familiar uncomfortable feeling, but thanked the man and said she would take the shoes too.

Robert paid for everything, and didn't even check the receipt before accepting it and tossing it into the package. 

Sherri worried about that, he was spending a great deal of money on her, and she knew that most lottery winners ended up broke in less than ten years. Robert took her to lunch, it being just past noon now, and asked if she would like a Chicken Caser Salad. She agreed, and followed him to a table, and they sat and ate the salads. 

"Would it be too improper to thank you for everything you have done today?" she asked 

"Not at all, and you are welcome." Robert replied.

"I'm worried, you are spending a lot of money on me, and I know Lottery winners usually end up broke, I would hate to be the reason you ended up homeless." she said.

Robert laughed quietly. "Delicate way to find out how much I have. If I can afford this." he told her "I have already doubled my wealth above what I won in the lottery. Apparently in this too, I am the exception to the rule." 

Sherri gaped, he had won some $200 million about ten years before, yet he now claimed to be worth something like $400 Million. "You made two hundred million in the last ten years?" she asked him.

"Yes, it would have been more, but I foolishly invested in a couple things that haven't yet produced anything." he said with a shrug. "I am making a fortune on the security business, and that presents a problem, it will be announced this week if I won a contract to provide the external security for NASA's facility in Houston. If I get it, it will be a big contract, and will mean I have to dash to Houston to interview some of the existing managers to see if I want to pick them up, if I don't get it, it means that I have managers I can't use, so will have to look at other major contracts to try for to keep them busy. I had the business bulking up in anticipation for this, and already have most of the top and mid level people I will need. Some of the line personnel as well are trained, have been super manning other contracts to make sure they got trained and experienced." 

Sherri considered, he had at least one successful business, and the limo company. "You also own the Limo company, Luxury Livery right?" she asked

"Yes, and Mabel runs that for me, She is unusual, but she has the three things I demand. Honest, Intelligent, and loyal." Robert answered. 

"She threatened to kick the drivers ass who delivered the car you gave me, that seems a bit, excessive, and could leave you in serious jeopardy for a lawsuit." she told him, reverting to her legal training. 

Robert laughed at this. "I doubt it, can you imagine some man getting up on stage and telling the jury, the judge, the courtroom, and the whole world on Court TV, that this 6'2" 250 pound black lesbian woman kicked his ass all over the garage? He would never live it down, he couldn't ever face another social function, no matter how blue collar it was." 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 05



Part 05: A Slave's Life

This is a continuing work of fiction, all names and places are fictional, any relation to any real person or place, real or imagined, is purely accidental.

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Sherri woke to the alarm clock's gentle chiming and realized this was her first Monday as Robert's slave. Robert didn't move, and 20 seconds later, it stopped chiming. Sherri realized her first thought was of him again and her smile widened. She snuggled into him, and gripped the arm that was around her tighter.

They rose and used the toilet and she dressed in another one piece thong backed leotard. Sherri followed Robert downstairs and joined him in exercising. She was still a little sore from Saturday morning, and the stretching did seem to help. Sherri watched Robert work his abdominal muscles and then doing reverse lifts, watched his back flex as she stretched and asked if she would be exercising like that before long. 

"Sure, but you have to start slow, if you jumped right in, you wouldn't be able to move at work, stiff and sore from the exertions." Robert told her while doing fly exercises holding two dumbbells. 

After her stretching, they showered and she washed him again. This time, she didn't find it frightening, instead finding it erotic, and fun she admitted.

She washed herself next and came out of the shower to find Robert had fetched clothing and had it laid out for her. A pant suit, blouse, and underwear for her. She smiled as she realized she was wearing lingerie to work, and he had chosen it. She dressed, finished her hair, and then checking her lipstick, and putting the tube in her pocket, she headed downstairs. Finding Robert laying out breakfast, she went to him, hugged him and then joined him in the food prep. Sherri smiled as she ate breakfast, she had seen the smile in the mirror and suspected it would be with her all day. She didn't know that smile would tell the world, she had gotten laid, and had experienced good sex. 

During breakfast, Sherri began to think about her day, and realized she would probably get the file Robert had arraigned. "Master, what should I look for in the file you have sent for me?" 

"Just do your job, you're a lawyer, take care of your client, and it will be perfect." He replied glancing at the newspaper.

"But you said it was a test of some kind, and I would find the Easter Egg." she said confused.

Robert put the paper down, and turned towards her. "You will find it, I know you will, but I won't tell you where, or what to look for. You have to find it, you have to accomplish this. Don't ask me anything else about it, I'll say nothing else." 

Sherri considered, and got frustrated. Damn it, she needed a hint of what to look for. It could be anything, and it could take weeks of research to find the small thing it could be. There were thousands, no millions of little things. What if she didn't get the file, what if it went to someone else, and they found it. She forced herself to remain calm, and to think. "Master" she said "will you give me no hint?"

"Sherri, you need only be yourself, apply yourself, and look to the interests of your client, and do the job you are trained to do." Robert replied. 

Sherri felt herself getting angry and forced her mind to other subjects. "Master, I'll need to go by my house today, pick up mail and other things." she told him. 

"If you like, I will go by and do that. I assume there are some things you would like to have here, certainly you are welcome to bring anything you wish." Robert said.

"No Master, I'll go by, however I'll need to put my things in storage if I'm going to rent the house out." she said considering. It was a nice house, and she should make about $700 or so on rent if she could find a small starter family to take it. 

"When you have what you want from there, and have changed your address, let me know, and I'll see to that with some of my own people." he replied.

Looking at her watch she took a travel mug of coffee and headed to work. Her car, her Lexus she corrected herself waited. The thong felt strange, and the pants rubbed on her ass and that felt strange. The two inch heels made her feel different. She had put a little blush on in addition to her lipstick, and she checked her lipstick in the mirror. It was becoming habit she noticed. 

Lisa was at her desk going over things from last week, things that were going to carry over when she looked up and saw Sherri walking down the hall. Lisa put her eyes back to her work and then looked up again. Holy Shit, Ms. Stick up her ass had a grin plastered on her face, was wearing lipstick, and very nice clothing. Lisa gaped in surprise. 

Sherri saw Lisa and smiled and said "Good Morning Lisa, and how was your weekend?" 

Lisa's eyes nearly bugged out, Ms. Stick up her ass never said good morning, at most just a flat emotionless morning, and asking about Lisa's weekend? "Fine Sherri, and yours?" 

Sherri's smile got wider and she said "Wonderful, let me know if anything pops up today will you?" 

Lisa watched Sherri walk into her office and gaped once again. Shit, she doesn't have those horrible panty lines she usually has, she isn't wearing any, or is wearing a thong. Those clothes have to cost about $1000 minimum. That blouse looks Italian, and the suit was a silken blend that you don't get at a department store. Where had she gotten high end clothing from? How had she afforded it? Sherri was an associate and they don't make the big bucks the Partners and Senior Partners make. What is going on? 

Lisa went back to organizing the day and saw Carl coming down the hallway. Carl was the Partner that Sherri reported to. Carl said good morning, and then walked into Sherri's office. Sherri was looking at e-mail and glancing at things to orient herself. 

Carl said "Good Morning, I have that file we talked about Friday, the new client. The Cenotaph corporation is apparently overcrowded at their office, and want a second opinion on the feasibility and cost analysis on the tax benefits of the move." and handed her the thick legal folder with the information. "It looks pretty straight forwards, just go over the numbers their in house council came up with, and double check him. Shouldn't take too long, and if possible, I'd like it by Wednesday or Thursday." he told her. 

"Certainly Sir, and I'll get right on this. I don't have anything else particularly pressing at the moment." she said with obvious sincerity. 

Carl was brought up by this. Sherri usually answered with a dead voiced "sure" and hardly ever used Sir in her language. Carl noticed the smile, she was cheerful. She was dressed in expensive clothing. Carl didn't know Women's fashion, but he did know quality. Those might be real diamonds in her ears. "Great Sherri, thanks for taking a look at this, I do appreciate it." figuring a little encouragement might go a long way. This cheerful and polite Sherri was preferable to the sullen and withdrawn Sherri he had overseen for three years. "I'm going to Kansas City this afternoon, I should be back Wednesday after I meet with the people at Baker Construction about the audit."

Sherri opened the file after he left, she had risen and seen him to the door and then told Lisa "I'm going to get some coffee, would you like some?" 

Lisa had just stared at her and shook her head no. After a moment adding "No thanks for the offer though." 

Lisa was sure she was on some sort of Candid Camera, or perhaps had seen Invasion of the Body Snatchers one too many times. Sherri was being NICE, which is one thing she never was. She walked with her head up instead of looking at the floor. She went for her own coffee. What the fuck is going on. 

Lisa suddenly understood, thinking to herself I know that grin, Sherri got laid. Lisa said a silent prayer for the pipe layer, may his sword stay long and hard and keep Sherri happy. 

Sherri opened the file and began reading, by Lunch she was oriented with the problem facing her. It was a double check, certainly but there was more than just the tax information in the packet. Someone had put the building specifications in the packet, and Carl hadn't dumped them into a "dead" file which meant it was really outside their purview. Essentially this Cenotaph Corporation wanted a bigger headquarters, near Chicago, to replace their existing facility in Chicago. They figured that building outside the state of Illinois would allow them to realize the cost of building and moving in something like 12 years. Additionally they would have lower utility costs with the newer construction materials and insulation available. They could lease or sell their existing building and show additional profit. 

Sherri gave half the tax numbers to enter into the database program to Lisa and asked her to give Sherri a hand with these, and then surprised Lisa more by asking that everything be double checked. Sherri brought up the address on the Indiana State tax site, and saw it was currently wooded and rural area, with new development in progress. The site was zoned C-1 which meant it could take a Commercial Development, but only a single owner development. No mini mall. OK, that was fine, Cenotaph would be the only occupant, and didn't need the C-2 or C-3 zoning that multi occupant businesses needed. 

Sherri started to punch in her own share of the numbers, and then had an idea. She looked into the file and found the building specifications. The plans included the assay plot of the prospective building, and something that she had ignored when reading. It had Co-ordinates. She had complained about the current system "Section 1 of plat book 456 in county records known as plot 438 which is located 1.4 miles West of known point 539 and 1.3 miles North of known point 215." which meant nothing to the person looking at the land. It was the old way before good maps were made, and before GPS and Satellite overheads.

Sherri brought up Google Earth, she had the Professional Model, and used it to look at cities she wished she was in instead of here. She punched the co-ordinates into the program and watched Google show her the exact location of the property and there it was. 

"Happy Easter" Sherri said at 2:24pm. She had found it. She had found the Easter Egg. The building was going to cross the State Line, and would be liable for two State Property Taxes, the full value of the building was going to be taxed not once, but twice. It would bankrupt the company instead of save it money. 

Lisa looked up from her data entry. She was sure she had heard Sherri say something, and saw Sherri smiling broadly while looking at her computer monitor. Lisa didn't know what was going on, but didn't want to ask for fear of ruining Sherri's good mood. Ms. Stick up her ass was being nice and human, and Lisa didn't want to fuck it up.

Sherri's grin widened as she went back to crunching numbers, she had lot's of work to do to get this done by Wednesday. She breathed a silent "Thank You Master" for doing this for her. No tax lawyer would look at the actual property, they dealt in numbers and percentages. 

Sherri worked past 5pm, stopping at nearly 6 and deciding to beg her Master to take care of the mail at her old house tomorrow. Perhaps he would let her pay off the favor. 

Arriving home, and it was her home now, at just after 6:40 having caught the tail end of the rush hour traffic out of St. Louis. She parked and walked to the door much more quickly than would have been considered normal. She rushed into the house, and looked everywhere. He wasn't on the first floor, she ran upstairs and found him at his desk, sipping Whiskey, and reading a file of his own. She ran to him and as he rose to meet her threw her arms around him and embracing him warmly. "Thank you Master" she said.

"Happy Easter" he told her. She had found it, he knew it, and knew she was proud, and rightfully so. 

Robert knew the legal genius who had come up with the Easter Egg, and knew he was paid well above average, and was well worth the money. Robert had learned of it from his "good friend" and thought it brilliant. A test, how far would a law firm go to protect the client? The really good ones took everything in the file and went over every line checking and double checking. They were the ones who found the Easter Egg, and they were the ones who got the business and reputation to go with serving some of the biggest companies in the nation. Robert knew she would find it, if her head was in the game. If she approached it sullen and resentful, and went through the motions, she would fail to go over everything, and would fail to find it, instead finding a couple numbers transposed as a false flag. 

She had found THE egg, only that would make her this happy. Something small that when you really looked at it, would be HUGE in it's implications. 

Sherri talked about it through dinner, having added her collar for the meal to "dress up" as he said. She was so happy and excited, and Robert drew pleasure knowing he would be getting a case of Scotch Whiskey in a couple weeks. Winning was good, even if the cost to him was more than the case was worth, it was good. Her dream of working on Wall Street was possible now. In a couple years, she would be getting offers from major firms who wanted her genius on their own staff. Her firm, Whitman and Parker, would be begging her to stay and offering perks too. 

They ate dinner in Roberts Office, and ordered clothing from online stores while eating. So much to do they agreed, so little time tonight to get it all done. She watched him order another $50,000 in clothing, and then order another $25,000 in Jewelry. She would comment and suggest and bow to his wisdom as was proper for a Slave in his service. 

Robert and Sherri trained after dinner, working on her walk and her manner of sitting. Sherri wearing a Posture collar, which held her neck rigidly in an extended manner, forcing her to use her eyes to check locations of steps, and other things. She wore a thong, and little else but the shoes. Robert directed, encouraged, and a few times used the whip to get his point across. Smacking her on the ass when she did something wrong which she hadn't done the last time. Sherri would jump and apologize with a "Sorry Master" and try again. 

They went to bed once Sherri was able to walk and sit confidently and with grace. Sherri had leather bindings placed on her wrists, but they weren't connected to anything yet. Robert laid her on the side of the bed, and began to caress and kiss her. Sherri responded to his attentions, reaching for his cock and finding it fully erect. Robert took her hand, and placed it on her cunt. 

"Feel yourself Sherri? Do you see how wet and hot you can be?" Robert asked.

Her fingers weren't in her, just on the mons, but it was hot and humid, so wet already. She wanted his hands there, caressing her as only he could. She reached for his cock again.

Turning suddenly, Robert placed ropes from the headboard to her leather wrist restraints. Sherri tugged at them and found she couldn't move her arms at all. Robert licked and caressed her, breathing hotly on her nipples, licking her clit and plunging his tounge into her love.

Moaning and squirming Sherri wanted to have his cock. She whimpered and silently begged him to fuck her. She was so close to an orgasm, so close to having one. He was teasing her again, driving her insane with desire. "Please, please Master." Sherri begged him.

Mounting her Robert eased his length into her. She moaned, and as he reached her bottom, she came crying loudly into the night. Her body shook as the orgasm gripped her and waves of pleasure spread outwards from her clit.

Robert pounded into her now, fucking wildly. As he reached his own orgasm and her third one subsided, he pulled out suddenly and gripping his cock ejaculated on her breasts, coating them with his thick white semen. As he lay beside her, he took a small strap and connected the two bindings on her wrists as he released her from the headboard. She was to sleep bound next to him. 

Sherri woke to the alarm, and another day serving her Master began. She first asked to be released, she had slept with her wrists bound by leather straps, in front of her, but still attached. 

Sherri considered washing the residue off herself before working out, but decided to enjoy the workout with the heady scent of their love filling her nostrils. It felt so dirty, so slutty, and she grinned wickedly as she stretched in the high cut thong leotard and worked on her flexibility. She was sore, and at first felt a little sorry for that, but then realized it was because he had ridden her like a race horse last night, and pounded her pussy into multiple orgasmic joy. However this morning, she was sore, and mentioned it to Robert. He smiled, brought her close to him, and kissed her gently. 

"We'll take a break tonight, I don't want to send you to work bowlegged after all." said Robert.

Sherri blushed, and smiled at him. "Thank you Master." she answered. 

They exercised, and she washed him, paying extra attention to his pecker, and wondered if she would be sore when she got off work, if it wasn't too bad, perhaps there would be a change in plans. 

She dressed in clothing he had lain out for her. Another pant suit, this one in a conservative gray, and instead of a thong, a body suit. Robert explained that it was worn in lieu of underwear, but she did wear a Bra. He explained that the top looked like a blouse, and in the pale blue, it would go lovely with the gray suit. He then told her it had a snap crotch for easy access for trips to the restroom. She felt an erotic thrill as she wore it to breakfast, and purposely got a little flip with him. She then told him she hadn't gone by the house to get her mail, or filled out a change of address, but would attend to it sooner or later. 

Sensing her desire, Robert sent her for the riding crop. After twelve lashes, her ass was warm, and so was her sex. She left for work without her house keys, he would attend to the mail and anything else, and with an ass which glowed red and kept her warm through the morning. 

Lisa saw another expensive outfit, and another silly grin on Sherri's face. She was getting curious, and resolved to see if Sherri wanted to go to lunch together, and perhaps spill the beans. 

Sherri sat and smiled more as she felt the warmth of her ass. He had paddled her until she had begged forgiveness, and then sent her to work, chastised and aroused. She dove into the file, and went back to work. She had finished checking the Indiana numbers, and had found the mistake there, and laughed. If she had punched the numbers in before doing Google Earth, she might have missed it. She then started on the Illinois Tax Information before lunch. She wanted this done before the day was out, so she could spend tomorrow looking for possible answers to the problem. Obviously, the building could not be built where they planned it and obviously, they would have to buy more land to get the building firmly into Indiana, at least a 50 foot buffer zone she thought. As she checked reference tables and other tax information, she worked out how much money the company would save by not building as they originally intended. 

Lisa had come at lunch, and asked if Sherri would like to join her for a Salad. 

Sherri consulted the clock, and said "Sure, that would be nice, I usually have a salad or soup but whatever you would like would be fine." 

They walked to the soup and salad place, "Souper Salad" it said. Sherri decided to get a small bowl of French Onion Soup to go with the small Chef's salad, and then insisted on paying for Lisa's lunch. Lisa had been doing great these last couple days, and Sherri wanted to show her appreciation. Sherri hadn't realized it was only her own perception which had changed, Lisa was the same, if a bit confused by the changes.




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 05



As they ate, they chatted, and Sherri realized she never knew Lisa was divorced, without Kids thank God. Living with a guy for the last year, but no wedding bells in the future, Lisa said she didn't think he was the one. Sherri felt sorry for Lisa, now that she was happy, she wanted everyone to be happy, content, and satisfied. 

"So tell me what mystery man has your eye now?" said Lisa.

Sherri blushed and looked down. "Is it that obvious?" 

"Listen girl, if you had a neon sign over your head that said "Got my bell rung good last night" it wouldn't be more obvious." said Lisa

Sherri blushed deeper and said "Oh My God, I didn't think it was, Oh God." she was embarrassed, and happy that someone had noticed. Perhaps Lisa wasn't that bad, perhaps Sherri's resentment had kept them from being friends. She moved her hair slightly with her left hand and Lisa jumped in shock.

"Oh my God, let me see that." Lisa said grabbing Sherri's left wrist. "That's a fucking Rolex, you're wearing a Rolex watch on your wrist. Did HE give it to you.?" Lisa thought to herself, Girl, you must have one so good it turns to sunshine if you toss it into the air.

"Yeah, he gave it to me, a gift, and he is wonderful to me." Sherri said and realized Lisa saw she meant it.

"So what's Mr. Wonderful called, does he have a name?" asked Lisa

Sherri smiled and said "Robert Mason, he's a business man in town, owns a couple businesses." said Sherri. 

Lunch ended and they went back to work, trying to come to grips with this new friendship that seemed to be blooming around them. Lisa decided that Sherri wasn't as bad as she thought, and must be great in bed to get a Rolex. As her ex husband would have said, I bet she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose. 

Sherri was uncomfortable, but not extremely so, a friendly working relationship, or even a friendship would be nice she decided, and resolved to be nice and friendly towards Lisa. She had her own life problems, and Sherri suddenly didn't want to add to anyone's problems. She had her share, and they weren't over yet.

By the close of business at the Law Firm, the secretarial gossip vine had the name Robert Mason down cold. They had searched the web, and found NOTHING but a few fluff pieces. He wasn't one of the firms clients, so they didn't have internal information to find out about. The gossip flew and at the end of the day, Franklin Whitman, the founding Partner, and senior surviving partner of the firm learned from his secretary that Sherri Chenowith was seeing a mystery man known as Robert Mason. Nancy told him that Mr. Mason is apparently comfortable enough to provide Ms. Chenowith with a Rolex watch in gold. 

Whitman didn't care what his employees did, he honestly didn't care. He figured as long as they showed up and did the work, what they did on their time was their business. However he didn't recognize the name Mason, and made a mental note to keep his ears open. As for Sherri, she hadn't really fit in yet, but he had hope. She wasn't a bad lawyer, far from it, yet she didn't seem to be happy here. Perhaps that would change he decided, and went home to his own wife. 

Sherri had finished the Illinois Numbers and was on her way home when an idea struck. She rushed into his house and ignored the pile of mail he had gotten for her. Probably junk mail she thought with a glance and rushed upstairs. He wasn't in his office and she sat down at his desk and began searching the internet. 

Robert heard her come home, he was on the Patio enjoying a drink and walked in to find her. She was at his desk, and obviously thinking hard. He stepped back quietly, and went to get her plate for dinner. He brought it to her, and she thanked him and began to eat and surf the web. She smiled finding what she wanted, and then turned her attention to Robert "Sorry Master, I had an idea and wanted to see about it." she said.

"No problem, if you wish to keep working, be my guest." he said knowing how important this file was to her now. 

"Master, your slave is here to serve you, and hasn't done that yet." she said with a small smile tugging at her lips. 

"Then you will be punished, however your work is important too, and I am a patient and charitable Master." 

Sherri smiled and looked forward to the punishment, and to serving him as she ate with him in the office. 

He hadn't asked her about the file, or her idea, and at first that bothered her, and then she realized it would have compromised her duty as a Lawyer, that whole Attorney Client Privilege that she was supposed to maintain. "Master, I had lunch with my secretary today, and she asked about you." Sherri said.

"Did you enjoy the lunch?" he asked. 

Sherri frowned, he didn't care who knew about him, or what they thought about him she realized with a start. "You really don't care what someone thinks about you do you?"

"No, not really, I don't work for anyone, and my businesses are low profile enough, most of them, that there is no danger in someone's disliking me causing problems for any of them." he said.

Sherri blinked at that, trying to understand it. He was working her so hard to be elegant, sophisticated, teaching her about walking and sitting like a lady, she didn't realize he was doing it all for her, for her future, not his. It meant nothing to him, but everything to her, to be in New York, and a lawyer on Wall street, with seven digit salaries the norm for a Partner in a big firm. He on the other hand was just Robert, and preferred to be low key, and under the radar. He didn't try and gain popularity, or see his name in the paper, he just was himself.

"Master, she saw the watch and I told her your name, if I have done wrong, I am very sorry." she said.

Robert smiled and chuckled at her. "Sherri, you have done nothing wrong, we can't hide that we spend time together, and I am not going to reveal the details of our time, and doubt you will. From my point of view, it's none of their business if we dance all night or if we play our game, it's your choice what to tell anyone. To the public, even Suzanne and Carmen, you are my girlfriend who has graced my life with her presence."

Sherri smiled and felt vaguely self conscious. "Master, thank you for the compliment." 

"When you are done with this, please come get me, I don't want to disturb your work." Robert said.

He then rose and left the office. Sherri considered and realized she had the answer she needed, and finding her collar in her room, stripped down to her thong, and went to find and serve her Master.

He sat her in the dining room, and explained the different glasses, plates, and silverware for her. She now understood how to dine at a four course meal, and Robert was pleased with her progress. 

He then took her downstairs and pointed to something he had ready for her. "This is a means of immobilizing you, it will not bind you as the leather straps do, but will prevent any motion from you." He placed her in the thing and showed her the breathing hole which was in it. It had a mouthpiece, like a gag, and she placed her mouth on it. Robert told her that was her air, and she would now experience total immobilization. He connected the vacuum and turned it on. It sucked the air from the twin thick sheets of latex, and soon she looked like a toy wrapped in plastic.

Robert caressed and touched her, knowing she couldn't move. He could see her strain, and try to move, but she couldn't. He listened for their word, having decided on one. She didn't say Red, so things were not beyond her. She did moan a couple times, but nothing more than that. He lightly whipped her body through the latex, knowing the sensation was driving her insane with desire. She could be touched, but not respond in any way, she could not touch back. She was in effect shrink wrapped in clear latex and her breasts stood out invitingly. 

He pressed the release finally, knowing she was horny as hell, and allowed the air to go back into the immobilizing bed, and enjoyed her reaction, she flexed, and then her hands went to herself, massaging her pussy, and saw her looking at him wantonly. 

Sherri came free of the bed as he undid the zipper, and she practically threw herself at him. She needed him, but he wasn't done with the pleasure torment. He took her and bound her to a spreader bar, and then stood her up on her feet. She writhed and begged him to take her. He gagged her, which meant the snapping of her fingers, a task she demonstrated for him, was the new key for stopping. She writhed in pleasure moaning into the penis gag she had in her mouth, biting down at times as he caressed and then flicked her with the whip. She had never known such torment, nor such pleasure. She was desperate, she needed the sex he had, and withheld from her. He tormented her, inserting a small dildo into her, just barely penetrating her, and she wanted so much more from him right now. She needed so much more. 

Robert enjoyed the fruits of his labor, she was panting and desperate, her arousal was as high as it could go, if he didn't bring her over the edge soon she would probably go insane with desire and become resentful and sullen. Robert decided it was time. He stroked some more, and then flicked her clit and saw her orgasm dangling from the chains, bouncing as much as she could trying to get even more stimulation. Robert released her left ankle and then her right and she surprised him, wrapping her legs around him, and grinding against him. Robert supported her ass in his hands, and saw her and knew what she wanted, what she needed. He got the pleasure swing from the rack and wrapped her in the sling, and lowered her slightly, and then entered her. Still suspended by the wrists, her lower body suspended by the swing he had hooked up and she was in heaven. She was still gagged, and ground against him in rapture. Robert thrust himself into her with passion, force, and will. He drove into her, slapping flesh echoed around the dungeon, and Robert loved her passion. 

Sherri was in heaven all right, she was bound, gagged, and getting the fucking of her life. Her Master didn't ignore her other areas, caressing her breasts, her belly, her cheek and hairline. She climaxed again and then again she felt the orgasm overtake her. She felt her klegel muscle contract and saw him smile, he recognized her efforts, and soon gave what she wanted. 

Robert talked to her while he was pounding away into her. "Yes my Slave, even pleasure can be a torture can't it? Yes Slave, your Master is giving you what you want isn't he?" 

Sherri nodded and agreed with her muffled voice. She was moaning and trying to talk, she was trying to say "Fuck me, fuck me, yes that's it fuck your slave, fuck your slut." 

He reached his limit and began to empty himself into her. She writhed in pleasure and loved the feeling. He reached up and undid the gag, and Sherri realized her jaw hurt, having been open for almost an hour around the gag. He then released her hands, and she threw them around him, suspended in the swing, with his shrinking cock almost out of her. God she was a dirty slut, and she loved it. He took her out of the swing and she dropped to her knees to clean him. She didn't hesitate, and in fact, wanted it. After making sure he was perfectly clean, she rose to her feet, and went upstairs with him, and fell into the Jacuzzi Tub with him, relaxing in the warm water, and after that, they slept. Sherri slept again, with a smile on her face, her Master could play her like a violin. 

In the morning, they slept in ignoring the workout, assuming that they had worked out enough last night. Sherri rose, and after starting the coffee, hurried upstairs to wash her Master again. She was liking this, and she was starting to enjoy the routine. She was really sore today, and mentioned it at breakfast. "Master, your slave hates to complain, but she is getting very sore." 

"You mean your pussy slave?" asked Robert with a smile.

"Yes Master." Sherri said as she ate some fruit and English muffins. 

"It's OK, we can't really do anything tonight, I have to work tonight and probably won't get home until after 11pm. Need to make the rounds of a couple things tonight, they need to know the Boss hasn't forsaken them." he said. 

Sherri smiled, and was disappointed that he wouldn't be here when she got home. She said it would be strange not to find him waiting, and did he have any instructions for her? 

"Yes Slave, tonight, wearing 3 inch heels, walk around the house practicing walking in heels. Spend at least an hour walking and standing the way we have been working on it." he told her.

Wednesday Lisa saw Sherri arrive, wearing a blue skirt outfit. Not as nice as the suits earlier, but very nice none the less. Oh shit, she still has that grin, he laid the pipe to her again. Jesus, they need to slow down, or they are liable to break something. Whoever this Robert Mason is, he can sling that thing can't he? 

Wednesday morning, Sherri finished researching her idea, and found it would actually save the company money on their other property, should they decide to keep it and lease it. She ran some quick numbers, and found it would make a nice profit. Good, that would make the client happy. Not only would they save money, but they would make more money from her idea. 

Wednesday afternoon, she finished doing the rough work and began to write her narrative quoting chapter and verse of the various tax codes, and demonstrating her idea as logical, smart monetarily, and smart in a public relations manner. 

Carl stopped by just at the end of the day and asked "Hi Sherri, how are you doing?" He had heard the rumors, and saw her smile and guessed she was getting laid a lot by this Robert Mason, he made a mental note to find out about him. 

"Great Carl, how are you doing? I have been hip deep in this file, but should have it for your before lunch tomorrow, if that is OK." Sherri replied. 

Carl said "Great, is there any problem with it?" 

Sherri outlined the problem, the building they proposed would cross state lines, and require property taxes in two states, as well as causing huge problems with getting occupancy and other permits. Her idea was to take the Illinois part of the property, and turn it into a Bird Sanctuary, which would just barely qualify the company for a friend of nature tax break, which could be applied to any property in the state, including their old building should they lease it out. 

Carl was amazed, and spent the night considering his earlier conversation with the Senior Partners. He had told them that Sherri was working the file, and expected it on his desk Wednesday or Thursday. He had been out of town from Monday Afternoon and returned late last night after going and comforting a client who was stressing an audit. He would attend the audit, and answer any questions of course, but there was nothing to worry about. Everything was legal, just a routine matter. 

Carl realized he couldn't take credit for it, he would have to give her all the credit, and hope that they remembered he was her boss, and she was guided by him. 

Wednesday night for Sherri was a cakewalk, she was moving gracefully in the 3 inch heels and standing as she had been taught. She saw some more clothing had arrived and her Master had hung them up or folded them as was appropriate. Sherri was impressed with the quality and quantity that he had ordered. A full spring/summer wardrobe which was worth more than all the clothing she had ever owned in her life. He had also ordered some slut clothing "for around the house" including mini dresses and micro skirts that would barely cover her ass. She smiled at the thought of those mini's pushed up to her waist, and she bent over something getting the shit fucked out of her. 

Sherri went to sleep in her own bed, and woke when Robert turned the light on in his room. He was home she realized. Her Master was home. She looked at the clock, and it was nearly midnight. He would be exhausted, and she decided that she would see if he wanted her to do anything.

She rose and walked to his room, wearing a small nightgown he had selected for her. It was nearly transparent, gauzy see through material. She stood in his doorway and greeted him. "Hello Master, may I do anything for you?" She saw him smile at her and wave her over. They snuggled and nuzzled each other, and fell asleep happy. 

The alarm woke them and it was time for exercise, She wasn't sore anymore, and felt the beginnings of a certain hunger that can't be satisfied with food, well maybe chocolate, but that isn't quite as good she decided. Perhaps chocolate on her Master, now that was an idea. 

She added weights to her stretching as directed by Robert, just one pound, but keep stretching like the video tells you to, later we will get you to aerobics, and weight training. Perhaps swimming if you like that. 

Then on to the washing and she spent some time looking longingly at his Pecker, wanting to have it, but with work responsibility, she didn't have time. She dressed in a new outfit just arrived, black silk blend pants with a lovely yellow blouse and matching yellow bra and thong. She certainly was color coordinated.

Breakfast was wonderful, Robert made omelets, and she loved it. It was wonderful, mushroom, and Canadian bacon, and cubed green peppers. She headed to work with a kiss from him, and a promise to be good. That was a promise she decided to break, knowing the punishment would be exquisite in it's pleasure.

She drove past the office to the parking garage she normally used, and saw Lisa on the sidewalk, she waved hello without thinking. 

She arrived at Lisa's desk and smiled at her wishing her a Good Morning, it certainly was. Lisa followed her into Sherri's office and asked "Was that a Lexus you were driving?" 

"Yeah, he gave me that when my Kia got stolen" said Sherri suddenly remembering. 

"I didn't know your car was stolen, where was it?" asked Lisa

"My house, we had gone out for the night, and returned finding it missing." said Sherri.

"Girl, he's got it bad for you, you make sure he proposes and don't sign no pre-nuptial agreement." said Lisa walking back to her desk.

Sherri smiled, yes he had it bad for her, and she had it even worse for him. 

She went to work on the draft changes she had made last night, sitting at her Masters desk, wearing a collar to make it official, and little else she remembered. She had just penciled in the changes on the margins, and now she began making them

Carl arrived and talked to the Senior Partner about the Cenotaph account, he briefed him on the situation and the Senior suggested telling the "old man" about it. Carl agreed saying that this was something he should know about. He deferred until later saying "Let me look at what she has, and then I'll take it to him."

The Senior Partner told Carl to relay a good work to Sherri and went back to his own stack of files.

Sherri looked over her final draft, and hit the print button. She added the narrative to the documentation, and prepared it for Carl's attention. She looked at the clock and saw it was just 11am. She put it together and had it on Carl's desk in 15 more minutes. She spent another 30 minutes answering questions, filling him in and explaining her recommendations. They were a little unusual, but took advantage of the Illinois wildlife preservation tax laws, and could be accomplished with a simple covenants provision attached to the property in question. 

Carl agreed and thanked her for her excellent work. He sent out for lunch and spent lunch looking over the files, and reading her narrative. He couldn't just dump it and write one of his own. Everyone knew she was the one who worked the file, and while he could technically do it, he didn't want to. This was too good to do that to, and he suspected she might make Senior Partner before him. Damn, that was some clever legal work, and he was impressed with it. Time to take his own light before the old man, and try and bask in some of her glow. Perhaps if he was lucky, he might make Senior before her. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 05



Mr. Franklin Whitman was in his office, finishing up a phone call to a very important client, oh and friend, who was worried about his corporate letters. He was stressing that with the business growth, he was too exposed liability wise and wondered if he should move the company overseas. 

Franklin saw Carl at his door and waved him in gesturing to the chair that wasn't covered in documents and files, and finished up with his old friend, or client, or whatever.

Carl outlined the situation and handed the folder to Mr. Whitman, and saw Mr. Whitman smile and nod reading the narrative. It was concise, complete, and frankly, just what it was supposed to be. 

"I understand our Ms Chenowith has a new gentleman friend Carl, do you know anything about him?" asked Franklin.

"No Sir, only his name, and he is apparently loaded to the gills." said Carl, "I believe Cheryl my Secretary told me his name was Robert Mason." 

"Yes, that is the name I got too, Robert Mason, also from my Secretary. Apparently the Secretarial Grapevine has loved this one, Ms Chenowith has not only received a Rolex, I am assured retails at $24,000 and some change, but is driving a new Lexus also from this Mr. Mason." 

"A watch and a car, nice." said Carl with a slight nod. "Apparently they are happy together, she had been well dressed and extremely cheerful this week." 

"That's good, a happy employee does good work, and good work should be recognized." said Franklin admitting that this was very good work. Sherri had even considered the Public Relations value and who to get to monitor the Bird Sanctuary for free. God Damn that was lawyer like thinking. 

"Do you think she would be insulted or otherwise made uncomfortable if I invited her new romantic interest and her to dinner to celebrate this coup Carl?" asked Franklin. His goal was twofold. First, by giving her the credit and fruits of her labor, Franklin would encourage her to keep good work like this coming. Second, it would give him a chance to meet this Robert Mason who was apparently loaded, and would need a firm to take care of his taxes, and why not the firm where his Girlfriend was respected and lauded by her superiors. 

"No Sir, I believe such an invitation would be quite welcome." said Carl. 

Franklin glanced at his watch, a Bulova, and then said "It's after two, she should be in her office, let's go down and congratulate her and I'll invite her to dinner. Oh and Carl, this was excellent work on your part. You recognized the potential and supervised it with due attention to detail." Franklin knew Carl would want an invitation, and figured he would settle for the recognition. Carl was a good grunt work guy, but not too inventive.

Carl beamed at the compliment, he had gotten some of the limelight after all. 

Sherri was looking at another file, she had gotten a letter from the County Tax assessor of another client and was researching the decision to see if it was warranted or not, it looked warranted, however she was checking to see if the tax value had gone up around the county, or just with her client.

She looked up when Carl came in ushering Mr. Whitman to a chair before her. She stood and greeted him, as her Master had instructed her to do, and then sat with him. 

"Sherri, I wanted to tell you what a good job that was on the Cenotaph thing." Mr. Whitman told her.

"Thank you sir, I wanted to see the site in my head, and used Google to show me where it was, I saw it crossed the demonstrated State line, and then the rest fell into place." she demurely told him.

"As a token of my appreciation for such fine work, I would like to invite you, and forgive me, but the rumor mill says you have a new boyfriend, and him, to dinner at the Country Club tonight. They do a lovely Prime Rib on Thursday night." 

Sherri was very surprised, she hadn't expected a personal visit, and damn sure hadn't hoped to be dining at the Country Club, what she had hoped for was to be tied up and whipped to a furious level of arousal, but that could wait. "Certainly sir, I'll call Robert and make sure he's free, I don't think he has any plans though." she said.

"Great, let me know if he can make it, and if he can't please come yourself. My wife would love to meet you." said Franklin, rising and taking his leave. Sherri saw him to the door and then called Robert on her Cell Phone. "We have been invited to dinner at the Country Club at 7:30 by the Founding Partner, if you can make it, the invitation is for us, if not, then I am still invited." 

Robert smiled and said "Sure we can make it, please let the Founding Partner, Mr. Whitman know that we will meet him for drinks at 7. Oh, Sherri, you are going to want to leave at 4:30 to get ready."

"Do I have anything to wear? I don't know what to wear to a Country Club dinner." said Sherri, giving voice to her fears.

"Sure, I'll put a leash and nipple clamps on you and you'll look fine. Don't worry, I know what to do, and yes, we have cloths for this. What do you think the training was for? So you could pass without any social errors. I wasn't planning on doing it yet, but the Country Club will be fine, trust your Master." Robert said. 

Sherri smiled, glanced around and whispered "Yes Master" and rung off.

She told Lisa she was leaving early, had dinner with the boss at 7:30. She told Carl that she was leaving early to go get ready for the Dinner, she smiled at him and thanked him for taking it to Mr. Whitman. 

She put in another two hours, and then practically ran down the stairs to the front of the building and walked quickly to her car and rushed home to her Master. She was excited, and proud, and wanted to hug and thank him. Perhaps he would let her suck him before dinner, kind of an appetizer. She smiled at the thought. Her whole life was completely changed, and she didn't know where to begin to understand it all. She was happy, success was approaching the door, and she was in love. Now she was dining at a Country Club with the Founding Partner and her Master. Not even one week and already she was moving up that ladder. 

Sherri suddenly realized something, she was moving up the ladder, and it led away from here, away from him. Would he come to New York, or Chicago, or LA with her? Would he leave his businesses for her? Would they have time, she knew the attorneys at those big firms put in 50 or 60 hours a week instead of the 40 or 45 she normally put in. Would they have time to enjoy themselves as they had been? 

She decided that to worry about this now, when no offers of any job anywhere was stupid, and she should do as instructed, trust her Master. He loved her, and she loved him. She knew she would never be sent away from him.

Sherri rushed to the house, to her Master and found him in her room picking her clothing for her. She fell to her knees and said "Thank you Master, you have made your slave very proud" she had been wanting to thank him properly all afternoon and had chosen those words as proper to her Master.

"Slave, you did the work, all I did was set up the test. You earned this recognition." said Robert touching her cheek. 

Sherri looked hungrily at his crotch, and he smiled "Later my slave" then he said in a more commanding tone "You have work to do, now get showered and wash and condition your hair. We need to leave in an 90 minutes to get there on time." 

Sherri jumped up and rushed into her bathroom, leaving the door open as her instructions demanded. She felt no shame, he knew her intimately and knew all of her. She showered and did as instructed, making sure to shave herself, both her legs, and her pubic region. She loved the sight of her nude pussy, it was wonderful, and she loved when she looked down and saw his eyebrows poking up. 

She came out and began working her hair, standing nude before the mirror. Robert came and helped her, and laid out her undergarments. She put the thong and bra on, then the slip he had gotten her. She put the makeup on, foundation, easy on with a touch of blush, and of course, lipstick. She was nervous, but she knew her Master would take care of things. She put on her stockings, she wasn't allowed pantyhose. She then put on her dress and her shoes. She had 15 minutes left to prepare. Robert began talking and told her what to expect. 

"First we will have drinks in the bar waiting for dinner to be served at 7:30, it's Thursday, so they will serve Prime Rib as the entree of choice. Have a glass of wine before dinner, wine with dinner is fine, the red they serve is usually ok, not great, but ok, and after dinner if there are drinks, choose a small sherry. The conversation will be light, nothing major, act like you belong, and people assume you do." Robert told her as he put his jacket on.

Sherri saw he was wearing a suit similar to the one he wore that Saturday he saved her life. It was a dark blue pinstripe, with a bright blue tie over a white shirt. He looked handsome and she loved him for taking this effort for her. 

"Master, I will try and not embarrass you." she said. 

"Sherri, you will be fine, these people are all phonies. You will see, there will be a couple Julia Roberts wannabe types, a couple Meg Ryan types, and other women who will try and be someone else. Jennifer Lopez was popular a year ago, everyone had big hair and exposed cleavage." Robert replied.

"You've been to the Country Club Master?" Sherri asked.

"Yes, I'm a member, usually I go on Sunday for the Brunch, they do a nice layout. I occasionally play golf, and will agree to play a round with the Senior Partner, and he'll win." Robert said. 

Sherri smiled, knowing he was doing it for her. "You shouldn't lose Master, you should beat him." 

"No, I don't play enough to be in good practice, and on the course I'll agree to send some business to him. It's the way they do business." Robert said escorting her to his car. 

They drove to the Country Club and Sherri felt good. Robert had assured her it would be fine, and she knew it would be, because he said it would. He had earned her trust. 

They arrived and Robert checked them in at the desk, and they went to the bar and Sherri took a small glass of wine from the waiter. Robert began talking to her. 

"OK, now you see, the men all have suits on, we men are happy to look the same, it means we didn't screw it up." Robert told her.

Sherri giggled a bit and nodded her understanding.

"So the women on the other hand, hate it if they are wearing the same dress as someone else, and they always wear dresses here. No one will be wearing your dress, it's been imported from Italy, and won't be available here for some time." Robert told her "Look around, and you will see all the Women are basically Gold diggers, they are here because their boyfriends or husbands are here, and they are designed to be eye candy. They have about as much conversational ability as the bar stool." 

Sherri looked around, lot's of blonds, leggy, tall, and with large bosoms. Several Julia Roberts wannabe types, and two who looked vaguely like Meg Ryan. "Is it me, or does Julia have a huge following here?"

"It's not you, it's the same everywhere. In New York you will see dozens of them at every function." Robert replied

Sherri spotted Mr. Whitman enter and pointed him out gracefully using the techniques taught to her by Robert. Mr. Whitman spotted her then too and waved and escorted a woman who must be his wife. 

"Sherri, glad to see you made it, and this must be Robert Mason." said Franklin extending his hand "I'm Franklin Whitman." 

"Yes Sir, and you must be the famous founding partner I have heard so much about." Robert took his hand and they shook like long lost friends. 

The rest of the introductions were performed, Robert shook hands with Mrs. Whitman, and then Sherri followed his lead, shaking hands and saying how pleased she was to meet her. 

"I was worried that you hadn't made it, the desk man didn't show that my guests had arrived." said Franklin next. 

"My fault sir, I'm a member too, and just checked us in myself. I apologize for causing you the concern." Robert said.

"Oh, well if you're a member, then I expect to be bumping into you here more often." said Franklin 

Sherri was amazed as she watched Robert stroking him like a pro, smoothed over any minor thing with a calm and charming manner. Sure enough she thought, he will be golfing with Franklin next week like they are long lost friends. Sherri suddenly felt dirty, like this was something she shouldn't be doing. She was watching the Founding Partner schmooze her boyfriend, no her Master, so a firm of mediocre lawyers could earn a living doing the taxes of one of his businesses. 

Sherri pushed the feeling away, this is how business is done. They finished their drinks and went into dinner. 

Dinner was excellent. She didn't make any mistakes she was aware of, she used the right fork, and the right glass all the way through. She listened to the conversation, Robert was fairly vague about his businesses, however he told her something important. 

"I may be looking you up Franklin, my security company just landed the contract for exterior security of NASA's Houston facility." Robert said, "We just got the word this afternoon, it was announced and we have three months to pick it up." He turned to Sherri "Sorry love, but I'm going to have to leave you for a few days in a week or two." 

Sherri was happy he got the contract, but devastated at the thought of being away from him for a week. Could she do it? Two weeks ago, she didn't know he existed, a week ago, she was disappointed he hadn't called and asked for a date, now she was terrified of him leaving her for a few days. She raised her glass and congratulated him for winning the contract.

"Looking us up? I guess the interstate regulations and interlocking income laws could be problematic." Franklin allowed, and Sherri swore she saw dollar signs in his eyes. 

"Possibly, I don't know enough to even ask for advice yet, but in a week or two I should know more." Robert said. 

The Mayor stopped by the table and shook hands, first with Robert Sherri noted, and then with Franklin. He was introduced around and informed of the reason for the dinner. He congratulated Sherri and hoped to be hearing more about her. The mayor then excused himself and moved to another table of the powerful people whom he would need to support his re-election campaign.

Sherri forced herself to keep from rolling her eyes. 

Dinner ended and they took drinks in the bar. They toasted Sherri's coup, and Roberts success. Robert wished Franklin success with the new account. "I am sure that the company will be in contact with you all soon if you saved them as much as you told me." Robert said.

They parted company and Robert took her to the valet parking stand and waited for the car. Franklin hadn't come out yet, and Sherri wondered why. 

In the car she finally asked. "Why didn't they come out right after us?" asked Sherri, "I thought they were leaving too." 

"Right now Franklin is pumping the Membership board folks for all the information on me that he can get. He won't get as much as he thinks he is, but he will learn a little." Robert told her. "The little that the membership board knows is what I don't mind people knowing about me." 

"And that is?" asked Sherri curious.

"He will find I own the Security Company we talked about, Luxury Limo, and three other business interests that the membership board knows about." Robert said smiling. "Nothing I don't mind people knowing." 

"Master, why do you keep so much hidden from everyone?" she asked.

"The more people know, the better they think they know you. They push you for everything. Support this candidate, donate to that man, consider running for office, right this wrong." Robert said. "You saw the Mayor, he couldn't wait to shake my hand and let me know he remembered me. He was just inches from asking for another donation to his campaign." 

"I hate to admit this, but since Saturday Morning, I haven't felt dirty until now." Sherri said softly.

Robert looked at her and said softly "Babe, you are going to have to get used to them, because they are everywhere. People like that run the country, and people like that run just about every business."

"So once you get to that level, you have to be phony?" asked Sherri.

"No, I'm not, I schmooze them sure, but do what I think is right." said Robert. "There are a few others, and I know them, and they know me. We have a circle of sorts, a kind of underground moral business mans group." he laughed.

Sherri laughed softly and shook her head. 

"It's ok, you play the game, make a small difference here and there, and you do what you can." Robert told her.

They arrived home, and Sherri joined him on the driveway, and then followed him inside. They entered the house and stared at each other for a moment. Sherri nodded and said the one thing that she knew he wanted to hear. "Yes Master". 

Robert took her into his arms, and kissed her. She grabbed his head and drug him down on top of her. She needed him now. She spread her legs as he ran his hand up her thigh, up inside of her dress and slip. The panties came off in a single pull, straps dangling broken and torn. She struggled to get him out of his jacket and tie, needing him naked against her. Needing to feel him pull her bare body to his. In a minute, they were both naked, her bra having been tossed over the couch. They were on the floor feeling the passion and feeling each other. He pounded her, and she worried about carpet burns on her back. In another minute, she wasn't worried about he carpet burns as her orgasm gripped her.

After he had climaxed himself, he picked her up and carried her naked form upstairs to his bed. They made slow and passionate love for quite some time, and then fell asleep exhausted and spent. 



Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 06



This is a continuing work of fiction, all names and places are fictional, any relation to any real person or place, real or imagined, is purely accidental.

*

Friday morning started as usual with the alarm, they skipped the workout and went straight for the shower. The night had been a late one when work comes early. 

Sherri lathered him up and washed him lovingly. This part of her morning ritual, washing her Master was becoming important to her, she cherished the intimacy and the feeling of sensual erotic pleasure. 

Friday is casual day unless you have a meeting with a client. Sherri had no meeting so Robert sent her off in a tan pair of trousers, and a bright red and white striped rugby shirt. 

Sherri smiled and said good morning to Lisa who again noted the presence of the goofy grin. Damn, this Robert Mason was one enthusiastic son of a gun. 

Sherri started working on the file she had left open on Thursday. Lisa popped into her office with some letters and such and then said quietly. "Girl, your man is the talk of the office." 

Sherri looked up the obvious question on her face. "What?"

"Sherri, old man Whitman told his secretary about last night. Excellent suit, great silk tie, perfect manners, and extremely handsome." she said looking over her shoulder and lowering her voice. "He wants to find out what he can to get the business right? So far he's found out he owns a Limo service, the Security thing, and two strip clubs in St. Louis. There are rumors he owns a couple other things, something vague, mostly service industry stuff. Word is he may be the man who funded the Municipal Bond issue and bought all the bonds. That is $25 Million plus interest tax free. If it's true, your man is one big fish for the firm to land." 

Lisa gave Sherri a knowing look and left the office. 

Sherri was scared, the firm was practically investigating and if they were, would they find out he was former foreign legion, and if so what would that mean. Would his previous identity become known or a problem?

She called Robert and told him what was going on during lunch. 

Robert laughed, and said "Sherri, that is all they can find out." Robert assured her. "It's all that there is. If they search back, they find I pop up on radar some 12 years ago, and they can't find anything else out. If they called the Legion, they would be given the cold shoulder. If they are on a first name basis with the French President, they would find that they can't learn anything. Relax, they can't find anything to harm me, or you." 

Sherri relaxed some and went back to work. Carl popped in after 2pm. "Sherri, how are you, how was dinner?" he asked. 

"It was great Carl, was expecting to meet with you later for the Friday meeting." she said.

"Oh skip that, we know what you did this week, and we are all very pleased with it." Carl said gregariously. 

"Ok, that would be fine, and thanks." said Sherri.

"Mr. Whitman and I were talking, and he told me about your boyfriends new contract, and congratulations are definitely in order, and asked me to ask you to relay a message. He wanted to let Mr. Mason know that the Firm was ready to assist him in any way possible in dealing with any issues on this new contract of his, or any other legal work that would arise with his business." said Carl somewhat uncomfortably.

"I'll relay that to Robert for you." said Sherri somewhat unsure of what was being discussed.

"I know you worked long and hard on the Cenotaph thing, why not take the rest of the day off, and spend some quality time with that boyfriend." said Carl. 

Oh shit Sherri thought, They hope I screw Robert so well he will become a client. 

"OK, well thanks, and I think I will." Sherri said her voice a little quieter now.

"See you Monday Sherri, and give my best to Robert, am looking forward to meeting him, we can schedule a lunch next week OK?" said Carl leaving her office. 

Sherri had tears in her eyes all the way home. She didn't call, just walked into the house with eyes brimming with tears.

She walked up the stairs and saw Robert on the phone in his office. He looked up and saw her. He told whomever it was to take care of things and call if there is a problem, have to go.

He stood and reached for her and she broke down crying on his shirt, and weeping inconsolably. 

Robert kept kissing her head and telling her it was OK. 

"They want me to fuck you and want me to make you happy, and sent me home to you so you will be a client and they just prostituted me." Sherri sobbed into his chest. 

"Slowly now, settle down, tell me what happened." Robert said. 

"I was sent home early, a reward for my work. Your name is all over the office and your businesses are as well. They are drooling over a chance to sign you as a client, and sent me home to spend quote quality time end quote with you." She said more calmly. 

Robert laughed, and said "Welcome to the world of business my love." 

"I don't like it, and I don't like feeling this way." she said. 

"Sherri your firm isn't real different than any other, they are all hoping to get new clients." said Robert

Sherri held him and considered that answer. Part of her knew it was true, and hated it. Part of her thought it couldn't be true, and felt hopelessly naive for daring to think it might not be true.

Robert then said "Why don't you go down by the pool, I have a few things to finish up here, and will be down in a bit, or you can sit in the office and watch me read and make phone calls or you can do whatever you want for now OK?"

Sherri was calmer now, but still felt dirty, she had all night since the dinner with old man Whitman. She didn't like the way the firm members were slobbering all over the place dreaming of getting some of his money, she didn't like being sent out to fuck him so he would be a good client. She went to her room and changed into a modest bikini and went downstairs to get some sun, perhaps a little time relaxing would make her feel better.

Robert watched her for a moment, and then sat and considered for a while. Sherri was not going to make it in New York unless she toughed up a bit. Sex and power went together like coffee and cream in the business world. The only thing people cared about in the business world was who could you fuck, and who did you fuck, the Hollywood starlets being the pinnacle of power apparently. Robert didn't play that game, he played a different one. He was a regular guy, who had money. He couldn't save the world, but he could make a small difference here and there, pay his people well, treat them well, and back them when they were right, damn the political or liability issues. Among his other things, Robert bought and sold houses, usually as an Owner Finance for what is about the prime rate 5 or 6% flat rate, no adjustable nothing. He was even known to occasionally forgive a couple payments if a family had a problem. Dad broke his leg and can't work, no problem, forget the next payment or two, and then when you get back on your feet let us know. 

Sherri lay in the sun and tried to think. Was this what the big world was really like? Was this what she was supposed to want? To find her a rich man who can help her career and make her bosses happy? Someone she could fuck in more than one way?

Robert stopped by the pool and said "Hey Sherri, feeling better?" 

"Yeah, it's just not what I expected." she said in a voice that wasn't dead, but didn't have much life.

"Yeah, well take the night off, relax and try to remain calm. Tomorrow morning, you have an appointment. The car leaves at 7:30 to take you to it." Robert told her.

"Appointment? What appointment?" she asked.

"It's a surprise, trust me, you won't be sent off to do something horrible, you might even like it." said Robert.

Sherri narrowed her eyes, and then relaxed. He hadn't forced her to do anything yet, and since he was the one with the evidence, he was the one she had to obey.

"You are the Master, and I am the blackmailed" she answered and looked away.

Robert nodded, she was very angry down inside, which is why he had given her the night off. Nothing compulsory, nothing that she HAD to do. Tomorrow morning she would be taken, and hopefully enjoy herself. 

Sherri considered, she was as free as he let her be, and she might as well enjoy her night off, and whatever he had planned for tomorrow, there wasn't much she could do to stop it, so again, relax and enjoy. She loved him, but she was unhappy today, that was all she knew, and it wasn't his fault. 

Robert was reading a book in his office when Sherri walked in and said to him "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that outside." 

"Sherri, you had a bad shock today, that is all, and you needed time and space to get yourself together. I understand, that is part of my job, to see what you need, and give it to you." Robert said. "I love you, you know that, and you know I won't push you beyond the point you are comfortable with."

Sherri nodded and sat in the chair "I don't want to be alone tonight. I don't want to fuck you for them, but.." she ended. 

Robert smiled, a night off would be nice he decided. "How about we relax tonight watch some mindless entertainment, and snuggle and eat popcorn." 

Sherri smiled, she needed a night of snuggling and bad TV. She would like to snuggle with her Master. "Yes Master, that would be nice." she said with a smile. He did know her, and gave her just what she needed.

Robert nodded, rose and took her arm. They ate dinner in the entertainment room with it's big screen TV, and watched DVD's for a while. They munched on popcorn, and sat slumped next to each other. 

Sherri was happy, well not sad any more. She was still troubled by the firms attitude, but didn't know what to do about it. She decided to reconsider her plans, and that meant talking to her Master about it. He was training her, preparing her, to be able to turn heads with her looks, and amaze them with her mind.

Robert made sure any contact with her was supportive and encouraging without any sexual connotations. He wanted her mind intact, breaking a mind was easy, an frankly a waste of time. Prisoners in Solitary Confinement could last for years, unless their mind broke from the lack of interaction, and then they would literally die in days from the bodies reaction to the insanity. Robert wondered how long Sherri would last in such circumstances. Her resistance would power her for a while, but he had recognized her on Saturday, she was nearly to the breaking point, and that was why he had such an easy time on Sunday. She now instinctively wanted to please him, and that was what he wanted. Compliant but not a robot. A robot would stand and take any insult you hurled at it, and never give you their hearts, or minds. They would obey because the alternative was pain and agony. The humiliation would be minor compared to the punishments, and that wasn't what Robert had in mind for his slave. He wanted her to choose to obey because she was happy doing so. 

He considered a story from Germany, where a girl had been kidnapped, and kept in a cage for years, trained to obey or be punished. She was a prisoner, and had no choice eventually but to obey. She did her duty, never wanting to, saying what she felt she had to in order to prevent the pain of punishment. One day her keeper turned his back for one minute while she was washing the car, and she was gone in a flash running for all she was worth. That was why Robert wanted to accomplish with Sherri the level of devotion that Lady K and the Bald Slave had shown towards their Master. They loved him, and would do anything for him. Robert knew he had a lot of work to do, if she was freed from the blackmail now, she would go home and decide this was all a bad dream, and never return to him. 

Robert enjoyed the Will Smith movie Hitch with Sherri, and they laughed together as Will had a food allergy, and all the other pitfalls he endured. Robert liked Will Smith, he was one of the few Hollywood stars that didn't take himself so seriously that he would not endure self effacing comedy. A sufficient ego, but not one that needed shoring up by yes men and sycophants. 

They retired upstairs and fell asleep in each others arms, Robert made no move towards her, instead forcing himself to be patient, and wait. She would come to him when she was ready, and that was enough.

Sherri woke to the alarm just after 6am. She thought of her Master, Robert and realized she did love him, he continued to be the first thought she had in the morning. 

She got up and went to exercise and was stopped. "No, just get ready to go out, get some breakfast, they won't feed you until lunch." Robert said from the bed. 

Sherri asked "Who won't feed me, where am I going?" 

"It's a surprise, and you will enjoy it." he replied.

Sherri rolled her eyes, and went to start coffee returning to her room to shower and dress. This was annoying. She dressed in the clothing he had laid out the night before, and she went outside at 7:20 to find another Chauffer waiting for her with a new Lincoln Town car. "Hello" she greeted him.

"Yes Ma'am, good Morning, Are you Ms. Chenowith?" asked the Driver.

"Yes, how do you do?" she asked.

"Fine Ma'am, I'm Brian, and I'm to take you to the Spa." said Brian.

"Spa, I'm going to a spa?" asked Sherri getting into the car.

Brian closed the door and went to the drivers door. He got in and started to drive away. "Yes ma'am, I'm taking you to the Spa, and then Tony will get you later." he said.

Sherri considered, she was going to a spa to have herself treated today. "When were you told to do this?" she asked.

"Ma'am I was assigned this job Thursday, Mabel told me I was being trusted with it." Brian told her as he drove the car. 

"Thursday? So he didn't set this up yesterday?" she asked confused.

"No ma'am, I was told Thursday, I am to take you to the Spa, and then go get my next assignment, and spend the day with them. I don't know when he planned this Ma'am, maybe Mabel knows." he offered helpfully. Apparently all answers to things he didn't know resided with Mabel. If Mabel didn't share with him, it seemed to be fine with him. 

They arrived at the Spa and the driver hustled around and opened the door. "Here you go Ma'am, will you be needing anything else?"

"No thanks, and give Mabel my regards will you?" said Sherri deciding to play along like she and this Mabel were old friends.

"Yes Ma'am, I'll be sure to do that, you have a good time here OK?" and with that he got in the drivers seat and drove off.

Sherri walked in and checked in at the desk. "Hi, I'm Sherri Chenowith, I believe I have an appointment." 

The woman didn't consult her list she just said "Yes Ma'am, please come with me." walking down to a door where she ushered Sherri through to a hallway. "Your room is here, and Denise will be in for you in a few minutes. Put this on and we can begin." said the woman who handed her a pink wraparound thing. 

Sherri wondered about this all, and decided to play along, there really wasn't much else she could do. She put the pink wraparound on and waited. She spent the next several hours in bliss. She was massaged, full body massage with fragrant oils, no less. She was showered, waxed, buffed, and then she had her hair washed and styled while she got a manicure and a first for her, a pedicure. Everyone took time to explain what they were doing, and why. She then got a full facial, and had her makeup session with a make up artist. She spent the time learning what worked with what. What colors went well with her skin tone, and how to use makeup to accentuate her beauty. The artist was very specific on this point, she was very good looking, good cheekbones and needed very little make up to look like it takes most women all day to appear. 

Sherri then dressed in the clothing which was waiting for her. Denise had said "Mr. Mason left these for you and indicated they would be desired." Denise showed no emotion while saying this. 

Sherri dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked gorgeous and she knew that he had arraigned all of this. 

She stepped outside into the light and put the sunglasses she had been given on. Robert was waiting for her near another Town Car with a different driver. He looked awesome in that dark blue suit, white shirt, tie. She realized they looked wonderful, and wonderful together. 

Robert kissed her gently on the head and took her into the car. "Ok Tony, I guess we are ready for the next stop." Robert told the driver.

"Yes Sir." said the driver taking them out of the lot easily.

In 15 minutes they were at a photographers studio, and Sherri was posed individually, and then with Robert for a series of pictures. She looked at the Digital prints, before the photographer had a chance to really work on them, and they were very good. She looked lovely, he looked handsome, and together, they looked like a very happy couple. Sherri felt a tear in her eye, she had never imagined she could look like this, that she could look so happy with anyone.

Robert took her hand and said "We can go home if you have had enough, or we can go to dinner and enjoy a fine meal together." 

"I think I would like some dinner." she answered.

They got in the car's backseat, and Robert told the driver "Tony, I believe it will be dinner next." 

The driver nodded, and they departed as smoothly as a professional driver should. 

Robert turned to Sherri and said "Tony is one of the last original employees of the limo company I bought. He was a big help in understanding the business, and when we get a new driver, I ask that Tony or one of the other old hands train them to perform as we would like them to."

Sherri turned to Tony and said "How long have you been driving cars?"

"Ma'am, I been driving since I was 16 and driving cars for other people since I was 19 and got a job chauffeuring around an old retired couple. Met my wife there, she was the maid and cook. We been married ever since." Tony said.

"Tony is also Mabel's Father." Robert told Sherri.

"Mabel, who threatens everyone with bodily harm for a mistake?" asked Sherri not believing this.

"Yes Ma'am, that is her. Takes after her Mama that way." said Tony with a smile.

"I'm surprised you didn't make Tony the manager." said Sherri.

"I tried to, but he wouldn't take the job, said he was a driver, and was good at that. Then he told me he had a daughter who had graduated from business school, and was available as a manager." Robert said. "Tony then told me she had a little temper problem, but all in all was a good girl." 

"Yes Sir, she does have a temper, but she sure is a good girl." said Tony. "Never been in no trouble, don't steal, don't lie, and won't tolerate none of that." 

"So I talked to her, and found she was available because her last three jobs ended when she threatened to kick someone ass for screwing up." said Robert with his own smile. "I hired her, and told her if she kicked someone's ass, let me know so I could fix it, and don't do it too often." 

"So did she ever do something?" Sherri asked.

"Oh yes, about a week later, one of the drivers, a big guy, bigger than I was, called her a dyke bitch and she kicked his ass all over the garage area." Robert said laughing. "She had him crying like a schoolboy getting a whipping before she was done." 

"He didn't think she would do it, thought she was bluffing, and thought he could teach her a lesson." said Tony "I knew better, I am married to her Mama, and knew she had a mean streak if you made her mad." 

"So I get the call that she done kicked a scrawny little shits ass, and she was letting me know like she agreed to." continued Robert. "I get there, and this guy is in an ambulance talking to the cops, I get the story and talk to him myself. Paid his medical bills, and gave him some money to shut up and not press charges." 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 06



Tony said "I don't think he really wanted to see the cops try and arrest her, Before you got there he was talking about how it's a mistake and all." 

"Yeah, so I paid him, and he decided to quit his job and work elsewhere, someplace safer was his desire. I talked to the cops and informed them that Mabel would have 20 witnesses that he started the fight, and an excellent attorney if she was arrested. Further, I assured them that the Attorney would beat them to the station to arrange bail and have the paperwork finished before they were done booking her. The cops decided to treat this as a minor incident, since no one wanted charges pressed, and let it drop." Robert finished the story.

"You kept her on after that?" Sherri asked astounded.

"She tried to quit, but I talked her out of it knowing she would have to do that again, the men knew she was in charge, and knew she wasn't bluffing. The old timers like Tony here tell the new drivers about it, and they don't give Mabel any lip." said Robert.

"Why did he call her a dyke bitch?" asked Sherri.

"My daughter is a good girl, but decided some 15 years ago she was a Lesbian, and since she is a little heavy I guess you would say, she doesn't hide it." Tony told her.

"When you meet her, you will understand, she is 6'2, about 250lbs, black as midnight, with bleach blond hair, and wears leather vests." said Robert. "She is also entirely honest, keeps accurate records, makes sure the clients are happy, and doesn't bother me with trivialities. I pay her a salary plus bonuses based on profit. It's a good deal all the way around."

Sherri looked at him disbelieving. No business man would hire such an outlandish character because they were honest. Honesty couldn't be that rare a trait could it? Sherri considered her own experience this week, and wondered how rare a trait it was. 

Dinner was in a 4 Star Restaurant. It was very good, and Robert explained the attraction of Mabel at dinner, after asking the waiter to make sure a plate got taken to his driver. "Mabel is honest, tough, fair, and solves problems, more than she creates. She won't lie for or about anyone. She won't ever cheat. That is more rare than you might think. She was the second choice, the first was a highly recommended guy, who it turns out was tied to the mob, and they wanted in. I wanted them out, and when I fired him told him to take the following message back. I won't pay, but I will give addresses to my Drivers so they can take the clients to good clean entertainment. In other words, high end madams and call girls." 

"The Mob, in St. Louis?" asked Sherri confused.

"Sure, the Mob is nothing more than organized crime. They bribe cops and politicians, take money from businesses for protection. They rob and burn, do other crimes. I didn't want them in, and didn't want to pay, so I came up with a deal for them. My clients may want some female companionship, and if so, there is no reason not to recommend a mob operation for that." Robert told her.

"Carl told me you run a couple, strip clubs, but I guess it would be called entertainment right?" asked Sherri.

"Yes, I own two clubs. Charlene runs the one near the airport, high end clientele, and the other is run by Frank. Same situation as with Mabel, they are honest, and not connected to the mob." he told her. "The airport club has girls dancing the other has men dancing. That is where most of the problems arise." 

"You own a male strip club?" asked Sherri astounded.

"Sure, why not? Why can't women go out and gaze at some beefcake?" he answered with a smile.

Sherri shook her head, this was some strange fellow. "Would you show me the clubs?" she asked curious.

"If you would like, I figured a walk along the river, and then home, but we can do that instead." said Robert.

Sherri nodded, she wanted to understand him better, and perhaps this would help.

After dinner they went outside and Robert asked Tony "Did you get something to eat?"

"Yes Sir, thank you." Tony replied.

Robert nodded apparently satisfied. "OK, the lady would like to see the clubs I own, should we start at the Airport Lounge? I think the riot needs a little more time to get going at the Beefcake Grill to be entertaining." 

"Sir, I don't think I will be going into the Beefcake Grill, those women are insane. They had to call extra security last night." Tony said.

"Sherri at the Airport lounge, the men look like a pack of lions waiting for a limping gazelle to fall out of the pack. At the Beefcake Grill, the women are screaming, hollering, and often get a bit out of control." Robert said.

"You are joking right?" said Sherri

"I wish I was, we have lot's of security people who don't want to work the grill for that reason. It's the biggest headache I have." Robert told her.

They arrived at the Airport Lounge, and the parking lot was full of expensive cars Sherri saw. Robert told her "Most of the dancers are college kids, some grad students, and about half are single mothers, the traditional cut of the club is 50% of the tips, I only take a third of what they make dancing." he sighed. "I wouldn't take any, but the club can't pay for itself and the security and the DJ without some of the girls money. It just doesn't break even on drinks and cover charges." 

The doorman waved them through, apparently he knew Robert which made sense, everyone knows the owner right? Sherri was shocked. On the stage was a tall leggy blond hanging upside down from a vertical brass pole, like a firehouse poll, wearing nothing but a very small G-string, which had money stuffed into the straps. 

Robert waved to the bar, and then sat in a booth in the back. Sherri looked around, and much as had been described were the men, the cords on the backs of their necks were standing out they were staring so hard. Sherri laughed at the analogy earlier, but they did vaguely resemble a pack of lions waiting for the lame Gazelle to fall back from the pack. 

She turned her attention to Robert who wasn't watching the show, he was watching her, and the bar. The barman came over bringing a cup of coffee for Robert and to ask for Sherri's order. 

"Coffee?" she asked.

"Sure thing" and he was gone. 

"No, I was asking, you drink coffee here?" she asked.

"Yes, because here I'm the boss, and here I have to be in charge, and in control of myself and those around me." Robert told her.

She watched the next dancer, who did the strip to a Bon-Jovi piece. Pour some sugar on me. Sherri wondered what this place made, and remembered him saying he took less from the girls than was standard. Robert apparently decided that profit took a backseat. What had he said? Oh yeah a moral businessman's association. Underground kind of thing. 

She watched the shows and talked to the girls who stopped by. They would confirm what Robert said, their "stage name" and general information about them. One was a PhD candidate who was paying for her grad studies "bouncing her tits around" which gave her time to study. Sherri met a girl who was taking care of her son by dancing for dollars. 

Robert treated them all the same, always respectfully, always with interest. 

After a couple hours, they left and joined Tony in the parking lot. They got in and left heading for the Beefcake grill. Sherri considered what Robert had told her. Security takes care of the girls, makes sure they are treated like Ladies. No one touches the girls, no one gets out of hand. The girls are escorted to their cars and taught to watch for someone tailing them. Never give a real name, it's an invitation to a stalker, or worse. She was glad she didn't live that life, and she was glad that Robert did what he could for them. 

Sherri saw they were arriving at the next club, and Robert seemed to steel his spine. "I actually hate this joint, not because the men are the dancers, but because we have to turn the sprinklers on too often to break up a crowd before the riot gets started." 

Sherri thought he was joking, and then saw the scene in the club. The doorman had just waved them in, and Sherri's eyes saw the crowd. "Oh My God." The women in the club were nearly out of control, they were yelling and screaming, reaching for the dancer, who was nearly naked bouncing just out of reach. 

Robert took a similar booth in the back, far from the action. "It's always the same, and a real pain in the ass." but he relaxed and looked at the scene. "Should have brought a gun, this place is dangerous." 

Sherri watched the crowd and then the show. The "Pool Boy" was next and apparently had an extra long pole to get those hard to reach places. Sherri shook her head and blushed slightly, and Robert shook his and smiled. The crowd on the other hand, went insane with more shouting and screaming. 

An hour later, they were both ready to leave, and escaped the insanity. Robert had talked to Frank, the Manager, and instructed him to keep some semblance of control, try to avoid the sprinklers. Use them if needed. 

In the car Tony chuckled and asked if the Riot Police were on the way. 

Robert shook his head "Not yet, but from the looks of it, we need to water down the drinks more." 

Sherri was astounded. She had never known women could behave like that. 

They rode home in silence, and Sherri found herself holding Roberts hand. She loved him, and she knew how happy she was with him. She looked at the rough digital print of the pictures they had posed for, and felt right with him.

They got home, Tony received the wad of cash and thanks for his tip reluctantly. He seemed embarrassed to get the money, and said it wasn't required. Robert sent him on his way with a keep it.

Sherri walked into the house and waited for him, when he came in he found her kneeling before him awaiting her orders. 

"Master, your slave has not been attending to you, and is sorry." He had shown her a great day, and night, and she was sorry she had blown up Friday. 

Robert walked to her and stood before her. "My Slave is new, and isn't expected to be perfect, I am a forgiving and compassionate Master, and won't hold it against you." 

Sherri nodded and then said. "Not even a spanking?"

Robert smiled and said "I think we can manage that." 

In a few minutes, Sherri was nude, suspended from the chains, with her legs spread wide, and starting her torture. Robert placed small light clips on her breasts, and then placed clothespins on the sensitive skin under her breasts. She cried in pain, and then got the gag. The red ball this time. Robert lightly whipped her lightly, enough to arouse and entice, not enough to hurt, pain was taken care of by the cloths pins. Sherri squirmed and writhed. Robert worked her back, her stomach, her thighs, and her ass with the whip. Walking around her slowly he flicked the small whip at irregular intervals. Then he surprised her again, he gently inserted a very thin probe into her ass. She almost snapped her finger, and then relaxed when the vibrating feature turned on. She wiggled at the sensation, and passion flowed through her. Robert released the clothespins and then started whipping again, all while working the extra thin probe, smaller than Sherri's own little finger, in and around her ass. She moaned into the gag, and was extremely aroused. 

Robert whispered into her ear. "The things in this room are for pain, or pleasure, depending on when they are used, and how."

Sherri couldn't respond, her gag was in, but she desperately wanted to have him bend her over something and fuck her pussy until it was raw.

Robert removed the small probe, and then inserted another lubricated item. The smallest anal plug made. Her feet were spread far apart by the bar and shackles, and she accepted the item with some trepidation. Robert worked her arousal up again with his working of her various erogenous zones. Then Robert lowered her hands on the winch and bar. He lowered her and removed on arm and then reconnected it behind her to it after releasing her other arm. He reconnected the second arm to the bar again behind her. 

Sherri was now bent at the waist, suspended from the ceiling by her arms behind her, and then Robert entered her vagina. She was being fucked with a plug in her ass and she was in heaven. She couldn't move much, Robert stroked her and then slapped her ass, and plumbed her depths. She moaned into the gag, and wanted it all. She loved it, she admitted to herself, she loved the dirty feeling, and she wanted even more. 

Robert pulled out and bending released one leg, and then the other and then her wrists. Sherri turned on him and moved towards him. She reached for her gag, not the plug, she wanted to take him. Robert grabbed her hands, and pulled them away, and pulled her towards him as he backed towards the table. He climbed on himself, and she followed and mounted him. She was there, female superior position, nipple chain bouncing and swinging. She was riding him and was full in two holes. Whatever was in the ass, it felt full and stretched and she had an orgasm. It was a wonderful orgasm, not better exactly, but different. Kind of like an ice cream sundae with Hot Fudge isn't really better than one with chocolate syrup, different, sure, but to pick a favorite? She didn't think she could. It was intense and powerful, she threw herself forward and lay across him as she rode the orgasm out. 

She reached for her gag and Robert didn't stop her. She pulled it free, worked her jaw, and said "God that was amazing. How big is that thing in my ass, it feels huge." 

Robert eased her off of him and kissing her back eased the plug out of her ass. He held it up to show her. It was only about as big as his little finger, and made of soft rubber and colored white. "Very small, but it was your first, and in time you can move up to larger, if you want." 

Sherri looked at it amazed, it was greased up slick as could be, and had felt huge, but was very small. Suddenly she shuddered thinking about how it would feel with him ripping his way in. "Your not going to...." she asked without asking.

"No, it would hurt you too bad. Your not ready." Robert told her.

Sherri was glad, and hoped she got to experience more and then finally him. She dropped off the table, and then dropped to her knees. She took his penis which was drying and sucked it hungrily. She needed it. Robert enjoyed the sensation, and watched her happily sucking him. He pulled her up after a couple minutes and laid her down on the table and mounted her again, he hadn't enjoyed his own orgasm, and he wanted to. She rolled her head back and arched her back. He filled her pussy again, and made her feel wonderful again. The passion was intense and she was feeling another orgasm building. The taste, feeling, smells, and sounds were overloading her senses, and she made no effort to pull back from the sensations. 

Robert pumped into her, and then felt her orgasm again, and he didn't break pace, he kept fucking wildly. He plowed into her and thrusting madly maintained his fast pace. Sherri rode the orgasm out and then started begging him to cum, begging him to fuck her, begging him to take her hard. Robert pulled out and she jumped up and threw her mouth on him. She sucked wildly, with abandon, if not much technique, with love. Robert began to jerk his hips and filled her mouth with his semen. She slurped and sucked losing not a drop. It was salty, but it was good to her. It was from him and that was all she wanted. 

Sherri went upstairs, still wearing her wrist bindings, disconnected from the chains, but bound to and with him. She got him hard, and mounted him again, this time he filled her pussy with his orgasm, and she rode three of her own out. He connected the bindings on her wrists, and they fell asleep happy.



Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 07



This is a continuing work of fiction, all names and places are fictional, any relation to any real person or place, real or imagined, is purely accidental.

Sunday morning they woke and Sherri looked into the mirror as she entered the Bathroom and saw what happens when you sweat into makeup and don't wash it off. She gasped and began scrubbing as fast as she could. She used the toilet, put on one of her extremely high cut thong leotards and went downstairs. Robert had coffee going and they poured a cup and entered the exercise room. Robert showed her how to use the Nautilus equipment and the treadmill. He worked on the Stairmaster and the leg press portion of the Nautilus. Sherri worked on a couple of the machines and then tried the Stairmaster and quickly felt the burn of muscles reaching their limit. 

She followed him upstairs and took great pleasure in washing him, and then he surprised her again. "Put on some jeans and a shirt you are comfortable in." he told her instead of laying out her clothing. She went and chose clothing that met his requirements after her shower. 

Downstairs again, her blood ran cold. The breakfast table had the now common fruits and muffins, but there was also guns on the table. 

"OK, since you have quit hiding your face and are dressing attractively, I am concerned that you might be attacked or worse. So I am going to teach you how to defend yourself. First, I'm going to teach you about guns, then we are going to shoot and find one you are comfortable with. Then on Monday, you are going to take a little time and apply for a permit to carry concealed. As an officer of the Court, you are entitled to get one under State Law." 

Sherri stared at the guns, she didn't like them, and told him so. 

"Sherri, like the items downstairs, they are tools, like any tool, they can be used for good or evil. If someone is trying to kill you, and in St. Louis, it's a real possibility, I want you to have a chance to live. That is all these are, chances to live. 

She ate her breakfast unconvinced and dreading the day. "Is this a must do, or do I have a choice in the matter?" 

"I won't demand you carry, I will suggest in the strongest terms that you get the permit, but that is your choice too. I will insist you learn basic safety of firearms, and ask that you learn how to shoot." he replied.

Sherri shuddered and said "I really don't like them." she said.

"Sherri, have you ever heard of a Curb Bite?" asked Robert.

"No, what is it?" Sherri answered.

"When the thugs in St. Louis are done beating, or Raping, or Robbing you, they like to position your mouth on the edge of the curb, and then stomp on your head driving your jaws apart and breaking your teeth. Among other things, it usually breaks the jaw, and dislocates it. It has been known to kill a person, the shock, and trauma, and occasionally bone splinter's strike the spinal cord. If you survive, and if you have money, you can spend the next six months to a year getting reconstructive surgery and enduring the pain from that. If you don't have the money, you get whatever the emergency room doctor can manage to wire up." Robert told her.

"I have heard of them breaking jaws, but that? That is barbaric, inhumanly cruel." she said shocked. 

"Yes, especially when they have already gotten what they were after, be it money, or your body." said Robert. "Most people never recover from the psychological effects of it." 

Sherri thought, could she shoot someone if that was the alternative? "Do I have to shoot someone?"

"Sherri, if you pull a gun on someone, you had better be prepared to use it, and plan on shooting them if you pull it. If you can't shoot someone to save your life, perhaps killing them, then you don't need to carry one." Robert said gently. "I can't make you shoot someone, and God knows I don't want you in that situation, but I can't protect you from everything, despite my best efforts. What I can do is train you to protect yourself. I can teach you how to defend yourself, so you are in control."

"I'm never in control." she said quietly.

"Yes you are, last night, you had the power to stop any time you wanted. If you had snapped your fingers, or moved as if you were going to, everything would have stopped. You have the brakes, and you have the power to stop whenever you wish. That is what those are, brakes to make someone stop, not everyone respects the color Red, or the snapping of a finger." he said with a small smile. 

Sherri laughed, she had almost snapped her finger, knowing he would stop immediately, she trusted him with that, why not see what this is about. "OK, I'll try and learn Master." she said.

After breakfast was cleared away, Sherri sat and watched as he described the different weapons before him. There was a cute little pistol, a bigger gun, and a revolver. 

"Ok, this is a Glock 19, it holds 15 rounds of 9mm ammo, and is probably a little bulky for you to carry around. The idea is you learn to shoot this and then get this which is a Glock 26," he held up the little gun "which uses the same ammunition, but is smaller and holds only 10 rounds." Robert said. "The Glock 26, which is nicknamed the 'baby Glock' is smaller and more easily concealed. It's not accurate past about 15 yards though, so you have to aim carefully" 

He explained the weapons, how they worked, showed her the ammunition, which Sherri thought looked kind of small. Robert explained that the size of the bullet doesn't really matter, the 9mm is faster than the .38 that goes into the revolver. It's where you hit the bad guy that matters. Head or heart, always aim for the center of his chest. Never try for a leg or arm shot. You aren't that good, no one is that good to aim for a limb on a moving target and hit it consistently. If you do hit it, it was luck, nothing more. Don't bet your life on luck.

Robert let her hold the 19, and explained how to use the sights. Line the top of the front sight up with the target, center in the rear sight and squeeze the trigger. Robert showed her the 26 and showed her the laser sight on it. "Put the little red dot where you want the bullet to go. Squeeze the trigger, and you'll be fine. Check the sight out everyday, if it fades, let me know and I'll change the battery on it OK?"

Robert took the guns and some magazines out back to the far end of his yard. Sherri saw he had a mound of dirt and suspected he used it for this purpose. He put up a big target with a big circle on the target. He gave her safety glasses and ear muffs to wear. He loaded a magazine into the Glock 19 and speaking loudly to be heard through the muffs told her to hold it, aim at the target, and squeeze the trigger. No worries, no safety to worry about, just point and shoot.

Sherri pointed and closing her eyes and bracing for the recoil she saw in the movies where the gun jumps for the sky slowly squeezed the trigger. The recoil barely moved the gun, her hand went up about two inches and settled right back down. She frowned and kept her eyes open the next time. Again the gun jumped only two inches and there was little recoil in reality. She turned toward Robert confused. He grabbed the gun and pointed it at the ground.

"Sherri, never point a gun at anything you don't want to destroy." he told her without any anger.

"Sorry Master, I thought it was supposed to jump for the sky is all." 

"Hollywood likes to pretend that they do, well in real life people don't fly backwards when the get shot, sometimes they don't even fall down right away. There are guns that kick so hard as to jump towards the sky, I don't own any of those, and wouldn't try and teach you to shoot one." He told her. "Take the gun and try again, keep your eyes open, squeeze the trigger, and try to line the sights up.

Sherri fired the whole magazine and another one after that. It wasn't so bad, kind of noisy, but not what she had expected. By the end of the second magazine, she was hitting the target, not the center of it, but hitting it. 

"Good, that is very good." Robert told her. 

"Can you shoot?" she asked.

"Yes." he replied. 

"Show me." she said next.

Robert moved them back to more than twice the distance she was shooting at. He loaded a fresh magazine into the Glock 19, and then pointed it at the ground. He took one breath and then once perfectly still, brought the pistol up in one fluid motion. The weapon came up and his left hand joined the right on the grip as it came up and he dropped into a crouch, the weapon didn't move at all as he fired round after round into the target. He fired 15 rounds in about 12 seconds she decided. The slide locked back which Sherri remembered belatedly meant the magazine was empty. Robert dropped the magazine from the handle, and stood up. 

Sherri and he walked to the target, and now in the center were 15 holes, and it looked like you could cover them with a playing card. She had counted steps, it was 35 steps, maybe 30 yards.

"How do you do that?" she asked.

"Practice, that is all, just practice. That's how you get good at anything, you practice." Robert told her. 

She tried the little Glock next and decided she liked it better. It was lighter, and smaller and easier for her to hold. It kicked a bit more, but not much. She said that the red dot from the grip laser sight made it easier for her to shoot, she could just look for the dot and aim from that. 

They went inside, and Robert cleaned the guns, even the revolver they hadn't fired. 

He loaded two magazines, and handed the 'baby Glock' to Sherri and told her to load the magazine. He then talked her through pulling the slide back and chambering the rounds. "That's your gun now babe, any problems with it, let me know and I'll repair it." 

Sherri looked at it, she had never owned a gun, and never really wanted one. It was loaded, the little thing on the side said there was a round in the chamber. Robert was back to finishing up with the other guns. He put the Glock 19 back together, and loaded a magazine into it, but didn't chamber a round. 

"Master, what do I do with this?" she asked, still holding it away from her. 

"I would put it in your room, and every week or two we will practice with it, and when you are comfortable with it, I hope you will carry it with you. The permit should be no problem, attorneys are one of the few folks who can get a permit to carry." Robert told her. 

They spent what was left of the afternoon swimming and chatting. Talking about everything and nothing, and just enjoying the day. 

"Master, about last night, it was very strange at first, and then extremely erotic when you...." Sherri said

"When I played with your ass?" he finished.

Sherri nodded "Yes Master."

"Slave, I saw you enjoyed it, and you shouldn't feel ashamed for feeling pleasure, that is the purpose of these experiments." Robert said.

Sherri blushed and said "I've never done anything like this before, none of this, it's all so new and strange." 

Robert smiled and said "Sherri, we won't go further than you are ready, you have taken a first step, and there are many more before we get to the end, in a matter of speaking." 

"Will we do it again tonight Master?" she asked, hopeful and worried. 

"Not tonight, I am going to assume you are sore from last night, aren't you my slave?" said Robert.

"A little Master, it's not bad. It was different. The Orgasms were intense, but not more so than others you have given me. It was like a Sundae, only with chocolate syrup instead of hot fudge." said Sherri. 

"Perhaps hot fudge instead?" Robert asked with a smile. "So you enjoyed yourself, I'm very glad. It's alright, don't get in a hurry my love. We have two years to explore everything together." 

Sherri nodded, be patient she told herself but it had been intense, and she had a brain shattering orgasm with him pounding her at the same time. God her life had changed so much. A month ago she would have screamed rape if someone had suggested using a tiny anal plug, and it was tiny, on her. Now she found she longed for it. 

Robert called her to him and she came without hesitation. He kissed her and caressed her. She melted into him and felt her arousal growing. 

Sherri felt Robert remove her bikini top, and then watched him tie it around her hands. She had her hands bound behind her and knew he would take her here, on the deck of the pool, practically in public, and she was pleased. She loved him, and loved the feel of him, the smell of him, the thought of him put a smile on her face. It was so naughty, so depraved, and so kinky, but it was awesome. He kissed and caressed her, bringing her arousal to a point, and then he lay on the lawn chair, and she mounted him. She bounced up and down, grinding her hips, her hands behind her, while he played with her breasts, her clit, and caressed her other zones so effortlessly. She had an orgasm, and then felt her arousal grow even more. She experienced her first multiple orgasm that day, on the deck of the pool, and her writhing in it's grip caused Robert to explode within her. 

Sherri collapsed onto him and panted. Flushed and exhausted. 

They spent the evening and night cuddled up and watching television. They went to bed and slept cuddled together.

Monday Morning, and it was time to sip coffee and exercise. Sherri almost felt dread at the thought of going to the firm, but Robert told her not to worry, he would call Franklin today and set up an appointment to look at the initial issues for his new contract. They would be quite happy with her over that. She could even tell Carl that I mentioned I was calling today.

Sherri exercised again, this time trying the "buns of steel" workout. Her ass was going to be sore all day she decided about half way through. Deep lunges and step aerobics made for a difficult workout for a beginner. 

She dressed in the clothing he had lain out for her. A beautiful blue pant suit and lovely pale yellow blouse with underwear that was nearly transparent. Three inch heels completed the outfit.

Robert fed her an Omelet and toast. Giving her a good breakfast to match her smile. She was smiling, that goofy grin we all wear when he have had good sex recently. 

Sherri headed for work in her Lexus. She smiled all the way. Sherri arrived at work, checking her time on her Rolex Watch, and looking forward to getting off work. She was looking forward to more experimentation. Robert had promised to tickle her fancy, and she had no idea what he intended to do.

She stopped by Carl's office and said Hello. She stepped in and stood as an elegant woman would, and told him "I talked to Robert, and he wanted to send his thanks for giving us some quality time. He said he was planning on calling today or tomorrow. He showed me some of his businesses, and hinted at some of the others. He has lot's of companies, and probably needs some serious Incorporation help before long. Did you know he got the contract for exterior security at NASA's Houston facility?"

"I had heard that, I thought Halliburton usually got those contracts." said Carl.

"Robert beat them on the Contract, since he is a smaller company he doesn't have the multiple layers of management to support, much less an international division that is apparently expensive." she answered glibly. It really didn't matter he had told her on the pool deck Sunday, let them get to drooling, and I'll toss them a small bone to gnaw on. 

"Well that's great, the contract I mean, Please relay my happiness for his success." said Carl. 

Sherri could see him, and see he was drooling at the thought of a multiple business client, six figures at least. Carl was a partner, and would get a share of the profits. She wanted to reach across the desk and rip that shit eating grin off his face. She didn't like the idea of her firm taking advantage of Robert.

Sherri excused herself and went to her own office, still grinning, but not as broadly. She felt dirty, and considering how she spent her weekend, or at least a part of her weekend, she shouldn't feel dirty, but this was dishonest. She wasn't dishonest was she? She would have to talk to Robert and see what he thought. If all big business was like this, she didn't want it. Perhaps she should talk to the DA's office and see if they needed an experienced tax lawyer to do white collar crimes. 

Sherri went to work, sipping coffee, always placing her lips on the same part of the cup. The things he had worked her on were now second nature to her. 

At 10:32 am, her day got turned upside down. Her cell phone chirped and she looked and smiled at the display. It was him, it was her Master. "Yes Robert, good morning babe." 

"Hey sweets, I have some bad news. I have to leave today for Houston, the NASA guys are excited as all hell and want to make sure I understand the responsibility. I have to leave today and start meeting with them tomorrow. I should be back no later than Friday evening." said Robert.

"Oh Shit, I was looking forward to tonight, I have a fancy idea you know?" she said hoping she could convince him to stay by promising lots of sex. 

"Sorry babe, but work calls, and this means I can hire a bunch of people and give them some good jobs. It also means I make more money to spend on you. By the way, when you get home, you'll find a present on my desk for you. Use it as needed my love." said Robert.

They signed off and expressed their love. Sherri realized she would have to tell Carl the prick about the last minute meeting. Shit, she wanted to ignore him for the rest of the day.

She ducked out of her office and told Lisa she was going to Carl's office for a moment. 

"Hi Carl, just heard from Robert, he has a last minute meeting, a series of them I guess. He should be gone all week and won't be back until Friday at the earliest." she said. 

"That's too bad, I was looking forward to meeting him. Well duty calls as they say, please give him my best regards when you talk to him will ya?" Said Carl.

Sherri managed to finish the day, feeling depression settle, knowing she was going home to an empty house, and just sit and miss him. She wondered what present he had for her, but didn't want to sit in the empty house. She worked until a quarter to six, and then decided to go on home. It was his house, and she was his slave, and that was where she belonged. 

She arrived at his and her home just after 6:30 and dashed up to the office to check for her present. She found a small jewelers box, and an envelope. The box opened to reveal a small gold heart with a diamond inlaid in it. It was beautiful, simple elegance, just what he would have chosen. She put it on, knowing that she had his heart next to her own. 

In the envelope was a handwritten note, and a credit card, in her name. She read the note.

Slave Sherri,

I had planned to give you both of these tonight. The card arrived just before I left, and wanted to make sure you were taken care of. The heart, well you can guess what it represents my love. 

Will be home soon, call me when you get lonely, I'm going to be power meeting my ass off trying to get home to you. 

Love your Master

Robert.

Sherri sat at his desk, and fired up his computer. She wanted to work on some things and then thought about it. She had a new credit card, with a high limit she bet. She looked at her watch, and thought. Best Buy would close at 9pm. She could go now, buy a laptop, use his network to access the web, and get the programs she needed on his card. She would pay for it later she thought with a smile. 

Sherri dashed out to her car and rushed to Best Buy. She looked and admitted after a few minutes admitted she didn't have a clue. Finally she turned to a geek in a blue shirt with more pimples than seemed natural and told him she wanted the most powerful laptop in the store. 




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The geek grinned and told her that there were several good models.

"No, you didn't hear me, which is the best one here?" she asked.

"That one" he said sad that he didn't get to discuss things he knew about using the acronyms that would confuse her. He pointed at a Hewlett Packard laptop which was on sale for $2,249.95 so she bought it, and the extended warranty. She got a flash drive thingy that the kid said would be useful, and a briefcase to carry the equipment in. Grand total over $2,500 and some change. That would be a wonderful punishment to endure she thought with a smile. 

She arrived home and unpacked her new laptop and powered it up. After a few minutes she got it registered by connecting a phone line to make the computer happy. It was supposed to be a core 2 dual? Whatever, it was supposed to be fast and powerful. 

She got the computer's wireless network opened and tried to link to the network. It was wireless, something fast she was sure, the computer said there was a network called Mason One, and she clicked on the connect button and the computer thought for a few seconds and said unable. Shit, she tried again, and couldn't get it. She tried for ten more minutes and finally in frustration stood and stomped off. She sighed, and picked up her cell phone. 

"Yes Slave, I was about to call you." said Robert.

"Master, I took your card, and bought a laptop to do my work on, and it says there is a network here, but comes up unable to connect to the network. Is there a secret I don't know?" she said.

"Yes there is, the network is encrypted, no one can hack into it easily, and the code is changed about every month or so. Also you have to tell the network that the computer is OK too. I have a tech guy, and will call him. Will you be up for another half hour or so?" said Robert

"Yes Master, I'll wait for your guy." she hesitated and said "I assumed I would be punished for this,"

"You mean you hoped you would be punished for this, don't worry, I'll remember it when I have you tied down and torturing you with a feather duster." he laughed.

Sherri smiled in anticipation and thanked her Master, signing off with a good night and I love you. 

A half hour later the doorbell rang and another teenager was there in a Metallica T-shirt, and again with the incredible amount of pimples. Was it something about computers that caused that?

He looked at the laptop and congratulated her. He said it had a media reader built in, and she nodded knowingly. Yes she liked Media, and often read it. The kid tapped on her keyboard and told her he could encrypt her contents if she thought it was needed. She shrugged and asked if it was really needed, and he suggested that she at least encrypt her documents, and she agreed. He pulled a small thingy similar to her own out and plugged it in. Five minutes later, her computer had encrypted documents with a program that was supposed to annoy and delay the NSA. He then entered the computer phrase into an encryption algorithm. He then moved to Roberts computer and brought up another screen, and told something to recognize her computer. He was done in 15 minutes. 

He left and said to give his best to Mr. Mason. 

Sherri watched him go and wondered why all the nerds had such tremendous pimple outbreaks. 

She was too tired to download too many programs, she could do it at work tomorrow. 

She went to his room and slept in his bed. She was exhausted, and that was good, she didn't miss him so much she wanted to cry when she was exhausted. She only missed him so much she ached inside. 

By setting the alarm the night before she woke on time, and exercised alone, she knelt in the shower for a few minutes, wanting to stay on schedule and wishing she could be washing her Master. It was Tuesday, and she had three more morning showers to get through. She ate breakfast and left for work. Sherri took her new laptop, deciding to use the firms network to download the programs she wanted. She got the usual ones, Microsoft office, downloaded all morning long, paid for with Robert's credit card. She then downloaded some other programs also paid for with Roberts card. If she was going to pay, she might as well pay for it all. That thought made her smile in more anticipation.

Sherri got home, and went downstairs, she knelt before his throne, and missed him terribly. She called him, and told him where she was, and told him the truth. She wasn't naked, she was wearing a thong. She then watched one of the porno movies, backing it up to get a second look at some things, fast forwarding through the corny pick up lines that supposedly worked to get the actress naked and horny in a second. 

Sherri slept in his bed again, and Wednesday dawned with her lonely and sad. It was raining, and that suited her fine. Another day at work, going through the motions, pretending to care about the files that the fucking sharks thought were wonderful. She ate lunch with Lisa and confessed that with Robert out of town, everything seemed to be out of whack. She just didn't fit again, and she hated it. It was bad when she was alone and didn't know she fit with anyone, now she knew, and it was like being starved of oxygen. 

Sherri managed to get through until Thursday night, she was kneeling on her pillow at her Masters Throne and called him again. He spoke to her for a while and promised that he would be home tomorrow night. He would fly out tomorrow afternoon and should be home by 7:30 or so. He gave her the flight number, and she resolved to keep a web page up showing updated flight information. His car was at the airport in the long term lot, and it didn't make sense for her to come get him, he would come home to her and they could play all weekend. 

Friday dawned, and she was happy. Her Master was coming HOME. HE WAS COMING HOME TODAY. She screamed to the world as she woke up knowing today was the day. Sherri worked out, knowing that a thousand miles away, he was too. Instead of kneeling this morning in the shower, she took the time to shave everything very carefully. She ate breakfast and headed to work. She managed to get through work and had an idea in the afternoon. She had an idea to welcome her Master home. She would show him how dedicated she was, she would show him how much she had missed. She would do it and he would be so proud of her. 

Sherri had her weekly meeting with Carl, using her new laptop to bring up documents she had worked on, and Carl said it was very nice, and hoped it would help her continue to do the great work she had been lately. 

Sherri rushed home, getting there at 6:30, and checked the flight. It had arrived 20 minutes ago, which meant he was probably now at the luggage claim, and would be headed here. Give him an hour or so, and he would be here. HER MASTER WAS ALMOST HOME. She rushed to prepare things, watching a video and making careful note of several things. Lubrication, ease it in, gently, not too hard, and then it just pops in. Sherri turned the TV off and then ran to get dressed. She checked her watch, 40 minutes left, probably not more, perhaps less knowing her Master, he would be anxious too. She took her watch off, and stripped nude. She put on a garter belt, stockings, and four inch heels. She looked at the clock, 30 minutes. Damn, she might not have time. 

She hurriedly connected the garter belt to the stockings, knowing it made her look slutty, she thought that was just fine, she didn't want him to have any complications in taking her when he was ready. She went to the chains, and selected a nipple clamp set, one he had used, tight, but not too tight, not painfully tight anyway. She put them on, and bit her lip until she got used to them. Damn, it hurt worse than she remembered. Next she grabbed the red ball gag. It was the one she used most often, so perhaps it was his or perhaps her favorite.

She moved the bench over to the stocks, so she could lie on it and be trapped in the Stocks, she knew she could get in, and they had a safety feature that meant you couldn't get trapped. The latch folded up to lock, and you couldn't get it up if you were in the arm holes, and you couldn't be trapped in them without the latch in the up position. 

Sherri looked at the clock, damn, only 20 minutes. She grabbed the small anal plug, and then thought, the next one was only a little bigger and bright pink, painfully obvious she thought. She looked at it, and decided, go big girl. She lubed it like she had seen in the video. She laid on the table and started to work it in. It stretched her out and pain entered her world, but then it slipped the rest of the way in, and set itself. Not comfortable, but not real painful. She laid down on the bench and put her wrists and neck in the right holes, and then reached up and eased the top portion down. She figured about ten minutes, maybe more, but not too much more. 

Wait, pink was good, but a red jewel would be wonderful. It would shine and glitter in the light as she squirmed in anticipation. It would work she knew. She eased the top of the stocks up, and rushed over to look at the anal plugs. The anal jewelry was two positions to the right of the one she had taken. She pulled the pink one out and held it up. It wasn't much smaller than the chrome anal jewelry but it was rubber, did it matter that much? She decided it didn't. She grabbed the lube and the anal jewelry. She lubed the anal plug and then her hole. She wanted this to go in as smoothly as possible. She bent herself over the bench at the stocks and then started to work it in. It opened her little hole, and spread it apart. Sherri felt the stretch, and then the pain. It hurt, but she could take it, could take it for her master. 

Sherri pushed harder and the pain increased, she wanted to stop, but she didn't want to stop so close, she could feel it, another half inch and it would be in. She pushed even harder and it was in, and it hurt like the devil. It felt like she was being torn in half. She moved and put herself in the stocks, reaching up to the top. She pulled it down, and put it in place, holding it with her neck and putting her wrist in place and easing down. God it hurt, it should be getting easier by now. 

God it fucking hurt. Master, please come soon, it hurts so much, please see what I have done for you. 

Sherri bit her lip, she had tears in her eyes, and decided she made a big mistake, the pain was getting worse, not better. It was killing her, and she knew it needed to come out. The anal plugs, were designed not to come out unless you pulled them out, you couldn't push them out she knew. She tried to raise the stocks, but she couldn't. It hurt too bad to try and move, her ass was being stretched apart, and she tried again. It hurt worse then ever. Her ass was going to tear and pop off and her Master would come in and find her asshole on the ground rolling around torn in two. She couldn't move, it hurt worse to move, and the pain to stay was getting intolerable. She tried to scream, but only a muffled sound made it past the red ball gag. She tried to rise again and it hurt so bad she dropped down, only rising an inch. She saw stars dancing before her eyes and was afraid she was going to pass out from the pain. 

Where was her Master, she needed him now. Master, please come soon, it hurts, it hurts so bad. 

Robert came home and entered his house. He saw Sherri's car and half expected her behind the door waiting for him. No, not there, her stuff was on the kitchen table, she hadn't taken them upstairs. He smiled realizing she probably went downstairs, but called upstairs to be sure. No answer after a couple moments. 

She heard him up there, he called her name, she tried to scream for his help, God please come soon her gag muffled her sound until it was inaudible up there. Please look down here soon. Master, please come save me. Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, and she sobbed in agony. How could it hurt that badly?

Robert decided she must be downstairs. He fingered the lock and started down the stairs, loosening his tie as he did. He turned the corner and saw her. She was in the stocks and wiggling. No she wasn't squirming, she was shaking, crying. He stepped closer and then saw the anal jewel sticking out. "Oh God, Sherri" he said rushing to her. She was in the stocks and crying freely as he rounded them to see her. He knelt there and opened the top. She was in agony, and he could see it. He removed the gag. 

"God get it out, it hurts, Please get it out." she cried sobbing. 

Robert moved behind her. He looked, no blood, good. He began to ease it, twisting it, and then worked the ring over the edge and down. Sherri screamed in agony as the ring cleared the largest locking part of the plug. She was crying and Robert looked and checked the still open hole. No tearing that he could see. She might be OK after all, but she was still in agony right now. 

He took the nipple clamps off scooped her up and. He rushed carrying her up two flights of stairs to his bathroom. She was crying into his chest, and he stepped fully clothed into the tub with her in his arms. He sat in his big Jacuzzi and turned the water on with one hand. He got both hot and cold water going, and hugged her close to him and talked to her, telling her it was going to be OK. She was going to be OK. 

She sobbed and hugged him, and kept saying "Sorry Master, I'm so sorry". 

The water rose enough to start to sooth her backside. He kept filling the tub. He kept talking to her and telling her it was OK. She tried to move from his lap a bit and cried out again. Damn, she hurt herself bad he thought. 

Sherri thought the pain would subside when the plug was out, but this was bad, it hurt, not as bad as when the plug was in, but this was horrible. 

"What did I do to myself" she said to him.

"Well baby, I looked and didn't see any tearing, perhaps a small one, but nothing bad, and that is good. That means we probably don't have to worry about Septic infection." Robert told her. 

"That is where the bowels leak into the abdominal cavity right?" she said horrified. 

"Yes, and it looks ok so far. No worries on that. If you show any signs, we will rush you to the ER and I'll have Surgeons from around the country flying in to work on you ok?" he said reassuring her. 

She nodded and then asked. "Why does it still hurt so bad?" 

"Well babe, have you ever over extended your knee, or twisted your ankle?" he asked.

She nodded, everyone had he knew. 

"That is what you did, you over stretched it, and essentially, sprained yourself." he told her. 

She smiled, and then gave a short bark of laughter followed immediately by a cry of pain. "You mean I sprained my asshole?" she asked incredulous. 

"Yes my love, that is what you did." he answered. 

She laughed and cried out again as she felt a new flash of pain. "Oh that hurts. How humiliating." 

He kissed the top of her head and told her it was OK. 

"You ruined your suit, no I ruined your suit" she said.

"Suits are cheap, you are priceless my love." he answered.

She hugged him tightly and said "I wanted to give you a surprise. I wanted to show you how much I loved and missed you." 

"I see, and thanks for trying, next time, please just wait for me OK?" he said.

She nodded, she felt so bad. "I ruined your homecoming." 

"No you didn't you were home, and alive, and that is all that matters to me, is that you are alive and more or less well." said Robert. He fished into his shirt pocket. 

Sherri raised her head in question. "Who are you calling?" 

"A Doctor I know real well. I think I can talk him into some pain pills and muscle relaxes." sad Robert.

Sherri said "No I don't want to explain this." she said humiliation in her voice.

"Trust me my Slave, and all will be well. I just helped you up, and think you have a strained lower back, nothing major." he said thumbing through his phone number selections. 

Pushing the call button, he raised the phone to his ear. "Doctor Johnston, Robert Mason here, I hope I didn't interrupt anything. (a pause) At dinner, I am very sorry to interrupt however I need a favor. (another pause) Well my girlfriend Sherri Chenowith has apparently sprained her lower back, muscle spasm I guess. (another pause) No, I don't think there is any spinal damage. (pause again) I felt it and didn't feel any bulges or misshapen parts. (longer pause) Well I am fairly familiar with her anatomy, if not familiar with all anatomy. (long pause and some laughter audible) Yes that is the pharmacy I use, and something mild, it's not too bad, just something to ease the pain and make it possible for her to rest. (last pause) Thank you Doctor, and yes, if there is no progress, I'll get her to you first thing Monday morning. Or call you back this weekend."

Robert hung up and turned to her. "He's going to call in something for you, something mild so you don't have to worry. I don't ever lie to you, I am not opposed to lying to someone else for you." he said kissing her head. He tossed his phone to the floor near the door. "Ready to get up and go to bed?" he asked.

She steeled her will, knowing it was going to hurt and nodded. 

Robert eased her to a sitting position, and then got out of the tub. He moved to his closet and got a Kimono and returned to her. He dried her and wrapped her in the Kimono and carried her to the bed. He eased her into his bed and covered her with a sheet. He sat and brushed her hair away from her face. He waited a few minutes to make sure she was OK, gave her a phone, and changed his clothing to something dry. He grabbed his phone and wallet and went to the Pharmacy. He got gauze pads, large ones, some stool softener, and then the prescriptions. Mild painkiller, and Skelaxin, some new muscle relaxer he figured. 

He was home 40 minutes later. And gave her one of each and told her it would be fine in a few days. 

He put a gauze pad on her asshole and told her it was to check for bleeding. If there was a tiny spot, no problem much more than that, might be a problem. She looked worried and he told her it was a double check, and he thought it was probably not needed, but in her case, the double check was worth the effort.

He comforted her while the drugs took effect and she drifted off to a drug induced sleep. Robert relaxed, and went for dinner. He ate in the bedroom in case she woke up and wanted him. He was in a chair reading three hours later when she woke. He was checking on her every new page. 

He turned the page and looked up and found her looking at him. She was smiling. She knew he was watching her and staying up to care for her. She loved him for it. 

"Hey Baby, how are you feeling?" he asked. 

"Better, but I need to use the bathroom." she said.

"OK, let's do that shall we?" he said. 

He helped her up and supported her as she walked to the toilet. He left the room and waited out of sight so she could relax. He heard her go, and waited. The toilet flushed soon afterwards and he waited. He wanted her to have some dignity, that was important to anyone who was ill or injured. Her hand appeared at the door, holding the doorjamb, he rushed forward. He took her back to bed. She smiled at him, and went back to sleep. 

Sherri woke in the morning, hurting again, the pills had worn off. She looked around, Robert was asleep next to her. She saw daylight, which meant he had not set the alarm. He was letting her sleep and heal. 

Robert woke with her looking at him, and smiled at her. 

Breakfast in bed, more pills. Dozing through the day, and Saturday was a memory, Sunday dawned next. Television, newspapers, and meals in the bed. Robert cared for her all weekend. 

Sunday afternoon, she asked the next question "What about work, I have to go in the morning." 

"No you don't, your hurt, and I'll call my old friend Franklin, at home if you like, and tell him your under a Doctors care for a horseback riding accident." said Robert.




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 07



Sherri giggled "It felt like a horse, I didn't think it would hurt that bad, it wasn't much bigger than the pink one, and smaller than the blue one between the pink and the jewel. I had the pink one in, and figured I could take the slightly larger jewel."


"It's chrome, and doesn't compress like the rubber ones." said Robert.

"That's an important difference and a painful way to learn it." she said.

Robert nodded. They watched 60 minutes, they slept. Robert woke early Monday, he exercised alone, and then called her office at 8am sharp. 

"Franklin, Robert Mason, yes got back into town on Friday. Thanks, and I appreciate that. Certainly however the reason I called, well two reasons. I wanted to send a contract by so you could take a look at it and give me some advice. Right on the Houston thing. Second thing, Sherri was horseback riding on Saturday with me, and well, she took a spill. No she's all right, Doctor Johnston has taken a look and thinks that she just has a sprain, or muscle spasm I think he called it? Right, anyway she is pretty sore and unable to work for a few more days. I think I can handle everything on that end, I will pass that along to her. I am certain she'll be glad to hear you asked after her. Thanks Franklin, I appreciate that." and with that he hung up.

He leaned over Sherri, and kissed her gently on the lips and then said "See, leave it to your Master, and he will take care of everything." 

She smiled and dozed off to the bliss of the pain pills and muscle relaxes. She knew he would take care of everything, he had been taking care of things for her for more than three weeks now, and it was wonderful. 

She woke and heard him on the phone. He was talking to someone saying "I told you they were good." and ended saying he was looking forward to the Scotch. 

Sherri woke to meet Carmen the housekeeper, and later Suzanne the cook. Suzanne hoped to enlist her help and get Robert to stop doing things like using that unholy sauce honey mustard. Sherri smiled and promised to try. 

Robert moved Sherri to her own bed carrying her easily so Carmen could change the sheets on his. Sherri had lunch upstairs, and liked the salad that Suzanne had "thrown together" for her. She slept most of the afternoon and woke in time for dinner. She could make it to the toilet alone, but sitting still hurt. It was getting better, but slowly. 

On Tuesday, she surprised everyone by walking down the stairs, but needed Roberts help to make it up the stairs. She whispered to him "I never knew a sprained asshole made any movement so difficult." 

Robert smiled and winked at her while helping her up the stairs. 

She only took one more set of Pills Tuesday and that was to go to sleep at night, curled up next to Robert on his bed. 

Wednesday, she was restless and feeling bored. She had been cooped up for five fucking days, and her patience was wearing thin, a sure sign she was feeling better according to Robert. Sherri announced in the Kitchen that she was going to work Thursday and that was that. 

Robert told her to sit down, and Sherri hesitated and did so letting out a small groan as she did. Robert didn't countermand her, instead he picked up the kitchen phone and dialed a number. 

"Mabel, it's Robert. Right, look Sherri has hurt her back but is bound and determined to go to work. Right I need a driver here in the morning, a town car should be good, and he is to stand by all day in case she wants to go home early. Make sure he has a working cell phone and tell him to bring a good book. Have him here at 7:20 ready to go OK?" Robert told the phone. 

Robert went out in the afternoon to run a couple errands and checked on Sherri's mail at her house. The change of address had just kicked in so there was only a couple days worth, Saturday and Monday's mail. He looked around and noticed something was wrong. There was nothing from the cops. There was no sticky note saying please call us, we want to talk to you. No letters, an no messages on her machine from the cops. They should have been in contact to follow up. That was normal, that was what they did. When they ran down all the leads in a case, especially a homicide. They went back, and checked all the facts again, hoping to get a new one or maybe two new stones to look under. They hadn't done that yet. He hadn't been contacted, and there was nothing here. Why not? 

Wednesday night, Sherri rolled over and surprised her Master, by starting to lick and suck his dick. She hadn't ever gone from start to finish, and was determined to start paying him back for his week of kindness to her. She smiled when some 20 minutes later, she was rewarded for her effort, and discomfort, with his gift. She accepted it hungrily and replied in kind when he said he loved her. 

She wasn't ready for sex, even oral sex to be given to her, it was still too tender, but she was hopeful of the weekend. 

Thursday, Robert got her up, showered and dressed for work. The chauffer was waiting for her outside and took her to work. 

"Mabel said I needed to bring a book so I got these to read." he said holding up a half dozen comic books. 

Sherri smiled and said they looked interesting, and they should keep him occupied while she was at work. 

Robert started to work as she pulled out of the drive. He surfed the net, checking newspaper files, and stories He had an idea, and it just might work. By noon, he had a list of 58 names, and called a lawyer who was known to be a slimy son of a bitch ambulance chaser who would sue his own mother. 

He asked for the Lawyer to get some autopsy reports for him. "I need them for a client, but the problem is I don't have attorney client privilege so I can't refuse to identify my client. You do." and then faxed the list to the lawyer. The lawyer had said it would take a few days, but no problem, happy to be of service to a customer like you sir. 

Thursday, Sherri worked half a day, and came home at lunch. Carl had welcomed her back and questioned her early return, and told her no problem if she wanted to leave early. 

Friday dawned and the routine was repeated. Sherri went to work and Robert went to his work. The Chauffer was neat Sherri decided, but she missed driving her Lexus. 

Robert accepted the first 20 Autopsy reports an the one he wanted was in there. He opened it and began reading. He read it again, and stared out the window. Carmen saw him and stayed quiet, Mr. Mason didn't like to be disturbed when he was thinking. Robert read the file one more time. There was the answer, that is why the cops weren't interested in interviewing anyone again. 

He stood and stared out the window, he had a decision, and it wasn't time for this one yet, but it was here. It was too soon, Sherri probably wasn't bound to his soul yet, and if she wasn't she would be free and leave. He hadn't lied to her since she had come here, and he wasn't about to start now. He quietly said "If you love something, set it free." and put the file on the desk as he turned from the window. 

He walked out of his office, grabbed his keys and got in his car, driving to a bank he rarely used. He opened the Safety Deposit box and got out a large manila envelope and then left the bank headed home. Too early or not, it was apparently time. 

Sherri arrived home at 3pm, and found Carmen and Suzanne had already left. Sherri had thanked the driver and promised to tell Mabel how good a driver he was. 

She went into the house and found Robert in his office staring out his window, looking at the back yard and seeing nothing. "Is anything wrong Master?" she asked. 

"Yes, and we have work to do, how are you feeling Sherri?" he asked

"I'm feeling much better, what is wrong? What work do we need to do?" she asked. There was something in his voice, a sense of dread that had her scared.

"First, please read this file" and he handed her a file.

Sherri opened the file and saw it was an Autopsy report. Victim, oh my God. It was her victim, the man she had hit. 

Robert started talking "I wondered why the Police hadn't been in contact, when they run out of leads, they always go back and re-interview all the people they can, hoping for a new lead. It's basic procedure. If they get nothing new, then they file it and move on. They always interview everyone one more time before giving up and filing it as an open case, no new leads. I couldn't get the file on this one though and see why they were stopping, couldn't ask questions. I could get the autopsy report though and hired a lawyer to get 58 of them, all from the same hospital. That way it looks like ground work for a class action lawsuit instead of a search for an individual record." 

Sherri listened while she read the report.

"I got that today, and read it three times before I fully understood the police inaction. He had pancreatic cancer, final stage. Perhaps a month of painful life left. No injuries to his legs, which lead the coroner to believe he wasn't standing when he was struck. That leaves the detectives with one conclusion, this poor man had laid down in the street and waited for some driver to run over him and end his life, end his suffering." said Robert. 

Sherri read the file and saw he was telling the truth, just like always. He was right, 58 files with this being just one of them, the Hospital's Lawyer would be going over each report all weekend to see what lawsuit was coming. She couldn't speak, she hadn't murdered the poor man. She was just unlucky enough to be the next car. 

"He didn't live near there, an had no relatives listed, possibly a friend, but on that deserted stretch of road in the rain? I don't think so, and apparently the cops don't either. That is why they aren't investigating it. They know all they could get is leaving the scene of an accident, a few days in jail and probation at the most. Not worth the manpower to investigate, they have real crimes to worry about." Robert told her. 

Sherri looked up "I didn't not see him, I wasn't supposed to see him." she said. 

"Yes, that's right." he handed her an envelope and Sherri took it knowing what it was. Robert continued "So here is file one of three, the second is digitized on the stand alone computer downstairs, and the third is with the car." He looked at her sadly. "I can't blackmail you over this, so you're free Sherri." He sat down heavily "Go to the computer downstairs, to scrub the file type harvest at any command prompt, it will scrub the directory clean, no trace. Then destroy that one and we have one left to see about." 

Sherri went down to the dungeon, and booted the stand alone, and then typed harvest. It deleted something, and she looked for the folder, and it was gone. No more evidence here. She burned the folder in the back yard on his gas grill. Watching it incinerate in the intense heat. 

She walked into the house and found Robert standing there with a dark jacket on. "Please change into something more casual, we won't be going to nice part of town. She went upstairs and changed into jeans and a dark shirt. She came back down still in a daze. Robert got the pickup truck from the garage and it ran rough for a couple minutes but soon settled down. He drove to a store and lock place in the next town, and backed to a door. He opened the door and the same white trailer was inside. 

"Sherri, could you help me for a minute?" he called to her. 

Sherri approached her car, her cute yellow Kia that drove like a Kia and not a Lexus. She looked at him. 

"Get anything out of it that can identify you, anything at all. No papers, no pictures, nothing left behind understand?" he asked.

Sherri nodded and went to work. She was in shock and moving by repetition. She got her CD's out, and all the papers in the glove box, and looked in door pockets and under seats. Nothing in the back. She saw Robert was wiping the car down with a soft cloth, wiping the fingerprints, making sure no evidence was left behind to target them. Then Robert closed the trailer and hooked the truck to it. He connected chains and lights, tested the lights and then drove off leaving the door open on the unit. 

He drove into St. Louis, and appeared to be looking for something or someone. He spotted a man on a corner and pulled up and asked where he could find Tito. 

The man considered and then pointed and gave direction. Robert drove off following the directions. 

"Here, take this. If anything goes wrong, shoot your way into the drivers seat, and run like hell, don't look back understand?" Robert told her as he handed her the Glock 19 she had fired almost two weeks ago. Then she noticed he had added a laser sight like her 26, and she wondered why she hadn't brought it.

"Is it dangerous" she asked. 

"If Tito remembers me fondly, no, if he is not happy to see me, then it could be. Only one way to find out." he said.

He arrived at a large warehouse, and pulling to the door honked the horn once. He waited and in a minute a man walked out to the truck and approached the drivers side. She saw Robert had a gun too, his was hidden on his belt in a holster, but his jacket was back away from it. 

"Yeah?" said the man at the window. 

"Need to see Tito." Robert told him.

The man looked at Sherri and at the truck and then nodded and waved his arm. The big door rolled open and Robert drove inside the warehouse. There were lots of cars, and a large tractor trailer with a car carrier was being loaded. Robert stopped and told Sherri "get behind the wheel and watch your back, shoot your way clear if anything goes wrong, don't worry about me, I'll be running fast out of here too." he told her. 

Sherri didn't believe him for the first time, she knew he wouldn't run, he would stand and shoot giving her time to get away. He wouldn't run until she was safely away, she knew that, but did as he said anyway. 

Robert walked up to a man, apparently Tito and Sherri saw Robert extend his right hand, and offer it in greeting. Tito shook it and nodded to Robert. They talked and Robert nodded and shook hands again, and then pulled an envelope out of his pocket and gave it to the man. Robert walked back to the truck and leaned in the window

"Tito says it can go on tonight's truck to Juarez Mexico, I paid him $5000 to make sure nothing goes wrong and that we were never here. He said that was no problem, it seems that all of us Gringo's look alike." Robert told her. 

They waited and two men came to the trailer and drove the car out of it and pulled it around to the Tractor Trailer. Then the first man guided the second onto the ramps and the car pulled on the upper deck of the truck. 

"He said if I was that paranoid that I wanted to watch, we could. I said we would enjoy the show, but trusted him fully." Robert said.

"Do we trust him?" she asked.

"To keep his mouth shut if the car gets across the border? Sure." Robert replied "To pretend he doesn't know us if the Feds bust in in the next hour? No way." 

Sherri wasn't sure this was a good thing, and watched other cars loaded on the trailer. Her Kia Sportage was there, the damage didn't look too bad from here. It hadn't looked bad earlier when she saw it.

In 30 minutes the truck was loaded, Two men walked up and got a big folder of papers from "Tito" and went to the truck. They checked to make sure the cars were secured, checking each one carefully. Then started the truck and drove off. Robert got out of his pickup, and walked to Tito, and gesturing at the trailer, talked for another minute or two. Robert walked back and unhooked the Trailer. He shook hands with "Tito" again, and got in the Pickup truck. He drove off and started talking again. "I gave Tito the trailer as a sign of friendship, I mentioned that the trailer might be a little warm, meaning stolen, and he had no problem with that. I also told him that the car had belonged to a teenaged girl who had run over the mayors prize Roses and we needed to get rid of the car." 

"Do you think he believes that?" she asked incredulous.

"No, but he doesn't care, otherwise he wouldn't have let the car go. He would have come up with some excuse not to ship tonight. Since it's on the road, no problem. It will be in Juarez Monday morning and out of the country. By Tuesday, it'll have a new VIN and be back across the boarder and for sale at a used car lot by Friday." Robert told her. 

In a year, it will have a paperwork trail so screwed up that the cops here will have forgotten about it Sherri thought. Robert had managed this too. 

They arrived back at Roberts house just before dawn, Sherri wasn't sure it was her home anymore, and she burned the last set of documents on the grill. She watched them go up in smoke an then turned to Robert who smiled.

"You are now Free Sherri, your name is known in legal circles, and soon the offers will start coming in. You'll be in New York rubbing elbows with the most powerful people in the world in a few months." said Robert with a smile that didn't match the look of sadness in his eyes or his voice.

"Thanks" but did she want that? 

Robert walked inside, and picked up a bottle of Scotch Whiskey, his favorite, Famous Grouse she knew, and walked upstairs. He had a glass in the other hand and was obviously going to get himself good and drunk to celebrate.

Sherri found him in his office, the top off the bottle, and the glass in his hand. "If you want to leave tonight, I understand" he told her. "If you want a few days to get things moved, no rush, it's your life again, and you can do whatever you want." 

"Can I stay here?" she asked. 

"Sure, until those offers come in, if you like. I'll keep talking you up to the right folks anyway, hope you don't mind" he told her. 

"No, can I stay here with you?" she asked

"Sherri, I blackmailed you, beat you, tortured you, and humiliated you, you don't want to stay here, with me." Robert told her. 

"I do want to stay here, with you." she said.

"Sherri, take a few days, consider it, don't rush into a decision." he said reasonably.

"Master, why are you sending me away?" she asked tears in her eyes. "I love you Master." she fell to her knees and assumed a proper ready position. 

"Sherri, I forced you to do all of that, remember?" he asked her.

"Master, I am happy here, with you, and don't want to leave you. Please don't send me away." she said and then giving into her grief threw herself at him and crawled around the desk to his chair and hugged his leg crying. 

"Sherri, don't make any rush judgments, it's been a long day, take some time and think." he told her. 

She squeezed his leg tighter and screamed at him "No, don't send me away, I'll be good, please Master, don't send me away." 

Robert reached down and stroked her hair and said "You don't have to leave, you can stay if you want to baby." 

Sherri leapt to her feet, ignoring her sore ass, and threw her arms around him and said over and over again. "I love you Master, I love you." 

Robert said it back, and held her just as tightly. 

"Master, may I be branded now?" Sherri asked.

"No, not yet, you have been through a lot this last month, and I want you comfortable in your life before you accept that. When you are branded, it's for life, you are saying you wish to be his slave for life." Robert kissed her head slowly. "I won't let you take that now, it's too soon. You have already proven you love me my Slave." 

Sherri felt relieved, and saddened at that news. She was afraid of the pain of being burned, and at the same time, afraid that he might send her away, and felt that would make him keep her for life.

They saw the eastern sky start to dawn and went to bed, falling asleep almost instantly, exhausted from a long day and night's work. Sherri awoke and found herself alone, Robert was already out of bed, and she rose to find him. He was in his office looking at some folder, with them spread out on his desk. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 08



This is a continuing work of fiction, all names and places are fictional, any relation to any real person or place, real or imagined, is purely accidental.

Monday Morning, Robert dressed her in a skirt and blouse outfit, and sent her to work to give her notice. Two weeks and tell them about the new job and her responsibilities. Robert hadn't canceled the driver so Sherri rode to work driven by the same young man with new comic books. 

She arrived out front and got out of the car, and bumped into Lisa who was headed in. "Hi Sherri, have a driver to get you to and from places now?" asked an obviously envious Lisa.

"Robert got it for me while my back was out, and didn't cancel it in time for today. He forgot about it honestly, I'll be driving tomorrow." Sherri said. 

Lisa nodded and sighed "Must be nice." 

"It is, and I have some news, let me talk to Carl, and we can talk." Sherri said.

She knocked on Carl's open door and stepped into his office. She moved gracefully on her 3 inch heels and Robert had said it was time to start training on 4 inches soon.

Sherri covered the small talk and weekend courtesy and then said "I have some news which may be difficult for the Firm. I have been offered, and accepted the position as Robert's Corporate Attorney, and at a first glance, I can see he needs lots of legal advice. Apparently, he never incorporated himself, and merely owns all of his businesses outright, they are all linked, which means liability wise, he is very exposed. I haven't yet gotten everything organized, but when I do, I will know what advice to give. Right now, it's the obvious choices. Incorporation overseas, which means a legal office here, probably the firm, to handle the US operations. Incorporation stateside, which means a legal office, again the firm, to handle the corporate taxes and regulations, or a Trust, which would mean the firm was empowered to act as a Trustee in overseeing much of his business." she said dangling the big carrot she had no intention of actually giving them. 

Carl nearly licked his lips. Any route she advised meant the firm would have a good future with stable earnings from this client. The trust, well that was a pipe dream he suspected, but it was a tempting offer. "I certainly understand your desires here, and although we are going to be very sorry to see you leave us, I completely understand your desire to advance and this is a great opportunity for you." Carl privately thought that this was proof that she had slept her way to the top, but that was fine, it didn't make sense to sleep your way to the bottom. 

Sherri talked generally for a while longer, smiling the whole time. As Robert had said, they would bend over backwards to get the client, and honestly, there wasn't a huge difference in what they would really be doing and what any other law firm could do. She was fucking them, instead of them fucking her, him, or both.

Sherri wasn't down the hall much when she heard Carl moving down the hallway in the other direction, to the Old Man she thought. He can't want to tell Franklin the news.

He was late, Franklin was on the phone with his good friend Robert discussing the same situation. Franklin waved Carl to a chair and continued on the phone. He finished up and promised to make a golf date with Robert in the near future. 

"I guess the news beat me here sir." said Carl.

"Yes, and it's both good and bad. Although I think the good outweighs the bad news in this particular instance. Sherri is a good attorney, but there are others we can easily recruit and train up just as well in no time. The new client is a Godsend. I have done some checking and he is worth at least $300 million and that is going to grow tremendously. His security company is in discussions with a Casino in Las Vegas, and some amusement park in Atlanta. Six flags over the sky or something. Anyway, if he picks up those contracts, he is going to be a national company, and need tons of legal work to get it all done." Franklin too saw the advantage of a happy client, and a long term paying client.

"I was thinking as I talked to him, but didn't mention it. Sherri has some vacation left doesn't she?" asked Franklin.

"I believe so, at least the two weeks she has left" said Carl seeing where this was going. 

"Find out what she has in the works, and tell her to take the remaining two weeks off, we have to all work together to protect this valuable client." said Franklin 

Carl nodded his understanding. "Tell her we are concerned about the liability issue, and want to give her the time to get started right now, so we can help protect Mr. Mason from any problems." 

"That's right, we are anxious to assist in protecting Mr. Mason and reducing his liability issues. Use that phrase, or something like it, you know what to do." said Franklin.

Sherri was working on a file, a boring file she admitted, but it was her client and her responsibility and thus worth her very best effort. She had explained to Lisa that she was leaving and taking a new job. 

She looked up at a slight knock on the door and saw Carl in the doorway. "Hi Carl, is there something I can help you with?" she asked.

"Sherri, I just talked to Mr. Whitman, and he was shocked to learn about Roberts liability. He is more concerned than you are, and with reason I think. We are very concerned that this may blow up before he gets proper liability protections." Carl said.

"I know, I suggested that Robert bring everything down today and get us started on it, but he said it would be fine for a few more weeks, while I finish here, and then when I get started there to get up to speed." she told Carl.

"Mr. Whitman said 'we are anxious to assist Mr. Mason in protecting his assets' and instructed me to give you your vacation time you have saved up, you have over two weeks left by the way, I stopped by personnel on the way here, and allow you to get started on this very important client right away." Carl told her.

"Carl, I have things here that are half finished. It would take a couple days just to get them to the point where I could pass them off, I won't betray these clients for Robert any more than I will betray Robert for them." she said firmly. "Please tell Mr. Whitman that I will finish these files first, they are our clients, and deserve our very best effort, and I won't just leave them. After that, say Wednesday, I will take that vacation, and get started on Robert's work." 

Carl couldn't very well argue, she was right, the other clients would want their answers too, and even though Mr. Mason, soon to be Mr. Mason inc. was a big client, he wasn't the only one, and they had responsibilities to them all. Mr. Whitman would be impressed by her dedication, but disappointed that the first files might not come in for a couple weeks from Sherri the corporate attorney. He agreed and said if there was anything she needed, please let him know, and please plan on taking vacation starting Thursday.

Sherri smiled as he left, Robert was right, as was so often the case, OK, always the case. They weren't going to be ugly, they were going to fall all over themselves to get her in a favorable mood in selecting the choice that paid them the most money. Sherri was leaning towards stateside incorporation, with a heavy liability limiting clause, and strict isolation of each business. The foreign stuff was good, but probably too much effort for the size of Robert's interest. It meant a caretaker, which meant a lawyer in the Cayman Islands, and a Law Firm here to handle domestic. Too much overhead she thought, and not worth the international headache unless the company was about twice the size it was now. 

She then returned to work wondering if Robert would let her wear a collar while she did her corporate attorney thing, possibly under his desk. She had that wicked smile on her face again, and Lisa saw it, and suspected the reason.

Lisa invited Sherri to lunch again, and again they ate at the salad and soup place. Sherri skipped soup this time, but Lisa took the Vegetable soup, it smelled good. 

They sat and Lisa noticed the bracelet for the first time, she hadn't seen it before and asked about it. 

"Oh Robert gave that to me, he said it was fairly rare. I think he had it made as a matter of fact." Sherri said off handedly. 

"Is it solid Gold?" Lisa asked looking at it.

"Yes, I believe so." said Sherri hoping to divert her attention to something else. 

"I don't see a clasp" said Lisa who was studying it holding it with her left hand and turning it slowly around the wrist. "Ok, here is an unusual hinge, very well camouflaged." 

"It is connected by a small screw, you can see it here" said Sherri.

"That is different, but I bet it doesn't come undone that way, doesn't fall off I mean." 

"No, the screw doesn't come out easily, and that keeps it from falling off, I would hate to lose it." Sherri admitted.

Lisa liked that feature and decided to see if she could find one on the web after lunch. She chatted with Sherri and was happy for her, and a little envious.

After lunch she searched Yahoo for bracelet gold screw close and got nothing that related in any way to what she had seen. She widened the search to bracelet solid gold and got thousands of hits, none of which looked like the bracelet she had seen. 

She then searched for bracelet screw close and got hits, but not what she was expecting. She looked over her shoulder, and then clicked on bondage-tools.com and found the bracelet, in steel. It said "slave bracelet" and explained it's purpose. Lisa felt her jaw drop and her eyes felt like they were bugging out of her head. Sherri was wearing a Slave Bracelet in gold. Did she know? Oh my God Lisa thought hitting the print button and selecting her inkjet printer instead of the laser which anyone could use or grab these pages from. 

She took the papers, and looked again, and then hesitantly walked into Sherri's office. Sure she had been real nice for the last three weeks, but the three years before that.....

"Sherri, can we talk for a moment?" said Lisa uncomfortably. 

"Sure, what's wrong Lisa. Come in and close the door if you want." replied Sherri.

Lisa most certainly wanted to close the door, and did so and approached the desk holding the papers. "I searched for that bracelet, and couldn't find it, but I found this, and it looks the same, but not in gold." she said handing over the printouts.

Sherri looked and saw her bracelet, in steel, just like the one Robert had shown her that first night at his house. She realized why Lisa looked so uncomfortable. "I see, this is interesting." 

Lisa sat and said "Did you know it was a, well that it symbolized the, what it was supposed to mean?" 

Sherri considered for a moment, and only a moment, and said "Lisa, can we talk, girl-girl talk I mean?" 

Lisa nodded and felt very uncomfortable. "Yes, of course Sherri." 

Sherri nodded and said "I have grown to like and trust you more these last three weeks than I would have thought possible, so I am going to tell you the truth, and trust your discursion not to repeat it." Sherri looked again at the picture and said "Yes, I know what it symbolizes, and yes he told me, and I choose to wear it freely, and haven't had a moment where I thought I had made a mistake." She looked Lisa right in the eye and saw a confused and scared woman, probably much as she had looked a few weeks ago. "I love him with all my heart, he is my first thought in the morning, and I am his first thought. I submit to him, because it is right for me to do so, because I love him, and because he loves me. I can't ask you to understand, or tell you it would be right for you, I don't know, but I can tell you that I am happier than I have ever been in my life with him." 

Lisa stared at Sherri, she was sitting there telling Lisa that Sherri was some sort of sex slave, and Sherri said she was happy. This was insane, Sherri needed help. "Sherri, what has he done to you? We can find you some help, we can find someone for you to talk to." Lisa stammered trying to find the right thing to say besides "are you fucking nuts?" 

Sherri smiled. "Lisa, before you judge me harshly, or him, could you do me a big favor?" 

Lisa nodded, she did like Sherri and wanted to help. 

"Please do me the honor of dining with us tonight, I'll call Robert and ask him to please have Suzanne prepare enough for three, Suzanne is the cook, she is a Retired Chef and wonderful." said Sherri.

"Is she a slave too?" asked Lisa.

Sherri smiled and then laughed. "No she is a cook who chastises him when he makes Honey Mustard sauce for chicken. Please, I want to be your friend, and want you to be mine, I haven't had one in a long time, and want you to understand that I am happy, if nothing else. Please join us for dinner, and I promise you that nothing will happen to you. If you feel at all uncomfortable, you are free to leave whenever you wish." 

Lisa nodded, she needed to understand, this was too insane to be real. 

Robert took the call and frowned. He understood the reasons behind it, but wasn't sure how this would go. He told Sherri he loved her and trusted her and if she wanted a friend over for dinner to be exposed to their life, then that is how it would be. 

He then went to the Kitchen, Suzanne had left two Cornish Game Hens, hardly enough for three people, and had just left. He frowned, and considered. Putting the hens aside in the Fridge, he then opened the freezer, and took out three very nice Rib eye Steaks. He set about cutting the onions and mushrooms, and prepared a Green Bean Casserole, He set three Baking Potatoes out and after washing them, he wrapped them in foil and checked the grill. It had plenty of gas. 

He would grill out, doing mushrooms and onions on the grill with the steaks. For desert, he would serve the cheesecake that Suzanne had brought from the Bakery. That would be nice. He started a very nice Red wine to chilling, and looked at his watch. He had at least two hours before they would arrive. He called Sherri.

"Unless she follows the town car, how is she going to find this place?" he asked her.

"Shit, I hadn't thought of that, I could do a map on Google." Sherri considered, that would probably result in Lisa having an accident looking for one of the little turns. "Master, may I lend her my GPS, could the driver fetch it?" she asked.

"Certainly, it's yours, do with it as you please. Lend it or whatever." said Robert understanding. He went and opened Sherri's Lexus, and got the GPS out, checked it's batteries, frowned, and then replaced them. He had it waiting by the front door when the Town Car arrived. Passing it to the Driver, he told him that everything was OK, no problems, a friend is coming to dinner is all and doesn't know where the house is. 

Lisa spent the next hour and a half wondering what she would find. Sherri seemed so nice, but the idea of a slave, some sort of sex slave, a voluntary slave, and Lisa started to worry. What if they did something to her? What if they attacked her, and drew her into their sick fantasy world? What if they raped her and brain washed her to believe she wanted to be a slave too? What if Sherri was the bait, used to draw helpless women into this insane fantasy world? The more that Lisa thought, the more she was becoming convinced that the house was a castle, and some nut who thinks he is Count Dracula, or Doctor Frankenstein would be waiting for her dressed in black with Charlie Manson eyes to take control of her. 

Two hours later, Sherri arrived and a Toyota Corolla followed the Town car in. Robert stood back, he already had the Grill going, baking the potatoes, and they had about 40 minutes left before they would be done. The steaks were thawed, and seasoned. The Casserole would be ready 30 minutes after it got started. All was prepared for her guest. As prepared as he could make it on short notice. 

Sherri thanked the driver, and told him today was the last day, she would drive herself tomorrow. Please thank Mabel for her, and she would mention that he was wonderful. 

She invited Lisa in and saw how frightened and uncomfortable she was. "Nothing is going to happen except dinner and some conversation." Sherri said and was confused by the reaction, and then thought of her own reaction and understood. 

Robert walked out, and was wearing tan khaki pants, a pale blue shirt, and a camel hair sports coat. He hugged Sherri in greeting and whispered. "About what I expected reaction wise from her." and turned to Lisa. "Hi, You must be Lisa, Sherri has told me so many things about you in the last three weeks, I am very honored to meet you." 

Lisa hesitated, and then took his offered hand. She was invited in and she slowly entered the front door and Robert asked her to join them in the Living room. 

He looked at her for a moment. "I presume you were expecting a dark castle and some evil doctor playing the organ, perhaps Toccata and Fugue from the Phantom of the Opera?" he said with a smile on his face. 

Lisa couldn't help smiling, and laughing at her self, "Something like that." she admitted.

Robert nodded. "I will make you three promises, 1) You are free to leave anytime, no one will raise a hand to stop you. If you are uncomfortable staying, or feel threatened, then just walk away. 2) No one will lie to you, if we feel a question is a bit too intimate as yet, we will not answer the question, but we won't lie. 3) No one will lay a hand upon you while you are here."

Lisa almost blurted out How can I trust you to keep those promises, but held her tongue. She did trust that, or else she wouldn't be here, would she?

Sherri said "Robert, may I give her my gun, perhaps if she is armed she will feel more comfortable."

"Lisa, would you like a gun to protect yourself?" asked Robert.

Lisa almost nodded her head vigorously, instead turning to Sherri "You have a gun?"

"He gave me two Glocks, both are 9mm. I have them upstairs, and will tell you where to find them, if you want to go get one." said Sherri.

Lisa looked at her doubtfully. "He didn't give you any guns, no one gives a slave a gun." 

Sherri chuckled and described where they would be found, and asked Lisa to get them. "I would go get it to show you but am afraid you would run from the house screaming if I came downstairs with a gun in my hand." 

Lisa decided this was some sort of trick and declined. 

"Lisa, I doubt you believe me, but nothing non consensual happens here, nothing. Please relax, and enjoy a good dinner, we have wine, or if you are nervous about drinking around us, please take whatever you like. I have a number of soft drinks in the Fridge, and water is always available." said Robert.

Lisa looked back and forth between them. Robert was motionless, and sat calmly. Sherri was concerned about Lisa's reaction, but that was all, she was worried Lisa realized. Sherri was worried that Lisa wouldn't listen and understand. Why? She wants me to be her friend, and accept her for who she is Lisa realized, holy shit. 

"Ladies, I am going to go out on the patio, and finish cooking our dinner, does anyone have any moral objections to steak?" he paused and got two head shakes. "does anyone have an intense desire to ruin a nice steak by burning it to "well done"?" He got a smile from Lisa and Sherri on that one. "Does anyone object to Baked Potatoes, or Green bean Casserole, or the assorted trimmings of sauté mushrooms and onions?" final headshakes and he rose and headed to the back patio.

"He cooks? I thought you were the slave." said Lisa.

"I am, and he does most of the cooking, and the clean up a vast majority of the time." Sherri told her.

"It's not going to be easy to explain, but all I can ask is you try and keep an open mind, and understand, I like you and would like to consider you a friend, but I can't lie to a friend, and won't lie to a friend. This is who and what I am, and if you can't live with that, then I'm sorry." said Sherri. "Would you like to see most of the rest of the house? I'm afraid our basement may send you into shock in your current state, and think that would be one truth we choose to reserve at this time." 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 08



Lisa looked around, and nodded. "Sure."

Sherri walked her around, showing her the exercise room, entertainment room, Library that was destined to be the new office where she and he would work together. She lead her upstairs and showed her own room first, and the current office. She showed the guest rooms and then his room. 

"You have separate rooms?" asked Lisa in surprise. 

"It's my safe room, if I feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, I go there, and he won't follow. He is prohibited from entering the room without permission, that is mine to grant, or not." Sherri told her. 

"I also have a safe word, if a scenario or charade gets too strange for me to be comfortable with, I say it, and the scene stops immediately. No discussion, no argument, no coercion, it stops at once. If I am in bondage, then the bindings are released immediately. I am then free to leave the room, or go where ever I need to feel safe. I'll be honest Lisa, I never had that before. Among other things, previous boyfriends treated No like a challenge, if I moved their hand away, they would put it right back, and that always bothered me. If I use my safe word, everything stops right then, and there." said Sherri. 

Lisa knew what Sherri was saying. No too often was interpreted as a give me a minute and try again by most guys. But if she was the slave, how could she have the safe word like that. "Aren't you supposed to do what he says?" she asked. 

"Yes, and comply with his wishes. However if the request, command, or action is too extreme for me, and makes me uncomfortable, I can use the stop command, and know it stops the second it's used." Sherri said. "Tell you what, the word we use is Red, hardly a word you are liable to use the heat of passion, if he gets close to you, say the word and watch what happens to him. Test him if you want, that word is as powerful in this house as those guns are." Sherri said. 

Lisa wanted the gun, but was too ashamed to ask for it. She took the word, doubting the effectiveness. She would believe it only if she saw it. 

They went to the Patio and Robert was cooking on the grill. He checked his watch when it beeped at him and setting the utensils down rushed to the kitchen and opened the oven. He prepared the Casserole and moved it to the Patio table 

"I thought you would be more comfortable here, where you can flee if you are convinced we are going to do horrible things like feed you." Robert said with his charming smile. 

Lisa smiled, she still couldn't trust him, she knew that, he was some sort of sadist, that was it. He would never respond to some word like that. 

Robert took the potatoes and the steaks and wrapped grilled onions to the table, and returning to the grill shut it down and began to scrape it. "Please choose your own food, unless you believe I would drug them all and make all of us pass out or fall into some sort of trance, it should be safe I think you'll agree." 

Lisa narrowed her eyes, he was slightly mocking her, and trying to reassure her at the same time. To let her know her fears were baseless, and without any substance.

"Sherri, please get your laptop, perhaps Lisa can do some research while we eat and relax some." Robert told Sherri.

Sherri nodded and said "Yes Robert" and left the patio returning in a few minutes with the case she had carried to work. Lisa had seen the laptop and knew it was high end. Sherri had it fired up and handed it to Lisa and told her "It's connected to the home network now, you can surf the web or whatever you want to do." 

Lisa brought up an internet explorer page. "What do I search for?" she asked.

"Start with Bondage Safe Word please." said Robert while closing the grill lid. 

He approached the table slowly, gently, and sat down.

Lisa typed with one hand and ate with the other. The food was very good.

She saw the first link was to Wikipedia from Yahoo, and she clicked on the link and began reading. It was exactly what Sherri had said. A safe word meant to stop right now. There were variations on how it was used, but frankly, it meant stop and was apparently universally agreed upon by all members of this cult beforehand. Lisa turned the laptop to Sherri and she glanced down the page. She already knew all of that, they hadn't yet moved to the three words, but Robert had considered it already.

"Would you consider searching for Surrender wife next?" asked Robert as he ate and drank his wine.

It was a site where Laura Doyle told women to surrender to their husbands, and apparently was a companion to the book she had written and said had sold very well. 

"My point to asking all of this was simple, I wanted to show you that we practice fairly common things, using the common traditional approaches, and what I believe is good safety practice. Within the community, it is known as Safe, Sane, and Consensual. No other Domination is practiced by a responsible person, and both Sherri and I are responsible." said Robert as he wiped his mouth. Lisa had been reading for a while. 

She had followed some of the links in Wikipedia, and read descriptions of the lifestyle on the BDSM page.

She had seen photographs and looked at Sherri, and couldn't believe it. "Do you do this?" she asked pointing.

Sherri came around and looked. She saw a woman in leather with a bit gag pulling a cart. It was identified as a pony girl. "No 'pony girl' yet, but we have just started, I don't know about being in public like that. However, we do have one of those gags, so perhaps in the future, something to think about." she said smiling looking at Robert. He would look good on that cart. 

"We are just starting to explore Sherri's desires, and her willingness. We haven't moved to public humiliation or degradation to see if it piques her interest." explained Robert. "It's a slow process, you move slowly forward, taking time to digest the lessons of the last session, and taking time to determine what the sub likes." "What do you like Sherri?" asked Lisa astounded.

"Well, I like the bondage, love the teasing he does, it's so completely erotic the way he arouses me. I really do enjoy the submission to him, and performing the little tasks he gives me properly. I love being an elegant lady in public, knowing I am with my Master, and they know nothing about me." Sherri said considering each conclusion. "I especially like the climaxes he brings me to, they are like mountain peaks of intense pleasure, and I swear he can do it whenever he wants, and how often he wants." 

Lisa looked from one to another astounded. "This isn't San Francisco, we don't do that here." she said.

"Please search for MO FLOG" he said spelling the last two words slowly.

Lisa did and her jaw dropped MO FLOG stood for Missouri Fetish Lifestyle Open Group, a loose association of people who shared similar bondage interests. They seemed to meet once a month or so. They had very strict rules about what was permitted in the group and she was astounded. They limited gatherings to 120 people, which meant that there were more than that who would come if able to get in. 

Sherri who was reading along asked "Are you a member?" 

"No, I have considered, but again, am not sure you would be comfortable. I considered the rope bondage thing in Chicago at the end of May, but that is again, up to you my Love." said Robert. "The advantage to Chicago is we are far from here, and anyone you are likely to know, so there is a certain ability to remain in the shadows and out of anyone's notice." 

Lisa looked at him and asked "I thought you were the Master? Aren't you able to just declare we are going and she obey?" 

Robert smiled and said "Yes, but then Sherri would do it, but resentfully, instead of with love, as she would if she wanted to. She may even avoid any joy because of the resentful initial feelings. I should say that the relationship between the Master and Servant is one of trust, and understanding. The Master should never give an order he believes is impossible for his slave. He should never push his slave past the point of comfort, into something they are unable, or unwilling to try. Sherri would give an effort, but if she was uncomfortable, she wouldn't enjoy and the lesson she learned was that she could go through the motions, without enjoying herself. That would be a lie, and we don't allow any lies. One of the first things I told her was that the only wrong answer in this house, was a lie. If she gave an answer that displeased me, or was contrary to my wishes, and it was the truth, she would not be punished for it." 

Lisa was obviously confused. "I really don't understand. You give her orders, but you don't give her orders she would find extremely difficult or impossible to obey?"

"That is right. As an example, if I ordered her to undress right here, right now. She would hesitate, ask if I was sure, and if I said yes, she would do it. Despite the embarrassment, and humiliation she would feel, she would do it. Although it would severely harm her relationship with you, and the friendship she wishes to share with you, she would obey. Not because she wanted to, but because I had ordered it. She would resent it, and me for giving the order. It might be a wedge that drove us apart, and took time to repair, or might be irreparable. That would not serve our exploration, it would instead harm our journey." said Robert.

Lisa listened to him and turned to Sherri who was looking at him with her eyes sparkling. "Would you do it, if he told you to?" 

Sherri hesitated, and then nodded. "Yes, he is my Master, and I will obey him. I love him, and his understanding of me and my limits." 

Robert sat and considered. "Ladies, perhaps you will allow a suggestion, I think you should take some time together to talk. Any room in the house would be suitable. I will clean up here and not disturb you. Perhaps the Library would be most comfortable."


Sherri turned to Lisa, and saw Lisa nod. Sherri escorted Lisa to the Library and gave her another glass of wine. 

"I don't understand this, not any of it." said Lisa.

Sherri nodded "I know, it's a lot to get at once, and I know how unsettling you find this."

"Damn it, you're a Lawyer, you're a professional woman, not some Muslim bride or some Stepford Wife. Your liberated for God's sake." said Lisa with frustration in her voice.

"Yes, but if I may, how many times have you seen a Lawyer give advice, me give advice to a client about an issue, and have that client take another course, one I disagreed with?"

"Several times, you once said that if we could figure out a way to protect a client from himself, we would make a fortune." said Lisa.

Sherri then asked "On any of those occasions, did I refuse to follow the Client's orders? Did I give less than wholehearted support to the desires of the Client? Didn't I submit to the will of the Client? Become submissive and serve the desire and even obey the orders of the client?" 

"That's different.." said Lisa

"Is it? We submit to things all the time, all I am doing is submitting at home, with the man I love. You submit to the will of the government when you drive, obeying the laws of the road. You submit to the desires of your neighbors by not playing loud music at night. You submit to the wishes of others all the time, we all do, I just do it at home too." said Sherri.

"Has he brainwashed you?" asked Lisa 

"No, he opened my eyes, and showed me, how did he say it on our first day. 'I'll teach you how to live, how to love, how to laugh, Compassion, and understanding, and terror. What it is, how to face it, how to draw strength from it, and how to use it.'" said Sherri.

"Terror?" said Lisa

"Yes, he would show me something that was intimidating, and then wait while I blew up outraged at the idea of it. Then he would explain that this may never be used if I didn't reach that level." Sherri said.

"What do you mean about levels?" said Lisa.

"I believe your experiences on firsts was the same as mine. First boy to kiss you, feel you, caress you, and then finally to have sex with you. You were comfortable with a kiss, and then later your were comfortable letting him touch you. After that, you were comfortable with heavy petting, perhaps giving oral sex was a date or two after that, and finally all the way." Sherri said. 

"I don't understand." said Lisa.

"On your first date, did you have sex on your first date with a boy?" asked Sherri

"NO" said a shocked Lisa.

"Of course not, you weren't comfortable taking the relationship, or going to that level yet." said Sherri. "You haven't reached the comfort level for that action yet."

Lisa considered. "It's different." 

"Is it all that different?" asked Sherri. 

"I can't do this, I can't be a submissive, or surrender girl, or slave or whatever you call it." said Lisa firmly.

"I wouldn't ask you to, do you have any homosexual friends?" asked Sherri

"What? Uh, yes." said Lisa confused.

"Do you have to join them to be friends with them?" asked Sherri.

"No" said Lisa with sudden understanding.

"I don't need you to join my lifestyle, to be my friend. I am not asking you, to join my life as a slave, I'm hoping you will be my friend, and to be fair, I'm giving you a chance now, full disclosure if you will, to know who I am before we go on. I don't want to lie to you, and won't do it. I like you, and consider you my friend, and before I can ask you to consider me one, I need you to understand that I am doing this, and am happy." said Sherri.

"What need does he fulfill that no other man can?" Lisa asked.

"Do you remember the Friday after we turned in the Cenotaph File? I had gone to dinner with the Founding Partner on Thursday Night." said Sherri.

"Yes, it was a reward or something for your work. They said I could go after you left." said Lisa.

"I was sent to spend some quality time with my boyfriend, and let him know the Firm wanted his business while fucking him." said Sherri.

"WHAT?" said Lisa very shocked.

"First Carl told me about the Businesses that Robert owned, and how the Firm could really use all that business. Then he told me I could go and spend some 'Quality time' with Robert and let him know the Firm stood ready to answer any need he had." said Sherri.

"Those Bastards." said Lisa angrily.

"Robert comforted me, and told me he would take care of the firm, throw them a bone, and he just hugged me and was wonderful. Saturday, he sent me to a spa to get a full treatment. I was massaged, waxed, buffed, manicure and pedicure. I got a facial, hair style, and full makeover. Then we posed for Portraits at a Photographers shop, and went to dinner. We visited two of his other businesses, because I wanted to see them. I had the best day of my life, and it was because of him. He knew how much it hurt for the Firm to do that, and offered me a job then. I declined, I didn't like being sent to fuck him, and wasn't going to take a job fucking him either." said Sherri. "I accepted over the weekend, we had to establish some rules that I needed in place to be comfortable." 

"I'm so sorry about those assholes." said Lisa.

"He is always what I need him to be, a friend, a lover, understanding, and compassionate when I need him to be. He never asks anything of me when I am upset, instead giving me space and support." said Sherri.

Lisa smiled "If it wasn't for the whips and things, I would say he's perfect." 

Sherri thought of something Robert had said. "Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me." and laughed.

Lisa shook her head laughing along. 

"Saturday, after you were pampered at the spa, and had dinner, what happened?" asked Lisa.

"We visited the strip clubs, and then came home." said Sherri.

"You went to strip clubs with him?" asked Lisa.

"Yes, one was a male strip club, which he has named 'the beefcake grill'" said Sherri.

"He owns that one?" asked a shocked Lisa.

"Yes, he said if men can see women, there was no reason he could think of why women should not be able to view men in similar circumstances. Also, that place is almost out of control, those women are insane." said Sherri remembering.

Lisa sat and considered. "I have a couple more questions, if they aren't too personal." 

"Sure, if they are too personal, I'll defer." Sherri answered. "Like Robert said, we won't lie to you about anything here." 

Lisa hesitated. "When you were out, it was said you hurt your back horseback riding, did he hurt you?" 

Sherri looked Lisa right in the eye and said "No, and that was a lie, told not to protect him, but me."

"I don't understand" said Lisa.

"I will reserve details, unless you feel you need them to satisfy you, however he didn't do it, I did. I made a stupid mistake, he was out of town, and far from hurting me, he probably saved me. When he found me, he carried me up two flights of stairs, cleaned me, wrapped me in a Kimono, and put me in his bed. He called a Doctor and got me a prescription for Pain killers and some muscle relaxes. He told the doctor the same lie, I had hurt my back in an accident. He lied not to harm me, but to protect me from the humiliation of my mistake. He spent the weekend caring for me hand and foot. He did everything possible to ease my suffering, and maintain my dignity. On Monday, he called Franklin and told him the story of my horse back riding accident, again, to protect me and my dignity. He watched very carefully for any complications, or any sign of a more serious injury. He checked my temperature quite often, looking for signs of an infection. He carried me to my bed on Monday, and had his house keeper Carmen look after me while he took care of other things, and made sure I had soft foods the entire time. That was important, because I couldn't handle anything too solid." said Sherri. 

"Your OK now though right?" asked Lisa obviously concerned.

"Yes, No permanent harm, and no lasting problem." Sherri said. "If it wasn't for him, I might have had some permanent injury." 

"He carried you up two flights, and then waited on you hand and foot all weekend?" asked Lisa 

"Yes, he never complained, nor berated me for the mistake. He never mentioned it." Sherri said. "He only saw after my well being, both physically and mentally." 

"He's strong to do that, carry you up two flights like that." said Lisa. 

"Yes, and tender as he can be when it's needed, like then." said Sherri nodding.

"So he didn't hurt you." said Lisa thinking. She had suspected it after learning about what the Bracelet meant, and was sure Sherri was a battered or abused woman. 

"No, I did it. The details involve my lifestyle, and I'll give them to you if you wish, I trust you to use discretion and maintain the secret." Sherri told her.

"No, I don't need them, I believe you without them. I believe everything you have told me, although it seems so unbelievable." said Lisa.

"Friends should be able to trust one another." said Sherri.

"Yes friends should. How did you know you could trust me?" answered Lisa.

"When you found the bracelet's meaning you didn't go to anyone else, you brought it to me, you sought the truth from me before you decided what to do about it. That meant you cared enough for me to be concerned, and cared about what it might mean for me." Sherri answered. 

Sherri rose and met Lisa rising too, they hugged, friends. They had shared her most intimate secrets, and Sherri knew that Lisa would begin sharing hers. 

They started for the door, and Lisa stopped. "After the long day, the spa date, what did you do?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"I jumped his bones in the hallway just inside the door, and he screwed us both silly." said Sherri smiling, remembering the passion, and the fun of it.

"Oh My God." said Lisa with a disbelieving smile.




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 08



Sherri shrugged and said "It was the best day of my life, it was sweet, sexy, fun, and funny." 

Lisa sighed and they walked to the Patio. The dishwasher was going in the kitchen, obviously Robert had loaded it and started the cycle. The kitchen was clean, and so was the Patio. Robert was sitting calmly watching the sky darken and the stars come out. 

He rose and stood and asked. "Get everything worked out Ladies?" 

"Yes, I think we did" said Lisa. 

"Good, Sherri should have some friends, some friends she can count on, and I think she has made a good choice. I presume she offered you our assistance in any way we can?" Robert said.

"Yes, I'm not sure how I feel about her life, but she is a good person, and seems to love you, and you seem to love her." said Lisa with some reserve. "I won't be joining you by the way." 

Robert laughed "I wasn't inviting you to do that, I was asking you to be a friend. I understand you feel a certain resentment towards me, and that is natural given what you have learned. In time, I hope your feelings soften towards me, as you learn I am not Doctor Frankenstein or the Marquis de Sade. However if they don't soften towards me, then don't hold them against Sherri would be all I ask, and all I have a right to ask." 

Lisa frowned, he was so damnably smug and understanding. Smarmy bastard she thought, and then turning to Sherri. "It's getting late, and I have to get home, we have work in the morning."

Sherri hugged her and walked her to the door. "I'll see you in the morning, and thanks for coming to dinner and listening. It's, I can't tell you what it means to me." 

Lisa turned and said "You sure you don't want to come with me, you don't want to escape?" 

Sherri nodded and said. "I'm home, with him, because here is the first place, the first man, I have ever felt complete with." 

Lisa took her leave and Sherri found Robert waiting on the Patio for her. They sat. 

"She seems very nice, a good person, who is willing to give you the benefit of a doubt." said Robert in approval of her choice.

"I'm sorry you didn't get along with her better, perhaps next time." Sherri said and was cut off by the wave of Robert's hand.

"I would have been shocked if she had taken to me, she has learned too much for a single day, and perhaps later, in a couple weeks or a month or so, she will see that I love you as much as you love me." Robert told her.

Sherri rose and took his hand, they went upstairs, and fucked like mink as the saying goes. Sherri was disappointed, until he bound her hands, and then the passion increased for her. As she lay there, wrists encased in black leather, she thought about the pictures she had seen, resolving to find more information out about her life, more of what she can expect about her life.

Sherri woke to the light beeping of the alarm, and felt his arms around her stir. She loved waking in his arms, and would feel awkward waking any other way. So much had changed so fast. 

After the usual morning exercises and shower, which she enjoyed as well, Sherri joined him at Breakfast wearing the skirt and blouse he had provided for her today. 

"Master, I was wondering, do you have plans for our future? I mean, the end of our journey of discovery?" Sherri asked.

"No, You are learning, and so am I. I know you like the bondage, and the service aspect of the Dom Sub relationship. I don't know if you have limits in other areas you can't pass. Until I know what those limits are, and you approach them slowly, to find out, you can't figure out many of the things you want to know. For example, you mentioned the pony girl scene last night. I don't know about that in your case, it could be done in private in my yard, however it's intent is to be done in public, at a gathering of people with our interests. If you find the idea of performing an act in such a gathering rewarding, instead of terrifying, then it is a possibility. If it's terror causes you to panic and dig in your heels, then we explore other things. Right now, we are in the most basic areas for the most part. Light Bondage, nothing rigorous, no Japanese Rope tortures for example." said Robert.

"Japanese Rope Tortures?" she asked

"Imagine being folded into shapes like Origami, and tied to remain in such positions until released. The thing with the rope is when you approach the limits, you have to be able to communicate it, and that means a multi color code like the green, red, yellow codes. If you wait until panic sets in, and it takes five minutes to undo the ropes so you don't get hurt, then the panic is in full effect and difficult to bring you down from. It may scar you mentally, and may even cause you to back away from the entire Bondage scene, a scene you have found rewarding so far." Robert told her. 

Sherri considered and finished her breakfast. He was right again, if she waited too long to signal discomfort in a situation where ropes bound her every which way, it may take too long to get free, and cause her extreme panic. She remembered her reaction to the shock collar, and realized how powerful panic and fear could be, if they waited too long, the panic over that thing became intense, and she knew it. Even now, she would shudder at the shock collar because it had hurt, and scared, panicked her really, to the point where she was terrified of it.

"Couldn't we just cut the ropes in such a situation?" she asked him.

"Yes, but that presents problems too. Not the cost of the rope obviously. However let's say I have you bent backwards, and cut the rope pulling you that way, and you snap back to a more normal position. That could cause you injury, the sudden motion, a bondage whiplash." Robert told her.

"What things are possibilities?" she asked him.

"The sky it literally the limit. Do you enjoy body piercing? If so, what kind. Do you enjoy humiliation as well as service? Do you enjoy degrading experience? Do you wish to be photographed, which is what we will probably go to next, and if so, do you want the photographs viewable by others, submitted to message boards and forums where people with our interests frequent. Do you want to be on a leash in semi-public areas? With or without a mask?" Robert said. "As we both learn about your particular interests, and things you are unwilling or unable to try, we can determine what type of future you have." 

"I love the teasing, and erotic things, I obviously love the sex, and even enjoy dressing up for you." said Sherri thinking. "I don't know about serious pain though, and body piercing? What would I have pierced? How bad would it hurt, and what would the gain be would be questions I wanted answered." said Sherri.

"You see, your mind is opening, a month ago, if I had suggested you may get pierced, you would have lost your mind, now you trust me enough to know I won't do it just because." said Robert. "Each type of piercing, and I am considering that now, offers different types of stimulus as well as different opportunities. Nipple rings are popular in the community, and there are bondage clips and other items that are intended to work that way. There is pierced labia, inner and outer, and of course the famed clitoral piercing." Robert told her next.

Sherri felt her mouth drop open. "Why would I want my clitoris pierced?" she asked.

"It tends to increase stimulation, sexual stimulation. After it heals, say from 2-12 weeks depending on a number of factors, most of which can be controlled, you would begin to feel increased sexual stimulation, and even more intense and frequent orgasms. Additionally, the physical exercise you do daily helps with orgasms. They are more intense if you are in good physical health, including physical fitness." Robert told her.

Sherri considered and glancing at her watch jumped up and kissed her Master good by, and dashed to work.

She greeted Lisa warmly, and was gratified to see Lisa's warm greeting in return. She chatted with Lisa for a few minutes, finding out how Lisa's boyfriend was doing, OK, he was working last night, and she didn't get to spend any time with him, but that was normal. 

Sherri sat at her desk and opened her laptop and fired up her Firm computer. She started to work on the files before her, and finished one before lunch. She handed it to Lisa and took what Lisa had already done, glanced at it, and made three minor changes. They went to Lunch, enjoying what is now their standard of Soup and Salad for lunch. 

Sherri asked about Lisa's love, how he treated her, and showed interest in Lisa's life. Lisa admitted that the sex was OK, but not the mind blowing experience that Sherri seemed to experience. 

"I don't know if it's the Bondage, or if it's because Robert is so familiar with the female form. He is familiar with 32 erogenous zones on us." said Sherri between bites of Chef's Salad.

"32? I didn't know there was 32, are you sure?" said Lisa disbelieving.

"Yes, absolutely, he can play me like a piano, and sometimes teases me for an hour or more, getting my arousal to the state of near insanity." said Sherri. "He strokes here, touches there, caress this, flick that, and I'm drooling before long in desire." 


Lisa smiled while shaking her head. Her boyfriend, well at least he knew where the parts were, her last boyfriend had been like a blind man in a maze when it came to her anatomy. "I can't believe anyone can do that with a caress." 

"When I challenged him on it, we weren't doing it yet, he just reached out and stroked my hairline, and then the back of my neck. I nearly melted on the spot. Right at the dinner table I nearly begged him to continue." she told Lisa.

"Two caresses, and you were warm?" asked Lisa

"I was already somewhat aroused, but that was like turning the fire up." Sherri explained. 

"32 huh, do you think he can draw a map or write a book we women can give to our men?" asked Lisa with a smile. She hadn't ever been played like a piano, and it sounded fun honestly.

"I can ask him, or you can. Come by anytime this week, or next week, or hell, for the rest of your life consider our home your own refuge from the world. Come as often as you like, and stay as long as you want." said Sherri.

Lisa looked frightened. "I'm not being a slave to any man." said Lisa.

Sherri smiled back at her and said "I meant refuge from the stresses of the world, a place to get away from this" she waved her hand around them "not a place to go get played with. Lisa, you are very independent, and much more aware of who you are than I was. You forgave me for being a bitch for three years, and wished me well. That shows what a good person you are, much better than I was."

"You weren't that bad" said Lisa, but knowing it was a lie, and suspecting Sherri knew it too. "I was, and Robert chastised me about it once. We were shopping, and I was getting some shoes, and was rude to the salesman. Robert leaned over after the man had left and told me that this man was serving me, and I had a responsibility to be courteous and polite and appreciative for that service." said Sherri. "I spent the day thinking, and realizing what a flaming Bitch I had been to everyone." 

Lisa considered, this Robert seemed to be making Sherri into a different person, a better person arguably, but different from who she was. "I still think you have been, or are being brainwashed." 

"I know, and I can't convince you otherwise. All I can say is I am happier with him than I ever was before him. For the first time in my life, I am truly in love with a man. I am important to him, and he sets all things aside as needed for me. I never knew what it was like to feel so complete, so satisfied. If we sit and watch TV wearing sweats and eating junk food, I'm happy. If we go out, I am happy. Every day is an adventure, and he is there to protect, guide, and entertain me." said Sherri. 

Lisa glanced at her watch, and started to rise "We have to get back, Carl asked to see me after lunch, probably going to tell me what I'm doing after you leave." 

"Yes, it's time. Let me know what you'll be doing. I would love to come down and do lunch every week with you." said Sherri. "We should go shopping, I have a credit card of his, and I have no idea what the limit is, but it's high." she grinned wickedly at Lisa "I enjoy working it off." laughter drifted from them as they returned to work.

Sherri went back to work on another file, this one was easy and she was organizing it as Lisa returned from the meeting with Carl. Sherri saw her sit at her desk looking depressed. She rose and went to her Friend.

"It looks like you are going to be doing something horrible, what did he say?" asked Sherri obviously concerned.

Lisa held up a letter, and Sherri felt dread run through her. They couldn't have.

It was a notification of termination, effective at the end of the week, she would be unemployed with a Severance package of one months pay. Her benefits could be extended beyond that date by paying the full amount each week. 

Sherri glanced up and down the hallway and waved Lisa into her office. Closing the door, she sat Lisa in one of the chairs. "Lisa, I'm so sorry for this." she started.

Lisa said "It's not your fault, they said they may hire another associate, but until they do, they don't need a Secretary waiting around for that Lawyer." 

Sherri saw she was devastated and spoke quickly. "I know you are uncomfortable with the fact I work in his house, and live there, but if you will consider, I think I have a suggestion. We are going to incorporate Robert, and that means we need an address for mail and other correspondence to arrive at. Robert listened and said it sounded fine when I told him a simple store front or small office in a building, at first anyway. Someone would have to man it, so to speak, or perhaps woman it, and run the office. I don't see the need for a large staff until we get good and settled, but a Secretary/ Receptionist and an accountant were what I figured we needed." said Sherri

"I wouldn't work in his dungeon?" said Lisa.

"No, and it would be close to his house, so we could run back and forth with documents. E-mail would probably handle most of it. It would be as if I telecommute to work." Sherri said. "You would be the Office Manager, which meant you answered to Yourself, and then ME. He never interferes with the way one of his managers runs things, his Limo company is run by a 6'2" 250 Black woman who perpetually threatens the employees." 

"What's the pay?" Lisa asked "Benefits, responsibilities?" 

"I don't know, I can promise you it's more than you are getting from them, but I don't honestly know." said Sherri. "Benefits, I don't know, but can find out if you want to wait a moment." Lisa nodded, feeling somewhat better if slightly concerned.

Sherri dialed a number on her desk phone, and talked to Robert explaining what she had done. She then pushed a button on the phone and sat the handset down. "Robert, I put you on speakerphone." 

"Lisa" the speakerphone amplified his voice "Benefits are with the local hospital and the doctors. If you use a St. Joseph's Doctor, chances are it's a Preferred Provider we recognize. Pay, take what you are making now, and add 50% to it. I would double it, but this is new and I don't want to incur some huge overhead on the first day, I hope you understand. I usually offer my Managers a bonus system, which is paid either monthly or quarterly, we can discuss that if you like later in the week." 

"I'm not calling you Master." Lisa informed him determined. 

"Ok, just do me a favor, and call me Robert instead of YOU like Mabel does?" said Robert with a chuckle in his voice.

"Who's Mabel?" asked Lisa

Sherri said "The big black lesbian who manages the Limo company." 

"She refers to the Owner as "you"? asked a confused Lisa.

"Yes, normally she answers and says "What do you want and starts telling me all the things she has going on and how any request I make will screw everything up and make her kick someone's ass." said Robert.

"You haven't fired her for that?" asked Lisa.

"No, she is dedicated, hard working, and does whatever I ask, she puts on the act for those around her, I understand that, and she knows I get it. Additionally, the men respect and obey her. She is also one of the most scrupulously honest people I have ever met." said Robert. 

"Uh, OK, Robert." said Lisa confused.

"So can I hire her Robert?" asked Sherri

"Absolutely. Lisa is another of those scrupulously honest people, and that I always approve of." said Robert with obvious admiration.

"Thanks Babe" said Sherri and she hung up after wishing him a good day and promising to hurry home after work.

"So will you take the job?" Sherri asked. "One of your first duties would be to find an office space of some sort, something we can fit a few desks in for forms sake if nothing else." 

"Um, OK. I really don't want to submit to him, you understand that." said Lisa who was obviously troubled about this whole slave thing.

"Lisa, he asked you to call him Robert, and I know you probably have trouble with this, but he asked the driver, we had a Lincoln Town car and a chuffer Saturday, to call him Robert several times, and Tony, the driver kept calling him Sir. They have known each other for ten years, and I got the impression that this was an ongoing perpetual situation." Sherri told her.

"I'm sorry, I'm still trying to get my head wrapped around this. I've never met anyone who does what you and he do." Lisa told her "I'll take the job, and thank you."

"No thanks are needed, there is a couple great perks to this situation. If we want to take the day to go shopping, you don't need to check with the boss." Sherri laughed.

Lisa laughed too and shook her head. "You have lightened up so much, and are so much easier to get along with than just a month ago." 

Sherri smiled and said "Well, I still have some work for these people" she gestured at the files and documents "and I want to start thinking about where we should put the office for you and the as yet unnamed accountant." 

Lisa thought, Robert lived in an area she didn't know very well. "I was thinking about looking around and seeing what is out by where you two live, but I don't know the area well." 

"You still have my GPS?" asked Sherri.

"Yes, I meant to give it back to you, thanks, it was annoying but helpful." said Lisa.

"Use it, drive around, and see what you can. I'll start your salary this week, so you can call it work." said Sherri. 

Lisa thanked her and opening the door went back to work for the bastards who had just fired her. She thought about going to Carl and thanking him for the termination, it had worked out pretty well, a new job in minutes, and an increase in salary. The job didn't sound too stressful, probably she would get bored sitting in an office all day, she would have to consider getting some books or something to help pass the time.

Sherri finished another file, and that left two she saw at the end of the day. She waved good by to Lisa, as they parted on the sidewalk, and Sherri took her Lexus home to her Master. 

She arrived home and found him waiting for her, anticipating her arrival. She smiled and walked to him and hugged him gently, and kissed him. "Hello Master" 

"Hello my Slave, are you ready to experiment or are you too tired." asked Robert.

"Well, I don't know, but I'm not too tired. I'm kinda focused on the office thing. I want to get started on that." said Sherri.

"Ok, no problem. You can do that with this." He held up some leather straps. "It's a Chastity Belt, and in our life, they can be used to keep things in, or out." said Robert.

"Are you keeping something in, or out?" asked Sherri with a smile.

"Out, Sexual denial is a technique, I'm curious how you'll respond." said Robert simply with his own wicked smile.




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 09



This is a continuing work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone or any place living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental.

*

Sherri woke thinking of him, and knowing this was the last day she would have to leave him. She smiled, knowing her dream, which a month ago she hadn't known was a dream, was about to come true. They exercised, like always. She washed him and enjoyed the easy intimacy of it. She was sure Lisa would think it horrible, but it was nice, an intimate moment in the day, familiar, each comfortable in the role. 

Sherri looked at her clothing for work, and was a little shocked. The skirt was shorter than she usually wore, it was about four inches above her knee. Not vulgar, but a bit more revealing than she usually wore. Hanging up along the wall, not to far, there was a longer skirt. She knew she had to choose, and knew what she wanted to wear, what she had become accustomed to. She took the shorter skirt, and dressed in it. She looked at herself in the mirror and gaped. The heels were a little higher, and her skirt hem was higher too. She saw her legs, with the faint tan that the time by the pool had given her. She looked at the other skirt, and sighed. She would try this once, and see how it felt. No panty hose, some strange suspender stocking combo, which ended well above her hemline. Her skirt would have to clear her ass before they were really visible, so it was fine she decided. She turned examined her ass in the mirror, and she decided it looked good. She went downstairs with a wicked smile on her face. Perhaps she would enjoy this after all. Men would look, and want, but the only one who got her candy was her Master. She felt the suspenders rub on her ass, and she suddenly stopped as she entered the kitchen. She was going to be a horny fucking slut by the time she got off work. Robert was experimenting, trying to see how horny she would get from the stimulation of the suspenders and the short skirt. She gaped as she realized his torture for her today. 

Robert looked and smiled nodding. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Testing me again today Master?" she asked. 

"Everyday my love, everyday is a test, what will we do in today's situations?" Robert replied.

"I'll spend the day tugging my skirt down." Sherri said. 

"If it's uncomfortable, change to the other, you don't have to wear that. You have a choice." Robert said.

Damn him, she did want to wear it, her legs looked good coming out from the skirt, she realized that when she had looked in the mirror. She had always hidden herself, camouflaged herself, and she had recently looked at pictures of fashion and women and BDSM. She had looked and seen that her legs looked good, and she was proud of them. Perhaps it was her Masters exercise, perhaps it was that she had suddenly seen them for the first time. Perhaps she was waking to the fact she was a beautiful woman with sex appeal, and it didn't diminish her, it merely made her a woman. One who loved, and was loved. 

Robert watched her and then put the food onto the table, and invited her to sit. 

Sherri sat and considered. "Damn you, you know I want to wear this, and you know what it makes me, so you make it even more difficult for me." she said with anger in her voice. 

Robert stopped chewing and looked at her. He wasn't angry, he was surprised. 

Sherri felt her anger diminish, she shouldn't have said that. "Master, I'm sorry, please forgive me." 

"Certainly my love, You are forgiven. However the decision is no longer yours. You will wear that skirt is that understood?" he asked quickly.

"Yes Master, thank you Master." she said.

"Also, I think we need to make sure you understand that I will tolerate discussion, opinion, and even disagreements, as long as you remain respectful and obedient in expressing your opinion or point of view." said Robert without any anger, but with firmness.

"Yes Master, your slave forgot herself." she said. 

"Good. Now your desk arrives today, and I have some men coming in to move the furniture around. Carmen and I will be occupied moving furniture, cleaning behind the furniture, and setting up the office. I also have the phone lines scheduled to move today." Robert said. 

"Good Master, your slave is excited to be working with you." she said.

"First on your agenda is to find us a location for an office, and make sure it has a desk for you, and you are able to work there." said Robert.

"Yes Master, I have a list of possible locations. I am hoping to have one selected by Monday at the latest Master." said Sherri.

"Excellent, I am pleased." said Robert.

"Thank you Master." she said.

Sherri ate her breakfast and considered for a moment. "Master, your slave has a question?" she said

"If I can answer, I will." said Robert.

"Master, does your slave have any punishment coming? From my outburst earlier." she asked.

"Perhaps, I will consider." Robert told her.

"Master, if your slave has offended, she must be punished." she glanced at her watch, and said "I'm going to be late if I don't go now. Shit." 

"Have a good day slave, I'll consider your punishment." he told her kissing her gently with love.

Sherri went to work, and she smiled as she enjoyed the thoughts of her own punishment later. She turned heads walking to the office, and realized she liked it, and didn't like being a piece of meat. No, the didn't like it part was something she was supposed to feel, that was what a liberated woman is supposed to think. She was trained to think she was not a piece of meat, and Robert had shown her she was, and more than that. She was an intelligent, sensual, and sexually active woman who knew what she was, and who she was. Perhaps not all the details, but she knew the rough outline.

She walked into the firm for what would be her last day. She saw the Receptionist look twice, her skirt was short, but not a mini skirt. She knew that. It was just shorter than those who knew her would expect.

She walked to Lisa's desk and waved her into the office. Lisa had done a double take too. Sherri stopped and whispered to her. "Hi, how are you doing? I have a list of possible locations, Robert is excited about the project, and wants me to get started as soon as possible finding one."

Lisa looked at the skirt again and said "I presume the realtor is a guy who loves nice legs?" 

Sherri looked down and sighed "I wanted to try something new." she said. "Perhaps a bit short?"

"Not for anyone else, just surprising on you Sherri." Lisa admitted.

"Thanks, and I really appreciate the compliment." said Sherri waving Lisa into the office.

They talked about the locations for a few minutes. Then Sherri went about closing the last open file. Carl stuck his head in the office.

"Hi Sherri, today's the last day isn't it?" 

"Yes Carl, in fact, I'm nearly done, another hour or so, and then I guess I'll make the rounds and get started taking care of my new Client." said Sherri

"Great, we are ready to offer any assistance we can. Have you decided what course your going to take?" he asked obviously hopeful. 

"I haven't yet decided but it starting to look like a good candidate for incorporation, but I'll still need a permanent address for the corporation." she said.

"Well we can serve that purpose you know." Carl Suggested.

"Sure, and that is one of the attractive ideas behind that prospect." Sherri said giving the fuck hope. She had already decided, that this firm would get little of the work. She was going to oversee the tax stuff from the accountant. She was going to farm the stuff from the other companies to some tax firm, or firms, and this one may be one of them. Robert insisted on making sure the accountant didn't have access to writing checks, or if he did, they had to be signed by him or her. He said he was going to tell the bank to suspect every check, and call him if they had questions. More questions were better than no questions in his opinion until everyone got used to their limits. 

Carl said he was going to get out of her way and let her finish. Sherri went and finished the work quickly. 

Lisa took a phone call, rose and left her desk without speaking to Sherri. She was back in five minutes and looking upset, but happy.

"Carl says I can leave an hour after you do. There is no reason for me to be here being a secretary when there is no one to do it for." Lisa told her.

"Fuck him, leave with me in 20 minutes." Sherri said, suddenly angry at Carl. 

Lisa smiled, and said "I think I'll do that." and turned on her heel returning to her desk. 

Sherri finished up in ten, and then boxed up the few remaining items. She walked to Lisa's desk and said. "Box up your stuff, I'll be back in ten minutes." she walked down the hallway to Carl's office.

"Carl, you have a minute?" she said sweetly.

"Sure Sherri, I see you have the file." He said happy she had finished and could now convince Robert that this firm was the best choice.

"I do, and just talked to Lisa, you guys cut her loose?" she asked just as sweetly.

"Yes, we don't have anyone who needs another secretary, and we didn't see any reason for her to be hanging around until we found another Associate to sign on with us." Carl explained sadly.

"I called Robert and he had a wonderful idea." Sherri said.

"Really what was that?" Carl asked concern creeping into his voice.

"He suggested I take Lisa, and use her to set up some little storefront office, and use that as the corporation address. Then he asked why we couldn't hire an accountant to do the book keeping, and I had no really good answer." she said like it was a new thought.

"Well if he has us do it, then he knows someone will always be here, and always be available to answer the phone and handle any mail that comes in." said Carl, and he knew it was a lame answer as he said it.

"I know, but Lisa is great, and with a couple form letters set up, she can probably do the correspondence without any real trouble." Sherri said. "Robert reminded me that I had often talked about how great Lisa was as a Secretary, and asked if he thought she could manage the office for us?" Sherri shrugged like it was a natural thing. "I couldn't very well say no, I mean, she has done everything well so far, and managing a storefront office couldn't be that much bigger of a jump could it?" 

Carl grew more uncomfortable. "Well I guess we could handle the tax and legal stuff for you all, that would be a big help right?" 

"Oh yes, it would." Sherri glanced at her watch, her ROLEX watch that Carl knew was there. "Any reason Lisa can't leave with me? I want her to meet Robert and get hired on properly you know?" 

"Oh sure, that would be fine, and we'll be looking forward to anything we can do for you." said Carl trying to figure out something else he could say. The fucking bitch just screwed them out of I don't know how much money. Her and her boyfriend he thought. 

"Great, I'll let her know. Give my best to Mr. Whitman will you?" Sherri said breezing out of the office in her short skirt and great legs. She had an evil smile on her face and walked to Lisa's desk. Together they walked out of the law firm, and drove to the mall for lunch. 

Sherri asked Lisa to order for her, and then walked away towards the local electronics stores. She was back in ten minutes with a box in her hand. 

"Here you go Lisa, this way I get my GPS back, and you can still find your way around town." said Sherri.

Lisa looked it was the same model that Sherri had, and she knew it went for about $500, she had looked at them online after seeing how it worked on the way to Robert's house. "Sherri, I can't accept this, it's too much" she said.

"Don't worry about it, we're friends, and we can split up and check as many of these today as we can. If you see one that is perfect, call my cell and I'll let the GPS bring me to you." Sherri said reasonably. "Call it a perk or a welcome aboard gift or whatever." Sherri said. 

"Well, thanks, I mean really thank you. It works so well, even if the voice is annoying." said Lisa. "You get used to it I guess." 

Sherri nodded, and then after lunch they walked to Lisa's car and then to Sherri's car. They used Sherri's laptop to get the GPS updated and programmed. In ten minutes they were done, and Sherri waved Lisa on her way. 

She was just about to drive off when the cell rang. She smiled and answered who it had to be. Yes it was Robert, and yes she was out of work and starting on her first project for her new employer. 

"Great, the office here is under construction, and the Library is in the hallway upstairs. When the phone guys are done, it'll be ready to move the furniture in. Suzanne insisted on making sandwiches for the guys, and Carmen is running around like a dervish taking care of everything." Robert told her. 

Sherri smiled at the image of all the chaos, all for her. "Sounds like fun there." Sherri said.

"It is." Robert said. The wished her a good day, and good luck in finding an office.

Sherri took off listening to the GPS annoy her around the city and she arrived as directed at the first place. She took one look at the Building, and decided they weren't nearly this desperate for an office. This place was depressing and one day the janitor would find poor Lisa hanging from the rafters by a rope a suicide note clutched in her hand. 

Sherri moved on, one was OK, another would do if nothing else could be found in the entire St. Louis area. She was starting to lose heart when her cell rang and she glanced at it expecting Robert. It was Lisa. Either she had given up, or was calling to say Success. "Hello." she answered.

"I have it, Four rooms on the fourth floor of a building. The building was nice, glass and steel, but nice glass and steel, kind of tasteful. I explained what we needed and the Super showed me the offices available. The other is six rooms, and seemed kind of big. Nice area, nice cheerful hallways and color schemes. I hate to say this, but some were kind of depressing and I was considering asking for a raise."

"I know, I saw one and could just imagine you hanging from the rafters with a noose around your neck depression kills you know. Where are you?" Sherri asked.

"The fifth one" and read the address, and said she and the Super would wait for her. Ten minutes no problem. He was sweet and patient. Sherri arrived and agreed the building was well landscaped, and was more pleasant than she remembered it looking on the computer screen. She met Lisa and the Super in the lobby, which had a rent a cop behind a desk. Security was good, and that was a big plus. 

They looked at the four room and Sherri agreed it was excellent, One office for her friend Lisa, one for the Accountant, and another for a couple small desks which would rarely be used.

Sherri liked it, and called Robert to let him know. He laughed and said if all projects were solved this easily then it would be a breeze. No problem, pick one of them, give us a little room to grow, and we'll end up growing if this is any indicator. It seems that one of the Vegas casinos is asking for Robert to take a look at them and submit a bid on a contract.

Sherri looked around, and then asked to see the six room office. The six room office was only a little larger, and the rooms were smaller. The windows seemed somewhat less cheery. She asked if there was someone she could call to arrange to lease the four room office which was available. The friendly Super said sure, and then took them down to the second floor, and into an office. Sherri was surprised that someone was on the property, usually these things were managed off site. After discussing with the property manager, who explained that this was run differently, the management was on site, able to handle any problem that may arise. The Super was great at repairing most problems within a day or so, and anything that was out of his ability was fixed within the next 24 hours.

Sherri liked that, she knew all too well the frustration of waiting for one guy who says he can't fix it, and then the next guy is not able to either, finally someone shows up a week later to fix the drip from the ceiling that is now collecting in a waste can that has to be emptied twice a day. She took the contract, and explained that the suite would be leased in one name for about two months, and then when they had an address, they would incorporate, and then lease it in another name, the corporation name, for at least two years, with an option. The manager said no problem this wasn't his first start up company, and gave her a decent rate for the two year lease, and then offered her a better rate for the five year lease, a long tenant is a better one she guessed. She said she would discuss it with the corporation President and CEO and let him know tomorrow. 

She went outside and congratulated Lisa again, and told her to start thinking about office furniture. Four desks, forget a Reception area. Storage, filing that kind of thing, and something that the Accountant could use as a desk, perhaps a workstation so he or she could spread out. 

Lisa promised to do some shopping tomorrow, and Lisa agreed to meet with her in the morning, at Roberts House, and fill out her employment paperwork, taxes she knew, and Uncle Sam and the State demanded their money first. 

Sherri went home and was happy to find Robert lounging in his new office, OK, their new office. And told him he had a Corporate address, or would have tomorrow after she read the contract, and made sure they weren't getting screwed. She told him about the two and five year rates, and the onsite management. Robert turned to his computer and started tapping on keys. 

The Building was owned and managed by a corporation that existed on that address, good credit, paid bills on time which probably meant they were solvent. They didn't seem to own any other buildings and Robert decided it was probably something a Lawyer came up with to spend his money on, an investment. One Robert hadn't considered, but now was starting to. 

Sherri finished the contract, and decided it was probably OK. She understood the need for an early termination penalty, but it worried her. It also prohibited them from subletting the Suite should they need more room. That was fine, as she didn't see the probability in two years, however if they went with five, they might. 

Robert glanced at his watch, and saw Sherri sitting at her own desk and reading the contract again. He snapped his fingers and went "Oh yes, I almost forgot, your punishment." 

Sherri smiled and wondered what he was going to do to, or for, her. "Yes Master, your slave was bad this morning, and should be punished." 

"Yes you were, however first let's get you dressed. The clothing you are to wear tonight is downstairs. Please go get dressed and come back up here." Robert told her. 

Sherri stood and setting the contract on her desk moved from the room to carry out his orders. She was looking forward to this, he had obviously thought about it. 

She got downstairs and gaped at the dress he wanted her to wear. It was a stretch dress sort of, too thin to be a dress, perhaps a nightgown of some sort. She saw items on the counter, a chain with a gold pendant, a bondage pendant she realized. A velvet choker with "Slave" on it in silver. 

Sherri looked at the shoes, four inch heels, in black, with an ankle strap, and small padlocks on to fasten the straps. 

Sherri looked at the thong, and gaped again. It was nearly transparent, thin material, perhaps silken blend. She stripped out of her "work clothes" and started to put her "dinner clothing" on. She picked up the Thong and then she noticed the other items. They were on the shelf, and she knew where they belonged, and they didn't belong there. Robert intended her to use them, and bring them along. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 09



She gazed at the one, it was the thin white butt plug she had used her first anal experience, before she had injured herself. There was a tube of lubricant, and there was a whip. The medium flogger, and she was suddenly a little worried. Whatever he had planned, it was going to be a bit more than usual, but was that bad? Sherri knew the decision was hers, and she wondered if this was too much, a revealing outfit, a butt plug, and the whip would be extreme for her. She wondered for a moment, and then decided. She would do it, because she was his slave, and he wanted it, and that was the reason why. She would obey for the same reason she did everything now, because of him, and she wondered for a moment if she wanted to change. No, she didn't want to change anything.

She took the lubricant, and doing what she had done before, she lubed the plug, and then some on her finger, which she worked into her rectum. She then replaced the finger with the butt plug, and easing it in found it settled home gently and while not exactly comfortable, not uncomfortable. She washed her hands, Robert had told her about doing things safely. This seemed safe, to wash her hands after shoving a plug up her ass. 

She moved and found it wasn't too bad there. It didn't hurt and she took the thong and put it on. It settled easily over her butt plug, and she looked in the mirror. She turned and looked at her ass, you couldn't tell she realized. You couldn't tell she had a plug shoved up her ass. Only Robert and She would know if she had one. That was right she decided, only her Master should know what is going on with her. She took the dress, and noticed it had a bra built in, which explained why she didn't see one on the shelf for her to wear. She put the dress on, and it stretched out, and covered her, barely. She put the choker on and then looked into the mirror. The outfit, the choker, the butt plug , it all screamed slut. She took the shoes, and sitting on the hard wooden chair she put the shoes on and locked the padlocks for the ankles. She wobbled a bit on the shoes, and steadied herself. She looked into the mirror and adjusted her lipstick. She took the whip and carried it in one hand up the stairs, balancing herself on the railing with the other hand. She reached the top of the stairs, and adjusted the hem of her dress down over her ass. She could feel it and it stopped just short of the bottom of her ass. Whatever this dress was, it wasn't intended for wear in public, or she hoped it wasn't. 

She approached him in the kitchen holding the whip in both hands properly presenting it to her Master for use on her. Robert looked up and stopped the dinner preparations for a moment and looked her over nodding in satisfaction.

"Please take that and place it near my place at the table." Robert told her. "I'll be in with the food in a minute or two." 

Sherri took the whip and placed it near his usual place and then considered sitting, but decided she had better stand, he hadn't told her to sit yet. 

Robert appeared with a plate loaded with more than his usual amount of food and a large bowl. Sherri realized what the bowl was immediately. It was hers, she was going to eat at his feet, and she would be given no silverware, and she would get no wine, especially if she acted out again. 

Robert sat and placed the bowl on the ground. Sherri knelt and assumed her ready position. Robert nodded and said "Good Slave, you understand what is going on, you understand your position, and your duty to your Master. I am pleased." 

Sherri said "Thank You Master" and waited for some food. Robert scraped some from his plate, and then smiled at her like a good pet. 

Sherri felt the humiliation, and kneeling there, she bowed her head an reaching into the bowl took her first bite of dinner. She couldn't believe she was here, kneeling at his feet eating table scraps, with a plug up her ass. It was beyond belief, she had eaten in the nude, eaten half dressed, but always at the table, like a person, and with utensils. Sherri realized she didn't have anything to drink. 

"Master, may your slave have something to drink?" she asked. 

Robert nodded, swallowed and said "Yes my Slave, you may." 

He then put a bowl of water on the ground before her. Sherri reached for it and picking it up started to drink. She was humiliated, but she felt arousal growing. This was fucking humiliating, and Robert was watching her, and she was getting aroused. What was wrong with her. 

Sherri felt dirty, and she was starting to like it. She knelt there and waited for more food.

"Slave, I'm considering your kneeling perhaps changing you to a more standardized position. The general standard is knees further apart, and palms up on your thighs. Otherwise, you are doing it in the manner the others in our community consider the standard. I haven't yet decided, and was curious about your input on the topic." Robert said between bites. 

Sherri considered for a moment and then said "Master, I also read the position information last night. I was confused, because I didn't understand the need for the palms up. I could understand the reason behind the knees further apart, but I didn't understand the palms." 

"Good Slave" Robert said, and then scraped more food into her bowl. "You have been doing research, and that is good, and you admit your confusion, and that is good."

"Thank you Master" she said in regards to both of the actions, the compliments, and the food.

"The Palms up indicate a willingness to accept anything your Master gives you." Robert said.

"Then Master, I would suggest that you alter my ready position to reflect this willingness." Sherri said.

"Very well, adjust your position. I will make it easy for you. If you are prepared to proceed, your palms should be up indicating this willingness. If you are unsure, or uncomfortable, and wish to discuss it further, place your palms down. It will indicate a willingness to serve, but a sense of hesitation, or discomfort in the planned activity." Said Robert.

"Yes Master, your slave understands." said Sherri between bites. She licked her fingers, having no napkin, and being unwilling to spill on the dress. "Master, may your slave ask a question?" 

"Yes my Slave." said Robert

"Master, why didn't you standardize the position initially?" asked Sherri.

"For a simple reason, We were in basic Slave training, however tonight is your graduation into a more advance world. We are now comfortable in the relationship, and you are comfortable as a Slave. You are even happy aren't you?" asked Robert.

"Yes Master. I am happy." 

"Now, you will begin to use the three color system we discussed the other night. Green means you are comfortable and willing to continue. Yellow means you need me to stop one thing. The one thing we are doing new, or is now uncomfortable. Red means stop everything. In the case of bondage alone, like the Japanese Rope Bondage, Yellow means you are getting scared and need to be released soon or are getting more pain than you expected." Robert told her. 

Sherri replied "Yes Master, I understand." 

"Are you comfortable with these changes Slave?" asked Robert.

"Yes Master." said Sherri, and she was.

"Good, how do you like the meal Slave?"

"Master, it's humiliating, and somewhat arousing as well." admitted Sherri. 

"That is why we are moving along to the next level. You are finding arousal in new places, places and things you hadn't found them in before." Robert told her. "We are going to begin something else new, something that we need to start to keep you mentally healthy." He scrapped more food into the bowl. "We will begin to do after scene discussion and comforting actions. We'll cuddle and discuss what happened. We will down your mind slowly to make sure you are healthy mentally. If we don't start that as we move forward, you may find a depression follows the scenes." 

"Depression follows the scenes?" asked Sherri.

"Often it does. If you aren't comforted afterwards, by your loving Master, you may experience some depression. The pain and bondage will become more extreme. The letdown after you experience the inevitable orgasm during these scenes will be just as intense as the sex and scenes. This is often referred to as Sub drop, and the intense experience is called Sub Space." Robert told her. 

Sherri shuddered, and said "I'm not sure about the pain Master." 

"Don't worry about it, remember you have safe words that will protect you. If you use it now, you can eat on a plate and using silverware. You can go remove the plug if you want." said Robert.

Sherri was looking between him, and the empty bowl. She wanted to eat, and she wanted to please him. She was hungry and the small amount of food she had eaten, the table scraps she had eaten, hadn't satisfied her hunger. Her arousal was also increasing making another hunger something to consider. The Butt plug had become more comfortable, and now acted like an gas flame jet adding to her passions. "Master, your slave is satisfied where she is." said Sherri, and she meant it she realized. 

"Good Slave, your progress is very good." said Robert as he patted her head like a dog, and then stroked her hairline. 

Sherri shuddered in pleasure, he was teasing her, with the promise of sex, and of food. She wanted both, her stomach demanded food, and her vagina demanded attention. She realized with the thin thong, she was going to be showing her arousal and he would probably smell it any moment now. This humiliation added to her arousal, and she wondered where she would stop? How long before she paraded around naked with clips and rings all over her and pronounced that her Master was the one true Master. She had read that last night, and had stared in shock. Yet now, it seemed like an idea who's time may not have come, but who's time was on the horizon. 

Robert scrapped the last of the food from the plate into her bowl, and she attacked it ravenously, every time she moved forward, the butt plug notified her that it was there, and she squirmed in pleasure and anticipation. He would not deny her tonight, she knew that. He would take her, probably binding her roughly, and whipping her before, during, and after, she would cuddle with him. Discussing anything she found erotic, sensual, sexy, or disturbing. Being brought down by her Master from her high of pleasure. 

Sherri felt the skirt ride up and ignored it, licking her fingers from the wonderful meal she had eaten like an animal, and slurping the rest of her water from her bowl. Sherri could almost hear her Grandmothers voice in her head from a very long distance telling her she was a disgraceful little whore. 

Robert then attached the ankle shackles with the 14 inch chain, and then told Sherri to assist him with the dishes. Sherri found it difficult to move with the short chain, and she was careful not to drop a plate or other item. She struggled with the dishes and helped Robert clean up and put the dishes in the washer. She noticed her plug was getting sore, apparently her limits were quickly approaching and she wondered how to broach the topic, and then decided. Honesty, tell her Master. "Master, your slave is starting to feel some tenderness, from her butt plug." she told him.

Robert turned and looked at her nodding slowly. "Excellent, you advised your Master of a impending possible problem. That is excellent. Please go downstairs, you may remove the ankle shackles on the stairs, and I'll be there shortly remove the plug." 

Sherri was happy, he understood she was getting sore, and didn't want her to get so sore she had a flashback to her injury. Sherri hadn't considered her injury, she knew this one was smaller than the one she had hurt herself with. 

She went to the door, and disconnected the chain between her ankle shackles and used her finger to access their dungeon. She went downstairs, and reconnected the chain. She went to her pillow and knelt on it awaiting her Master, she moved her knees further apart than she had, and then placing her hands palms up ready to receive her Master.

Robert appeared after a moment and nodded to her. "Good Slave, you are accepting your new position well." said Robert. "I have taken the liberty of ordering you a chair for the Dungeon which will be placed here." he gestured to the right of his own throne "and I believe you will find it meets your needs here my Slave." 

He then told her to rise, and follow him to the table. She did as ordered and stood beside him awaiting the expected order. He placed her across the table and then gently moved the thong aside and removed the anal plug and placed it right in front of her on the table as he inspected her anus. "Good, it stretched back to where we had it, excellent." said Robert. He then replaced the thong, it was obviously damp already.

Sherri stared at it, fascinated. It glistened with the lubrication she had used. It smelled strongly of the lubricant, and her own ass she realized. It was small, bright white, and glistened in the lights of the dungeon. Sherri felt her arousal growing, knowing her Master was stroking her, caressing her ass intentionally in a manner to excite her.

Robert watched her, she didn't look away, she didn't turn from it. She wasn't disgusted by it, she remembered the incredible orgasm she had when he had sex with it in her. She undoubtedly recalled the pain from the mistake, but it wasn't the defining event in her experience. Robert realized something he should have known. She defined her experiences with him not by the pain, but by the pleasure she experienced with him. The negatives were all drowned by the positives she experienced. Perhaps she was so desperate for any positives, from the years of so many negatives, she didn't wish to dwell on them. That was the denial issue with her, when she was denied something, it caused the negatives to gain ground, and doubt entered her mind like a charging rhino.

Robert started to caress her and activate her erogenous zones. Sherri felt arousal flood through her, excitement rushed her. Sherri knew her feet were shackled. She tried to spread her feet and felt the resistance. She reached over and grabbed the far side of the table, and enjoyed the feeling of arousal and excitement. 

Sherri started to pant and Robert flicked a whip across her ass, Sherri jumped and then looked at him and said "Yes Master, I have been bad." and felt the flick of the whip again, and again, and again. 

Robert flicked her ass, her back, her legs. He stood her up and ordered her to place her hands behind her head. He flicked her stomach, under her breasts, and then the inside of her thighs. Sherri wanted it, and she fought to resist the urge, finally giving into it and lowering her hands and reaching for him. She needed him now, and she was going to have him. 

Robert intercepted her hands, and then took her to her knees. He connected additional shackles to her wrists and then connecting her wrists to her ankles. Sherri was stuck kneeling, she couldn't move out of her position, she stared at his crotch, knowing it was there, knowing it was right there, so close. Robert continued flicking her with the whip, alternating a gentle caress now and again, and Sherri felt desperation grow within her. 

Sherri tried to maintain, and finally gave into the passion. "Please Master, I need it, please fuck your slave, please take me." she begged. 

Robert took her shackles off, and connecting her wrists behind her after tearing her thong off. It was practically soaked with her arousal. He Stood before her, her ankles free, and let her nuzzle his groin. She moaned in desire wanting him, and wanting him to take her. He opened his pants, and stepped out of them. Sherri threw herself at him taking him into her mouth, and sucking him to get him hard. 

Robert asked her "Are you ready my slave, are you ready to fuck your Master?" 

Sherri didn't speak, she was fully occupied, happily sucking him, she loved to serve him. He reached down and pulled her to her feet by her hair, and she looked at him hungry for his cock. Robert forced her to lie on her stomach and stood behind her, he aimed at her and thrust himself into her in one forceful motion. Sherri screamed in pleasure and shock. Normally he entered her if not slowly, then somewhat gently, this was almost painful, and very surprising.

He slapped her ass, harder than he had before, and pulled her hair again, pulling her head back, and she let out an impassioned groan as he did. Robert rapidly pumped into her and thrusting viciously slapping her ass and then whipping her as he furiously fucked her. Sherri strained against her bonds and writhed in ecstasy. 

Robert felt her orgasm start and thrust deeply into her to intensify it. She tensed and rode it out, and Robert pulled out of her. He moved and grabbed four chains and then grabbed some things from the nipple section. He took her wrists and separated them, and then rolled her on her back, chaining her legs back and up and then her wrists. He stood on the floor and entered her again, then placed a cloths pin on her nipples. She cried out and another orgasm struck her as he lowered his hips, causing his erection to poke into her G-spot, and she writhed in pleasure and pain. Robert hesitated and then reaching down pinched her clit between two fingers. Sherri screamed and cried out in pain, no orgasm, even with the G-spot stimulation. OK, she wasn't that far yet, and he slowed and removed the clips, instead caressing her breasts, easing the pain, and she responded again. She felt her arousal increasing and she moaned in anticipation. Robert lowered his head while keeping himself in her, and licked her breasts, sucking on her tender and sore nipples and Sherri writhed and tugged at her chains wanting to pull his head down harder. 

Robert licked between her breasts, and then gripped them tightly, and Sherri arched her back. Robert started to thrust faster. He was nearing his own Orgasm and he wanted the release. He pulled out and straddled her, pumping himself between her breasts, and when he came, he shot across her face and on her neck and drained himself between her breasts. 

He waited and then released her right wrist, and while her hand moved to him, stroking his penis between her breasts. She looked up at him, and looked lovely and satisfied with the semen on her face. He took the butt plug, which still glistened and wiped his own semen from her with it. Robert held it up, it glistened now with semen and with the lubricant. Sherri watched it with some fear, and some fascination. Robert watched her, and then set it aside. He released her other wrist and then both ankles and took her into his arms. They embraced and held one another for a long moment, perhaps two minutes later Robert took her to the shower, and they began to wash, this time, Sherri received her own body washing from her Master. He carefully and with love and affection washed her as she had always washed him. He did so without comment, and with a small smile on his face. His only words during the entire after scene was from time to time to tell her that he loved her.

Sherri the slave was uncomfortable at first, then relaxed into the caring body wash she was getting, and found she enjoyed this too. She washed him and then after washing their hair, they stepped out of the shower and Robert dried her off. He wrapped her into a kimono type robe and then put some sweat pants on and took her into his arms hugging her to him again. He then walked with her arm in arm to the couch and they sat down.

They snuggled and kissed and held one another telling each other that they loved one another. They then discussed the scene, Sherri hated the clit pinch and Robert said it proved something he had suspected, and thanked her for enduring. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 09



"Master, what did it prove to you?"

"That you don't like denial, and you don't like pain. You don't have a strong masochistic streak in you." said Robert.

"Did you think I would have a streak of that?" she asked.

"No, but we are eliminating some things. Some things are being erased from your future my love." he said

"Like what things Master." Sherri asked.

Robert adjusted her on his lap, and he took the wireless keyboard, and activated it. Using the remote he turned on the Television and changed the input to the networked computer. He opened two different Netscape web browsers and on the first he started the thing searching. It was told to search for pain bondage masochism. She gaped at some of the images he brought up quickly. Women who were obviously being tortured, and Robert pointed to one video and asked her to watch the end. Sherri nodded.

The woman was at the end of her torture session, being whipped while she was leaning on half an iron maiden. The spikes poked her, and some of them bled. She cried and screamed and Sherri turned away. This was not sex, this was horrifying. There were bruises on her back, and some of the whip marks had broken the skin, and were bleeding. The scene ended, and then the girl was there, sitting in a similar kimono, and hugging and kissing her Dom much as she had just done. She was obviously happy, she turned and showed the camera her back which was still striped and still seeping blood, her Dom licked one of them, and she shuddered and smiled. 

"She enjoyed that?" asked Sherri shocked.

"Yes, she did, her particular kink is pain, the more the better. In any other society she would be a battered woman, in ours, she is an extreme pain slave." Robert told her.

"That's sick, it's insane, she needs help." said Sherri.

Robert brought up the second web browser, and started another search. This time bringing up the American Psychiatric website, and searched for masochistic. He opened that link and it was there. Sherri read, and heard the printer start it's thing, spitting out the pages she was reading. She took the keyboard and scrolled down, reading fast. She couldn't believe it. It's no longer considered a mental illness. It seems that in the manner that these events take place, they are controlled and reasonably safe, and it's the endorphin's that submissive who has a masochistic streak seeks from the events. 

Sherri rose and took the pages from the printer. She read the article again, and she realized that this was essentially the policy, no the stated policy of the American Psychiatric Association. 

"I don't understand, that was brutal, barbaric, there was no sex, no love, just pain being given and taken, begging for more." she said.

"It was what she wanted, not what you want, I can understand that, and you should be able to." Robert told her.

Sherri looked back and asked. "What is in my future?"

"I don't know for sure, but that isn't in your future, and that is heartening." Robert told her. 

"I kind of like being whipped, will I grow to like that?" said Sherri.

"No, the test was tonight, and you failed, or passed, depending on your point of view." Robert told her. "When I pinched your clit, your arousal dropped like a rock from the tower of Pisa, you didn't enjoy it, and it didn't heighten your experience. Slight pain, stinging pain, you accept and turn it to arousal. Serious pain, you don't, it extinguishes your arousal." 

Sherri walked back around the couch and sat on his lap again, and hugged him. He wouldn't do that to her, he wouldn't give her pain and hurt her. He did one time, to test her, but now she knew pain wouldn't be in her future, only pleasure and love.

"However, you did enjoy the humiliation and degradation and the service. You like the bondage, and you love the pleasuring." Robert told her. "So we start to explore your limits on those paths. We close the path of pain, and masochism. That by the way means you won't ever take the largest whips. They are too extreme for you, even with pulling at the last second, the pain would be punishment, not an aphrodisiac."

"You hit me with it on our first day." Sherri said accusingly.

"May I demonstrate on the post, not on you my love?" He asked. 

She nodded and got off of him. He took the large slapper from the wall and walked to the post. 

"This is full strength, holding nothing back." Robert swung and the large strap snapped powerfully and loudly on the post. "I'm going to do it again, watch the end of the leather strap, and see what it does." He did it again. 

Sherri saw the end wrap around the post, almost hugging it. "Ok, what did I see?"

"You saw the end wrap and then withdraw because I didn't pull. That slashing motion is extremely painful. The bullwhip for example, will crack from that slashing motion." He took the bullwhip and demonstrated. 

Sherri heard the sound, one heard from nearly every Cowboy movie. It was a panic inducing crack that was there. 

"Now, watch this." he threw it out, the whip slashed across the air, but no crack. It didn't crack.

He took up the leather strap and as he swung this time at the post, she heard it slap, but softer, and it wrapped further up the strap, and this time it didn't withdraw, instead it loosened and dropped. 

"You did it to me, but you did so without giving me the maximum pain?" she asked, trying to understand. 

"You saw your legs, your back, and your ass. There were light bruises, nothing more was there." Robert asked.

"No just the light bruises. I thought it was strange but so much was." Sherri said.

"Yes, light bruises, because I was terrifying you, not killing you. I didn't want to beat you to death." Robert told her. "When it looked like I would have to beat you half to death, I told you no more." 

Sherri nodded, thinking. "Yes Master, you refused to do it to me for the next two years." 

"Yes, even doing it lightly, it would start to leave scars. It would break the skin and do permanent damage." Robert told her.

Sherri moved forward and hugged him again, even then, before she loved him, before he knew she would love him, he wouldn't harm her more than absolutely needed. "Thank you Master, your slave understands now." 

"There are other things that we will experiment with later, we won't do anything as extreme for a few days, probably a week minimum, to give you time to consider and grow comfortable with the ideas, and recover. No one can handle such extreme stimulation and emotional exertion everyday." Robert said.

"Master, when you wiped the anal plug on me, I was scared." she admitted.

"I know, but you were also fascinated weren't you?" he asked her.

"Yes, I was wondering if you were going to have me lick it, and I didn't know if I could." she admitted. "It was in my ass, and hadn't been cleaned. It was so dirty." 

"Would you have licked it if I told you to?" he asked her.

"I was tempted to scream Red when you were holding it before me, I was tempted to scream yellow." she admitted. 

"Did you want to lick it, even a little?" he asked her.

"I don't know, it was confusing and frightening. Do people do that?" 

"Yes, and this weekend, take some time, and surf the net looking for ass to mouth, and then tell me what you saw and what you thought." he told her. 

They cleaned the items they used, replaced things where they belonged, and straightened up after themselves.

They walked upstairs, and then sat in the new office to talk about the contract for the Corporate office suite. Sherri liked the location and had no problem with the Lease contract. 

"If you choose to sign it, as the Future CEO and President of the Corporation, then the only question is décor, office furniture, equipment, and such. Usually the corporate answer is to lease the equipment, I presume that is what you will do?" she asked.

"I'll sign it, we can go tomorrow morning and do that. Afterwards, I'll come home while my Corporate Council and Office Manger go shopping with your credit card and buy the furniture and copiers and such. I'll have my guy get the computers and networking stuff when the office is ready." Robert said. "I don't lease usually. I own all the property all my other businesses occupy. I don't lease office equipment, I buy it outright." 

"But you can write the lease off on your taxes." she said.

"Yes, the other option is to donate the old equipment to a charity auction and write the value off on the taxes in three years or so." Robert told her. "A lease means the equipment is used by me, but not controlled by me. My information on the computers might be compromised. It means that the copier might cost one thing one month, and another price the next if we make more copies. Which we have to pay for anyway, the materials, toner and paper. In the end, it costs less to buy, and donate, then it does to lease it. Also I can write off the depreciation of the equipment this way."

"I see your point, and I admit it has merit." said Sherri. "I can run the numbers and we can look at it if you want." 

"No, I'd rather pay more and do it my way, it's safer for us, and safer for the clients information" said Robert.

"So what is my limit for the office?" she asked

"Use your judgment, it's exceptional you know. Lisa may have to do some running about, let's consider if we want to pay her for mileage, or if we want to get her a company car. That means a gas card, and other annoyances." he said. "There is also an idea of providing her a car, in her name, and paying her for mileage. We could call it a bonus if you wanted." Robert told her. 

"I'll consider it, and will discuss my ideas with you when they are firmer." Sherri said unsure.

"Finally, after we have the Contract signed, I'll get the utilities started, phones, internet, cable TV. After that, I'll stop by Whitman and Parker to get them started on the Incorporation paperwork, unless you want to talk to them." said Robert.

"I'd rather go to someone else, I don't like them anymore." she said.

"I know, but there is method to my thinking. Lisa has to count on them for a reference if she ever leaves our employ, not fired, but if she quits or moves from this area. If so she will need a good reference and you can pin them down on that while the incorporation papers are being drawn up. I intend to have Franklin, the Founding Partner of the firm, write a letter commending her in the highest possible terms. You as well for that matter, which would then go into your personnel files, as well as to you. If they discover you are screwing them in say a month, and not giving them the business you had lead them to believe, they may try and take revenge on Lisa and you. References are important to most of the world, and a negative recommendation from them could cause problems." Robert said easily. "This pins them down, they can't say you or Lisa was a horrible employee if you have a letter from the old man talking about how wonderful you and Lisa were." 

Sherri smiled, and then laughed out loud. "It will kill them to understand how ably you outmaneuvered them." 

Robert shrugged. "Greed is a powerful weapon, and should be used sparingly." he said. "Besides we owe them for a couple things." he said quietly. 

"Yeah, Lisa was pissed about that when I told her Monday Night." said Sherri.

Robert nodded and then took her upstairs, and suggested she read for a while before bed. 

Sherri started "The Story of O" and was astounded. She checked her laptop and found it was published in 1954 and was shockingly erotic. Sherri read the first 60 pages and then went to bed with her own Master, happy that he didn't demand she share herself with any man, as the computer article said O was required to. 

She snuggled down next to him happy and content. 

In the morning, they woke, kissed and started the new morning routine. They exercised a little longer, Robert had told her he was getting soft with only a ½ hour workout. They upped it to just under an hour, for the last 15 minutes Sherri watched as Robert moved himself through exercises with sweat pouring from him. 

They showered, and dressed in their clothing. Sherri washed him and then herself understanding that her being washed by him was a reward for exceptional effort. Breakfast was sliced strawberries and English muffins and a small bowl of yogurt. 

Robert sat at his desk and called the payroll company he used and told them to prep for two new employees on his account, then he told them at least one more would be added in the next couple weeks. He pulled documents from his file cabinet and was relieved to see he had four complete sets of the employment documentation he would need. 

Lisa arrived at 8am, and greeted Sherri with a smile and then shook her head. "Sherri, your glowing like a neon sign again, you two are like teenagers for Christ sakes." 

Sherri smiled and walked Lisa into the Office. "He turned the Library into an office for us, and moved the Library upstairs." 

Robert gave them the office to fill out the forms, including tax withholding documents and then they watched as he faxed the documents and payroll instructions to the Payroll company, with instructions to start the pay on this past Monday. 

"OK Ladies, shall we go to the office and get those papers filled out and signed. Afterwards Lisa, if you will accompany Sherri and help her pick out your office furniture." Robert said.

"Sure, I would like to pick my own desk." said Lisa honestly.

"Great, now ladies, lot's of work yet today." said Robert. They took two cars, Lisa rode with Sherri and Robert drove his Audi to the office. They met in the parking lot and walked inside. 

After Sherri re-read the contract to make sure it was the one she had read last night, she advised Robert to sign, no changes, nothing different from what she had read and they had discussed. Robert sighed it, and got the information he needed. He called and got the Telephones set up. Four phone lines, one High speed DSL line, and then called to make the Cable TV folks get them on a list. He bugged the woman until she agreed to have it in Wednesday. The Phones would be active on Monday, and they would be there to test the lines before lunch Monday. Robert told the Manager that he would need five keys to the office. The manager gave him two that he had now, and promised to have the others available Monday before lunch. The Janitor would be advised that suite 4D would be occupied and would put it on his full cleaning list. 

"Lisa, that means that Monday, you have to be here. At least until lunch. I'm sure the Manager can scare up a folding chair, but until the furniture is delivered, there isn't any need to hang around all day. The only equipment we have to have by Monday morning is enough phones for the phone company guy to get set up Monday Morning. After lunch, I guess you are free to enjoy the day." Robert said. "Sherri, you and Lisa go find some furniture, try and get it delivered next week. Monday, you and I are going hunting for an honest accountant." 

"You act like that is going to be hard to find." said Sherri.

"It is harder than you think." Robert said. "I want one who is honest, who won't lie, cheat, or steal. One who won't cover up for someone who is. Accuracy is important, but all accountants are accurate." 

"Robert, that is what all accountants do, they honestly enter the data and check it to be sure it's right, they don't steal because they are audited by other accountants and would be caught." said Lisa.

"True, but they can cover up for someone else, a friend or someone who is blackmailing them. That may not be caught until an audit, and could cost millions." Robert told her. "I want to know before then, fix the problem, eliminate any threat, and that means a man or woman who I can trust." 

"OK, I guess I see your point." said Lisa.

"I trust you, and one thing I mentioned to Sherri is filing cabinets, lot's of them, because there will be lot's of paper during the year. And you will have more access than anyone ever has had to my Business information. You and Sherri are the first people I have ever trusted with this much information, and I readily admit I am uncomfortable exposing myself this way. If I have an accountant I can't trust, then all my time will be spent looking over his shoulder, instead of growing the company." Robert explained. "That means that it fails, and I sell everything and invest online buying municipal bonds and other securities. I don't want to do that, I like giving people jobs, paying them above average wages, and doing what I can for them. Most companies hire someone for a job twice in the same year. In other words, the average time a Security Guard works at a company is about six months. At my company, it's 36 months. That number is growing, as the guards I hire are trained once, and then stay with the company for three years. We don't' have a lot of supervisors, because we don't need them." 

"I think I understand, and will do my best." said Lisa.

"I know you will, and believe this, I'll do whatever I can to help you if you need it. I trust and protect my people." Robert told her looking her in the eye. "I'll be boring at first, and I'm sorry about that. I'm putting TV's in the offices, and will not block the movie channels, or any channels. I'll try and schedule an appointment for you to meet the accountant, I want to avoid any personality conflicts. However I doubt that will be a problem. Sherri mentioned that you were responsive and hard working when she was less friendly." 

Lisa smiled and looked at her friend. "Thank you, but anyone you choose will be fine." She knew she was professional enough to work with anyone.

Robert nodded, and then said "Ladies, you have a shopping spree to begin, and I have other work to get started on. Have a good time." He left the office and Sherri and Lisa discussed desks and general ideas and then left to find the furniture that they wanted. 

Robert got home and found a large crate just inside the kitchen and Suzanne scowling at it. He looked and it was Sherri's chair for the Dungeon, and he worked it towards the dining room. He apologized for the disruption and promised it would be gone before Monday. Suzanne appeared somewhat sated by this promise and returned to her work of creating delectable dishes. 

Sherri and Lisa dropped by the law firm. Robert had called and the Founding partner promised to have the letters ready soon, and include them in the copies of the incorporation papers that would be sent to the corporate office.

"Have you decided on either using an accountant or a law firm to handle the taxes and corporate reporting requirements?" asked Franklin.

"Well sir, Robert is concerned that he won't be able to find an accountant to meet the needs, and I think he may be right. For now, we need to move forward, and that means the incorporation filing with the state, and the creation of bank accounts etc. First there must be a company for someone to track." Sherri said "However as location of an acceptable candidate is something we despair about, I can tell you that the answer while obviously not set in stone, is leaning towards the law firm approach." 

Franklin liked this answer, and promised to have the letters drawn up and shipped with the documents next week. He indicated that he would be pleased to write such letters, and please tell Mr. Mason how happy the firm is to be of service, both now and in the future.

Sherri left and joined Lisa in the lobby who was chatting with her friend the Receptionist, and they went Furniture shopping. 

They found the desks first, but didn't like the chairs. They did pick matching file cabinets, and then discussed a small fridge, and looking didn't see one they liked. At the second store, a nice small fridge was there, but no chairs that were nice. Instead they looked like rejects from the Star Trek set.




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 10



This is a continuing work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone or any place living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental.

On Wednesday Sherri was reviewing the documents and she read it a second time. The dumb son of a bitch Carl had left out a section which meant if this went through Robert would have a liability loophole big enough to sail the Queen Mary through. Sherri called and told Franklin that this was unacceptable and told him why. Franklin apologized, and said he had trusted someone else to do it, and hadn't checked, but would personally get on it right away. He thanked Sherri for bringing it to his attention and congratulated her on her attention to detail. Sherri thanked him for looking into it and then hung up. 

There was a People exchanging Power meeting on Saturday, and they decided to go. Robert dressed Sherri in a lovely dress and he wore a tan blazer over a sports shirt and slacks. They looked like a perfectly respectful couple and Sherri smiled as she realized how anyone who saw them would react if they knew her favorite hobby was getting tied up and fucked by this man. Robert had tied her with rope on Friday night, and she liked it, but missed the bindings she was used to by that time. 

On Saturday they went to the Munches as the event was known and meet and Greet. Robert was amiable but commented later that the lifestyle didn't require that you be Goth, at least not as far as he knew, but a bunch of the participants seemed to think it was a requirement. Sherri said the Subs she talked to were happy with their lifestyle choice, but didn't impress her too much other than a few, and she had e-mail addys for them. 

Robert took them home after going out for dinner at the Country Club. While he was under dressed, not wearing a tie, it was easily rectified by the addition of one in the lobby which made the concierge happy. 

After dinner they were returning home and Robert gave her another test. The Rope Bondage hadn't been extreme so it was time for her extreme test for this week. He told her how he intended to use the larger pink anal plug, they had used the white one several times, and leave it in while he fucked her silly.

That was the plan, but it changed when they got home. Sherri was smiling and looking forward to the erotic evening as they pulled into the driveway and she was surprised to find Lisa's car parked by the door. Her drivers side door was open and the car appeared empty. Robert didn't pull around to the garage, he stopped behind Lisa's car and opened the glove box to retrieve a small revolver. He held it loosely as he got out of the car telling Sherri to stay in the car until he called. 

He moved to Lisa's car, and the car was as empty as it appeared. He didn't see her in front of the house, trying the door, he found it locked. He unlocked it and entered the house. He looked around the ground floor and didn't see her until he looked onto the Patio. She was there, bleeding from her nose, and mouth sitting, hugging herself, and crying gently on the patio. Robert opened the door and slowly approached her. 

"Lisa, are you OK?" he asked.

"Yeah" she answered in a far away voice. "I'm fine, just thought I'd stop by. Is Sherri here?" 

Robert tucked the gun into his waistband at the small of his back, and squatted next to her. "You look like your hurt, what happened?" he asked her.

"Oh, nothing, is Sherri here?" she asked again. "One moment." he rose and went through the house to the front door and waved Sherri inside. He met her between the car and the house and walked towards the house explaining quickly.

"Lisa's on the patio, she's hurt, been beaten, I need to know what happened. I can call Doctor Johnston over here, but I need to know if she needs a hospital or not." he told her. "Find out what happened and I'll call the Doctor." 

Sherri ran to the patio and saw her friend and dropped to her knees "Oh my God Lisa, what happened." 

"Freddy, that's my boyfriend you know, we were talking and I told him what you told me, about there being 32 zones, and was wondering if he knew that about a woman." she said.

"Lisa, how bad are you hurt?" asked Sherri.

"So he gets mad at me, he says I telling my girlfriends about how unhappy my sex life is, and how I'm telling everyone how horrible he is in bed." she continues in the same faraway voice. "I told him no, it's a great sex life, but he gets madder and then he hit me." 

Robert was on the phone a few feet away and talking quickly and quietly. 

"Lisa, how bad are you hurt?" Sherri repeated. 

Robert handed Sherri a clean towel from the kitchen and then said "Thank you Doctor." He closed his phone and knelt next to Lisa. "I called a Doctor, he's coming over, will be here in 15 minutes or so." 

Lisa looked at him and said "Hi Robert, when did you get home?" 

Sherri tried to clean Lisa's face with the towel and was having trouble, there were tears in her eyes.

Lisa turned back to Sherri and said "He hit me, and then he drug me back up and hit me again, then on top of me hitting me, he wouldn't stop." she said. "He kept asking if that felt good, calling me a fucking bitch." 

"It's going to be OK, the Doctor is coming, and your safe here." said Sherri. "We will take care of you." 

Lisa nodded "He left the apartment, and I got in my car and came here, figured he didn't know where here was, but you were out, did you have a date?" 

Sherri looked to Robert and asked "Is she in Shock?" 

Robert nodded and said "Yes, she is, keep her calm, keep telling her she's safe now, and keep trying to find out how hurt she is. I'm afraid if I touch her that she'll panic." Robert told her. "See if her ribs hurt, rub your hands along the sides of her, see if it's only facial." 

Lisa looked at Sherri "You look nice today, have I told you that yet?" 

Sherri hugged her and while hugging her rubbed her hands over Lisa's ribs like Robert had told her, and Lisa winced when she touched the left side. "Robert, she may have some ribs hurt, she winced when I touched her left side.

Robert had already started moving to let Doctor Johnston know when he arrived. 

Sherri stayed with her friend and had tears in her eyes. She kept telling Lisa it was OK now, she was safe. Lisa started to cry asking "Why did he hit me like that?" 

The Doctor arrived and took one look at Lisa and knelt beside her. "Lisa, I'm Doctor Johnston, I'm going to help you but I need your help too OK?" and talked gently to her.

Lisa, Sherri and Doctor Johnston went inside to Sherri's room and helped her lie on the bed. Robert waited in the Library looking out the window. 

30 minutes later the Doctor approached. "OK, she has a broken nose, two teeth which are loose, but not knocked out. Her ribs aren't broken thank God, but only bruised. The nose is going to hurt, but I packed it." he sat and rubbed his face. "Her lip is torn from where the teeth and fist, it had to be a fist or something like it, not a slap, met and tore it. It put three stitches into that to close the wound. I gave Sherri a prescription for anti-biotic and pain killers, she had some left from when I gave her some, and we gave Lisa one of them." 

"Does she need to go to the Hospital?" Robert asked.

"No, the nose is straight, and I packed it and taped it. That is all you can really do. An ultrasound would reveal the presence of any internal bleeding, but I don't see any signs of it." Doctor Johnston said after considering. "Whoever this guy is, he was angry but thankfully not as strong as some men. She's a little withdrawn, which is fairly normal for a woman who had the shit beat out of her. Are you going to take care of whoever did this to her?" Doctor Johnson asked.

"I don't know, I really don't know." said Robert. "I have had an hour so far to come to terms with this. I don't know yet what I'm going to do in the next hour." 

"If you think the Police should be called, I'm prepared to testify to the condition I found her in, and her injuries." he hesitated. "I don't know about it though, because most of the Domestic Violence cases are never resolved. There is the psychological effect you understand. I took a couple pictures with my camera phone, and will e-mail them to you." Doctor Johnston said rising "I'll come by in the morning and check on her. She is going to be swollen, black eyes are already forming, and in pain. Get the prescription as soon as you can so we can prevent any infection." 

They shook hands and Robert walked him to the door, and then went to Sherri's room. He got the prescription papers and told Sherri to clean Lisa up and put her into something comfortable, sweats or something, and he would be back in an hour or less. Keep the gun handy in case she is wrong and Freddy does know where the house is.

Sherri nodded, she had never thought she could shoot someone, until she saw her friend bleeding and battered on the back porch. 

Robert went to the Pharmacy and Sherri helped Lisa get into the shower and get cleaned up. She dressed Lisa in her own bikini style panties used when she was on her period, and some sweats and had Lisa in bed when Robert arrived home with the meds. They gave Lisa one of the anti-biotic pills and then told her to sleep. 

"I'd like to stay with Lisa tonight if that's alright" said Sherri. 

"Of course, I'm going downstairs to do some research on the computer." said Robert. "Yell if you need me OK?" and he departed the room.

Two hours later he stopped by the room and heard no noise assuming that they were asleep. He had a folder in his hand and was nursing a slow anger. He didn't like what he had found on the web, and he was very concerned for Lisa, and Sherri.

In the morning, he woke early, and ignoring his daily workout, he showered quickly and dressed in blue jeans and a polo shirt. He put sneakers on his feet and went downstairs to get Breakfast ready. He prepared a tray with enough food for two, and took it upstairs. 

He knocked on the door gently and Sherri answered immediately. She took the tray and invited him in. 

Lisa was awake and staring out the window sitting in a chair. Robert sat on the bed and asked her "How are you feeling today Lisa?" 

"OK, he beat me up pretty bad didn't he?" her words were slurred by the broken nose and the swollen lip.

"Yes, and we should talk about that when you are ready." Robert said.

"What's to talk about?" asked Lisa in a stronger voice than last night, but still distant.

"Do you want to stay with him, or do you want to leave him?" asked Robert "That is the first question, because then we decide if I call the Police or what."

"I don't want him anymore. He beat me for talking to him, for telling him about the zones on a woman, and asking what he knew about that." she said tears in her eyes. "I wasn't complaining, really I wasn't." she started to cry again.

Robert stepped to her and gently hugged her and whispered into her ear. Sherri watched this but couldn't hear what Robert said to Lisa. She wanted to move closer, but Lisa seemed OK, and she didn't want to make Lisa panic. About the time Sherri decided to move closer, Robert stood up and Lisa smiled up at him.

"Thank You Robert, I really appreciate it." Lisa told him.

"It would be my pleasure" Robert told her and then moved to leave the room.

"What would be your pleasure, what did you tell her?" asked Sherri.

"He said I could stay here as long as I wanted to or needed to, no strings attached. No master or slave thing. He said that he could guarantee that Freddy wouldn't bother me again." Lisa answered Sherri.

"I also told her that I would do that without getting her involved with the police." Robert said as he left the room turning towards his own room.

Sherri went to Lisa and hugged her and then went in search of Robert who was in his room. "How will you guarantee all those things." asked Sherri?

"By calling the police, and letting them have at him." said Robert.

"What, you told her you wouldn't get the police involved." Sherri said concerned. 

"No I told her I wouldn't get her involved with the Police." said Robert handing over the file he had.

Sherri read it and said "I don't understand, he's a sex offender?" she asked.

"Yes, and lives in a house which is within 1000 feet of a day care center, he was arrested and convicted for forcible Rape. His address on the sex offenders list is 12 months old, he has been living with her for the last year according to the Credit Report, his bills have been going there anyway which is proof enough for the DA." Robert sat down and said "I don't know, but I'm willing to bet he's armed too, had Lisa buy the guns for him, so unless I want to shoot it out with him, the only way is to get the cops to bust him for living within a sex free zone, which means ratting him out." 

"So he gets arrested for violating the school zone, and ends up in jail for that, then prison for a few years, if he has guns in the house, that is a violation of the Federal Brady Law, possession of a firearm by a felon, and the community is outraged and demands his head on a platter." said Sherri. "Lisa, if she is involved at all will be a witness for the Prosecution who simply states she didn't know any of this about him, she appears as the victim of his lies." 

"Yes, I'm going to talk to her about it in a few more minutes, wanted to give her a chance to consider her earlier decision, and then I intend to make some phone calls." said Robert.

They talked to Lisa and showed her the file. She was really shocked and surprised by the information. "That son of a Bitch, no wonder he wanted the Apartment in my name, I offered to add him to the lease, but he said no it was my place, and he wanted me safe there, if or when we broke up I wouldn't have to move." 

"Did you buy any guns for him?" asked Robert.

"Yes, the bastard talked me into getting a Shotgun. Said he wanted me to have it." said Lisa.

"OK, you didn't know, and I can fix this, but will need your help OK?" said Robert.

"Yes, Anything you need you got Robert." replied Lisa.

They called the police, and told them to send a Detective out to Roberts House. They sent a uniformed officer, and he listened for a few minutes and then called the Detectives himself. One showed up, and Robert gave him the file and filled in the details. 

"So I have an armed sex offender living in the school exclusion zone, and you all just found out?" asked the Detective. 

"I found out at about 2am when I finished my web search. I just found out about the weapons, and called you all within 10 minutes of that discovery." Robert answered.

"OK, well I need to find this guy and talk to him." he then asked the question Robert was afraid he would. "Can I talk to Miss Simmons?" 

"OK, that is the rub. This guy beat the crap out of Miss Simmons last night, that is when I started checking, when I got home and found her here. She doesn't want to go out in public looking like that, and I think you can understand" Robert said handing over a print of the picture the Doctor took. 

"He really worked her over, is she going to be OK?" asked the Detective.

"Yes, the Doctor stopped by this morning, and left before I called you all. He is prepared to testify, but she won't press charges for the assault. She doesn't want to tell anyone what happened." Robert explained.

"OK, I understand the not pressing charges, but I would like to talk to her for a few minutes." said the Detective.

They walked up and knocked on the open door to Lisa's room which had been Sherri's room until this morning.

"Lisa, the Detective understands, and wants to talk to you for a few minutes." said Robert.

Lisa nodded and said "OK." 

"Ma'am I understand you don't want to press charges, and if I may ask you to reconsider, and here's why." said the Detective. "If you swear out a complaint to me, you can drop the charges tomorrow, but I can arrest him today. That means that I get him off the streets and in a cell and what do I discover, he's a sex offender who is living in the wrong place. During the arrest, I'll have your authorization for a search, and when I find the gun, it's in his possession. I can get him locked up without bail for a while, and then we can drop your charges, they would be dropped anyway by the DA." 

Sherri considered and when Lisa looked at her for advice Sherri nodded and said "I'm not your attorney, but I suggest you do as he says. We can always drop the charges tomorrow, and by then he will be charged as the Detective suggests." 

"OK, I'll swear out the complaint. I didn't know any of this. I just thought he was a regular guy." said Lisa with tears in her eyes.

"Miss Simmons, you're a victim, not just of the beating, but of his abuse of your trust. Ma'am I'm very happy you weren't harmed any worse than you were." said the Detective.

"I do have one concern" admitted Sherri "She purchased a firearm for a Felon, although she didn't know it. His explanation of wanting her to be safe is plausible, but I wanted to be sure you didn't intend to arrest her for that." 

"I don't have that plan, and I doubt the DA will do it." said the Detective.

"I can promise you that I'll call the DA personally, he's a member of the club, and tell him that unless he wants to fight it out with Randy Scott, the best defense attorney in the State, that charge would be unwise against Lisa." said Robert.

Lisa looked at him in surprise. "Randy Scott is expensive, I'll never be able to afford him." 

"No, but I can, and Scott is an old friend." said Robert.

Sherri called Scott at home and introduced herself and explained the situation. She talked to him while Lisa and the Detective talked and then signed off thanking him. 

"He said that if the DA files charges, he would look like a complete ass and we'd have the case thrown out in about a day." said Sherri.

Lisa smiled her thanks and turned to the Detective and continued talking. 

Tuesday Morning hey got a call from the Detective. Robert took it and spoke with the Detective. 

He turned to Lisa and said "He's in custody, and they found the shotgun in his room, not yours, where you had left it. They consider that proof that he intended to use it, and took it illegally. 

Lisa stayed in the house for the week, going out to the patio, and being pampered by her friends. 

During the week, Sherri spent some time at the Corporate office, and they hired an accountant, and Lisa got to watch on the computer when Robert set it up so a web cam was pointed at the three of them. He explained that the Office Manager was working out of town, and wanted to see what he looked like and see him. The Accountant seemed uncomfortable but soon relaxed. Lisa was on the phone and asked a couple questions, and then later told them she thought the guy was OK. 

Robert and Sherri agreed and Sherri called him to let him know that he had the job if he wanted it.

On Saturday, Robert was sitting on the Patio watching Lisa who's bruises were fading quickly and Sherri walk around the yard talking. They made six complete circuits and then came and sat by Robert.

Lisa said "Robert, this has been the best week I could have hoped for. You both have cared for me, and taken care of everything I could have asked for." 

"It was our pleasure, you are a friend, and a friend is always welcome in this house." said Robert.

"Sherri and I have talked, and we agree. Freddy was a shit and I'm too good for anyone like him." Lisa said.

"I will add my name to that conclusion without reservation." said Robert.

"I have watched you two this week, and will admit I am surprised, there isn't a lot of orders and obedience. No dehumanizing behavior is what I mean." said Lisa

Robert took a moment and looked at her, then at Sherri. He turned back to Lisa and said "You have seen our public behavior, not our scenes or play time as we call it." 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 10



"Sherri has told me how happy she is, and I can see it, and I can see your love and happiness to." Lisa said.

Robert waited, and after a moment asked "What are we discussing?" 

"I guess I am saying that I am attracted to your public lifestyle, but if the reports of Sherri about your sex life are accurate, then I am still concerned for you all." said Lisa.

"I can understand that, it's something outside what is considered normal, what some call 'Vanilla' lifestyle." Robert allowed.

"Sherri has made it sound very attractive." said Lisa.

"It has it's advantages, and it's disadvantages, You have seen the public side, the vanilla side, however the scene side is more, intense." said Robert.

"Yes, and that is what frightens me. I was beaten pretty bad, but not nearly as badly as it could have been, and will be back to work on Monday. I'm concerned that something may happen to Sherri, perhaps unintentionally, but still." said Lisa.

Robert nodded and then asked Sherri "What is your color?" 

Sherri didn't hesitate. "Green Master." 

"Have you told her about the colors, and how they are used?" asked Robert.

"Yes Master, she is concerned that you will be impassioned and won't stop in time, before harm is done." Sherri said.

"I can understand that, and it's a real threat, one you can't ignore, and that is why the Dom must remain in control. If we are planning a scene, and going into it I am not focused, and in control, we don't do it." said Robert. "Safe, Sane, Consensual. That is our guide." 

Lisa nodded and said "I don't suppose I can talk you all out of this lifestyle can I?" 

Sherri shook her head. "I love him, and know he loves me, and I love being his slave, and choose it as my own lifestyle every day." 

Lisa nodded and said "I know, and that is what I don't understand. I feel so horrible because he hurt me, and I feel diminished because he hurt me, and I know he hurts you and you seem complete because of it." 

"He doesn't beat me, not like you were beaten, he entices me, erotic spanking and similar. I'm not a big fan of pain, but erotic activity, that is something I enjoy." said Sherri.

Robert looked at his watch and said "Sherri, you said you were considering a body piercing. You indicated your nipple would be a good test. Would you accompany me as I get mine pierced? You could get yours if you like. Lisa, you are welcome to accompany us as well." 

Lisa looked at him in shock. "Your going to get pierced?" 

Robert nodded. "I can't ask her to do things I am unwilling, or unable to do. Well I do ask her to do things I am unable to accept for myself, however this I will not." he told Lisa.

"What do you do to her that you can't do?" asked Lisa in a challenging voice.

"I am perhaps a tad homophobic. I am unable to accept anything in my ass, it doesn't give me pleasure, but instead the very thought causes me terror." Robert told her. 

"So you fuck her in the ass?" asked Lisa defiantly.

Robert looked at her and then nodded to Sherri. 

Sherri said "All he has done is insert a small anal plug so far. We are working me up to whatever point I can accept, and that may include anal sex. It doesn't cause me any terror, it was kinky as hell last time." 

Lisa looked at Sherri and said "Are you going to get Pierced?" 

"I will. I'll join him in the nipple piercing today, and depending on how that goes, we will consider other piercing. Honestly, I'm very interested in a clitoral piercing, supposedly it causes incredible orgasms when it heals." said Sherri.

"It also makes possible an interesting torture for my Slave." said Robert 

"An interesting torture?" said Lisa disbelieving.

"Yes, by disallowing her to wear underwear, and then attaching a small item on the ring, perhaps a luggage lock type of item, you increase the stimulation incredibly. Then you send her out in public, walking and carrying on her daily routine, all the while every motion makes her clit twitch and send waves of pleasure through her. However long she can endure it, the day ends with her passions in a boil." Robert said. 

Sherri smiled and said "That does sound interesting, I'm not sure about the public, but running around the house with something like that...." 

Robert held out his hand, and Sherri took it. They looked at Lisa who stood and they gathered what was needed to leave the house. They drove downtown to a piercing studio and Robert paid for two piercing sessions, and walked back with them and lay down on the table first.

He smiled at Sherri as he was prepared, his left was clamped between the jaws of the forceps. Sherri held his hand, and he looked into her eyes. The needle was inserted through the flesh. 

Lisa looked away and said "Oh God." 

Robert's eyes narrowed slightly, but he stared into the eyes of Sherri. He made no sound as the needle was drawn back, leaving the plastic tube through the flesh. The ring was inserted into the end of the tube, and drawn through the new hole. The closure was connected and the piercing artist said it was done. He cleaned up and Robert stood and hugged his slave. 

"My turn" said Sherri taking her own shirt off. She hesitated, considering. Robert saw this and shook his head no.

"Only the nipple this time" said Robert.

Sherri nodded, and then asked the piercing artist. "Do you do two piercing in a single session?" 

"Yes, we have, but it's rare. Usually people don't want the second one. It does hurt, his response is unusual." said the artist.

"Let's do the first, and stand by for the second." said Sherri. "I would do it for him." 

Robert held her hand and she stared into his eyes. Her left nipple was prepared, then clamped. Robert held her hand and the needle passed through the sensitive flesh. Sherri bit her lip and stared at her Masters eyes. She made a small sound, a small cry. She breathed as the needle was withdrawn, leaving the tube, and the ring was inserted. A small tear formed in the corner of her eye and she continued to stare into his eyes. The ring was connected, and then locked close. It was a special ring which when closed, would not open, and would have to be cut to remove.

Sherri glanced at it with moist eyes. "Master, may your slave have her second ring inserted now?" 

Robert nodded and Sherri told the artist to do her right Breast as well please. 

Again the preparations were made, and again the clamp closed squeezing her nipple. Sherri again stared into his eyes and this time a louder noise escaped her throat, and her eyes nearly shut. 

Lisa stared at them, they were crazy, they had to be insane. 

Again the ring was passed through and was closed. Sherri rose and cleared her throat, and then standing hugged her Master. 

"I am so very proud of you my love." said Robert.

She held him tightly and said "I love you Master." and then put her shirt on and ignored the bra. She grabbed it before leaving and tucked it in her purse. 

Robert took them to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner, and ordered drinks. During dinner Lisa said "You two are both insane, you know that don't you?" 

Sherri smiled and then laughed and said "No, we aren't, but I guess I can see your point." 

Robert said "Lisa, I haven't asked you any questions about your sex life, and I am about to do so, not as your employer, but as your friend." He paused and then continued "What is your favorite sexual position?" 

Lisa looked at him and hesitated. They had been honest with her, and answer he questions. "I like Missionary of course, and I guess doggy style, it's kind of kinky, but my favorite, woman on top." she finished quickly and uncomfortably. 

"That's because it give you more stimulation, you control the pace of the sex, and have probably had better orgasms in that position." said Robert calmly. "Sherri is fond of it too." 

Sherri didn't blush, just smiled knowingly at both of them.

"What's your point?" asked Lisa.

"Just that the churches, and others would call you a sinner for doing something other than missionary ever, and finding pleasure in it, well that is a horrible sin right there. Muslims often remove the clitoris from women in an effort to deny them any pleasure." Robert told her. "We follow the pleasure, experimenting, we do so in a lifestyle that allows it, and with rules which encourage it. We aren't any different from others, we just do things a little different." 

"Look there is a huge difference between what you do and what I do." said Lisa.

Robert stopped eating and looked at her and quietly asked. "If it gives you pleasure, is it wrong?" 

"Well Yes." said Lisa

"Is it really? Is it wrong to enjoy yourself?" asked Robert.

"No, but it's different." said Lisa.

"I know, that is your hang up with it. We gave each other our pain back there, you didn't see that, we did." said Robert.

"It's insane." said Lisa.

"Not according to the American Psychiatric Association, they don't consider out lifestyle to be a sign of insanity, merely of a penchant for an active sex life. There is even an argument that our sex lives are very healthy." Sherri told her.

"I'm going to be unhealthy then, because I can't do it." said Lisa.

"We never asked you to, and we won't." said Robert. 

Lisa grumped over her meal, trying to figure out a way to explain to them how insane they were.

"Look Lisa" said Sherri. "I never really enjoyed sex until I met Robert, he excites me, challenges me, and gives me the most intense sexual experiences I have ever had. More intense than I could have possibly imagined. I have had orgasms that left me breathless and exhausted. I wake in the morning and enjoy my life for the first time since my Mother died." 

"Girl, you can do that without being a Slave to him." said Lisa.

"No I can't, it's the fact that he is in control that allows me to be free enough to enjoy the sex. I don't have to worry about what he may think, or what I should do, because he tells me what to do. I don't have to worry about if he finds me attractive, he does, and erotic, and exciting. I know my partner loves me, because he works hard at pleasing me. He knows I love him, because of that same desire to please him. When I was running around liberated and my own person, I was miserable. I hated my life, I hated myself and I hated everyone around me. I doubted my own abilities, and doubted my own worth. When I surrendered myself to him, I was complete, because he defined my worth, my value. I am a slave, his slave, and his property. I chose this, and don't have a regret in the world. I just got hurt getting pierced. I did it because he wanted it, and because he wanted it, I wanted it. Later, in a few weeks, I'll be back in there getting my clit pierced." Sherri said. "Not because he orders me to do it, but because I want to." 

"Look I understand you think you want to, but this is something outside of the normal love." 

"Really?" asked Robert. "What is the average length of a marriage?" 

"Well I don't know, say 5 or 10 years?" said Lisa.

"Do you know why that is?" asked Robert.

"Well I guess it's because that people aren't really ready to get married." said Lisa Robert took a sip of his drink and then said "That is what people like to think, but the reason is very simple, so simple we miss it. The couples argue about who is in charge. The woman wants this, the man wants that. These control issues are so basic, and so simple, that soon everything is a fight. What to have for breakfast, which cereal is the one to get. Which brand of sugar, everything becomes a fight. Finally, they part bitter and angry and resentful. They part ways and go through a divorce. There is some love there, but now they are so bitter and angry and hurt that the love is drowned in a sea of negative emotions. We don't have that problem, we don't fight about these little things, we don't fight about anything. I ask her opinion on some issues, or things, and then consider the matter, and issue a direction. She accepts that, and trusts that I fully considered her point of view. Sometimes she gets her way, other times she doesn't." He looked at Lisa and said "How many arguments have you had with your boyfriends over stupid little things, and then the whole relationship just exploded because of it?"

"That's normal, that's life" said Lisa quietly.

"Is it normal? No other species on the planet lives like that. In every other species one of the sexes, normally the male, is dominant. If he is not strong enough, or powerful enough, he doesn't get the chance to pass on his genetic line, because the females are inherently trying to get the strong male, they want their children to be strong and survive." said Robert.

"You aren't having sex to have babies, your doing it because you enjoy it." said Lisa aiming for what seemed to be the last crack in a wall of logic.

"True, but the dominance issue is what is important. I don't beg for sex, I say "lets fuck" and we do, unless she is opposed to it, I am not a rapist. If she is opposed she uses a safe word, and we both back away safe. I don't beat her, I entice her. I don't hurt her, I encourage her to experience all that life has to give." Robert said.

Lisa had a tear in her eye and said "Freddy beat me because I talked about sex with him, and we are doing it at dinner like it's nothing." 

"Freddy was far closer to insane than Sherri and I" said Robert while Sherri moved and hugged her friend. "His ego wouldn't allow him to consider that he might not be a sexual god, and when you questioned him, and broached the subject, his pathetic ego was so threatened he had to establish what dominance he could. On the other hand, Sherri and I discuss sex openly. I am not threatened if she likes one thing, and doesn't like another. I am not a god, I'm just a guy who is confident enough to accept her words of truth. I am also centered enough to accept critical information without it affecting my identity." 

Sherri sat back down and said "Lisa, don't choose something because someone else thinks it right, choose something because you think it's right. This is right for me, and I'm happy. I surrendered myself to him and will follow any instruction he gives. He doesn't give me orders that are impossible, some are difficult. Others are interesting, and still others are erotic as hell." 

Lisa nodded and sat back, obviously in thought. "I can't see it, I can't imagine it." 

Robert suddenly grew silent, watching and waiting. He looked at Lisa and then at Sherri, and back to Lisa. 

Lisa looked up at Sherri. "Can I see it, can I witness one of your scenes? I think that's what they are called isn't it?" 

Sherri's eyes bugged out of her head and she looked at Robert. He was watching her. 

"Sherri, what color are you?" asked Robert.

"I'm Green, but it's awful pale." said Sherri.

Robert nodded and said "Perhaps we can do something for her tonight, not sex. However a punishment or something like that?" 

Sherri thought for a moment and said "Yes Master, I will dress as you wish, and perform a punishment for our friends edification." 

"Your color?" Robert asked.

"Greener Master." replied Sherri. "Solid Green." 

Robert nodded and turned to Lisa. "Would you like to see her usual punishment for minor violations of our understanding?" 

"I don't know, what is it?" asked Lisa.

"It's a simple thing, but I'll give you this, at any time, you can leave the room, and if you are concerned I'll give you the same code words. Green everything is OK. Yellow, stop this action now, continue the scene. An exception for that is bondage, when she is just starting to feel claustrophobic that means she wants to be somewhat released. She will say when by going Green for me. Red, that means stop everything right fucking now." Robert said.

Lisa nodded. They returned to eating dinner and Lisa stole several glances at Sherri, who was wearing a smile on her face. Lisa realized Sherri was anticipating this, she was looking forward to her punishment.

The drove home in silence, Lisa had a thousand questions, and wondered if she could manage this. Her mind asked the obvious question, nothing was happening to her, so why should she be scared to do this? She was just watching something, something apparently pretty basic and that was like watching a porno. 

Robert drove them home and Sherri sat in the passenger seat. Every once in a while she would look at him, and Lisa saw the smile on her face. 

They arrived and Robert opened his door and Sherri practically jumped from the car. Lisa got out slowly and followed them inside. Sherri stood and waited for her instructions. Robert walked to the living room and sat in an arm chair. 

"Slave, ready position" Robert said.

Sherri rushed to him and knelt at his feet, she was kneeling on the ground, her backs of her hands on her thigh, and her palms were facing up. Her knees were about a foot and a half apart, and Lisa was glad Sherri was wearing pants instead of a dress. 

"Slave, you are ready to receive instruction. We discussed a punishment, I will let you choose between the crop and the flogger. Your current clothing is acceptable, and you'll leave the thong on when it's time." said Robert.

"Yes Master, thank you Master." she said.

"Go and choose your punishment my Slave. Bring it to me." Robert said.

Sherri didn't reply, she got quickly to her feet and walked out of the room. Lisa followed her to the kitchen and saw Sherri use her finger to open the door with the special lock. She went down the stairs and Lisa moved to follow. 

"Lisa, that is our dungeon, and I don't think you want to go down there just yet." Roberts voice called from the living room. "Perhaps afterwards, you may ask for a tour, right now, I believe you would rather remain here. She will return in a minute. She is not permitted to delay in this task." 

Lisa walked back to the Living room, and Robert hadn't moved. He was still sitting there, patiently waiting. The door behind her opened, and Sherri appeared wearing a collar, a fucking dog collar? She was holding a small riding crop in two hands, her palms flat, and supporting the whip level before her. 

Sherri smiled at Lisa as she passed and moved to Robert. She knelt before him again, and held the whip out to him. 

Lisa stood there in shock. She had just watched her friend walk by wearing a dog collar and carrying a whip. 

Robert took the whip and glanced at it for a moment and then said to Sherri. "Have you been bad my slave?" 

"Yes Master, your slave has misbehaved." said Sherri.

"Very well, ten should be sufficient. Prepare yourself, you may leave the thong in place." said Robert.

Sherri glanced over her shoulder and then turned to her right, and rising to her knees. She unbuckled her belt, and unfastened her pants. She lowered her pants to her knees, and then leaned forward, placing her elbows on the floor leaving her ass in the air. 

Lisa saw her friend in what could be called the most exposed position she had ever seen. Her ass was sticking up into the air, her elbows were close to her knees, and Lisa wondered if she was going to be able to blink during the next few minutes. She stared in fascinated horror at the scene before her. 

Robert leaned forward in his chair, making her more accessible to him. He flicked the whip forward and it snapped on her left ass cheek. Lisa's jaw dropped open. 

Sherri said "One Master." and waited

Robert swung the crop again, flicking it forward and it snapped on her right cheek. Again with the count, this time "Two Master." 

Now Robert rubbed her ass gently, caressing it. Sherri's eyes closed and her smile widened. 

Lisa managed to close her mouth and walked forward slowly. She was just a few feet away, watching carefully as Robert delivered five and six and again with the caress. After seven and eight, Lisa's hand moved forward a few inches, reaching for her friends ass, and she stopped herself. Nine and ten were delivered, and this time Robert watched her for a moment, and then reached his own hand out to caress the ass. 




Family Tradition of Bondage Pt. 10



Lisa backed away and sat on the couch afraid her knees would fail her. Lisa watched Sherri recover, raise her pants, buckle the belt and turn again to face him and assume her kneeling before him, her ready position.

"Thank you Slave, you have done well, and I am very proud. What color are you?" asked Robert.

"Green Master, very green." was the reply. 

Robert handed the whip to her, and said "We are done, go to your friend." and then Robert rose and walked out of the room. Sherri rose at the same time, and went to Lisa. 

"That was.... The strangest thing I have ever seen." said Lisa.

"It made me horny." said Sherri. 

Lisa looked at her and then blushing said. "I almost reached out for you, to see if your ass felt as warm as it looked."

"It was, and the caress turns the stinging into a nice warm comfortable feeling." said Sherri.

"Like when you rub something you bang, like your shin?" asked Lisa

"Yeah, something like that, but the warmth lingers, and migrates." Sherri told her. 

Lisa blushed. "I've never seen anything like that before, you were so comfortable with yourself and the situation." 

"Yeah, it was strange being in the room with you, I just relaxed and left it to Robert. He is the one in control, I don't need to worry about things, he does the worrying for me." said Sherri.

They talked well into the night, about boyfriends, how they had gotten where they were, and future dreams. Sherri told Lisa about her old dream, of being a powerful lawyer on Wall Street or in Chicago, but everyone is so phony at that level. It's like the guys in the bar have mutated or something. 

At midnight, they parted, Sherri went to Robert, and Lisa went into Sherri's room and closed the door. 

In the morning, Sherri had a smile on her face that told the whole story. Lisa shook her head and at breakfast said "I may not understand it, but you two are happy, and I guess that is all that matters." 

"It is to us, and should be good enough for anyone." Sherri said. 

Lisa took her leave of her friends, and went back to her own apartment. She told them she had the rest of her life to figure out and should probably get started. She promised to be at work Monday. Robert said no problem, if you need some time, let us know.

The rest of the day for Sherri and Robert was one of comfortable company, and sex. They hadn't used the basement in over a week, and they tried to make up for lost time. They kissed each others new nipple rings. They loved on one another, and cuddled afterwards. On Monday, it was back to work, and Sherri called to check on the incorporation progress. No news, but that was expected. The Secretary of States office would be going slow. The papers didn't come back that week, but did the next, and Sherri set about putting all the businesses under Roberts Corporation. Two weeks later, she was finally done. She was up to the anal jewelry, and quite happy with her progress. She knew that soon he would take her that way. 

Once all the businesses were under the corporation, Robert called and invited everyone to a party at his house. He arranged a caterer, and scheduled it for a Sunday so the most people could attend. Some 100 assorted employees were invited. They were he explained the only family he had. 

Almost all those invited showed up. The dancers from the two clubs were there with the chuffers of the limo service. Mabel was there of course, and frowning a lot when people looked her way. Most had brought family of some sort, or significant others. Lisa was with a tall man, and Robert gave him a long hard look and then nodded slightly. He smiled at Lisa and made the nod a more obvious one. Lisa smiled back, she had that telling grin on her face. 

Sherri and Lisa hugged and chatted like they hadn't seen each other in weeks, instead of a few days.

Robert then surprised everyone by starting his speech. 

"Friends, I wanted to thank you all for coming to this small gathering. I really do appreciate it. I know this has been tough on you all, and I understand how nervous you may be. Nothing will change in your lives. You will still be paid the same, and when we can, we'll raise it. You all know I try and do the best I can to take care of you all, and I hope you understand that this incorporation was a part of that effort." he told them. 

They seemed happy, but an open bar, and he could afford it, did that to people.

"I do have a couple problems, one, my corporate council, and girlfriend, has been arguing with me about money. I want her to take more, and she says she should get less, something about sleeping with the boss." He paused for the laughter to die down. "So I consulted another attorney and we discussed the options of how I could give her part of the company. It seems that any way I go, the Tax Man would get most of the money, with one exception." he moved towards Sherri and then looked her in the eye. "It seems that I can give you half of everything with one simple ceremony." Robert told her. 

Sherri felt her face flush and couldn't believe what was being said. 

Robert knelt before her and opened a jewelers box and presented it to her asking the traditional question "Sherri, will you marry me?" 

Sherri looked at the ring and then him and then nodded quickly. 

Robert took the ring, and placed it on her finger. Sherri hugged him and kissed him passionately. The friends who were there cheered, and that included Mabel. All the rest clapped happily. 

Sherri turned looking for and finding her friend, Lisa and they hugged and screamed their joy to the world. 

Robert said "We'll be going on a cruise in two weeks, and I've arraigned to have the Captain marry us at sea." Sherri turned to him with shock registering on her face. "I've also arranged to have a couple cabins set aside for guests. I am going to presume that Lisa will be your choice for Maid of honor?" 

Lisa and Sherri nodded at the same time. Robert nodded back and then surprising everyone asked Tony to be his best man. 

"The next two weeks flew by and Sherri was in a hectic rush making all the things happen that needed to. They put Mabel in charge of the corporation and gave her a bonus while they were gone. They would have used Lisa, but they needed her at the ceremony, and she and her new boyfriend needed a vacation. Her boyfriend was a tall and handsome man named Craig, and he was gentle and friendly. Robert said he had a positive feeling about him, and hoped that Lisa was happy. 

The cruise left on time, with all aboard and Tony enjoyed a vacation with his wife, who reminded Sherri very much of Mabel. They said their vows before the Captain and surprising some, but not Lisa, she insisted on saying OBEY very loudly during the ceremony. Robert smiled and nodded slightly. 

Later Sherri let Lisa in on a secret, she was probably the only bride in history to be wearing white on the outside and a butt plug snuggled into place inside. Lisa shook her head and said "I still say you two are insane." 

On their wedding night, Robert took her anally for the first time, and Sherri's orgasm was so intense, she literally passed out. She woke a few moments later and felt him still thrusting powerfully into her. She squirmed and loved the sensations. 

The first Saturday after they returned from the cruise, Mrs. Mason wasn't in the house Robert noticed. He searched for her and found her nude on the patio kneeling and waiting for him. He stepped outside and saw the Gas Grill, the flames appeared to be at maximum, and stuck into the grating was the Branding Iron.

"Are you sure my slave?" he asked her.

"Yes Master, your Slave is ready for this." was her reply.

"Slave, what is your color?" he asked

"Very Green Master." 

Robert nodded and moved to tie her, she didn't want to ruin the branding by jumping. He didn't use the gag, instead telling her that she had until it touched her to change her mind. 

"You might as well gag me then, because I'm not changing my mind." she answered.

Robert took the Iron, and then placed it on the top of her right ass cheek. He leaned in making sure the first time was good, and there was no need of a second. Sherri shrieked into the night and Robert counted to five in his head and then tossed the Branding Iron away, loosening the bindings and letting her go. He carried her upstairs, and treated her wound. She stared at him with love and pain in her eyes. She was his wife, for life, and his slave, for life. That was all she wanted to be.

For the next month, they spent the days working, and many of the nights having mind blowing sex. Sherri spent a goodly amount of time semi-bound and working diligently for her husband, lover, and Master. 

One Wednesday, Robert told her he had to go and meet with some people in the Security Branch, and would be tied up all afternoon. He told her to hold the fort, and he would be back soon. Sherri glanced at him, usually he would tell her something about his plans before hand, but remembering she was his slave, a position she had held long enough to know her responsibilities, she nodded and said "Yes Robert." 

Sherri was reading a proposal he was putting together to buy at least one office building, and possibly many more. Dressed as she was, in the clothing he had chosen for her, she was comfortable in the office. She wore a maroon skirt that ended about mid thigh, and tan stockings that ended just above the hem of her skirt. A bodysuit and jacket completed the ensemble in addition to a frilly lace bra. She wore matching shoes with their four inch heels and ankle strap he loved. She worked on the proposals, examining and laying out all the positives and negatives that she could conceive of. 

At just before five in the afternoon, Sherri got a call on the office line. It was Mabel, and she was nearly hysterical. It seemed that one of the drivers had been caught with some narcotics, and the police were threatening to shut down the limo company. Sherri told her to calm down. Mabel insisted that Robert had to come right now, and settle the cops down and get them out of here. If this gets out the entire city would think that Luxury Limo was just running drugs, and they would be starving for months, perhaps years, before things were back to normal. Sherri said she would come down, and do whatever she could. Robert she explained was in a meeting, and couldn't be reached much less disturbed.

She got in her Lexus, and drove to the Limo company, arriving after five, and finding it apparently deserted. The back door was open and she walked in calling for Mabel. No answer, she considered her pistol in her car, but decided against it. Mabel was probably in the office with the cops. She walked across the Garage and looked at the shining limos, each one perfect, each one waxed and buffed to a high shine. She opened the door to Mabel's office and he grabbed her.

She felt strong, impossibly strong arms around her, gripping her and tearing at her clothing. He was dressed in black pants, shirt, and a ski mask. She felt panic rise and then a word was whispered into her ear.

"Fantasy, Green." then man said once, slowly, and carefully. Sherri looked at the watch before her, it was Robert's Seiko, she knew it so well. She understood in a flash, this was her fantasy, she had wanted to be raped, forced, and taken physically. He was doing it for her, he had arraigned it. 

She struggled against him, screaming her terror into the evening, and he tore at her clothing. Her jacket was ripped clear of her body and her skirt was pushed up her legs. He tore the stocking from her left leg, and used it to tie her hands up. He bent her over the desk, and used his knees to force her legs apart to get to her. He ripped the snaps on the crotch of her thong and forced himself into her. She screamed "No" and he pummeled her with his already rock hard cock. Her vagina was forced to accept him, bruising her and pushing her channel up and open. He plowed into her and she felt the familiar shape of him. 

Sherri had her first orgasm as he tore the bodysuit from her and pawed her mercilessly. He groped at her and called her a "filthy little slut". He felt her getting sopping wet, and knew she was enjoying it. He told her so, and then he surprised her again. He pulled out of her sopping wet pussy, and then shoved it into her ass. 

Sherri felt it at her ass entrance, and didn't consider saying the code word yellow, or red, for a moment. She wasn't prepared, stretched or lubricated. She knew it would hurt, and she said "Please No, God No." and he forced himself into her. It hurt, God almighty it hurt. He had apparently lubricated himself, because he slid into her. She experienced another orgasm, and he joined her in a moment. Filling her bowels with his semen, then collapsing on her. They lay that way for a few minutes, and he untied her hands. She turned clothing torn, hanging from her in shreds, her face flushed. 

She hugged him and said "Thank you Robert." 

"Your Welcome." was all he said as he hugged her. There was a dingy locker room and shower for the employees. They cleaned up there, and dressed in loose fitting clothing before cleaning up Mabel's office. 

They left at 8:30, and went home. Robert drove, telling Sherri that her car would be returned to her in the morning. He certainly had arraigned the hell out of this. Once home, she thanked him by getting him hard, and taking him again. The next morning, the Lexus was delivered, and Sherri went to the Corporate office and had lunch with Lisa. She wanted to see Mabel, but was ashamed and embarrassed, what do you say to a woman who helped your fantasy come true? "Hi, thanks Mabel, I really needed that rape?" 


Lisa shook her head when she saw the glow, knowing that they were still at it like teenagers. "You two need a keeper." she said as she hugged her friend. 

"Wait till you hear what he did this time." Sherri said and then told her friend about the night.

Lisa had already decided that her friend was a pervert, and insane, but a good friend none the less. This was merely another example of both her perversion and her insanity. "You two need serious professional help." Lisa told Sherri when the story was over.

"I don't know, perhaps a Dominatrix to come in and give us some pointers?" asked Sherri with a knowing smile.

Lisa rolled her eyes and hugged her friend "Girl you let me know if you ever feel sanity coming on." 

They spent the afternoon as they would once or twice a week, closing the office early, and going shopping, on Roberts credit card. Sherri would always buy something, occasionally for her friend, and smile saying "I can't wait to pay this off." 

The next year, Sherri got pregnant, and gave birth to a son. She insisted on doing the birth with no pain killers, instead staring into the eyes of her husband, lover, and Master as the pain hit her. Robert held her hand, and stared right back at her. 

The son grew, and was always curious about the basement door, and it's lock. He never could figure out how to get down there, and never understood why his parents wouldn't let him look at the storage area. 

Robert and Sherri would use the basement during the day when their son was at school or late at night. They told the cook and housekeeper/nanny that they were going to research some old records. This fooled no one, as the sounds of their passion often drifted upwards to the kitchen.

Tony, for that is what the boy was named, grew strong, and matured as all boys do. He was sent out to Las Vegas to learn how to manage after finishing learning how to chuffer under the expert management of Mabel. Lisa taught him how to run the Corporate paperwork before he left. 

Robert was 60 the day he came home from the Doctor's. He was pale, and weak looking. He had been sick the last couple weeks, and finally gone in to see the Doctor. He sat on the porch and his wife, of 24 years was on the phone. After hanging up she came out and asked what the Doctor had said.

Robert looked her in the eyes, and Sherri knew. Robert said "I have cancer, very advanced, perhaps a month left, if I'm lucky." 

Sherri began to cry and held him tight. She was losing him, and there was nothing she, or anyone could do. 

They called Tony home to see his Father, and Robert stared into his eyes for a long time, and then shook his head no slightly. Robert spent time with Tony and gave him advice on helping his Mother run the business, and take care of people. 

Then he spoke to Sherri. "You have to tell him, when it's time. You have to be Lady K for him." 

"I can't I'm coming with you." she said. 

Robert shook his head. "You have never disobeyed me, never refused an order. I know you won't now. He's not ready yet, he needs a couple more years before he's ready. I'll do my part, and record a message for him. You have to do yours and train him, if he is ready." 

"Please, I don't want to be without you, I can't live without you." she said crying. 

"Slave, your Master has given you an order, and expects you to follow it." Robert said.

"Yes Master." she said automatically. 

She knelt by his bed the day he died. Refusing to move from the spot. Lisa sent everyone away and came to her. They hugged and talked and Sherri told Lisa of his last order to her. 

"I have to train Tony when it's time, and that means I have to find him a slave." Sherri said.

"How in the world will you do that?" Lisa asked.

"I'll find him me, twenty five years ago, someone incomplete, his match. Robert told me what to look for, the signs that would be there." Sherri said. 

Lisa nodded and said "I'll do whatever I can. Craig and I love you guys, you know that." 

Sherri finally moved from the floor and walked out of the room. She had to bury her Master, properly, and she had to find her son's slave. All she had to work with was a vague idea, and her own training. In reality, all she had was this work, there was nothing else for her to live for.

Sherri buried Robert in the yard, and when no one looked she put two items in the casket with him. They closed it and lowered it into the ground. 

Sherri set about the task given her, and interviewed hundreds of female law students. She finally found the perfect candidate at the University of South Carolina Law School. Laura was 23, and Tony was 26 now, and Laura was obviously incomplete, missing something from her life. Laura had the signs, she was a Slave without a Master, and her son may soon be needing a Slave. She hired Laura and brought her to St. Louis. 

The house hadn't changed much, she had added an apartment over the garage, and mainly slept there now. She set up Laura, bringing her in, and under paying her, so she would barely survive and pay her bills. Sherri watched carefully and was patient. She kept the pressure on, kept Laura under stress, and then it was time. Sherri took her plans and set them in motion. She called Tony home, and told him to be here on Saturday morning. She had put Lisa in charge of the company, she had really run it as the Executive Vice President for the last two years anyway. 

At 9am Tony stood before his Mother, and wondered what she was doing. She wore a long Kimono type robe and said "Tony, it's time, you are mature enough, and strong enough possibly, to learn." 

"Learn what Mom?" he asked. 

"Learn about me, your Father, and how to be a man." she answered. "You will learn how to pleasure a woman." 

"I don't understand." he said simply.

"You will, if you wish." she took a key and stuck it in the side of the keypad. The lock had changed several times over the years, always another finger scanner, hardware strong. She turned it to program and had him put his finger on the plate, and the machine flashed a green light which indicated it had the finger remembered.