Storiesonline.net ------- Silent Prayers by T-Rix Copyright© 2007 by T-Rix ------- Description: The story of Ray Preston, a rather average man who just found out that his loving wife isn't what she appears to be. After a surprising turn of events he finds himself divorced and unemployed, and realizes that he has to start his life over again. Follow along with him as he explores his options, failures and successes. Pay strict attention to the codes on this one also folks. Codes: MF Mf FF ff Ff gi Mult harem Zoo rom 1st teen cons non-con pedo lolita rape reluc coer violent inc mother sis fath dau les bi het D/S Mdom Fdom span rough BD lght SM humil cuckold cheat wife group exhib voy WM OF oral anal mastrb beast ------- ------- Chapter 1A I had caught her red handed with our neighbor, so to speak. Actually the correct expression would be; caught with her pants down. But most people would understand that she was a little unfaithful. I liked to tell myself that she was only a little, but I knew the truth in my heart, but it was still hard to admit. The woman that I had loved was such a slut. Before we were married, she wouldn't even let me touch her. And on our wedding night I was not surprised to find that she was a virgin. Actually it made my heart glad and I was proud of the fact that I had married a virgin. It was almost a year to the day that we saw Betsy into the world. I was one of those overly proud daddies. Nothing was too good for my little princes. We were the typical family. We went to church every Sunday; and the park every evening after work. Kelly stayed home to care for Betsy while I went to work. I thought it was the happiest time of my life. It was about eighteen months after Betsy was born that Christen was born. I had been hoping for a boy, but I didn't mind another girl. I just had two princesses instead of one. I was twice as happy as before. I was on a business trip that I never wanted to go on, and desperately trying to get everything finished up so that I could get home in time for Betsy's seventh birthday. I had promised her that I would be there, and I would have a special present for her. I got lucky and things really started to fall into place. I found that I could get back a whole day earlier, if I took the early morning plane. It was a straight through, and it would take almost four hours off the time. Time spent in airport terminals, with nothing to do. I jumped at the chance. It would give Kelly and me a few hours to ourselves, before the kids got home from daycare. It had been over a week that I had been gone, and I was looking forward to a little afternoon fun. Things were quiet when I pulled into the driveway, but with the kids at daycare, I didn't expect anything else. I let myself in through the back door and put my bags on the kitchen floor. It felt good to be home. I heard something upstairs and figured that Kelly was cleaning or something, and I thought that I would surprise her. Well, I did surprise her, but the real surprise was mine. I quietly made my way up the stairs, and as I got closer to the bedroom I could definitely make out Kelly. I recognized those noises. After eight years of marriage, I had heard them many times. I figured the she was involved in a little self pleasure and I smiled to myself. I could give her something better than her fingers to fuck, I thought as I walked into the room. I froze as I saw that she already had something better than her fingers. Bob, the next door neighbor was on his knees behind Kelly, and she was really plowing her ass back at him. I didn't know what to do, so I moved back out of the door and just stood in the hallway. I was leaning against the wall listening to Kelly moan her pleasure when I heard Bob, "Aw fuck, I have always said that you got the tightest asshole that I have ever gotten into!" I was stunned. I had tried many times to get Kelly to try that, but she had always refused. Just like giving a blowjob, she said that it was something that a lady just didn't do, and if I wanted things like that I should have married a whore. An evil smile came across my mind, it appeared that I had married a whore, but she was just a whore to everybody else. This was obviously not the first time that she had taken it in the ass, and I was pissed. I quietly slipped down the hall and got the video camera from the closet. I was glad that the batteries were still charged as I a popped in a blank tape from the bag. I made my way back to the bedroom and started filming my beautiful wife taking a huge cock up her tiny little asshole. I found myself wishing that it was a lot bigger and that he split that asshole from one end to the other. But I knew that it was not going to happen, but I wished that it would anyway. As I watched Kelly bounce and jerk through another orgasm I found that I was losing my rage as it boiled down into a calm anger that filled me completely. I was detached as I filmed her exploits. When Bob shouted that he was going to cum I was in total amazement as she quickly jerked her ass off of his rigid pole and spun around and shoved it right into her mouth. The camera caught the obvious brown smear all over the head, but it didn't seem to matter to Kelly in the least. She sucked and swallowed every fucking thing that he put in her mouth. The small dribble of cum that made its way out the corner of her mouth, she quickly scooped back up and sucked it in. I stopped the camera and put it on the dresser, in the girl's room. It was the closest place to the bedroom door. Then I calmly walked into the bedroom. Kelly was the first to see me and I think that she pissed herself a little as she screamed in surprise. I asked Bob that if he was quite finished reaming my wife's ass, would he be so kind as to get his fucking ass out of my house. He made one of the fastest exits that I have ever seen. He didn't wait to put on any clothes, and I was certain that he didn't put them on downstairs either as I heard the door slam on his way out. I hoped that the whole neighborhood got to watch his white ass bouncing it's way across the yard to his own house. Then I turned my attention to Kelly. "So it seems that I did marry a whore after all. One that likes to get her ass fucked and suck cum out of a shitty cock. Is there anything that you can say for yourself? Or were you going to try and tell me that this was the only time that you have ever done something like this?" Kelly looked like a deer in the headlights as tears started rolling down her face. When she tried to come to me I put up a hand to stop her, and shook my head. She wasn't saying anything, and I knew that it really didn't matter as I didn't want to hear it. I shook my head as I told her, "If you had given your own husband some of the things you were willing to give good neighbor Bob, I just might not be so pissed off." I turned and walked out of the bedroom. I stopped to collect the tape from the camera and slip the camera back in the closet. By the time that I got to the kitchen Kelly was running after me. She was still crying, but I found that it didn't make an impression on me one way or the other. Between feeling mad and betrayed, I just didn't care any more. I slid the tape in my bag as I pulled a beautifully wrapped present out and set it on the table. I looked at her and told her that I would call Betsy later on that evening, but that I wouldn't be back. As I walked out the door she was sitting on the floor with her face in her hands. I checked into a hotel a little ways from the house. I then called my lawyer. I explained the scene to him and said that I didn't plan on ever going back. He told me that he would draw up the papers and have them served first thing the following morning. He also advised me to take half the bank accounts and start a separate account. I thought that it sounded like a good idea, and headed to the bank. I found that it was a pretty common practice. The account manager that I talked to understood immediately what I wanted, but seemed confused that I only wanted half of the money. I had a hard time rationalizing to myself that I should take any more. Now I realize that given the chance to live it over, I would have cleaned it out in a second. Betsy loved her present, but couldn't understand why I wasn't home. I couldn't explain to a seven year old that her mother was a slut, and that I couldn't stand the sight of her. So I made up a lie about having to work and let it go at that. It was better that way. The court day looked like a bad movie. I couldn't believe that Kelly had filed a counter suit. I hadn't thought that she had that kind of guts. I found out that she had the guts, and was a lot more cold and calculating than I ever gave her credit for being. I thought that I had all the cards and a tape to prove my side of the case. We never got to see that tape. I was supposed to be going first, but her lawyer said that she had a statement that directly affected the outcome of the case. The judge looked at her and warned her that it had better not be some attempt to influence the court. Her lawyer assured him that it wasn't, so the judge let her make her statement. She stood up in court and looked me in the eye and called me a child molester. I was so stunned that I couldn't even speak, but my lawyer started shouting and making all kinds of objections. Everything was put on hold and the girls were called in. Both Betsy and Christen were glad to see me, but the judge refused to let them get close to me. The judge asked them all sorts of questions and they told him all sorts of answers, but any question concerning me they refused to answer. It wasn't that they were lying, just that they wouldn't answer. The judge ordered an investigation, and postponed the case until the investigation was over. The next three weeks I had a microscope up my ass. They talked to everyone that I worked with, and everyone that had ever met me. The girls were sent to doctors, all kinds of doctors. The physical tests and evaluations were inconclusive. They didn't show anything one way or the other. The mental tests were another story. The results could be interpreted any way that they wanted. The court appointed psychologist was the most fair of the whole bunch. He said that there was nothing to point to abuse, and unless they were willing to talk about the subject, he could not form an opinion. My psychologist said that the tests conclusively proved that there was no abuse, and it was all a false charge. The defense psychologist said that it was conclusive proof that I had manipulated the girls to give no answers, which only confirmed the accusations. The judge then made his decision. It was decided that since this was not an alimony state, that alimony was not an issue. Since an allegation of abuse had been made and the investigation could not prove or disprove the allegations that it was impossible for me to get custody of the children, and flatly refused any visitation. He set child support at forty percent and called case dismissed, and then said to me, "You should consider yourself lucky Mr. Preston, if it was within my power I would have you locked up. But I will recommend to the District Attorney's office that they continue their investigation in this matter." Well, the judge kept his word and the District Attorney did continue to investigate. They talked to the girls and the girls answered every question. Questions like; where they went to school, and who their teacher was, and had your daddy ever toughed you here? They answered every question, until they said daddy. Then they simply refused to say anything. Not yes, and not no, just nothing. My lawyer, Will Jones told me that they could not do a better job. No matter what they said, it could be meant to mean something else. It was best that they just said nothing. I told him that I wanted them to tell the truth, but I realized that they were in the middle of a play by Kelly. It looked like she had pulled it off after all. He told me to keep my mouth shut and not to answer any questions without him there to advise me. I shook my head, but agreed to it. It had only taken two weeks before they gave up as well. I was determined to get my life back in some kind of order, but I found that my job had been deemed unnecessary and that I was being laid off. It was made very clear that there was not a position that I was qualified for. The reputation of the company was at stake and I understood, I didn't like it, but I understood why they did it. I started looking for another job. I realized that the interviews went well, but that I didn't get the job. It didn't take long to find out that when the prospective employer called the company, the information of my investigation always seemed to find its way into the conversation. I found out that you don't have to be guilty, and that just an accusation was enough for some things. Will recommend that I sue them, but I explained that I didn't have the money to pursue something like that. He frowned, but wasn't willing to handle something like that without being paid up front. I couldn't blame him either. I found that I was unemployed, and with a child support payment to make. My savings wouldn't last that long, and I couldn't think of a good way to get any quick work. The out of town jobs went just like the local ones. I stumbled across a Bulletin Board Service and found that consultants didn't necessarily have to go through an interview, or a background check. I quickly applied and was working before the week was out. I also found that I had found a new friend in the computer world. I loved computers, and was fascinated by them. I read everything that I could get about them. Since I had never got to even bring up Kelly's little indiscretions I felt a little fucked, but didn't know what to do about it. I gave it a lot of thought and decided that I should share the wealth. I made a copy of the tape and waited until the time was right. Neighbor Bob had just left to go bowling as I approached his front door. I had seen his wife many times, and I had always thought that she was a very nice woman. She definitely had a body that I would have shit square bricks just to be able to look at. She didn't seem very interested in talking to me, but I insisted. It is another way of saying that I shoved my foot in the door, and wouldn't let her close it, until she listened to what I had to say. She called me names that would make a drunken sailor blush, but I expected that she would. They had covered my neighborhood quite thoroughly looking for any other children that I might have molested. They didn't find any, but it didn't change what everybody thought. I tried to explain that I was innocent, but she didn't believe me, not that I really expected her to, but I had hoped. I gave her the tape and told her that it might help to explain things a little bit. She wouldn't take it, so I pitched it in her house and said that if she was so sure that Bob was a saint, what could it hurt to watch it? I pulled back my foot and turned around to leave. I heard the door slam behind me, but I didn't care any more. I felt much better now. I knew that she would look, she had to. She would look just to see if I was lying. Curiosity is a powerful weapon. I was happy to hear that Bob was getting a divorce. It turned out that Kelly was also there. I just had to slip in and watch from the back. They never knew that they were TV stars, until the tape started playing. I could just see Kelly's face when she started yelling on the tape and she sounded even more like a slut than in real life. It made everything so personal, when they called out each others names. I watched as her face showed the shock, and then it was surprise, and then she was blushing so much that I didn't think that she would stop changing colors. Needless to say, Bob got his clock cleaned and I was cheering for his wife. I even hoped that she got his nuts out of the deal. As they were leaving the court room, Bob and Kelly left so fast that I didn't even get a chance to gloat, but I was still content that at least some people knew her for what she really was. Bob's wife did see me, and she actually sounded like she understood what had happened to me as she apologized for her rude behavior. I waved at her and told her to forget it. I said that it felt good for at least one person to understand what had really happened, but that it wouldn't change the rest of the world. She nodded and she actually kissed me before she left the court room. I was so surprised that I just stood there and looked like a fool. When she was gone I got a silly smile on my face, and it was there the rest of the day. I felt really good; for the first time, in a long time. With things going better for me, and at least one person understanding what had happened to me, I felt that I was heading in the right direction again. With my new found confidence, I soon decided that I wanted to try and write software for the computer. I wanted the challenge of making a computer do what I wanted it to do. Every evening after work, I sat in my shabby apartment reading books and pounding keys. It was exciting and I loved it. The consulting jobs paid the bills and let me get a little bit ahead, but my work after hours consumed me. I learned everything I could about the computer. There wasn't too much available as far as books went. It was still too new to have much out in print. I explored and experimented, and found that the logic and simple straight forward approach allowed me to do things others had not, at least that I was aware of. I examined all of the personal computer software that was available and found that it was crude in comparison to the large business computers that I was accustomed to working with. To be allowed to program those required you to be considered a god by most people. So the personal computer started a revolution of sorts in the business arena. I was quietly learning that gods were mostly a matter of average men with an over-inflated ego, and a bad attitude. My first software program was an inventory program that I used to reference my books, and music. It worked rather well, but there were bugs that kept popping up at the strangest times. It took me a long time to find these problems, but the experience taught me that maybe their attitudes weren't as over-inflated as I had first thought. They worked on a considerably larger scale than I was, and I couldn't imagine trying to find errors like these in something that large. I decided to think smaller, and break things down into little pieces. After each one was working, I would move to the next. I found that my errors were more easily tracked, and fixed, and reasoned that it was the same approach as they had to use on the big business machines. I smiled to myself as I realized that I had crossed a major milestone. When I was certain that I had everything fixed and there were no problems left in it, I decided to sell it for what it was; a simple personal inventory program. I certainly didn't get rich, but I found that I sold enough to buy a newer and better computer, with more of the fancy options. I thought about it for a long time, trying to decide what else I could write that I could sell to the people. It was an accidental thing that gave me my next project. I ended up with an error in my checkbook. The bank was adamant that the error was mine because their computer couldn't possibly make an error. Since I was experienced in this, I told them that they were full of shit, and I wanted proof. In checking it out, they discovered that their computer had made an error. In reality the computer didn't, but the minimum wage worker entering the data did. I didn't bother explaining the difference, but knew that there were thousands of people that would buy a computerized checkbook program. I could see in my mind the entire process, and knew that it would be simple and uncomplicated. It only took me a week to write the software and to put it out into the world. I sent it to the same distribution house that I had sent my personal inventory program. They supplied cheap software to a number of different sources in a bulk fashion. I found that I had been right. It was one of the most popular programs available, and I was making some pretty good money for a change. I couldn't believe that people paid good money for something as simple as that. It was then that my wife dragged me back to court to try to get more child support money. I was confused at the action, but I went anyway. I showed the court that I was only making about half of what I used to make, because of their investigations getting me fired. I left smiling when they reduced my support payment amount, rather than increasing it. My Ex shouted and screamed at the judge, which didn't make her very popular. I got to see the girls. I couldn't talk to them, and they wouldn't let them come over to me, but we waved to each other and I blew them kisses. They were just as beautiful as I remembered. While I was there I brought it to the attention of the court that my birthday and Christmas presents to the girls had been returned, but the judge said that it was their mother's decision what they were allowed to receive. I looked at the girls and shrugged my shoulders. They had sad smiles on their faces, but when they looked at their mother, I could tell that she wouldn't get off that lucky. I had seen that look before, and I smiled to myself again. Things didn't change much for a while. I found different consulting jobs when each one ran out, and I kept coming up with simple little programs and games and people kept buying them. I was thinking about getting a better place when my Ex hauled me back into court again. I just shook my head. I was making considerably more money than I used to, but it was almost all due to the software that I had been writing in my spare time. I talked with my lawyer and he said that I didn't have to make my tax records available to the court, as it was considered an unreasonable search and seizure, and prohibited under article four of the constitution. He also warned me that if I didn't I might go to jail until he would get it resolved in a higher court. I considered my options, but I couldn't make a decision until I got to the court house. Kelly was there with her lawyer and she told me that I had better get used to it, because she was going to have me in there every year, until she got what she thought was fair. I smiled at her and raised a finger in the air. I was sure that she understood the meaning, as I walked away she was shouting curses at me and her lawyer was doing everything but sitting on her to shut her up. I looked at my lawyer and told him that I was ready to wait in jail until he could appeal, but I didn't want to go through this every six months to a year. He nodded as we made our way to the court room. He was right. I was sent to jail on contempt charges, but he assured me that he would have me out soon. Kelly was so excited that she was almost fit to be tied. I could understand her good mood, but it didn't make me feel any better. The girls both looked like they were about to cry, but I smiled at them and nodded that it was all ok. They tried to be brave for me. I spent almost a month in jail. They put people charged with contempt in a different place. When I was ready to comply with the order, they would let me out. My lawyer finally got a hearing and I was released to attend the hearing. It was all so confusing, but all I had to do was to sit there and look pitiful. It was an easy assignment, I already felt that way. I was happy that we won and the contempt charges were dismissed. We had to go back to family court the next day and Kelly had a fit when they asked her to produce her documents to justify an increase in child support. She pointed to me and said that I had to supply my tax records. My lawyer made it very clear that it wasn't going to happen, and any further contempt charges would result in a law suit itself. The judge didn't like it, and in my opinion he took it out on Kelly. When she said that she didn't have anything to support her claim, he gave her a stern lecture about wasting the courts time and dismissed the action. She was so mad that I thought that her head might pop off from the pressure. But I wasn't that lucky. I waved to the girls as they left, each dragged from the courtroom in one of Kelly's hands. So once again things returned to something resembling normal. I worked and learned. When Windows made the computer scene I knew that this was going to be a major change in the future of personal computing. I was quickly learning everything that I could about this new marvel of software. It took me a long time to understand what was happening and how to interface to this new medium. It was a true labor of love. I realized that it was my only love, once I found that none of my family wanted anything to do with me. I was even told in no uncertain terms that I was not welcome even at either of my parent's funeral. My dad died first, and less than a year later, mom passed on. I only had my sister Susan now, and she told me that a person like me was not welcome at any family function. My Aunt Niada, mom's sister listened and shrugged, but didn't have anything to say. I wasn't sure about her, but made no point to talk to her either. She had always been so aloof when I was growing up that I just didn't understand anything about her. So that was all the family that I had left. A maiden aunt, that I didn't know very well. Not to mention a sister that would rather see me dead. So work was my only outlet for the frustration that I felt. I worked with a vengeance. The next major revolution was the internet. I found this fascinating; instant communications with anybody, any where in the world. Once again I quickly set myself discovering as much about this new technology as I could find. I found that it was actually old technology and had been in use for a long time, it was only now becoming popular. There was so much information about it that I had too much to read for a change. I couldn't decide which was worse; having almost nothing and having to experiment for myself, or having so much that you couldn't get anything done, just because you had too much to read. All of my programs got a new face lift and redesigned to recognize the network environment. I felt a little guilty reselling my programs each time that I rewrote them, but I rationalized that if Microsoft could get away with it, then so could I. I was right, the same people lined up for the same programs. I also provided a host of new and different things that made the windows users' life a little easier. Suddenly there was an explosion of technology. Huge hard drives, loads of memory and fancy new monitors that allowed you to do things that you could never do before. And there was another new version of Windows. The new Windows 95; it wasn't 95 and I didn't see it as all that new. But it did have a lot of new features. It allowed access to all of the memory and the huge hard drives and it introduced the idea of device drivers. It was a new concept and I was fascinated. My programs got fancier and smarter and even had the advantage of using Microsoft's new database. I found this thrilling; even though they included a similar program to mine as an example of the operation of the database. I decided that it was time to start over and redesign a whole new line of software and quit making money selling the same old shit. I decided that the database was just too wonderful of a program to ignore, so I put together a new inventory program. This one designed for the small business user. It would handle all of the normal day to day inventory needs, as well as working alone or working from the network. The concept proved to be a very ambitious project. It took considerably longer than I had thought that it would. But when the day came that I sat back and looked at my work I was pleased. I decided to sell this program on my own from the internet. It seemed to be the perfect environment for a small business venture like mine. My next project was the check book program. I had to spend some time at the library making serious notes about accounting. It seemed that simple accounting was no longer accepted, and that you had to be able to adjust every number for something. It was confusing, but I finally found a study guide for the CPA test that managed to do a pretty good job of explaining almost everything in a way that I could understand. The accounting program also took longer than I had anticipated, and realized that I was going to have to learn to think in different terms when it came to the windows environment. I ended up having to create a Web Page. It sounded strange to me, but I soon understood the concept and marveled at the simplicity and complexity of the concept. The idea was straight forward, but the technology behind it was complex. It was another of those things that there was no information on it, so it had to be learned the hard way. My page carried my software and also demos of what I was selling. I really didn't have any idea of its worth, but I found what was out there that did the same type of job and I set my pricing accordingly. I found that there were some things that only I was offering at a standard price. I also saw that the popular ones had integrated there different software with the ability to talk to each other. This was something that I had not considered and immediately set out updating my designs. I started paying much more attention on the consulting jobs. I watched the overall business process. I talked with people and discovered what they liked and didn't like about their software. I learned the business process from the inside, and watched as they carried it from the contact with the customer all the way to the end product, or service. Then the warranty issue raised it ugly head and I realized that I once again underestimated the needs of the average business user. I found that the most difficult concept was one of the easiest for humans to work with, but computers staggered all the way down the shipping system. The various shipping options and the insurance, coupled with the payment designation made my head spin. I was sure that I would never be able to handle all of the different options. I worked for months before I finally realized the truth of the matter. I was not writing a shipping program, just a money tracking program that shipping was just another piece of the puzzle. I had gotten so lost in the details that I had lost sight of the real objective. It only took another three days and the shipping was a simple matter of a keystroke here and another one there. I couldn't understand why I had so many problems, as it was now all so simple. I had worked for more than two years completing my small business software system. It was a work of love for me, and I knew that it would handle the business concerns for any small business for years to come. I was proud of my work. A user could select the modular parts that they needed and ignore the parts that they didn't need. They only had to spend the money for what they really needed, and it gave them the option of getting the right tool for the job. I was very surprised to see that the prices of the software had more than doubled while I had been updating my own entry into the business world. I adjusted my price and decided it was time to make it known that there was a new kid in town. There were magazines that the editors evaluated the new software available for the market. I decided to take a chance and send it in for evaluation. I was very pleased to read a couple of months later that I had received the Editors choice award for the best priced software for the benefits. I found out that I was even more substantially under priced than I had thought. I have to admit that I cheated a little. I changed the revision number and upped the price. It was the only way that I could get the price in line with everybody else and seem to have a reason to do it. Suddenly I was selling software faster than I could get it out the door. I was packaging and shipping the software until late in the night. The time that I used to spend writing software was now used to handle the orders I was getting. I quickly realized that I needed a small office with a big warehouse to handle the shipping. It was a move of necessity. I found a small place in a different neighborhood, as the one that I lived in just wasn't safe. As I looked around my old apartment, I realized that I had lived here for more than six years. I could have afforded better, but I just considered it home. In all that time, I had not heard from my daughters. My presents came back unopened, as well as the cards and letters that I sent. It made my heart sad to think about it. My only release had been internet porn and my right hand. And now I didn't even have the time for that. I spent every single hour of the day working on the contract that I was committed to, and then I was working well into the night processing orders and preparing the software for shipping. Sleep was the time between the two jobs, and both of them were true full time jobs. I was thankful that that neither required much time sitting down, or I would have been sound asleep on the job. I was always dragging when the weekend got there. If it wasn't for those two days I might have died from exhaustion. I realized one night as I worked to fill orders that I had been receiving a lot of money and all of the orders that I was shipping was money in the bank. When I printed the financial report I almost had a heart attack. I was on the border line of wealthy. I could hire people to do this job, and not kill myself trying to keep up. I put an ad in the paper the next day and I was happy to hear from people when the calls started coming in. I decided that I would need to get sick Friday and interview for the job. Things were moving quickly. I found a girl to answer the phone, and to process the orders. I hired two young men to prepare the software and process the shipping orders. I explained that I might have to let one of them go if the sales dropped off; then I would keep the one that I considered the most reliable and productive. They both agreed and I could tell that competition made them both work hard and I knew that it didn't matter which one I kept, it would be the right choice. Sales did start to slack off. But I didn't let either one go, as I didn't want to be unprepared if sales started back up again. I once again had time in the evenings to work on my software. I found that I had been collecting error reports and started looking through them. I found a number of silly mistakes that I should have caught earlier, but I couldn't explain why I didn't. For each error report that I received I sent a new version of the software at no charge. If a person had the integrity to send a report in, they deserved to know that it was appreciated. It turned out that my policy was well received in the technical magazines and my software was considered the premier software on the market. Once again sales started booming. It was during that time that the new Database programs showed up on the market. I was seriously intrigued with them, and wondered if anybody would actually spend the money to buy them. It didn't take long to see that their sales were moving faster than my own and I was constantly busy. I decided to order a copy myself. I spent months deciding the best way to talk to the new databases. I found that these were considerably better than what I was used to, and they were faster and much more stable. I knew that I had to support these new arrivals on the scene. Going back and changing the database interface didn't prove to be difficult, but it was a long and time consuming task. I was half way finished when I suddenly thought what about the next thing that came out. I decided to move the database interface into a central location, so that I could change everything in a single place. It made sense to me and the changes went quickly. Checking every single function to make sure that it worked correctly was a lot harder, and I found a lot of things that seemed to have a problem. It took a lot of time to get everything right. The advantages were that the software now had no limits on its ability to limit it to small businesses. I quickly drafted a letter to the editor explaining the adaptation of the new database support and citing the benefits of the new improved medium sized business software. I adjusted the price accordingly and once again received the Editors choice award. When the larger business orders started I was happy to see that I received almost no error reports. I did receive a number of complaints about the report functionality and realized that I would have to make them customizable. The change was difficult and it was time consuming, but it put the report creation back into the user's hands. Once again the complaints received a new copy of the software. It was late the next year that I got an offer to buy the company. At first I dismissed it out of hand. Once I thought about it, I realized that I was getting tired of just spending my time working on the same thing day after day, and it seemed like a chance to get out from under it, and get back to doing something that I enjoyed. I considered their offer until I was forced to make a decision. They took my reluctance as disinterest and upped the price. I was more than interested then, but decided to throw in an additional item. My employees would be retained. They didn't even hesitate when I came back with my proposal. It required that I work for them for a year, training their programmers, but I was told that it would be on my own schedule, but that I would still get an indecent salary. It pretty much clinched the deal and I was now a free man. I decided to put everything into the company account and just keep living like I was. I really had gotten used to this place, and I didn't want to leave it. When my contract was up, I didn't look for another one. I ended up reporting to the offices of the new software owners. (Sorry can't say who they are, but it is conditions of the sale contract. You understand, but we can call them Widget Inc. for simplicity). I was terribly shocked to see that my office was twice as large as my apartment, and it had its own bathroom. This was not what I was expecting, but I knew that I had a year to spend with them, and I thought that I could do it here very easily. My secretary was a real knockout, but since she was married, I didn't see much chance to explore any options there. Once again I found that I was wrong. It was starting to become a habit, and the experience of age had taught me that it really didn't matter much. Mrs. Trixie Jones made her position quite clear as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and then leaned over my desk. The view was distracting enough that I had a hard time following her words, "Well Mr. Preston, you sure are much better looking than I thought. I can see that we will be having a real good time together." Her ample tits along with her smile left no room for doubt about her meaning. I looked at her and told her that I didn't want to cause her any trouble in her marriage. She laughed a deep throaty laugh and told me, "You won't cause any trouble in my marriage. Every night when I get home I make my sorry excuse for a husband suck out all of the cum from my fuck hole. I tell him exactly who and how it got put there, and that is the closest that he will ever get to this pussy, and he fucking well knows it." She smiled again and I could tell that she was trying to see if she could rattle me. I smiled back at her when I told her, "Well it seems that you wear the pants in the family. I certainly don't hope that you were expecting to wear them here?" She straightened up and smoothed her blouse over her ample tits and gave me a coy smile and said, "Well, one of us will be wearing the pants, and no man has ever tamed me yet. So unless you think you can handle me, you had better ask for a new secretary right now." She didn't wait for an answer as she turned and left the office. I sat and considered my situation. My father had completely dominated my mother, and I saw things that most kids never saw, thanks to a small hole that I put in my closet. I had a pretty fair education in the ways of domination, and I had even refined my knowledge on the internet. I thought that I had seen just about everything that a man could do to a woman, but I found out that there was so much more, and that was even before I read the stories. I had still been a babe in the woods, but now I smiled a knowing smile. I made a few calls and went visiting with the other executives on the twenty-sixth floor. I found that I had been elected to receive Mrs. Jones as soon as it was known that I would be joining the company. She had been assigned to each of them at one time or another and they made it clear that she could not be fired. So their only option was to move her around until she found a position that there wasn't a request for transfer. I saw the looks on some of their faces as they asked if I was going to make a request. I could see the relief on their faces when I said that I would stick it out a while and see what happened. I also saw the coy smiles that they gave me. I knew what they were thinking, but I ignored the knowing looks that were suddenly being exchanged. Before I left I did ask a question, "Just how far can I go, here at the office I mean?" They looked at each other with a surprised expression, before they stammered, "Well when it comes to Trixie, there aren't any limits, she does what she pleases when and where she likes, and we just have to put up with it." I blinked a few times as this sank in. I didn't know why she had so much power here, but that was not going to affect me. This was a temporary position and I really didn't care if I stayed the full year or not. At lunch I buzzed Trixie and told her that I wanted her to go pick up lunch. She laughed at me over the intercom and informed me that she didn't run gopher errands for me or anybody else, and she wasn't about to start now. I smiled at the intercom and explained to her that it might be my last time to buy her lunch, and I would really appreciate it if she would humor me, this one time. She laughed again before she disappeared from her phone and I was suddenly conscience of her in the office. She was holding her hand out, and I fished out the money for lunch. Before I could tell her what I wanted. She was gone. I had to admit that she did a good job selecting lunch and I was happy with her choice, but I never saw the change and wondered about that. I put it on my list of things to ask her about. I had started on a Thursday and as it got late in the day I was curious when she left work. Most of the people had already left and I asked her about it. She explained that her husband drove her to work, and picked her up. I smiled and nodded. I guess that she felt the need to explain as I walked away, "Don't misunderstand, that worthless piece of shit chauffeurs me where ever I want to go." She had a proud smile on her face as I went back into my office. I waited until I heard noises in the outer office, then I opened the door and stepped out. I saw Trixie getting ready to leave as a frail little man stood close by, waiting to carry her things. I smiled as I explained to her that because of an important meeting on Monday I was going to have to ask her to stay a little late on Friday. I waited to see her reaction. She looked annoyed at first, and then she suddenly brightened as she said that she would be happy to stay late. She explained that her husband would have to wait on her as he always arrived at exactly five-thirty. I nodded and said that I had no objections to his being present. I smiled as she strutted off down the hallway, with her little husband following quickly behind her. He looked back at me with a look of concern and I understood that he was concerned for my well being. I smiled back at him as he hurried to catch up with her. As soon as they had left I quickly got my things together and left the office. I had a lot of shopping to get done before morning. I smiled as I made my way down to my car, and even found myself whistling a happy tune. ------- Chapter 1B I got to the office a good half hour before Trixie. I stored my large gym bag under my desk and found that my cock kept trying to get hard every time I thought about the events to come. Fridays around the office were considered casual days and it meant that I didn't have to wear a tie. Actually I found that most of the rules didn't apply to me as I was just considered a temp employee, and the title was pretty much an honorary title. I didn't mind, it made it easier for me to move around without incident. I managed to get things done outside of channels, when it was faster and it seemed to work to my advantage. I had lunch in the executive lunchroom and quietly listened to the gossip. I found that I was so invisible that I could hear all of the gossip about me. It seemed that Trixie had a small following both with the secretaries and a few of the executives. I got the general idea that if an executive pissed somebody off, they got Trixie as a secretary. They would either quit or she would have them under control within a week. They fully expected her to have me trained before the weekend was out. It was all met with a generous laughter. I even had to smile myself. It all seemed like a perfect plan to get rid of anybody, except me of course. I intended to change the outcome of this little game, and in very short order. I listened as they told what they were going to be doing that night, and who was leaving early, and who wasn't. I was glad to hear that only a couple would be staying until five. I waited until all of them left, before I crawled out from behind my newspaper and left the lunchroom. I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for the Monday morning meeting. I had to make a presentation and fully expected it to last the whole morning. If I was lucky it wouldn't drag into the afternoon. I noticed that as it approached five o'clock I opened the bag under my desk and placed a few things in the top drawer. I thought that I might need them. I went through everything in my mind and prepared for what I was sure was going to be a trial, on many levels. I had given Trixie some work that needed to be done, and I was sure that it would take her until well after five before she would get done. I waited until she buzzed me, and then I asked her to wait a few moments as I still had a few other items to get done. I waited until after five-thirty before I buzzed her back and asked her to bring in her work. As I expected, her husband followed her into the room. I motioned to a sofa against the wall and invited him to sit down. He looked to Trixie before she nodded and he meekly made himself comfortable. I then turned my complete attention on Trixie. She dropped the work on my desk and as I leafed through it I could see that she did do quality work, and since she had gotten everything done, it showed that she was efficient. I praised her work as I completed the presentation. I quietly locked it in the desk drawer as she told me, "That will be the last time that I do anything for you. From now I will give the orders and you will do the work." She smiled that confident smile of hers. I smiled back as I sat back in my chair, "I don't think so. I like the arrangement just as it is. I give the orders and you jump when I tell you to." I watched her for the reaction that I knew would come. She was used to getting her own way, and this she would not allow. I watched as her nostrils flared with anger. The coy little smile slipped from her face as she stared at me. I took a second to glance at her husband and I could see the fear in his eyes. I knew that I had hit a nerve, and waited for the fireworks to begin. I didn't have to wait long before she blew up, "What the fuck did you say to me? I will make you regret that for the rest of your fucking life. I swear that before I am finished with you. You will fucking beg me to kiss my fucking shoes, just like that sniveling piece of shit over there." As she pointed to her husband I casually looked over to him and watched him flinch as he almost managed to completely hide behind his briefcase. I sadly shook my head as I watched, and then I turned my attention back to Trixie. Knowing that we were the only ones in the office made things easier. I said to her, "So, just how are you going to perform this miracle? Are you going to wave your magic wand? I know that your pussy isn't that good; hell I lived years before I knew that it existed and I think that I can continue without getting any of it. So let's see you work that miracle." I had goaded her about as far as I thought that it would take and waited until she made her move. She stomped around the desk and I stood up to stand in front of her. She reached up to claw at my face and I was expecting something and slapped her hands away. I was not expecting her to also plant her knee into my balls. I saw lights explode behind my eyes as I felt my balls throbbing. I was almost bent in half as I realized that I had reacted exactly as she wanted me to. I had watched her hands and not seen the knee. She stood back a step and put her hands on her hips and smiled triumphantly, "Well, that should show you who is the boss around here, and if you ever disobey me again I will stomp your balls until you don't have any left!" I shook my head. Did she really think that she had accomplished anything? As I slowly straightened up I thought that I knew what her next attack would be, and I readied myself. I didn't have long to wait as she moved in on me again. This time I didn't give her a chance to cause me any more pain. As soon as she was at the right distance my right foot suddenly shot up and made a very firm contact with her crotch. Even though she didn't have balls, I will guarantee that if you kick a woman in the pussy hard enough you can bring her to her knees. Trixie had a look of surprise as she folded up on the floor, with both of her hands in her crotch. I smiled as I said to her, "It doesn't feel very good, does it?" I calmly opened the top drawer and removed the leather cuffs that I had put there earlier. I stepped over her and before she knew what was happening I had jerked her hands behind her and secured them into the leather cuffs. I clipped the padlock in place and moved back to the desk. I got the second pair and quickly had her ankles secured the same way. It was then that it sank in that she couldn't move. Her anger flared again as she demanded that I release her. She called me just about every name that any sailor knew and I shook my head again. I reached into the top drawer again and this time a pretty red ball quickly shot into her mouth. I secured it with the two straps that went securely around her head. I smiled as I said, "There, that sounds much better. You will have to learn about using language like that." I looked to her husband. I knew that he was the only unknown variable. He was sitting like a statue. I tried to evaluate if he presented a danger. They couldn't get the cuffs off without the key, and that was safely hidden, but he could still cause me considerable pain, if he attacked when my back was turned. I spoke to him, "Well are you going to sit there, or are you going to help her?" He looked at me and blinked a few times. He was slow to answer, "I had been instructed not to get up, for any reason, until I've had been told to." I nodded, and then I added, "If you get off of that sofa before I tell you to, I will use you as a punching bag until you are nothing more than a bloody pulp. Do you understand me?" He looked at me and nodded his head vigorously. I didn't think that I was going to have any trouble with him, so I turned my attention back to Trixie. She was glaring at me with a look that could kill. I smiled at her with my best 'fuck you' look. It didn't help her attitude in the least. I stepped over her and pulled the bag out from under my desk. She had a confused look as she watched me carry it around to the front of the desk, which was hidden from her view. When she saw me again, she saw the scissors that I was carrying. They were about eight inches long and had the sharpest points that I could find. They looked a lot like barber scissors. I told her that if she moved I might accidentally stab her, so she had better keep still. She froze in place and watched with terrified eyes as I began the slow process of cutting her clothes off of her. The blouse disappeared quickly, and the bra only required the shoulder straps to be cut. I unclasped it and watched as her ample tits spilled out onto her chest. I could see why she was proud of those. They were as firm as any teenagers and had very hard pointed nipples as big as my little finger tip. I smiled in appreciation as I watched her struggling. I made short work of the slacks and was very happy to see that she had worn pantyhose. I reminded her that unless she wanted to see blood that she had better keep very still. She knew that I was serious and watched as I slid the scissors down each leg as the material easily flowed away. I smiled as I looked at the dainty little panties. I snipped each side and they laid there across her pelvis, hiding her pussy from my gaze. I got a firm grip on the front of the panties and told her to open her legs. She gave me a defiant stare and shook her head as she closed her legs tightly around the material. I had hoped that she would do that. I suddenly jerked as hard as I could and each of her tender thighs suddenly flamed a bright red. I smiled at her and said, "Well, I tried to make it easy on you, but you just wouldn't cooperate. So, I guess that you got what you deserved." The 'rug burn' on her thighs had to be painful, but she refused to make a sound, but she didn't put her legs back together again either. I looked down to see that she had a very full and thick bush of pussy hair. It was a dark brown, just like the hair on her head. I was impressed that it was so thick. I couldn't even see her cunt lips. I smiled as I looked at her and she actually blushed, and it amused me. I grabbed her arms and pulled her to the middle of the floor, and put her on her stomach. I then returned to the bag and removed an English Cane. If you are not experienced with such a device, it is in the general shape of a regular cane with a curved handle, but it is only about one-half inch thick and made of flexible wood; something like a willow branch. I had been on the other end of one of these many times as a young boy, as my father preferred it for general discipline. I knew first hand the pain that she was about to experience. I whipped the cane through the air a few times and her eyes looked at it in terror. I smiled as I lashed out the first stroke across her ass. She bellowed in pain as she wiggled trying to get away. I smiled as the next one went diagonally across her ass and thigh. Her ass made a delightful target and after four whizzing blows I leaned down and quietly told her, "I plan on working on your ass until the pain in my balls goes away." She groaned as I showed her the benefits of a good cane over the other more traditional leather implements of punishments. Each blow raised an instant welt that was almost a half inch high. As the next blow crossed over one I had to be careful not to draw blood, or at least not too much. I didn't want to ruin my next piece of fun. I gave her a solid fifteen blows. Her ass and thighs were covered with angry red welts and her face was covered with tears. I nodded as I looked at her. I had been in that same position a number of times in my life. I really took no pleasure in this, but if it was a matter of domination, then it would be her there, rather than me. A cane has a distinct advantage over any other form of corporal punishment. The human skin will actually go into shock and the blows have less effect, but with a cane only the actual welt itself will be deadened, and the rest of the ass will be totally unaffected. As I placed the cane on the desk I took out a leather paddle from the bag. I am not sure if a paddle is the right description, so I will attempt to describe the construction. It was about four inches wide and about a quarter inch thick, and about three feet long. It reminded me of an old fashioned razor strop, but it was cut down on one end to form a handle. It had two wooden halves that enclosed the handle part making a sold handle. It was rigid and only flexed when intentionally bent. I turned and approached her as she watched the new weapon of destruction intended for her ass. She suddenly screamed through the ball gag and I could see the distress in her face. I frowned and said that my balls still hurt, and that it was time for a little more serious tool. The welts from the cane had relaxed a little and were only about a quarter inch high now. The first blow covered the top half of her shapely ass. And she screamed into the gag again. I quickly followed with a second blow that coved both thighs from the bottom of the ass down four inches. She screamed again and managed to roll over on her back. I looked her in the eyes and told her to roll back over. She violently shook her head no. I shrugged and the next blow ripped across both of her tender breasts. The surprised look faded to pain as she screamed again. I looked at her again and told her to roll over. She knew what would happen if she didn't and rolled again. I followed up with the next blow that completed the coverage of her ass. I worked her ass and thighs until the fiery red glow reminded me of a fire engine. When I was satisfied with my work I returned to the bag. I replace the paddle and took out a small whip. As I turned to face her she saw the whip and the cane in my hand again. She shook her head no as a new flood of tears streaked her face. Her makeup was a mess and made her almost look like a clown in the circus, the red nose didn't help much either. I told her to turn over, but once again she refused. I shook my head and aimed the cane on the bottoms of her feet. The first blow had her hopping and wiggling like a fish on dry land. I looked at her and told her to turn over. She was caught between pain and agony and didn't know how to get out of it. The second blow on the soles of her feet had her on her back panting through the pain. I knew that she would feel a lot worse before this was finished. The first blow of the whip on her thighs was a light one. It accomplished what I wanted, her legs parted and I quickly struck with the cane on her delicate pussy. There was no sound at all as her legs snapped closed again. I looked to see her eyes open wide and I knew that she didn't have sounds that would express this pain. The whip opened her legs and the cane lashed down again. She found her voice on the second lash and the scream that filled the office was pitiful. After the third blow she rolled to her back. I used the whip again and once again her legs opened. The cane landed squarely between her ass cheeks, across her asshole and down into her pussy and across her clit. She passed out then, but I was prepared for that. I rolled her back onto her back and retrieved a small bottle. Spirits of ammonia do a wonderful job of waking a person up. She groaned as the pain once again flooded her senses. She looked at me with pity in her eyes now. The defiant bitch was gone and a tortured little girl was in her place. I spoke softly to her as I said that three more lashes across her pussy and I would put the cane away. I also added that if I had to fight her I would make it more. I saw a steel nerve in her as she nodded. I smiled and told her to open her legs. She closed her eyes as she did and the blow struck. She fought off the tears and opened her legs again. It was not as wide, but I could tell that she was trying. The cane struck again. This time she couldn't stop the tears, and it took a long time before she could open her legs again. The last stroke was especially hard and her eyes snapped open. I was sure that she couldn't see through the tears, but I kept my word and returned to the desk to replace the cane and the whip into the bag. I took a minute to check on hubby and surprisingly found that he had his cock out and was furiously pumping away. I shook my head and noticed that my own cock wasn't even hard. Pain is not something that gives me excitement. I took a bottle of baby oil out of the bag and my razor. It was a disposable razor, and I had used it all week. It really was time to replace it, so I thought it was the perfect time to put it to other uses. I returned to Trixie and showed her the razor. Her eyes got so big that I thought that they might pop out of their sockets. I smiled at her and told her that it was coming off, like it or not, and it was her choice, as to whether she wanted the oil or just do it dry. She made a motion that she wanted the oil. I knew that she would, and it would make shaving her a lot easier for me. I told her to spread her legs, but she shook her head. I asked if she wanted me to get the cane again, or would she open her legs? She looked at me and I knew that she was weighing the options. I told her that it was coming off, if I had to beat her pussy all night then I would do it, but it would still come off in the end. She closed her eyes and opened her legs as far as the ankle cuffs would allow. I spread the baby oil completely over her pussy and I could tell that it was having an effect. I was suddenly seized with an idea. I got to my feet and returned to the bag and got the cane. Trixie's eyes filled with fear again. I turned to her husband and said, "What the fuck is your name?" He immediately dropped his cock and replied, "It's Fred." I nodded my head and said, "Ok, Freddie my boy, get your ass over here and shave her cunt. And if you leave a single hair from her asshole to her belly button I will whip your ass for each hair that I find. Then I will whip her pussy the same number. I am sure that she will reward you nicely for every one that she gets." I watched him shudder as he slowly got off the sofa and meekly moved to take the razor. When he had the razor in hand I whispered to him, "You had better remember that even though she might give you hell, I will give her hell any fucking time I want to. You really don't want to fuck with me, I am worse than she ever though of being. From now on when I speak, you jump. I don't like the way that you look so reluctant to obey. Do you understand me?" Fred shivered and quickly nodded his head as he immediately dropped to his knees and kissed and licked my shoe. It disgusted me a little, so I tapped him with the cane and used it to point to Trixie's pussy. He crawled over to her covered pussy. I moved beside Trixie's head and watched as her hair covering her pussy disappeared. She moaned as the razor scrapped across the welts of the cane. I knew that she was experiencing a lot more than pain now. Her eyes were glazed and the smell of hot excited pussy filled the air. I knew that it wouldn't take long before it would fill the whole room. I listened to her panting through her nose. She was making sounds that told the world that she was beyond any normal excitement. I reached down and unfastened the gag. As I gently removed the gag she looked at me and said, "Give me your cock, please. I need your cock!" I smiled back at her and said that she hadn't earned that reward yet, and she howled in frustration. I used the cane and lightly swatted her nipple, and her eyes glazed again as she tried to force an orgasm out of the sensations in her body. Each time the dull razor scraped across a welt her breath would catch and then she would pant and moan. It was terribly exciting to watch as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. Before she managed to get there Fred announced that he was finished and Trixie groan her disappointment. I took a quick look and saw that he had done a good job. I realized that he had taken my warning seriously. I took the razor and the oil and dropped them in the bag as I fished out the bottle of Nair. I pitched it to him and told him to cover her good. He put a liberal amount all over her pussy. I hope that she didn't have a reaction, but I really wasn't too concerned. I pitched him a towel and told him to wait until time to remove it. I moved back to Trixie's head and decided that it was time to get the basics out of the way. I tapped her forehead and got her to open her eyes. She was still trying to force an orgasm, and I liked her focus, but right now I need her attention on me. "Well, have I gotten your attention yet?" She laughed and replied that I had most definitely gotten her complete attention. I smiled as I said, "Well this is just the attention getter. If you need discipline, I am prepared for that as well. So do we continue down this road, and I break you completely, or are you willing to accede that I am the master here, and that you are the slave?" She looked at me hard and I could tell that she still wasn't ready to cross that bridge. I sadly shook my head and gently replaced the gag. Her eyes filled with fear, and I knew that she was preparing herself for the worst. It was about ten minutes later that Fred wiped the foam from her pussy and I was very pleased with the results. She was as smooth as a baby's ass, and as wet as a swamp. I told Fred that he could go back to the sofa and he nodded meekly and crawled back on his knees. The more I watched him, the less that I liked him. I found that I wanted it to be him under the lashing cane, but put it out of my mind. The next treasure from the bag was a strange looking device that had Trixie frowning in confusion. I smiled as I stretched the wires out. I placed an egg shaped device in her pussy. I saw a look of recognition, but she was in for a surprise. I placed a similar device in her ass, and then placed two alligator clips on her tits. The teeth had been filed down a little, but they still bit as I released the tension. She took in a quick breath as I attached each one. Her eyes got big when I took another one and she knew where I was going to place this one. She screamed and shook her head and tried to close her legs, but the cane reminded her that in the end I would still win. She cried as she opened them as wide as she could. I smiled as I placed the last clip on her clit. She moaned, but I could tell that it wasn't as bad as she had been expecting. I then plugged in all of the individual wires into the control box, and she watched as I unwound the cord and plugged it into the wall. The control until had ten settings, and I selected the first one; another couple of switches and I was ready. I pushed the button and electricity coursed through her tits. I watched as she felt the first tingling sensations and she bucked up. I released the button and the current stopped. She sagged back down breathing hard. A couple of switches more and then the current coursed through her pussy and ass. She tried to close her legs but the added pressure on the clip bit into her clit painfully, and she snapped her legs back open. I smiled as she realized her situation. The final switch added to the last and now her clit was throbbing with her pussy and asshole. I released the button and she relaxed again. I smiled as I told her, "Actually it is not really painful, but right now you are so sensitive that it just feels that way. Hang on a second and you will see what I mean." I turned all of the switches on and put it into an automatic switching mode. Then I pushed the activate button. As I held the button the current began to cycle from tits, to asshole, to pussy to clit and then start over again. The cycle kept getting faster until it was a blur and she wasn't sure which one was activated at any given time. Then I saw her eyes glaze over and she started to climb toward the orgasm that she had been hunting for the last hour. I watched as she got closer and closer. As she began bucking and moaning through the gag, I flipped the switch cutting the power to the machine. She suddenly stared at me and screamed again; this time in frustration. I smiled as I turned it back on. Each time she got closer, and each time I turned it off before she could feel the pleasurable bliss that she so desperately wanted. After the last time I didn't turn it back on and she looked at me and started to cry again. I looked over at Fred and saw that he was stroking away again. I asked him if it was true that Trixie made him suck the men's sperm out of her cunt every night when she got home. He blushed and nodded his head. I suddenly had an idea that would drive Trixie crazy. I ordered him on his knees right beside her head. He was quick to comply and crawled over to the spot. I approached from the other side and ordered him to get my cock out. He looked up at me and I brought the cane down quickly across his hand and then he quickly obeyed. Once my cock was out I looked at him and asked if he really didn't know what was coming. He meekly leaned forward and began to suck. I had never been attracted to men, and the fact that a man was sucking my cock didn't really thrill me, but once he got started, my cock couldn't tell the difference between a man and a woman. When I looked down I realized that he did look better than a couple of the hookers that I had gotten a blowjob from over the years. Not that I was proud of that, but the facts were the facts. I could tell that this was his first blowjob, but he got better quickly. I soon found that he could give a better blowjob than a lot of the whores that I had been with. I wasn't sure if it was the fact that it was a man, or he was just trying to please more than they did. I didn't really care and dismissed the whole thing from my mind. I looked down at Trixie and saw that I was right she was staring at the action right over her head and panting like a freight train on a steep grade. I told Fred to remove the gag, and he fumbled a little but managed to get it off, without missing a sucking stroke. I was impressed. Once the gag was out of her mouth Trixie immediately ordered Fred to get her off, but I reminded him what I would do to him. If he was afraid of Trixie, he was more afraid of me. She howled in rage and frustration. She bucked again trying to free herself, but we both knew that it was useless. She demanded to know why I was denying her the pleasure that she deserved. I thought about it and decided to answer her. "It is very simple; I only give pleasure to my slave bitches. You are not my slave, so you don't deserve to cum. When you are ready to kiss my shoe and call me master, then you can cum. Until then you are nothing more than a piece of entertaining pussy." She looked at me with big eyes, and I could see her thinking. She responded, "Then why are you letting Fred suck your cock, are you gay?" I knew that she was trying to piss me off, but decided to use it to my best advantage. "No my dear I am not gay. You feed him sperm every night, I was just giving it to him from the source, and bypassing your cunt. I saw no reason to give you any pleasure just to reward my slave. You see my dear; Fred already kissed and licked my shoe, and I know that he will gladly obey any command that I give him." Trixie starred at Fred for a long time without speaking. She watched in fascination as he continued to suck faster and deeper. The mouth on my cock was starting to get to me, so I decided to end this quickly and get back to the pussy at hand. I reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and started a smooth face fuck. This was something that you normally had to pay extra for. I plunged faster and deeper. He gagged a little but pretty soon he got the idea and I didn't hear a sound from him then. He could take my whole seven inches and never miss a beat. I fucked his face with a vengeance and he took it all. As I felt my cum boiling in my balls I speeded up yet again. I was moving so fast that it was just a blur. Suddenly my back arched and I buried my cock down his throat as the first blast went straight to his stomach. As I pulled out I filled his mouth with my scalding cum. He was not as experienced in this and some escaped. I looked down as it dribbled down his chin and hit Trixie right in the mouth. She had her tongue out licking up everything that she could get. I was afraid that it might get her off, but she fell short once again. As I closed my eyes to enjoy the soft tongue sucking the last dregs of cum from my softening cock I felt movement below me. I looked down to see Trixie lying on her side with her tongue stretched out licking the toe of my shoe. She then kissed it and said, "Please master, let me cum! I will be a good slave for you, if you will let me cum. I swear that I will." I was considering her words when I saw that Fred was suddenly shooting his sperm all over Trixie's neck, and he had not even touched his cock. I knew then that Fred believed that Trixie meant it, so who was I to question her good intensions. I ordered Fred to clean up his mess as I turned to go to the treasure bag once again. In a hidden compartment I took out the keys to her cuffs. When Fred was finished cleaning Trixie I pitched him the keys and told him to release her. I told Trixie that if she came without permission, I would punish her severely. She shuddered at the thought. Fred removed the clips and probes then rolled her over and released her hands, and then her feet. I waited until she was free then I asked her again, "Are you ready to accept me as your master?" She was demure as she nodded her head and knelt down and kissed my shoe. I returned to the bag and remove a black leather collar. I handed it to Trixie, and told her that once it was on her neck, that she belonged to me. There was no turning back, once it was on. She nodded and looked at it long and hard. I told her it would be put on by her and of her own free will. After that I was the only one that could ever remove it. She looked me in the eye and without breaking eye contact she raised the collar to her throat and buckled it around her neck. I was a little surprised to say the least. I walked around her and stood behind her and reached around and took her heavy tits in my hands. I started working her sensitive nipples in my fingers as listened to her breathing as she climbed the ladder toward orgasm again. When I was sure that she was close, I moved one hand down to her clit and started pulling and stroking it. Her body stiffened and she quivered and shook, but she didn't explode into orgasm as I expected. It was with a great effort that she choked out the words, "Please master, let me cum! Please master, please!" I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Only if you keep cuming until I tell you to stop. If you think that you can do that, then you may cum." Her body erupted in waves of pleasure as muscles twitched throughout her body. I was amazed that she could keep it going for so long, but I watched until I was sure that she would pass out if she kept it up. "Ok, my dear, you may stop now. " She suddenly heaved a final time and sank to the floor. She didn't have the energy to move as I gently picked her up and moved her to the sofa to rest. I had Fred gather everything up and I placed it in the bag. I removed a final item and placed it beside the cane that was still lying ominously on the desk. When I noticed that Trixie was once again starting to move I called her over. She still moved slowly, but her strength was quickly returning. I slowly removed my shirt and stood before her with my chest bare. I handed her the cane and as she took it I told her to hit me. She looked at me for a second and then dropped the cane at my feet. "This is some kind of a trick, and I won't fall for it." She said quickly. I smiled at her as I picked up the cane and once again placed it in her hands. I looked her in the eyes as I said, "I have given the cane to you, and I have ordered you to hit me. As your master, you must follow my orders. Now hit me hard. Just as hard as you can." I stood there as she stared at me, and then she raised the cane and lashed out across my chest with the cane. My expression didn't change as the welt suddenly rose up across my body. I nodded and again she lashed out a second time. I nodded and she lashed out a third. My expression never changed from the calm serene image on my face. I held out my hand and she gently placed the cane in my hand. I looked at her as she watched the welts continue to rise. I smiled as I told her, "You don't think that I would use a cane on you; if I had never had it used on me do you?" Her eyes got big as I continued, "My father preferred the cane as the primary source of punishment. I have taken over two hundred lashes at a time. The last was just before I left home. That time I never made a sound and my expression never changed." As I turned around she got a look at the scares on my back, from the years of canings that I had received as a boy and a young man. I turned back to look at her and said, "My dear, it would have taken an awful lot for you to have broken me." She looked at me with her big eyes and she suddenly smiled as she said, "Master I was out classed all the way, and now that I have made my decision, I will live up to everything that is expected of me. I will be the best slave that you will ever have." I smiled as I put my shirt back on. I put the cane in the bag and zipped it up. I then picked up the final item from the bag and turned to Trixie as I raised my hand and clipped the leash in place. We left the building that night with my slave wearing nothing but her collar, and being lead on a leash. I rode with them to their house in the suburbs, and I spent the weekend putting them both through their paces. That weekend alone could fill an entire book. The meeting on Monday morning was interesting for many reasons. I arrived carrying a small satin pillow, and Trixie carried all of the materials. I sat and waited as Trixie handed out the materials to each member of the meeting. I loved the way that she looked in her tight fitting blouse and the mini-skirt that I dressed her in that morning. The three inch heels really brought out the flair of her ass. I watched the looks in the room as each person noted the collar around her neck. The surprise stopped all talk and they watched as she completed her assigned task and walked around the conference table to stand at my side. I placed the pillow on the floor beside me as she quietly knelt at my side. I then began the lecture. I spent the next two hours quickly outlining the organization and structure of the software. In places where it might have been a little technical, I got no questions or requests for explanations. I concluded my presentation and rose to leave the conference room. I didn't look back as I knew that Trixie would follow, with the small pillow. I thought that all things considered, that it went very well. When we got back to my desk, I instructed Trixie to escort any visitors that I might have when they entered my office. She kept her eyes down but nodded. I didn't have long to wait before the CEO himself was being ushered into my office. I stopped the work that I had been doing to give him my complete attention. "What have you done to Trixie?" He was direct and to the point, it might have had something to do with the shock that I clearly saw on his face. I smiled as I replied, "When I arrived here there was some question as to who was running this office. We had a discussion the other night, and we now have every thing worked out perfectly. You might remember that I asked you something about that last week." He stuttered a few times, but I could tell that he really didn't know how to ask what he really wanted to know, not that I would have told him anyway. I calmly watched as he gave up and turned to leave. He stopped at the door as Trixie opened it for him. I saw him lean over and whisper something to her. She immediately flared into her old self, "Just what does that supposed to mean? You had better remember who you are talking to, or I will be at your office door every time I have a load of cum that you need to suck out of my pussy, and don't even think that I won't do it. Ray might be my master, but you will still crawl on the floor for the privilege of kissing my toes. And don't you fucking forget it either you limp dick bastard!" She emphasized this as her hand shot to his crotch and grabbed a solid handful of cock and balls. The she squeezed until he went to his knees. I calmly cleared my throat and they both looked at me, John the CEO was looking with hope and Trixie in expectation. "Trixie, please release John's balls as he might need them later. And if there is any cum sucking to be done, it will be on your own time; such as breaks and lunch hours, not during the business hours. Have you got that?" As her hand slowly went back to her side she demurely said," Yes sir, I understand." I smiled as John slowly got back to his feet. As he started to leave I heard Trixie clearly say that she would be down to visit with him later that day. I watched as she softly closed the door behind him. She was around my desk in a flash, fishing my cock out of my slacks. I watched as she quickly devoured it; her own hand busy between her legs. I sat back and enjoyed my blowjob as she expertly got me close. She then quickly stood up and slammed her pussy down on my hard cock and rode me hard until I blasted a huge load of cock cream into her steaming pussy. She came hard as I filled her up, and I watched as it started to dribble down her thigh. She quickly bent and deftly sucked my cock clean. I wasn't surprised when she asked me very sweetly if she could take her lunch break now. I knew exactly what she had in mind, and decided that I might want to take a hand in this myself. I didn't want to get thrown out of here too fast. I might not like what I had to do, but at least it was something. I instructed her to call me when she got to where she was going for further instructions. She didn't seem upset as she smiled and kissed me lightly, "Thank you for letting me keep some measure of my respect." I smiled as I looked her in the eye and said, "I control you, and you can control them, so in effect I control everybody." She laughed as she walked toward the door. The sperm was steadily creeping down her thighs and I wondered what she would look like when she got there. It was only a few seconds later that the phone rang. I answered it as Trixie informed me that John had business appointments outside the office for the rest of the day. I could see john's secretary in my mind; she would be watching the cum running down Trixie's legs with that superior attitude of hers. An idea suddenly came to mind, "Trixie, I have a little job for you. I want you to make it clearly understood that you have something that John was expecting, and that you will leave it with her. I want you to drag that stuffy ass bitch into John's office and you are not to return here until she has cleaned your ass out like the rotor-router man. Do you understand me?" There was a hearty laugh on the other end as she said that she would make sure that she got her job done. I smiled as I hung the phone. This job was getting very entertaining. It was a couple of minutes later that I realized that I wanted to see how she was getting on. I quickly left my office and headed for John's office. When I got there his secretary's desk was empty. I quietly checked the door and found it unlocked, so I slowly cracked it a couple of inches. I could clearly see Trixie as she forced the woman's face into her slimy pussy. She had a good grip on her hair as she pulled her tightly up to her pussy. I wasn't surprised when she didn't suck the scum out. Trixie quickly jerked her head back and landed some vicious blows across her face. She informed her in no uncertain terms that the bitch would service her as she saw fit, and whenever she chose. It didn't take much before the crying woman was agreeing with her. The next time her face was placed at Trixie's pussy I heard the loud slurping sounds that I expected. I smiled as the stuck up bitch got a quick education. I entered the room, drawing Trixie's attention, but her newest conquest couldn't see me. I wanted her to know that this would not be a private matter, but that others would know what she was. I spoke to Trixie, "Oh Trixie, I'm sorry to see that you missed John. I don't want to bother you, but you might want to make sure that John gets the message that you stopped by, and that in the future you will just leave the items for him with his secretary." Upon hearing my voice I heard the slurping stop and I watched as Trixie slapped her back into action. I went on as nothing unusual had happened. I was about to leave when I had another thought, "One other thing Trixie. If you cum before you get back to the office I will punish you severely." The look of surprise on Trixie's face was priceless, but it also had the effect I was planning. There was a sudden flurry of activity between her legs, as the stuck up bitch wanted to get her into as much trouble as she could. She had heard what I said, and was busily working to make Trixie cum. Every thing else was forgotten, as she put everything that she had into the task. I smiled and blew Trixie a kiss as I left the office. It was about twenty minutes later that Trixie came into the office. She had a glazed look on her face. She quickly jerked up her skirt and begged me to fuck her. I looked at her with some surprise. I asked if she hadn't just gotten the best cunt sucking of her life, and she affirmed that she definitely had, and that was why she needed a good fucking. I raised my eyebrows at her and she gave me a look of a retarded child, "You ordered me not to cum, and I told you that I would be the best slave that you had ever seen. I didn't cum, and now I need to cum so bad that I can't see straight. Please come and fuck me master! Please take care of your slave, she needs you!" She was starting to whine and actually sounded pitiful. I came around the desk and roughly shoved her across the desk. I informed her that she had better not cum before I did, or I would leave welts on her that would last a week. She groaned in frustration, but it stopped short and I roughly plowed my hard cock into her hot wet pussy. I fucked her hard, but since I had just unloaded into her a short time ago, I knew that it would take a little while, no matter how hard I fucked her. After fifteen minutes of almost constant begging on her part I suddenly plowed in as deep as I could get and began blasting her pussy as hard as I could. She instantly began bucking and twisting under me as her orgasm ripped through her body. She babbled and swore and begged me not to stop. I tried to keep fucking her, but my softening cock and her spasming pussy made it an almost impossible task. I did my best but the inevitable happened and it finally slipped out. She sagged against the desk and panted like the overworked bitch that she was. I left her laying there as I walked back around the desk. I grabbed her head by the hair and guided her mouth to my cock. She immediately sucked every drop of juices out from my cock and tenderly tucked it back into my pants. As she obscenely leaned across my desk, with her skirt up to her waist and the sperm running from her well fucked cunt again, she playfully said, "I wonder who I should visit this time?" I looked at her and envied all women the ability to orgasm endlessly. No matter how much they complain about everything else, for the ability to do that one thing, every man on Earth would gladly become a woman. I sighed as I looked at her, with that dreamy expression. "Well let me tell you this bitch; from this second you are only allowed to cum on this cock. So whoever you decide to visit I can guarantee that I won't be able to fuck you again for at least a couple of hours. So you had better not get yourself into that condition again. Understand me?" She gave me a big smile and nodded, "Yes master, I understand. I will be a good little fuck bitch for you, and I will only cum on your cock." I smiled as she straightened up and smoothed her skirt down over her pussy. She still had an evil expression as she left the office. I wasn't surprised to see that her desk was empty when I looked out a few minutes later. I decided to have a little fun and sent her an email demanding a complete type written report of her encounters each day, with all of the specific details. I grinned to myself as I sent the email. Things settled out pretty well after that. It was some time before I found out why Trixie could get away with so much. Her father was on the board, and he knew what type of a slut that she was, but made it known that she could not be fired. I asked her what he would say when he found out that she was my slave. She gave me a coy little smile of her own and told me that she had called him personally the same weekend and told him everything. He was very happy that she had finally met a real man, and wished her the best of luck. She explained that he didn't interfere when she was a bitch, and he wouldn't interfere when she got in over her head either, as long as she wasn't getting seriously hurt. I smiled as I heard this and thought that I would really like this guy, if we ever met. I moved in with Fred and Trixie for the year that I was at the company. I printed every email that Trixie sent me and started a book for the copy. Once she saw what I was doing with her stories, she got much better at writing and spent a lot of time on the details. I thought that it made an interesting account of her life. I often found Fred reading the stories with his cock in his hand. When I asked him about why they had gotten married, he looked sad when he told me that they had both had been very much in love, but his small cock just couldn't satisfy her. I nodded my head in sympathy as he explained that she wouldn't let him touch her because it was just too painful to get so worked up and then not get satisfaction. I asked if they had tried anal sex, but he laughed at me as he said that she would never let anybody in her ass. She said that it was just too painful. I decided that I needed to take a hand in the situation. I arranged the entire evening's action with Fred. He was certain that it would end in disaster, but I was pretty sure that it would work out in the end. It started pretty tame as I had found something that Trixie had done to displease me and soundly whipped her ass and tits. I then pounded her ass roughly until she was close to orgasm. I then pulled out, making her groan with frustration. She had come to understand that I enjoyed watching her frustrated. I ordered her to get on my cock and ride it. When I had her in position I motioned to Fred to get ready. Fred lubing his cock was not an unusual sight and it went pretty much ignored. When she started to get close again, I held her in position and motioned for Fred to make his move. He was a little clumsy, but he still had the head in before she knew what was going on. She demanded for things to stop, but I managed to calm her, and soon she was ignoring the anal intrusion. Her first double fuck was in progress. It didn't take long before she was accustomed to a cock in her ass, and when the sensations began she was sent off to a world of her own. Once the orgasms started she couldn't stop them, as there was a constant stream. As soon as she started to come down from one, another tore through her and she was lost in the erotic world of multiple orgasms. I managed to disentangle myself and silently slipped out of the room, leaving Fred and Trixie to enjoy the first night of marital bliss since their vows. The next morning breakfast greeted me with a contented smile from both of them. Trixie had made every breakfast food that I had ever said that I liked, and the table looked like a buffet line at a restaurant. Breakfast was terrific, and I enjoyed it immensely. I also enjoyed watching them, as Fred no longer looked like the meek little wimp that he once was, but was sitting like a confident man. It was good to watch as they exchanged tender glances and affectionate kisses. I could see that they really did love each other. After Breakfast I announced that I would be moving out as it seemed inappropriate for me to be there. They both looked stunned, but then Fred surprised me by saying, "You will not move out! You are the reason that we are happy for the first time since we got married, and besides Trixie is to be your slave until you leave the company. If what has happened to us since we got married hasn't destroyed our love, you don't have a chance. Besides, if you couldn't tell we both love you." He blushed as he said it, and I think that Trixie got a kick out of it too. I wasn't surprised that he had developed some homosexual tendencies with the things that she had him doing. I decided it was best to just let that ride, and deal with it if I had to. I nodded and said, "I will accept it for as long as I am at the company, or until either of you want me to leave. I do want both of you to always be as happy as you are now." They smiled at each other and I saw that they were holding hands. It made me feel good. I wasn't prepared when Trixie suddenly got a pained expression on her face and got up and left the room. When she came back she was holding the English Cane in her hand and she had removed her robe. All she was wearing was my collar. She handed the cane to me delicately and said, "You have to beat me. I broke the one rule that you said that I couldn't break. I came on another cock besides yours. I am now ready to take the consequences." I was taken aback. I couldn't believe that she was even considering that I should punish her for this, but I understood that she kept her word, and she had promised that she would be the best slave that any man had ever had. I shook my head as I realized that this was one woman that knew how to keep a promise. I took the cane and told her to sit down on my lap. I noticed that she sat rather tenderly. I made an eye at her movement and she grinned. I held her as I said, "Trixie honey, I never meant that you shouldn't cum on Fred's cock. I understand that it was something that you had never done, but I never thought that you couldn't. I arranged the whole thing and I wanted you to cum with Fred. I wanted both of you to share that moment of pleasure, alone and personal. And honey, you can cum on Fred's cock any time that you want to, and I will never beat you for that, unless you just really want a good beating?" She looked at me as tears rolled down her face, then she kissed me hotly and hugged me as she cried. I noticed that Fred was crying too. I thought that things were getting a little out of hand and tried to lighten the mood. "So how cum you can't sit still? Is your ass a little sore from that hunk of stud meat of yours?" Trixie leaned back to stare at me as Fred almost choked on the sudden intake of air. She grinned at me and said, "Hey there, he is a stud once you get him going! He fucked my ass half the night, and I have to admit that I couldn't get enough of his cock. After we got things cleaned up a little, I found that I loved sucking his cock as much as I like it in my ass, and let me tell you that I really love his cock in my ass." I watched Fred swell up with pride, and knew that he was going to be a different man from now on. The rest of my time at the company was relatively quiet. Trixie was still hell on everybody else, but even she had toned down a lot. It was more directed at the women now, as I controlled her pussy and Fred controlled her ass. She refused to give a blowjob to a slave, so she contented herself with debasing the women, and the male executives breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't know what would happen when I left, but I knew that things would find their own center eventually. The time passed so quickly that I wasn't even aware that I had less than a week left until Trixie told me that we had dinner reservations on Friday. I was stunned when I realized that a whole year had passed and I knew that I would miss her, and doing my job. They might have considered me a token executive, but I made my own work and realized that they would have to get somebody to replace me, just to handle the new things that I had worked out. It was amazing and I hoped that whoever took over had at least a marginal grasp of the basics. I began the arduous task of cleaning out the office, and getting it ready for the next occupant. Dinner Friday night was one long surprise. I never felt like I really knew what was going on. It all started when Trixie's Dad showed up. I knew that this man was on the board of the company, and I wasn't sure how I should be acting. I had collared his daughter, worked in his company and generally ran things for that last year, either directly or through Trixie. I didn't know how much that he really knew. I decided to play things by ear and hope for the best. The food was excellent. I wasn't too surprised when I saw that there weren't prices on the menu. When you eat at a place like this the food was good, there was no question about that, or they wouldn't be in business. I found that I did like Jacob; that was Trixie's dad. He was a self made man, and he didn't put up with nonsense, unless it came from Trixie. I saw quickly that she had him wrapped around her little finger. I was amazed that she wasn't more of a bitch when I met her. After the wonderful dinner we sat talking over drinks. It was Jacob that started the ball rolling, "So now that you have completed the year in hell that you had to do, what are your plans?" I grinned as I said, "Well to tell you the truth it wasn't all that bad over the last year. I rather enjoyed myself. There were a few bumps in the road when I started, but I smoothed them out in short order. I did want to talk to you about something that has been bothering me lately." I could see that Jacob had shifted gears and was now in full business mode. He nodded for me to continue, "I know that when I started, my job was pretty much ornamental, but it is not that way now. It is a real position, which really needs somebody to come in and take the reins and guide things. I am concerned that all of the improvements that I instituted will be discarded and things will go back to the way that they used to be. That would be a big mistake, and I really don't want to see something like that happen." I watched as he gave the matter some serious consideration. I was surprised when he asked me if I knew somebody that I thought could handle the job. I stuttered a little but said, "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. The best person for the job is Trixie. She knows everything that has been going on, and understands more of what I have been doing than anybody else. Personally I think that she would make an excellent choice, and I also think that she needs to settle down and do something serious, for a change." When I looked at Jacob I was surprised to see that he was smiling at me. Actually smiling is not the best word to describe the look on his face, any more than a Rolls Royce can be described as a car. Technically it is, but the description pales in comparison. He turned to Trixie and said, "Well there you go! I have told you this time and time again, and you just keep putting me off, and here is the man that you say is the best corporate executive that you have ever seen, and he says the same thing. Now will you stop acting like a spoiled child and face up to the responsibilities that you were born to do?" Trixie looked at me like I had suddenly sprouted a third eye, but a look of resignation came over her face and she nodded as she looked at Jacob, "Ok daddy, you win. I will take the job. But I still don't like it. I was happy doing what I was doing. It wasn't much, but at least I did get to have fun." She had that evil smile on her face again, and I knew that she was telling the truth now. She had enjoyed herself more than anybody else that I saw. I smiled and said, "There is one last thing that I still need to do, before I can leave." I saw that both Trixie and Fred both had sad looks on their faces at the mention of my leaving. I had to admit that I was not going to be happy to leave either, but it couldn't be put off any longer. We all needed to face it. I looked at Trixie and asked her, "Trixie, are you ready to settle down and become a one man woman again?" She looked at me a long time and I could see that she understood what I was asking. I saw a full range of emotions play across her face. Her love for Fred I didn't have to doubt. Over the last six months I had watched her become the perfect wife at home, and I rarely interfered in their lives. The only time that I ever had sex with Trixie was at work, and only then because I knew that she expected me to exercise my rights as her master. She spent a long time looking at her hands, as they lay in her lap. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes as she said, "I don't want you to leave; neither of us does. You know that I love Fred, but if I answer that question, it means that you will really be gone, and I don't want that." She looked back at her hands again and I knew that I was not being fair to her, but I asked her again. This time she silently nodded her head. I quietly got up and walked around the table to stand behind her. I gently unbuckled the collar at her neck. It had been on her for a year and this was the first time that it had been off. Her neck looked pale in caparison to the rest of her body. I quietly walked back to my seat and put the collar in my jacket pocket. I softly said, "You are now once again a free woman. Free to make and choose your own decisions. So I ask you this question; do you want a new master? A master that will be there to help and guide you. To choose the path for your life?" She looked at me again. I could see that she knew what I was asking, and I hoped that I knew her well enough to know what she would pick. She looked at Fred and said, "Yes. I want a master to care for me." I smiled knowing that things would work out. I looked at Fred and asked, "Fred, are you willing to accept the responsibility of caring for a slave, and to provide her what she needs in life?" Fred looked at me and said, "Ray, you know that I would do anything for Trixie. I will love her forever, no matter what." I shook my head to let him know that it was not the right answer. I asked him again, "Fred. Will you give her the discipline that she needs to be a good slave? Will you love her enough to care about her needs?" This time Fred understood the question and I watched as Trixie held her breath, waiting for the answer, "Yes, I will give Trixie what she needs. I have seen the way that you have guided her, and I can be a good master for her." I'm not sure but as I watched Trixie I think that she actually had an orgasm when Fred answered me. I do know that I had never seen her look happier. I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket and removed a long leather case. I had picked it up on the way home from work that day. I had hoped that things would work out and now it looked like they would. I slid the case across the table to Fred. He opened the case and I watched as tears came to his eyes. He showed the collar to Trixie and she joined him in tears. It was a narrow collar and it had diamond studs all around the collar. It had a special catch; once it was latched you pressed it down and it could never be opened again. It was similar to the hospital bracelets. I explained that once it was latched that you would have to cut it off to be removed. They looked at it with awe. I handed him a pair of pliers and I watched as Trixie held up her hair and Fred threaded the end of the collar through the latch. Once in position he used the pliers to press the latch. The excess leather fell to the floor and the collar was permanently latched into place. As Fred handed me the pliers I watched him puff up like a blow fish; I was sure that he was going to explode. It was Jacob that broke the silence, "My little girl has always meant the world to me, and I had always hoped that Fred and Trixie would get their lives back on track. I moved her from company to company hoping that one day she would find a real man that would take control of her and settle her down. I was so happy when she told me that she had met a man that had put a collar on her. I thought at the time that it seemed a little excessive, but I realize now that it was just what she needed. I was concerned that her marriage wouldn't survive, but once again I see that they not only will still be together, but they will be happier than they ever had been. And there wouldn't be enough money in the world to pay somebody to give these two kids what they have now. You put my company back on the right road, you put my kid's lives back on the right road, and what I have paid you will never be enough. The kids told me that you have already packed and are ready to go. I have something for you too, but I didn't know about this little surprise. So you will have to settle for what I have already gotten you. It is waiting for you back at the house. You can pick it up there. And if you check, you will find a little something extra hidden in it. I will try to figure out what else I can do for you, but it might take a while for me to think of the right thing. But, you can bet that I will think of something." Jacob wiped a tear from his cheek and stood up. He left quietly, without another word. I was sitting there wondering about what he had said. There was something there that didn't make sense to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I forgot about it and looked back at Fred and Trixie, they looked so much in love. Then it hit me, not only did they look in love, but they also looked very much alike, so much so that they could pass for brother and sister. I started to say something, but it was Trixie that interrupted me, "Yes, Ray. We are. We thought that you figured it out a long time ago, or we would have told you. It wasn't until daddy was talking that we realized that you hadn't figured it out. Does it shock you? Do you still love us, Ray?" I could see the looks in their eyes, and I knew that there had been a time in my life that I would have been shocked, but when you live long enough you realized that love is the important thing. I just smiled at them and shook my head; I could tell that they both had been holding their breath. I said, "I just wish that everybody could find the same love that you two share, that could see them through the bad times and the good ones. Don't ever betray that love, and you will always be happy." I decided that it was time to go, and Fred and Trixie went along with me. I didn't think that they cared where they were, as long as they were together. I found that Jacob had settled the check before he left, and I was assured that he had included a very generous tip as well, so all we had to do was leave. I decided to drive as the couple sat in the back holding hands and kissing. I noticed that Trixie couldn't keep her hands off of her collar. I wondered if it was the collar, or the person that it bound her to? I realized that it didn't matter, as long as they were happy. When we got back to the house, I wondered who was there as there was a car in the driveway. It didn't look familiar, but I didn't give it too much thought. As we got out of the car Trixie kissed me passionately one last time and as she did she pressed something into my hand, before she ran for the house with tears streaming down her face. I looked in the faint light and saw that it was a set of car keys. I knew that they fit the new Mercedes that sat in the driveway. That was what Jacob had meant, and the kids had known the whole time. I nodded to Fred and we walked into the house. He helped me get my things and I told him to keep the discipline bag. I told him that he might need it again in the future and I was sure that he could figure out everything in the bag. He had seen me use most of it first hand. He managed a weak smile as he thanked me. We managed to get everything into the car and it was then that I realized that I was really leaving. I wouldn't be seeing them again, at least not for a long while. I found that I had tears in my eyes as well as I hugged Fred and quickly got into the car, so that I wouldn't start crying myself. As I backed out of the drive I could see Trixie in the upstairs bedroom looking out. She had a tissue over her nose as she watched me drive away. ------- Chapter 2 For the past month I had been shopping on the internet for a place to live. I had looked at real estate listings and decided that I just wanted to retire. The money in the company account was mine, even though officially it belonged to the company. But with only me as an employee, and I was the owner. I had squirreled away more than a lot of money, with the sale of the software company, and a year of expense free living at a very nice salary. I wouldn't even have to watch my spending, and I could live out the rest of my life in comfort and ease. I decided to head for the mountains. I had found a place that had some reasonably priced land, and I had decided to build what I really wanted, a dream that I had always had. The plans in my head were as solid as the construction blueprints that I had done years ago. They were in the trunk of the car. I called them my life's goal, and treated them as such. I had worked towards this goal for the last seven years. Once I started selling software, I had decided to put the money away for my dream. Now it was time to make my dreams come true. I had driven a couple of hundred miles before I decided to stop for the night. The hotel desk clerk might have thought it unusual for a finely dressed man to want a room at that hour, but they didn't say a word. I knew what I looked like. Trixie had done all of my shopping for the last six months, and I had never seen a single bill for any of it. I knew that the suit that I was wearing must have cost an easy three thousand, and Trixie had filled my closet. My shoes were soft Italian, hand worked leather. They felt like you were walking on a cushion of air. All of my shirts were replaced with silk, not to mention my underwear. I had to admit that it took some getting used to, wearing silk and satin underwear, but now I couldn't imagine anything else. How she managed to get everything to fit so well as a true mystery. It all fit like it was custom made, and knowing Trixie, I imagined that it was. She had been as good as her word; she was the best slave that I would ever have. I smiled to myself as I realized that she would probably be the best slave that any master would ever have. Once she gave her word, she would move mountains to keep it. It was when I filled the car with gas the next day that I found the present that Jacob had left in the car. I had forgotten all about his statement that there was something special in the car. I found it when I bought a road map. When I started to place it in the glove compartment I saw that there was a gift wrapped box waiting for me there. I was amazed when I looked inside. The actual gift box was made of the same Italian leather that my shoes were made of, and I could feel the softness of the box. As I opened it a card dropped into my lap. Inside was a watch, ring and money clip. The money clip was the least impressive of the three; being solid gold with my initials in a crest. The ring had to be at least three carats of diamonds in a simple gold ring. I smiled as I saw Trixie's hand in the design. She knew that I hated fancy shit, but even the simple design was border-line for my taste. The watch was a Rolex, and I knew that this was no off the shelf knockoff like many people wear, but the real thing. There were diamonds on every number around the face. I knew that I was looking at a small fortune, but I knew that there was love in that box as well. As I closed the box I picked up the card to see what message had been sent along with it. The words were short and simple, but in Trixie's hand writing, "I know what you think of gifts like this, and the people that give them. But we all wanted to say how much that we love you, and how much that you mean to us. I chose these things hoping that you would use them everyday and think of us each time that you see them. I know that we will always be thinking of you." I had to wipe my eyes before I could read the PostScript at the bottom. "No matter what happens in my life, you will always be my master, and in my heart." There was a lipstick kiss over the words and I could see a few stains of tears on the card. I was close to adding a few of my own, and quickly put it away. The watch felt funny on my wrist. I wasn't used to its weight, or the looks that it brought, but I refused not to wear it. It meant too much, to too many people, including me. It was late in the day when I rolled into Haven. I decided to get a room and check out the real estate situation the next morning. This was the sixth town that I had on my list. The first five had been one disappointment after another. Most of the time it was the price that we couldn't agree on. I knew that my car and the watch were having an effect on people, but I decided that if they were that kind of people, then I didn't want to live there anyway. I hoped that the town's name would be a good omen. Once I got settled into my room, I checked out the local phone book. For a small town I was surprised to find that they had more real estate agents than they had doctors. I didn't know if that was good or bad. There were a few that had their picture in their ads and I found myself looking at a beautiful woman and decided that one agent was as good as another, so why not one that looked good. At least then, if I didn't find anything, then the whole day wouldn't be a complete loss. I picked up the phone and gave her a call. I only had to hold for a couple of minutes before a pleasant voice came on the line. She introduced herself as Mary Scott. I had read her name, but realized that the voice went well with the picture in the phone book. I introduced myself and explained that I was looking for some land. I gave her a rough outline of what I had in mind and referenced a couple of listing in her area. I could hear her smile as she told me that she was sure that she had something that I would be interested in. I smiled to myself at that, but tried to keep it on a professional basis. No use screwing things up before they got started. We made an appointment for the following day, and she said that she would pick me up at the hotel. I didn't see this as a problem, as it might help that I didn't have to drive through town, and park at her office. So I confirmed the appointment time and said that I would meet her in the lobby. She was punctual as she came walking into the lobby. I was sitting at a table reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. I pretended not to notice her, but I had watched her get out of her SUV and walk across the parking lot. She had a fine figure hidden under the business suit. I had noticed that when she got out of the SUV she wasn't wearing her jacket. It gave me a good look at her figure before she hid it under that suit jacket. She was lithe and trim, but most young ladies in their yearly twenties are. Her red skirt fit her slim waist nicely, and tailored white blouse showed her fashion sense. A mass of blonde hair framed her face like a golden aura in the late morning sun. I had to give a soft whistle to myself. She introduced herself with her hand out, obviously to shake hands. I looked up from the paper and raised my hand to hers. Instead of getting to my feet I motioned for her to sit down across from me. I looked her up and down and made no pretense that I was doing anything else. I stared into her eyes, gauging the sincerity behind those eyes. She held my gaze for a moment then looked away. I smiled to myself as I started the interview, "Why don't you tell me what you are planning to show me. That way we can save ourselves a little time with the ones that I wouldn't be interested in. Where total price isn't the most important issue, the attempt to inflate prices is. I will not be taken advantage of." Before she could say a word I raised my hand. "I know that you wouldn't do that, but the seller would, and you are not the seller. If it is overpriced, then I am not interested. It is as simple as that. So let's go over what you have and I will decide if I even want to waste my time looking at it." She seemed to smile a little smile as she realized that she was back in her element. She launched into a spirited presentation on the first piece of property. She put a copy of the listing on the table and slid it toward me. She started into a long tirade on every feature on the property, but before she could go on I asked her why she got into real estate. The question seemed to surprise her as she looked at me. I was busy reading the listing and evaluating the overall price per acre. She stuttered a couple of times before she gave me a simple little story about her father and the business. The she was once again on the scent of the sale. I nodded to her and asked for the next listing. She blinked a couple of times before she told me that she hadn't finished telling me about the first one. I smiled and nodded, but once again asked for the next one. She rummaged through a few pages producing another listing, launching in on the great value of this property. I smiled at her and asked her how she liked her SUV. Once again she blinked a couple of times before she could shift gears and tell me that she really liked it. Each time she started trying to sell me on one piece of land or another, I would ask her about something personal, sidetracking her into a different avenue for a short time. She was determined though and always came back to the point at hand. I smiled at that, and suddenly looked back into her eyes. She stopped as our eyes met. I handed her the listings that I was interested in seeing and told her that I wanted to see them in that order. She looked down at the listings and blinked a couple of times, before asking me about the others. I shrugged and said that I might look at them, but the pricing was for fools, not me. She seemed to make some sort of decision about the choices I had made and nodded her head. As she drove she made small talk with questions about me, I soon realized that this was not the area that I wanted the conversation to go into. When she asked what I had done at my last job I decided that I should end her questions quickly, so I answered her truthfully. "Well, when I started, I had a secretary that was a real bitch, so I beat her into submission. Then put a dog collar around her neck, and spent the next year forcing her into one sexual situation after another." I looked at her as she blushed a scarlet shade of red. I then asked her, "That really was what you were interested in finding out, wasn't it?" I looked at her refusing to look away. She started to deny it, but I knew somewhere deep inside that I had told her exactly what she had wanted to know. I raised my voice as I snapped at her, "ISN'T IT?" She cringed as she nodded that it was, I smiled to myself as I looked at her in a new light. "Since the first second that you saw me, you wanted to know that. You wanted to know what secret that I was hiding. And now you know. So why don't you tell me why you are so interested." She was still a bright pink in the face, but she just stared straight ahead as she drove farther out into the country. She cleared her throat as she asked me, "Are you going to do those things to me? Once you get me out in the country, and away from everybody." I laughed as I said, "I wouldn't, unless you wanted me to. I was earnest about buying property, but I hate people that refused to admit the truth about them selves. I think that you are one of those. I know that her life is a lie. You pretended to be a prim and proper lady, but in reality you dream of being treated like the slut that you are. Your eyes told me more truth about you in a few seconds, than your mouth ever will. Every time that you denied it, you were lying to me and to yourself. If you can't tell me the truth, then keep your mouth shut, as I don't need to hear a pack of lies." I rested my head back against the headrest, and closed my eyes. I figured that at least it would insure that I got a little peace and quiet during the trip. I had almost slipped into a light doze as she cleared her throat. The sudden sound surprised me back to full alertness. I was just about to close my eyes again when I heard her soft voice, "You are right about me, you know? I really am a slut deep down inside." I was surprised as I looked at her. She wouldn't look at me, but I could see that she had tears on her face. I didn't know why she was crying, but I figured that if she wanted me to know, then she would tell me. I waited to see if she would. I had blasted her to keep her rattling mouth closed, but now it was starting to get interesting. "My daddy is an important man in town. I always had to act like a lady, or he would have been crushed. Even though deep down, I feel every one of the things that you said. That's why I never married. Every man that I have ever met has treated me like a lady, probably because that is the act that I use. But the thought of living the rest of my life like that makes me sick. Having some man grovel to me turns my stomach. I want a man that will beat me into submission, and make me be a real woman; a woman with desires and lust. I don't want some once a week in-and-out; then its over." She looked me in the eye and I could see that she was telling me something that had never before crossed her lips. She wiped her hands across her face and the tears disappeared. She looked me in the eyes and told me that she apologized for lying to me. I smiled and nodded to her. Things were quiet for a while again, before she said that she was taking me to a special deal. It was a steal for the right person, but that no one was interested in showing it. It was part of an estate sale, and where there was profit in it, it carried conditions to the sale. I raised my eyebrow at her and she continued. The main part that screws the whole deal is that the land can't be broken up, for at least five years. The buyer has to sign an agreement that it will not be divided, or sold for at least that time. Since most people can't afford to buy that much land at one time, and developers aren't interested, it is on the bottom of every bodies list. I smiled to myself. Some things couldn't be bought for money, but respect could get you anything. She was right, it was a hell of a deal. The land was vast, and since the terms of the will demanded that it not be broken up I could see where you wouldn't get too many people interested. I could see that it included a side of a mountain and almost an entire valley, complete with a running stream. Mary told me that in the spring that it would be a full blown river, but the rest of the year it was just about like it was now. Most of the land we could drive over, but there were places that had to be walked to get to them. I was prepared for it, wearing jeans and sneakers, but Mary was wearing that business suit of hers. The skirt would not allow her to move very well through the woods, and the high heals would never survive. I couldn't believe that she was even going to try. When I saw her get out of the SUV, I turned to her and told her to wait, that I would look around and be back soon enough. She smiled and said that it was policy that she had to stay with me at all times. I knew that it probably wasn't, but I didn't see any reason to call her on it. So I looked her up and down again. I knew that we were so far out that the possibility of even one person within a mile would be thin. I told her to strip, and she looked at me like I had just slapped her. I could see where that was going, but I had to play it out. My hand shot out and I slapped her hard across the face. She spun around and landed on the hood of the SUV. She was stunned and I didn't waste my advantage of time; before she could recover I had my belt in my hand and held her down over the SUV. The first stinging blow from my belt was quick and sharp. Her screams echoed throughout the woods. I followed through with another close behind the first. Another twenty followed that, and I was starting to breathe hard for holding her struggling body and swinging the belt. God, what I would have given for a set of leather cuffs right then. She suddenly stopped struggling and just lay there crying. My belt continued its work on her ass and thighs. She had given up and was just a limp piece of blubbering flesh, accepting whatever I did without any fight. I took a few deep breaths and studied her. I moved to stand behind her and as I buried the hard lump of my encased cock into her ass she groaned in pain. I still held her back, pressing her tits into the hood. I grabbed a handful of thick blonde hair, jerking her head back. Her makeup had been destroyed when she had been crying earlier, but it really looked like hell now. I saw the look in her eyes as I growled into her ear. If you disobey me I will wear out my belt on your ass, and if you think that I won't use it on your soft tits; then just try me. The look in her eyes spoke volumes. There was fear, but also a raging desire there. She had been awakened to her full desires. I smiled at her as I turned her head to get my first taste of her soft and supple lips. She hungrily kissed me back. She was still crying and rubbing her ass when I let her up. I ordered her to remove every stitch of clothing, and to fold it neatly. She looked at me funny, but each thing quickly vanished from her body. The jacket, blouse, and bra; followed by the skirt pantyhose and panties. All folded and stacked neatly on the hood of the SUV. I studied her young form openly, even though she couldn't help trying to cover herself. It was too ingrained in her personality. I snapped at her, "Get your hands down at your sides, and quit fidgeting around." Her hands dropped immediately to her sides and she got very still. I looked at her and told her to spread her legs. She hesitated only a second as I lightly swung the belt in the air. I could see that she was truly a blonde. Her pussy hair was the same delicate golden blonde, and very sparse. I had found that a real blonde had very little pussy hair naturally. I smiled and told her to put her clothes in the car and bring me the keys. She didn't hesitate as she put the things in the SUV, but as she handed me the keys I could see that she was afraid that I might really do something deadly to her. I kissed her lightly on the forehead and told her to follow me, as we had some property to look at. She moved off cautiously behind me. I was sure that she expected the worse with every step. Twenty minutes later we were deep in the woods and it didn't look to be thinning out. I was impressed, and changed direction towards the riverbed. It took about ten minutes more to reach it and when we got there we followed it back toward the SUV. It was about fifteen minutes later that the SUV came into view, and I could tell that Mary was breathing easier. I pointed toward the river and told her to wash up. She looked down at herself for the first time and noticed the dirt covering her feet and legs, as well as a splotch here and there. She quickly went to the river and washed off the dirt and cleaned up rather nicely. I watched with unabashed interest. She gave me quite a show, with little peeks of pussy and firm swinging breasts. When she finished she turned to me and smiled, "God, I was filthy." I smiled back at her as I walked up to her and kissed her hotly. Then I pushed her down on her knees and told her to suck my cock. I watched a little amused as she had difficultly fishing my cock out of my shorts. When my cock finally came into view it was as hard as a fence post. All of the grabbing and groping that Mary had done trying to get it out had gotten it good and hard. I grabbed her hair and pushed it into her mouth. She wasn't very experienced, but she tried hard. I took mercy on her and started to give her pointers. Telling her what a man liked. It wasn't long before she got the hang of things and everything that I told her became part of her experience. She learned fast and I was sure that one day she would be a great cock-sucker. I smiled to myself as I started to fuck her face and throat. That took a little more getting used to, but it wasn't long before I was sliding down her throat and she didn't gag on it. It wasn't until I told her that I wanted her to play with her pussy while she sucked me that she really started to give me a world-class blow job. She was a little slow to start, and I was sure that she had never masturbated in front of anybody before. But once she got into the rhythm, the hotter she got the better it got on my cock. I was fucking her throat to a beat of my own when she suddenly plunged my cock all the way down her throat and started to swallow as she sucked with everything that she had. That was it for me, and I unloaded into her throat with the first spurt firing straight to her stomach. I started to pull out then to get my cock back into her mouth. I kept spurting thick, sticky strings of cum into her mouth as she moaned and rocked through her own orgasm. She swallowed everything that I blasted into her mouth without a moment's hesitation. I was impressed. Her skills when she started showed that she was not experienced, but by the time that she was sucking the cum from my throbbing cock, I wouldn't have been able to tell that she hadn't done it all of her life. As my cock slipped from her mouth, her eyes opened and she looked up at me with a smile on her sticky lips. I watched as she ran her tongue around her lips and closed her eyes with a dreamy expression. She kept snaking her tongue back out looking for any trace that she light have missed, but I could tell that she had gotten it all. She looked back up to me and said, "That was the first time that I ever did that. It was so exciting!" I smiled down at her, as I shook my head, "I can't imagine why you have never done it before, but I will guarantee that if you keep doing it like that, every man in the state will beat each other to death just to be next in line." She giggled as she got to her feet. I put my arm around her as we walked the short distance to the SUV. When we got there I surprised her when I quickly pushed her over the hood again.I followed with a few good swats across her ass with my hand. It totally took her by surprise. I followed that quickly by pushing her legs apart and burying my still hard cock into her hot wet pussy. Her orgasm had turned her pussy into a hot swamp and I took full advantage of it. Her screams of surprise, shock and pain were quickly replaced with ones of desire. I treated her rough. I knew that she had had enough of the soft and tender caresses and wanted it rough and hard. She was not disappointed. I slapped her ass and painfully squeezed her tits. I made sure that she understood that I was going to use her for my pleasure, and if she got off that was fine by me, but I was only concerned about me. She groaned her approval as I yanked her back hard onto my cock. I pounded her pussy as hard as I could without any care for her, or her cries. When I felt myself getting close I decided that she needed to expand her horizons a little bit, and in one smooth stroke I slipped my gooey cock out of her hot wet pussy and buried it into her hot asshole. The shock was instant. She didn't know what to do. It was obvious that this was another first for her. I didn't wait for her to get accustomed to it, as I normally would have but started a quick and hard pumping of her ass. I felt her clinch her ass, not that it was going to do any good, now that I was already balls deep in her ass, but it felt good and I let her know that I appreciated the feeling. She seemed to relax when she realized that it was as painful as it was going to get. That was when the sensations hit her, they were stronger than I might have expected as she suddenly screamed in orgasm and started to ram and pump her ass on my cock. She was begging me to push harder and faster and I was already giving her everything that I had, but added a few good slaps across her ass. I don't know if it was the slaps, or the hard ass fucking, but she started an orgasm that I was envious of. Twitching and bucking, and she didn't stop, but kept slamming her ass back to meet my thrusts. She had just started to come down from her orgasm when I stiffened and unload a huge load of hot sticky cum in her ass. She screamed and was off again on another wild ride through the heights of orgasmic bliss. I drooled with envy, but kept thrusting my softening cock in her ass, hoping to keep her in wonderland as long as possible. I really didn't tell her the whole truth; I did care about her pleasure. As she drifted back down with the other mortals on Earth, my cock slipped from her ass with a soft pop. Her asshole closed quickly trapping my cum from running down her legs. I smiled as I realized that it was an instinctual reaction, but one that I liked. She slipped to the ground and looked at me dazedly. I smiled at her and put my cock to her mouth. She suddenly made a grimace and I slapped her across the face. I then took her hair in my hand and jerked her head back until her mouth opened. Then I fed her my cock. I ordered her to suck, and she did. There was no more hesitation, and no complaint. When my cock was clean and soft I pulled it from her mouth. It came out with a resounding pop, and I smiled. She looked at me and asked why I had done that. I looked her in the eyes and said, "There shouldn't be any place from your body that you should hesitate to suck me clean. If you are afraid to do that, then you need to keep yourself cleaner. If you are just concerned that it was your ass, then don't be. Any decent pussy licking will include licking an asshole. You might make note for future encounters, that blow jobs include sucking on a guys balls and licking his asshole as well. If you are concerned about it not being clean enough, then you don't need to be with that person." I smiled as I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped them up. I looked at her as I said that she might want to think about getting dressed, as her present state might cause undue gossip. She looked down at herself and smiled as she moved around the SUV to retrieve her clothes. I had gotten to them first and removed the panties and pantyhose. I handed her the rest. She looked at me funny but didn't say a word. I had expected her to, but accepted it myself. When she was dressed and back behind the wheel I handed her the keys. As she started the SUV she asked where I wanted to go next. I asked her how much this place was going for, and she didn't hesitate a second as she said that it was selling for nine hundred thousand. I could see why it wasn't selling. It was too far out to be developed and too expensive for the average person to consider. I looked her in the eye and asked her how much I could buy it for. She smiled and said that she had heard that it could be gotten for less, if a person knew what they were doing. I smiled at her and asked if she was a person that knew what she was doing. She laughed and said that when it came it real estate, she knew exactly what she was doing, it was just her personal life that was all fucked up. I smiled at her and said, "Let's go buy some land." She laughed a truly honest laugh for the first time since I had met her, and I realized that I liked her. As we headed back to town she asked me why I had kept her panties and pantyhose. She asked if they were trophies of my conquest. I smiled at her and said that I didn't collect things like that. I told her that in reality she was a slut. At least she was my slut, and as my slut she would never keep anything between me and her pussy. Anytime I ever found anything baring the way to her pussy I would discipline her severely. She smiled as she spread her legs, giving me a good view of her hot pussy. I smiled as I ran my hands up her legs and easily slid two fingers into her hot wet pussy. She moaned in passion as I moved my fingers in and out, stroking her clit with my thumb. When she started to thrust her hips I pulled my fingers free and brought them to her mouth. She didn't open her mouth, but looked at me curiously. I smiled and she opened her mouth and sucked my fingers into her hot oral cavity. She seemed to go nuts as I finger fucked her mouth with my pussy covered fingers. I saw her have a small orgasm as she experienced another first. I shook my head and wondered what this girl did for sex before I hit town. Mary was right; she did know what she was doing when it came it real estate. I had to admit that the asking price was indeed a steal as it was, but she offered, and counter offered and generally browbeat everyone involved. All while I sat there studying each person while she worked, it was a lesson in business real estate. She strategically looked to me whenever a point was raised and I raised a finger thoughtfully. She took this as a signal and immediately responded to them and was off and running again. I did my part and kept my mouth shut, and earned the reputation of a master negotiator. In reality Mary was doing what she knew best. I was impressed with her skills as I watched her work. When the process was all said and done, Mary had closed the deal for seven hundred and sixty thousand, a few good meals and they agreed to pay to have utilities ran to the property. I won't bother to mention that they also agreed to dig a new well in lieu of having city water ran to the property; Mary was kind enough to point out to them that water was a utility. Before she could mention anything else, they also agreed to install a septic system; instead of having city sewer ran more than twenty miles. I smiled at her devious nature. They were quick to throw us both out before we could come up with anything else that they might have to agree to. I was pretty sure that the contract would spell out anything that Mary could think of between then and the closing as well, as long as she thought that she could get away with it. I pointed out to her that she had done everything and it should be known that she was the brains behind the deal, and she almost looked like I had slapped her again. She quickly pointed out that a reputation like that would make me look good, but it would destroy her career. When I still looked at her dumbly, she explained that it was accepted for a client to get away with almost anything, but if she was suspected of pulling off this on her own, there wasn't another agency that would deal with her. I couldn't say that I understood, but I assumed that it would be something like insider trading, or at least the real estate equivalent. I nodded and accepted the sly looks, but I still felt like I was stabbing Mary in the back. She just accepted all of the praise on my behalf and looked pleased with herself. After all of the papers were signed, I slid a cashier's check across the table to a smiling little man, and we closed the book on a successful deal. I was happy to put the whole experience behind me. It had taken a long time, but I was assured that it had been a very quick closing. During that time my hands had spent so much time in Mary's pussy that I found myself checking to see if they had that wrinkled look. She was curious why I was always looking at my hands, and asked me about it. She laughed when I told her what I was doing. Once things were settled and I was a proud land owner in Haven, Mary arranged for me to rent a farm outside of town. The real estate company rented a couple of places, for the owners that no longer wanted to live the farm life. The pastures they rented to other people, but I used the house. I knew that they were making money on both ends. The owner paid them to maintain and care for the place, I was paying them to rent the place, and the farmer was paying them to use the fields. I didn't know how much was their end of things, but I surely didn't begrudge them a little profit, after what I had been saved. I had met Jim Scott, Mary's father, during the painful process of negotiations and decided that there was more to the man that met the eye. There was something that he kept hidden. I wasn't sure what it was, until the day that we were talking and Mary came in to give him some figures on the deal and wait for his signature. We had been so busy with my hands under the table that when Jim handed the folder back to her, she fumbled it and dropped the folder in the floor. As she bent to pick them up I watched Jim stare hungrily as she unknowingly showed off her firm young tits to him. I smiled to myself as I realized what his real secret was. He was one of the most important men in town, and the head of the chamber of commerce, Chairman of the Rotary Club and had been mother and father to Mary since she was nine; when her mother died. And he also loved his little girl in more than a fatherly way. I could see it all in that few seconds of lustful stare. I realized that at one time that would have shocked and repulsed me, but now I saw that my feelings had changed on the subject. I wondered what I was going to have to do to get these two together. I would have to work on that in the future. That night I made her start calling me daddy. She thought it was funny, but when her orgasm ripped through her she was screaming daddy in a whole new light. I just smiled to myself. Jim had introduced me to a contractor that he assured me was as fair and honest as the day was long. I gave him a copy of the survey of the land and the blueprints for my house. We sat down and started to pencil in the areas where I needed his services. He listened closely as he licked his lips. I notice the gesture and reminded him that I would be watching the expenses very closely. He seemed a little shocked that I would suggest that he was anything but the absolute soul of honesty. I smiled and said that I believed him, but that I would still watch every penny that he was spending. I laid out the area of the house, and the place that I wanted a barn. I showed him where I wanted the entrance and a reinforced cement driveway; that was close to a half a mile long. I told him that I wanted a pipe rail fence around most of the area, and marked it off. He whistled as he made a comment on the price. I smiled and said that I knew what I was asking for and what the going price for the fencing was. If he had somebody interested in the job, I would consider them, but that I could bring in just about anybody for a job of that size. He assured me that he knew a man that would do a quality job, and with something of this size, he was sure that we could arrive at a good fair price. I smiled knowing that another relative of his was soon to be put to work. I explained that the electric, septic system and a new well were to be charged back to the seller and that the bills that to be approved and cleared by them before the work was done. I suggested that he should get that done as soon as possible, along with the driveway. Those were the things that he would need done, before the rest could get started. ------- Chapter 3A I sat back on the couch with my feet on the coffee table as I listened to the phone ring. It was answered efficiently on the second ring and the crisp, business voice identified herself as the secretary to Trixie. I smiled as I mentally pictured her on her knees under Trixie's skirt as she attended to some daily business function or the other. Her insistent voice brought me back to the fact that I hadn't even said anything yet. I felt like an idiot schoolboy. I identified myself and asked to speak to Trixie. I was told that her schedule was pretty busy and that I would have to leave a message. My anger flared up and I snapped at her, "Listen bitch! If you want to keep that fucking job, then you had better get Trixie on the phone before I have to call her cell phone number. If I have to do that, then I guarantee that you won't be off of your fucking knees for the next month! Now get Trixie on the phone, before I really get pissed." She stuttered and stammered a couple of times before I heard the music on hold. I shuddered; they still hadn't changed that stupid music. "Master, what a wonderful surprise! We didn't expect to hear from you until next week. And what did you say to poor Allison? The girl is so distraught that that I could barely understand her." I relaxed and smiled to myself. I outlined the conversation to Trixie and suggested that she warn the girl that when I call, it would be best that she be a bit more understanding, and insure that I get to speak with her right away. Trixie asked me to hold for a minute. Then I heard the office noises and knew that I had been put on the speaker phone. The next voice that I heard was Allison as she timidly entered the room. Trixie turned on her the minute she was in the room. "Get your sniveling little ass over here this fucking minute!" I listened as Trixie delivered a barrage of blows. I didn't know where they were landing, but I knew the sound of bare skin when it was hit. "Now, get you're fucking ass into position this second!" I was sure from the sound of Allison that the position was leaning over the desk with her face not more than a foot away from the phone. I could hear every whimper and groan that escaped her mouth. "Get that skirt up, you dumb cunt, and what the fuck are you doing wearing panties again? Haven't I trained you any better than that?" The sound of leather on a bare ass was unmistakable. I knew what Trixie could do when she was on a roll, and when I thought that the punishment had gone on long enough I interrupted, "Trixie, are you just going to forget about me, or are you going to explain to the poor girl what she has done wrong?" I knew that Trixie was blushing without having to see it. Her voice lost some of the edge to it as she apologized to the phone. Allison was still sniffling as she did her best to get the stinging pain under control. As I listened Trixie turned on her again, "I told you that there were three people that never wait on the phone; my father, my husband and one other man. His name is Ray Preston. That man on the phone right now, and do you remember what you told him?" I knew that Trixie was being a little hard on her, and decided to intercede on Allison's behalf. "Trixie, since I had never talked to Allison before, she probably didn't remember what you had told her. Be a nice girl and forgive her now, I am sure that she won't make a mistake like that again. I can guarantee that Allison will not soon forget my name, and she will always be as sweet as pussy to me in the future. Won't you Allison?" There was an immediate reply from her that she would never forget my name again, and that she would indeed be the nicest person when I called. I told Trixie that it was time to let it drop. If she wanted to beat her any more, I didn't want to be the cause of it. Trixie laughed that wonderful laugh of hers that I loved so much to hear. I heard her chair squeak as she sat back down. Trixie's voice was calm and almost soft as she talked to the still sniveling girl. "Allison, I am going to tell you something, and I want you to pay strict attention. I love my father and my husband more than life itself, but this man, Ray; he is my master." I heard a sharp intake of air as Allison realized the true depth of what Trixie had said. I knew from the sincerity of her words and the tone in her voice that she was telling her the truth. "No, this collar belongs to my husband. When Ray left he took his collar with him, and along with it, he took my heart. He will always be my master, and I love him more than you can understand. If you ever make him mad, I will be twice as mad and he is. And I can guarantee that you can't fathom the depths of this man, or his anger." Allison squeaked another apology. I ignored it as I ordered her under Trixie's desk and told her to do a good job, as I talked to Trixie. I heard scrambling and banging as she crawled under the desk. I heard the squeak of Trixie's chair as she leaned back, and knew that Allison had found her mark. As Trixie basked in the pleasure of Allison's efforts I informed her of the events that had been unfolding. I told her of closing the land deal and selecting the contractor that was going to build my dream. She asked for the contractors name and I gave it to her. She said that she would run a check on him, just to make sure that he was reputable and honest. The she asked if she could come out and oversee the construction project for me. I laughed as I told her no. I said that she had too many other responsibilities; the company, her husband and her father. She sighed as she accepted the reality of the situation. She brightened as she asked if she could send somebody to handle things for me. I thought about this, but asked her if it would be ethical for the company to pay a person to oversee my personal project? She laughed as she said that she considered it experience and training. Once a person worked under me managing a project, they would be much better suited to handle their responsibilities at the company. I laughed at her bullshit, and told her that it was, but she assured me that it was her company now, and she could train her people any way that the she wanted. I laughed again, but I accepted the offer. She said that she would send somebody out first thing in the next morning. I told her to have them stop at the real estate office and get directions to the farm that I had rented. She laughed as she said that she would love to see my city boy ass on a farm. I laughed with her, until I heard the unmistakable sounds of Trixie deeply in orgasm. Then I smiled to myself and told her not to work the poor girl to death, as I hung up the phone. I was still smiling when I heard a car stopping outside the house. I looked out to see Mary's SUV roll to a silent stop. She had been spending a lot of time at the farm since I had rented it. She had experienced things that she had never dreamed possible, but I decided that it was just about time that she experienced the next thing that she never dreamed possible. I would very soon be sending her into the arms of her father; maybe even tonight if I could work things out right. I thought about the schedules that I had memorized. Hmmm, on a Tuesday night I didn't remember her father having any special activities. It seemed like a good plan. With the decision made I quickly set about calling Jim Scott. I asked him to come out when he finished work as I had something that I wanted to talk to him about. He seemed a little reluctant, until I mentioned that it was about Mary, and that I thought that he needed to take a hand in the matter personally. He sounded curious, but said that he would be there as soon as he could get away. I smiled as Mary knocked, just as I was hanging up the phone. I just couldn't seem to keep that smile off of my face today. I was sure that Jim would leave the office within minutes of my call and knew that I had about twenty-five to thirty minutes to get everything ready for his arrival. I would have to pay strict attention so that Mary didn't know of his arrival. I decided that the best way to keep her distracted was to keep her on the edge of orgasm. If I worked her up slowly enough, she wouldn't even know what planet she was on by the time that daddy arrived. I smiled at her as she walked through the door. She quickly showed me her bare cunt under her short skirt. Since the first day that we had met, she had not worn a single pair of panties that I knew about, and I had checked often. A few times I even checked when we were in public. She blushed but she never refused me anything. I believe that I could have fucked her on the courthouse steps and she would have let me do it. We would have been in jail by the time that we were finished, but I believe that she was even willing to accept that as well. When I had her start calling me daddy, I also demanded the she shave her pussy and keep it baby soft at all times. I also had her start wearing her hair in ponytail and pigtail whenever we were alone. She accepted it as just another oddity of mine, but I knew that every little thing made her look years younger. I knew that Jim would see his little girl as she once was, not as she is now. It was all carefully calculated to provide just the right push at the right time. Mary was well prepared and I knew that the time was perfect, as long as Jim didn't fight it too hard. Once Mary was excited enough I decided that the time was right to put the blindfold on. It wasn't the first time that she had worn it, and she loved the unknown thrills that it provided her. I positioned her on the floor on the hands and knees, with her ass facing the door. I worked her body until it was throbbing on the verge of orgasm. Mary started begging me to fuck her, but I refused to give her what she wanted, I forbad her to touch herself. I made sure that her legs were too far apart to allow any unexpected friction on any part of her pussy. When I noticed that she had slipped a finger to her clit I allowed her to get just on the edge of her orgasm again before the belt cracked across her ass. She jumped as the sudden pain both pushed her closer and yet farther away from her much desired orgasm. A few more carefully placed blows from the belt and she was panting with her need. I saw Jims' Lincoln coming down the gravel driveway and told Mary that if she wanted release, then she had to beg me to fuck her. If she didn't do a very good job at it, I would leave her in that condition all night. She knew that I was capable of it, and started begging, "Fuck me daddy! God, your little girls really needs it! Please daddy, fuck me hard and make me cum!" I opened the door just as Jim reached the porch. I held my finger over my lips in the universal sign of silence. He frowned as he looked at me, but nodded as he walked into the living room. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he saw Mary. She was moaning and panting with her need, as she wiggled her ass with her baby smooth pussy lips easily visible. Her pussy juices covered all of her pussy mound, as both of her thighs glistening in the evening light. Her ponytail bounced this way and that as she threw her head from one side to the other. Her voice was wracked with desperate need as she cried out, "For God's sake please fuck me daddy, your little girl really needs your hard cock!" She moaned in frustration as she continued to shake and wiggle her ass. I could clearly see the beads of sweat glistening on Jim's forehead. It was obvious that he was under serious stress. I was sure that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I decided that every time Mary cried out daddy, Jim's control slipped a little more. I yelled at Mary, "What do you want baby? What do you need?" Another desperate cry came from her as she moaned her need, "I need my daddy to fuck me, and make me cum! I want my daddy's big hard cock deep in my burning pussy! Please fuck me daddy, don't make me beg like this!" That was the last straw. Jim started to tear his clothes off as he moved toward her. As he pushed his shorts around his ankles and stepped out of them, he dropped to his knees behind her. In a single hard lunge he buried his cock deep in her pussy. Mary howled in pleasure as she began thrusting back on his madly plunging cock. I smiled as I watched father and daughter bonded in mutual pleasure. I leaned down and untied the blindfold covering Mary's eyes. She blinked up at me as I stood beside her. Shock suddenly filled her as she realized that it was not me madly fucking her pussy from behind. She quickly spun her head around and saw that it was indeed her own father ramming his cock into the depths of her madly convulsing cunt. Their eyes met as Mary's orgasm slammed her body back against Jim in one mad convulsion after another. She felt the hot scalding blasts erupt in her pussy as she screamed, "I love you daddy! Give it all to me, I've waited all my life for this moment!" Their eyes never left each other as their orgasms ripped through their bodies. As they slowly came down from their peak, Jim lovingly slid his softening cock from Mary and they quickly melted into each others arms. Hot searching mouths quickly found each others. As they were holding each other in a tender loving embrace, Mary's head comfortingly resting on Jim's strong chest her eyes rested on me. I was sitting on the couch, smoking a rare cigar and drinking a glass of brandy. I smiled to her as she once again closed her eyes, holding the most important man in her life. As they slowly made their way to their feet, they started to make their way to the couch. I could see that Jim was expecting the worst. In his position, I could understand where he might think the worst of me. I cleared my throat and said, "Mary, haven't you forgotten something?" I pointed at Jim's soft cock, and Mary giggled as she immediately dropped to her knees and quickly sucked it into her hot hungry mouth. Jim moaned as Mary cleaned stripped every trace of their combined juices from his rapidly strengthening cock. She giggled as she once again stood up and wrapped her arms around her loving daddy. I motioned for them to sit with me as I offered Jim a brandy and a cigar. I could tell that he believed that it was his last request and accepted them woodenly. I told Mary that she could get a glass of wine from the table, as I had already opened one for her. She smiled as she bounded to the table to pour herself a glass. When we were all comfortably seated with drinks in hand, I looked to Jim and decided to get this over with quickly. "Well Jim, I guess that you know that there is a cost to everything? This obviously had to carry a high cost. You wouldn't want something like this getting out, now would you?" I could see that the speech was exactly what he had expected, and Mary was so shocked that she almost dropped her glass. Jim just hung his head and nodded, but Mary was searching my face with a true hatred in her eyes. "Well Jim, I guess that I should go ahead and tell you that I plan on cleaning you out. I won't leave you a single thing. I will break you and run you out of town in shame and disgrace. That is, if you ever break Mary's heart." I waited until it slowly sank in. Jim's eyes snapped up to mine, and when I looked at Mary I smiled at her as I winked and blew her a kiss. She smiled as she realized that I didn't mean to harm her daddy, and only wanted the best for them both. Jim stared for a long time and the only thing he said was, "Why?" I smiled as I looked at him. I thought for a minute before I answered, "Well, I don't need the money. I like both of you, and wanted you to be happy. I could tell that Mary loved you, and once that I saw that you loved her in the same way; I couldn't see a good reason not to get you two together. Mary needs a firm hand in her life, and frankly she is starting to wear me out. I have trained her to be a good daddy's girl, and now she needs her daddy. She will never love anybody like she loves her daddy." Jim stared at me for a couple of minutes before he held out his hand. I took it with a smile. We were all suddenly laughing and grinning at each other. It was a couple of hours later that I watched them drive away. I was happy and I was right; I hadn't managed to get that stupid grin off of my face all fucking day, and I loved every minute of it. It was late on Thursday morning when I heard the car coming down the drive. I couldn't recognize the car and was curious who would be stopping by. I had not seen anything of Mary since Tuesday night, but I really didn't expect to see much of her any more, now that her father had her right where she wanted him. I sipped the coffee that I was drinking as I watched the car come to a stop and two women got out. It was a few seconds before I recognized that the older woman was John's secretary; I didn't remember her name, but I was sure that it was her. The younger woman I had never seen, I was sure of that. As they approached I revised my opinion of the younger one, and decided that she was more of a girl than a woman. She couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen, at the most. I casually leaned against the post of the porch watching the approach. The girl bounced and seemed full of energy, but the older woman looked like she had aged years in the few months since I had left. I frowned as I watched her. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and her clothes looked like she had slept in them. I had remembered that her hair had always been just perfect, with never a hair out of place. Even on the days that Trixie would visit her, with a delivery for John, after Trixie had left you could never tell that anything had ever happen. That was part of the reason that I had considered her a prude. Now her perfect hair didn't look to have even been brushed for days. I also noticed that she must have put on twenty pounds. She had not been a small woman before, and now she was really starting to look definitely plump. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I knew that Trixie was sending one of these women to help me out. As they came to a stop at the foot of the stairs the girl burst out giggling in excitement. I suddenly knew who she must be. I spoke quietly, "You must be Allison?" I looked to see her eyes get big and her mouth drop open. I smiled as I looked at her and said, "I heard that giggle on the phone before. Don't look so shocked." I then turned to the older woman, "I am sorry, but I don't remember your name." I looked to her expectantly as I waited for her to respond. I didn't see any expression in her eyes as she nodded and replied that her name was Rose Peters. She handed me an envelope as she said that Trixie had also sent some things for me. She turned to Allison and told her to get the bag. I opened the envelope as I watched Allison heading back toward the trunk of the car. Trixie had sent me three pages; I started to read the first as I stood waiting for Allison to return. Master, As I told you on the phone yesterday, I'm sending you some help. I have decided to send you two, as each is in need of your specific talents, but for different reasons. I am sending you your bag of discipline. Don't concern yourself that we have need of anything in the bag. Fred and I have purchased a complete set for ourselves. We couldn't bring ourselves to use anything, as every time that we used anything it reminded us so much of you that it hurt. We are returning it to you, with a few special items for your present needs. P.S. On a more personal note Ray, Daddy, Fred and I miss you terribly, especially me. Fred and I had a really rough time after you left. We felt so alone that we both cried. I love Fred more than you would ever believe, and I still thank you for what you have given us, but if you ever want me, all you have to do is say so. I will come to you, for as long as you want me. Daddy and Fred both know how I feel, as I have told them. You taught me that I should never live a lie, and I couldn't hide the way that I felt about you, not to them. They both understand my feelings, and even Fred said that he didn't blame me, and that he would not hold any hard feelings against me if I left. So know this, you will never be rid of me. Your truly devoted slave, Trixie I knew that Fred would never do anything to stop Trixie from being happy, but I also knew that I would never do anything to hurt either of them. I put Trixie's note back in the envelope and started on the next page. Dear Ray, Allison seems to have a lot of potential, but she lacks the discipline to ever amount to anything. She is flighty and undependable. Watch her, as she has an excuse for everything. She needs to take responsibility for the things that she does in life. In general she needs to grow up, and be an adult. Her sexual appetite is tremendous, but once again she lacks self control. You might remember another woman in your past that has exhibited some of these same characteristics. You knew how to handle her and make a real woman out of her. I need Allison to be a woman like that. If she has any chance of ever being anything more than a secretary, she needs you. If you can't do anything with her, then I will get rid of her. But I hope that you can return a real asset to me, rather then having to lose her. But I will leave this in your hands, and accept your decision on the matter. Sincerely, Trixie Walton CEO, Software Ventures Inc. I looked at Allison as she stood there holding the old oversized gym bag that I had left with Trixie and Fred. I saw something in her eyes for a moment, but then it was gone. I wasn't sure that I really wanted to do this with my life right now. I felt that I needed some piece and quiet, but I also realized that since I had come to Haven I had done the same things that I always had, and that maybe I just needed to mold people. Like I had done to Mary, and the effects that it had on others made it more attractive. I had always managed to help people, and direct them into the avenue that they really wanted in their lives. Maybe it was what I was meant to do. I didn't know, but I didn't really think that I could do much to hurt them either, not anything in the long term. I guessed that as long as they were willing to let me work, then I would be willing to try to help them. So I turned my attention to the last letter. Dear Ray, I need to explain a little about Rose. Once I took over as CEO, I decided that John was useless in his present position, and demoted him to something that he was capable of. He decided that he would rather move on, rather than mop floors. I can't say that I blame him, but it left Rose in the position of a secretary without a boss. I took her as my own secretary. She was doing a wonderful job, until a week later she found out that her husband of twenty-seven years had found that his teeny-bopper secretary was better in bed than his wife. He made it clear to her that she was better in bed, had a figure that could fit through a door without turning sideways, and generally knew how to treat a man. As ruthless as it was he cleaned out the bank accounts and filed for divorce, all in the same day. She was devastated and it has seriously affected her life. It got so bad that I had to bring in Allison to handle things. Rose disappeared for a month, and then showed up out of the blue. I am certain that she looks about the same today that she looked that day. It has been the same every day since then. She had no ambition to get on with her life, and self esteem is so low that being dirt looks like a lofty ambition to her. She needs to get her life back on track, and you are her only hope. Please Ray, do what you can to help her see that life is still worth living. I need her back like the cast iron bitch that she used to be as I have plans for her in the future. Sincerely, Sincerely, Trixie Walton CEO, Software Ventures Inc. I looked at the woman in a new light, as I folded the letters and motioned for the women to follow me in. I watched as Allison once again picked up the bag and struggled to get it in the house. Once inside I motion to Allison to put the bag in the corner, then I told them to sit down. I noticed that Rose moved like a lost puppy, with just about the same detachment. I settled myself into a chair that I moved to face them. Allison was beaming and fidgeting with the exuberance of youth. I shook my head as I looked to Allison, "Do you know why you are here, and who I am?" Her smile was brilliant as she beamed at me, "Oh yes sir, I know who you are. Miss Trixie told me about you the other day, and she said that if I did well on this job, then I would get a promotion and would have a bright future in the company." I stared at her for a minute before I shook my head. I couldn't believe that she would boil everything down to such a simple statement. I knew that I would have to spell out her position, so that she knew exactly what she was getting in to, before I would even bother to shake her hand. I looked to Rose, and asked her. "I know that you know me, and I am pretty sure that you at least suspect what I am, and what I am capable of. Do you know why you are here?" Rose looked me in the eye hard before she answered me, "Oh yes, I remember you, and I think that I know exactly what you are capable of. As to why I am here; it really doesn't matter any more, and I really don't care. You can do what you like to me, and I won't give you any trouble." She then fell quiet, and I shook my head again. I made a decision and handed each woman Trixie's letter, telling me about them and what she wanted of them. I then sat back to watch their reactions. Allison went from smiling to a frown, and then to outright fear. I could tell that there were parts that she had not been told, and that she not understood what hinged on the outcome of her assignment. I watched Rose as she read. I could see the pain in her eyes as she read the words, and knew that the memories that haunted her were worse than what Trixie outlined, but essentially the facts were right. There was the briefest of smiles a she read the words about wanting her back. I knew that if there was a spark of anything of the woman that I once met, I would send her back with a reason to live. I took the letters back and looked them both in the eye. When I was sure that I had their attention I asked them, "Listen to me carefully, as I am only going to say this once. And don't believe that just because you want something that I will give it to you. If I don't tell you, then don't expect it. Don't assume anything with me. The situation is simple. I have been given an assignment, and if I accept to do it, then you are the ones that will have to bare the brunt of it. You both know what is at stake for you, but you don't know the cost of it. I will tell you the cost, and if you want to leave then, I will not stop you. I will not lie to you, and I will not be lied to by you." I watched both of them to make sure that I had their complete attention. I wasn't sure that much would ever get through to Rose, but she did appear to be listening. Allison looked like she was about to start her mouth, but I put up a hand to forestall anything that she might say. "If you stay here then I guarantee that you will receive pleasure and pain, both mentally and physically. I will humiliate and demean you, and what is more I won't give a shit about whether you like it or not. I will not tolerate hesitation about anything that I tell you to do, and I will punish you ruthlessly for that hesitation, or outright refusal. In the most basic and simple terms; you will be my slaves. I will use you how and why I please, and you will have no say in the matter, until such time as I release you. Now I am going to take my bag to the bedroom, and it will take me about five minutes to unpack. When I come back, if you are still here then I will assume that you have accepted the terms that I have outlined. If not; then don't be here." I got to my feet and picked up the old gym bag. I carried it to the bedroom and started to empty it out. I quickly found the package that Trixie had said was in the bag. When I looked in the package, I was surprised to see that it contained two collars and two leashes. They were very impressive in the face that they were of obviously a good quality stainless steel. They were in the form of the ancient slave collars in the design. They appeared to be nothing more than a small diameter rod of steel formed into a circular ring, but these had a hinge on the back and closed with a special clip pin. Once the pin was in place, it would take a chisel or a screwdriver to tap it back out. Once closed I could tell that you would never feel a sharp edge anywhere, and it would be almost impossible to see the joints, if you didn't know what you were looking for. They were quite a nice piece of quality work. I saw that there were several latch pins in the box and a card showed a number on where to order more, if needed. I didn't think that I would ever need the number in the box, but I left the card with them. The leashes were a delicate chain that I didn't think was more than decorative, but the card with them expounded on their strength. They were supposed to be as strong as a chain ten times their size, but so light in weight that you almost couldn't feel it. I dropped one end and stepped on it as I pulled at the other. I was surprised to see that it didn't give at all, even thought I expected it to snap in half. This was also a piece of superb workmanship. Trixie had truly outdone herself again, and I smiled at the new toys. When I looked more closely I found that in addition to the two leashes there was also a twenty foot chain with a secure clip on each end. Where I could see a few uses for it, I could see many for a shorter one. I decided to cut it down first thing as a plan was starting to form in my mind. I looked at my watch, and though of Trixie, and saw that seven minutes had passed. I decided that it was time. I fully expected both women to be there as I walked back to the living room. I was sure that Allison would put up with anything for the rewards promised in that letter, and I felt that Rose had just already given up and wouldn't care. I wasn't disappointed. I walked purposefully up to them and held out an open collar to each of them. As they took them I said, "Once these are on your neck, I will own you, until I take them off. There will be no turning back, and no second chances. You will put them on your neck of your own free will. It will be the last act of your free will, so be sure about this." I watched as Rose didn't hesitate as she brought the collar to her neck and slipped the collar closed. I moved to her and pressed the pin in place. I then looked to Allison. Her hesitation was obvious and I held my hand out to take the collar. She looked at me and shook her head, as she then placed the collar around her neck. I slid the locking pin into place on her collar as well. Allison took a deep breath as she looked to me for her first instruction. I told them to get their baggage from the car. When they stood in the living room with their luggage I could see that Allison must have brought everything that she owned. I smiled to myself. Rose had only a small suitcase and I imagined that her packing was done without much care. I looked at them as I asked, "Can either of you get pregnant?" Rose shook her head that she couldn't, but Allison nodded and I asked her what birth control she used. She said that she was on the pill. I nodded as I told her to get them. She rummaged in her bag and came up with her pills. I showed them both the bathroom that they were to use, and I told her to put them in there. I then showed them the bedroom that they would be using. I noticed the looks that they had upon seeing that there was only a double bed in the room. When we were back in the living room, I told them to remove all of their toiletry items and place them on the table. I waited as they dug in their suitcases. It was a little time before a small pile showed up on the table. Allison easily had twice what Rose had on the table and I smiled. I went through the items and selected the things that they would need. Shaving articles, deodorant, baby oil, body lotion, baby powder, tooth brush and tooth paste. I considered and also put lipstick and eye makeup in their piles. The rest I ordered them the return to their bag, and I never wanted to see again, and while they wore the collars I would decide what makeup was allowed and how much. I then told them to put everything in the bathroom. When they were once again standing before me I instructed them to put their clothes in the closet, and return to me. I had to wait for quite a while before Allison returned. When they were both standing quietly before me I ordered them both to strip. Rose blinked a couple of times, but started to remove her clothes. Allison seemed a bit more intimidated and was much slower to bare her body. I smiled as I realized that they would both end up under the cane before the day was over. Once they had removed every piece of clothing, I told them until further notice that was how I expected them to stay. That included going outside, if the need arose. I would have no misunderstandings about this point. No clothes, no towels wrapped around them, no robes, nothing was to cover their bodies unless I specifically told them to. I waited until each nodded their understanding. I told them to put their clothes away. When they returned I told them, "From this point you will address me as master, not as sir; not as Mr. Preston, nor anything else. Any failure to address me as master would result in immediate discipline." They both responded with a crisp "Yes Master" I nodded my head and gave them their first orders. "You will each shave the other. You will remove every hair from asshole to belly button. I will closely inspect your work, and for every hair that I find you will be given one stroke from the cane. I will be going to the barn. I might be there for five minutes, or five hours, but when I get back your work had better be done. If you are not, you will find out the true meaning of pain." I turned to go to the bedroom. I retrieved the box with the leashes and the chain, and headed to the barn. As I passed the bathroom, I added, "It had better be smoother than a baby's ass." Then I was gone. It took me about a half hour to shorten the chain. I found a pair of bolt cutter that I suspected would be there and cut it easily, but putting the secure clip on the cut end proved to be a time consuming process. I was satisfied with the results. It was now about two foot long, with a secure clip on each end. The secure clip was similar to the locking pin on the collar. Once closed it took a special tool to open it again. I smiled to myself as I put the chain in my pocket and the rest back in the box. I noticed that as I entered the house that both of the women came to their feet. They had been sitting on the couch, waiting for my return. I looked them over closely, for the first time. Rose was in her mid-forties, and up until recently I never would have known. Now it was obvious. Her hair had streaks of gray that I was sure she had hidden before. Her eyes had always had a fire in them before, giving them a dark blue luster, unlike now that they just looked lifeless. Her easy going smile that I had remembered, always reminded me of a third grade teacher smiling at a backward student, I hadn't seen since she had arrived. Her gaze wouldn't meet my eyes, as she just looked down at the floor. I examined the rest of her body and noticed that for a woman of her age she had kept in shape pretty well, other than the recent weight that she had added. Her breasts had the sag of age, but were still full and soft. Her pussy, now visible without the dense covering of dark hair, showed full sensuous lips. Her clit was just peaking through. I smiled as she fidgeted, and was sure that this was the first time that she had ever been shaved. Allison met my eyes with a look of desire. I knew that Trixie had been working on her, and she assumed that I would be like her; interested in putting her obvious sexual talents to work. She seemed to think that it was her only real talent. I studied her casually, noting the youthful tone of her body, along with the perfect skin that seems to be a matter of age, rather than care. Her medium sized breasts were still high on her chest, as they still defied gravity. I knew that time would soon prove to her that gravity was the master of us all, in one way or another. Her nipples were hard and the size of pencil erasers, with the same general shape. Her long auburn hair hung to her shoulders in waves. I was fairly certain that it was naturally wavy. Looking to her pussy, I was not surprised to see that I could see it glisten in the sun light. I was surprised to see that she had the smallest pussy lips that I had ever seen. They were almost nonexistent, making her inner lips appear to protrude even more. I knew that it was just perception, but it made them look huge. Her clit was as large as her pussy lips were small. It easily poked out almost an inch, and I was sure that it the hood covering it couldn't possibly contain it. It was probably the reason that she was always ready for sex. When I looked back to her eyes I could tell that she was waiting to see my reaction, and realized that there were probably some men that would see her clit was a turn-off. I smiled to her showing that I thought that she had a very sexy looking pussy. She smiled broadly as she visibly relaxed. As I stood before Rose I knelt down and ordered her to spread her legs. She hesitated and I slapped the inside of her thigh hard. That seemed almost deafening in the still quiet of the early afternoon. Her legs snapped apart as she bit her lip from the sting. I examined her pussy closely, and felt the whole thing, from the belly button down below what my eyes could see. I then ordered her to turn around and bend over. When I told her to spread her legs, they instantly snapped apart. She learned quickly. I ordered her to spread the cheeks of her ass and watched as she reached behind her and pulled them apart. I saw a few small hairs around her asshole and a few more between her pussy and her asshole. I reached up and spread her pussy open and found the inside of her lips had a number of fine little hairs still growing proudly. I called Allison over to show her the hairs. She seemed genuinely surprised. I told Rose that she could stand up and turn around again. I then knelt to examine Allison's treasure trove. I could feel a light stubble just above her pussy and grabbed Rose's hand to show her what she had missed. When I moved my hand across Allison's clit I thought that she might have an orgasm. I noted that it was extremely sensitive and she appeared the have a hair trigger. I smiled as I knew that she would have a hard time controlling her body under my orders. I then told her to turn and spread them. She already knew what to expect and was soon in the same position as Rose had been. Her examination showed that Rose had done an even worse job than Allison had. I pointed out the hairs to Rose and her expression was one of non-concern. I also knew that would change shortly as well. ------- Chapter 3B I went to my bedroom and retrieved the punishment bag. As I walked across the living room, carrying the bag I told the women to follow me. I led the way to the barn. Once there I opened the bag and took out the cuffs that I knew were there. I quickly belted the leather cuffs onto Allison's wrists. As she stood looking at them, I bent down and belted a similar pair on her ankles. I didn't give much thought to Rose, as she seemed not to care either way. I knew that attitude would quickly change. I put Rose's cuffs on her, behind her back. Once the ankle cuffs were in place I turned to the wall and retrieved a large coil of rope that I had noticed earlier. I threw an end over the large beam above our heads. I then secured Allison's cuffs to the rope and pulled her up, until she was standing on the balls of her feet. I returned to the bag and remove the cane and the short Cat-of-nine tails. This wasn't one of those fancy sex shop numbers that you couldn't depend on to hold together, but a real work whip. It was one that was made just to inflict pain, and last for a lifetime. I remove two pretty red ball gags, and quickly strapped one onto Rose. When I told Allison to open her mouth she shook her head, and I smiled as I lashed the whip across her stomach. She let out a scream and I slid the ball into her mouth, and strapped it behind her head. As I buckled the strap I told Allison, "That little refusal will cost you an extra five lashes. It didn't do you a bit of good, as you can see. I hope that you learn from this that refusal will gain you nothing, but pain. But if you do well, I will reward you with pleasure." As I said this I reached around and lightly pinched her protruding clit. She gasped as the sensations coursed through her body. I walked away, dropping my hand before I triggered an orgasm in her sensitive body. She moaned in frustration and I smiled to myself. Rose wasn't paying attention as I walked up behind her, so I gave her a push. With the ankle cuffs, and her hands behind her back I watched as she toppled to the hard ground. She was quick enough to turn sideways so that her shoulder absorbed most of the impact. I saw the pain in her eyes as I said, "When you are my slave, you had fucking better pay attention to me. I don't give a shit what has happened in your life up until now. But while you are wearing my collar I had better be the main reason that you breathe, or you will fucking wish that you were dead." The first lash of the cane landed across the breasts. Her scream was muffled be the gag, and I was happy that I didn't have to listen to it. Screaming really irritated me. I guessed because I really didn't like to hurt people, but it seemed that it was becoming what I did best. She curled into a fetal position, and the next lash went across her ass. She then understood that the cane was true instrument of pain. Her body would thrash from one position to another attempting to cover the last sensitive area, and open another. When she seemed to give up, and just lay on her stomach I used the whip on the inside of her thighs. Her legs snapped apart and the cane whistled through the air, making a menacing sound. The blow landed between her ass cheeks, across her asshole and right through her pussy lips and over her clit. That scream sounded like she had no gag in her mouth. I gave her a few seconds to adjust to the new level of pain, as I looked to Allison. Her eyes were filled with terror as tears streaked down her face. I reminded her that she was next. The expectation of what I was going to do to her was worse than what she would get, almost. The whip opened Rose's legs again and the cane found the tender lips of her pussy; first one side, and then the other. She rolled onto her back trying to escape the punishment to her tender pussy, but it didn't do any good. I lashed her thighs from the front and landed a blow across both lips and her clit. I could see the welts rising and decided that I should move around a little, so the next blow landed across her tits, striking both nipples. The next few blows raised welts on both of her tits. As I looked down at her twitching body, I saw the angry welts covering her body from high on her tits down to her thighs. I knew that her back and hips carried the same punishment. I knelt down to talk to her. "Well, shall I continue, or do you think that you can follow instructions now?" Her head nodded vigorously, and I smiled at her. "You know that I promised you a stroke for each hair that I found. Do you think that it would be right for me to quit before I finished? What would you think of me, if I didn't keep my word?" She groaned as a fresh batch of tears leaked from her eyes. It mixed with the dirt and mud already on her face, and in her hair. I asked her if she would accept a challenge against the rest of her lashes that she owed, and her head quickly nodded again. I smiled as I said, "If you succeed, then your punishment will be paid. But if you fail, then I will double what you have left. Is that acceptable?" She quickly weighed the consequences and nodded her head again. I smiled as I reached around and unbuckled the gag. "All right, here is your challenge. You have ten minutes to give me a proper blow job. I will not help you in any way. You have to accomplish this all by yourself. If you fail to make me cum, in the ten minute time limit you will get double what you had remaining." I watched her face as it sank in. I knew that she had never given a blow job at the office, and I suspected that her husband hadn't ever gotten one from her either. She had been forced to clean out Trixie's freshly loaded pussy on a number of occasions, but even then Trixie had said that it had been a battle. Now it was all or nothing. She quickly decided and nodded her head. I thought that she would have problems getting my cock out, but she surprised me. After only a couple of attempts to unzip my jeans with her teeth, she managed to get to her feet in front of me and turn around and not only unzip me, but get my cock out using her cuffed hands. I was impressed. Just the act of getting off the ground was a painful task, but she took to it with a determination that showed the woman that she used to be. Once my hard cock was out she turned around and fell back to her knees. I could tell that her technique was based on motivation rather then experience. She exhibited the same lack of skill that Mary has shown, and I knew that there was no way that she would succeed in her challenge. I whispered tips and instructions to her, as I had with Mary. I could see the look of gratitude in her eyes as she worked furiously. I watched the time and called out the remainder. At two minutes she became frantic. She realized that even with the help that I had given her she wasn't going to make it. I knew it too. I saw the new tears rolling down her face, creating tracks on her dirty face. She let my hard cock slip from her mouth and hung her head in defeat. I quietly asked her, "Would you rather me do this another way?" She looked up at me with hope in her eyes. She quietly nodded, and whispered. "Oh please master, I will do anything! Just don't punish me any more!" I knew that she didn't want Allison to hear her, and I understood. I smiled to her as nodded once. I then straightened up and my voice filled the barn with anger and menace. "You worthless piece of shit, you can't even give your master a simple blow job! And now you are going to leave me with a hard cock! I don't think so! I will teach you a lesson. Now get your fucking head in the dirt bitch." I quickly moved around behind her and dropped to my knees. My hard cock was still shiny with her split and quickly plowed into her asshole. She screamed as she was entered. My hands found her hips and I roughly pulled her back to me. As I vigorously fucked her virgin ass my hands and body reminded her of the welts covering her body. She quickly adapted to my cock in her ass, but the pains of the welts were a different matter. I whispered to her that if she wanted to get though this more easily, then she needed to focus all of her attention on the sparks of pleasure and ignore the pain. I heard her slowly go quiet. I knew that she was focusing on the pleasure. It wasn't long before she started to force her ass back against me. I knew then that she had managed to understand the truth of the relationship of pleasure and pain. She was quickly building toward an orgasm, but I plunged in quickly and drove myself to my own climax before she could reach hers. I then quickly withdrew, leaving her panting and frustrated. She screamed, but this time it was a pain of a different type. I knew this pain very well myself. As I moved around her I put my hand down into her hair and pulled her back into a kneeling position. I pushed my cock back into her mouth. Her eyes got big, and I raised the cane. She understood, and began to suck. I smiled at her. When she finished cleaning my cock I put it back into my jeans. I could still see the frustration in her eyes, and knew that she had never felt like this in her life. I leaned down as I whispered, "I am sorry about that, but just because you are collared, does not mean that you are a slave. Right now you are just a woman in a collar. I will punish you, but I will not allow you pleasure. That is reserved only for my personal slaves." She looked me in the eye and asked what she must do to become my slave. I replied that she had to kiss my feet and beg me to accept her as my slave, and that she had to mean it. If I thought that she was sincere, then I would accept her as my slave. She quickly knelt down and kissed both of my feet, and she see looked up into my eyes I could see the honesty in those eyes. "Please master; accept me as your slave. I will try hard, and I will serve you any way that you command." As I looked deeply into her eyes, there was something more there than I expected. More than honesty; Hope. I gently ran my fingers down her face, from her temple to her chin. "I accept you," I softly whispered. She once again dropped her face to my feet and kissed my shoes. There were fresh tears on her face. I whispered to her, "Do you remember what I taught you about focusing on the pleasure?" She looked me in the eyes and nodded her head. I move behind her and unbuckled the cuffs at her ankles and wrists. When she was free of them I told her to lie on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could. She didn't hesitate as she did what I commanded. As I stood over her, I told her not to close her legs for any reason. She nodded and bit her lip. The lashes were easy and focused on the area just beside her clit. As I landed the first blow, a small scream escaped her lips. The next she held it in. She was quiet for the next five and then she began to moan in pleasure. I knew that her pussy was starting to get numb and increased the force just the smallest bit. Each lash of the cane brought her closer to the orgasm that she strived so passionately for. I knew that she was close and commanded her, "Cum now you bitch!" The next blow landed square on her clit, and she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her body. I knelt down and gently stroked her clit as she continued her flight through the heights of bliss. As she slowly came down to the world of the living, I eased the pressure on her clit until she was just quivering and crying. As I rose up and turned to leave, she reached out wrapping her arms around my leg and cried, "Thank you master. I love you." I smiled to her as I turned to face Allison. She had not heard the whispers and soft words. Her face showed the fear and tears running down her face. Her thick auburn hair had fallen in her face and stuck to the wet trails. As I stood before her I spoke over my shoulder, but my eyes never broke contact with Allison's eyes. "You will find a bucket of water just inside the door. Clean yourself up." The moans as Rose moved attested to the pain still throbbing through her pussy. Allison watched her slowly move to the water bucket. The first lash of the cane caught her still watching Rose, as it left a red trail across both of her full sensitive breasts. I had not hit her nipples yet, but the scream that erupted from her sounded like I had just killed her. I knew that if the gag was not in place, I would probably be deaf. She had a good pair of lungs. The second blow was across her pubic mound. I made sure to stay away from her clit. You would think that as large as it was, it would be an easy task, but it was difficult not to hit it. I knew that it would get hit soon enough, but I didn't want to start out delivering that kind of pain. I smiled as she turned away from me. I landed the next blow across her tight ass, I used more force than I had the whole time with Rose and Allison quickly pulled up her knees. With her back facing me I knew that her trim shape would expose everything that she had from her asshole to her clit. I quickly lashed upward with the whip and applied a solid covering of all of the tender exposed flesh. She screamed again and quickly thrust her legs back down, and tightly together. The cane marked her flesh with fresh red trails over her hips and back. She turned again to save the tender flesh from its punishment, and it once again exposed her sensitive front to her caress of the cane. Angry red welts rose all over tender tits and stomach. As she tried to move away from me, I let the cane find her sides and thighs. Her body suddenly hung limply as she realized that there was no place that was safe from my lashes. I listened to her whimper as I once again targeted her pubic mound. The lashes made her jump, but she just continued to hang limply. I turned to the rope, and with a quick pull released the end holding her suspended. She tumbled down into the dirt floor. As she lay there with her legs spread, I put the cane across the clit for the first time. Her head snapped up with a wild look in her eyes. No sound came from her, as I move again to get a better position. The whip opened her legs again, and cane lashed out to caress her clit once again. This time, a scream tore though the barn. Not even the gag could muffle it. She curled in a tight ball, but as I moved around behind her, the cane left a red trail from her asshole all the way to her clit. She bucked as she straightened her legs back out. Her hands were cradling her pussy, and it took me two lashes to get her hands out. The next time the whip opened her legs, I swung a vicious blow across her tender inner pussy lips. Since they were so large and her outer lips so small, they were just about the only target available between her legs. I then concentrated on her pussy lips and clit, until she once again lay motionless. She had given up, and waited for the next blow. When I was sure that she was not using this as a way to stop her punishment, I stopped and knelt by her head. As the gag slipped from her mouth, she gasped a big breath of air. It came out in a sniffle, but I expected it. I waited until she focused on me, before I spoke softly to her, "I think that your punishment is paid. What is your opinion?" She silently nodded her head as her lips trembled. I smiled down at her as I nodded, "Now do you remember when I told you to open your mouth, and you refused? I said that you would pay for that." Her eyes got big and she started to cry again. Before she could open her mouth I told her, "If I hear one sound coming out of your mouth, I will start all over again. I don't want to hear any excuses, or begging. You knew the consequences and you made a choice. Now you will pay for that choice." I saw something in her eyes, and she spoke. It was not very stable, and it was soft. I could tell that she was a little horse. "Can you punish me like you did to Rose, and have sex with me?" I smiled down to look at her. She was being a little forward, but I knew there were things that she didn't know. I smiled as I said that if that was what she wanted, then I could punish her in that way. She vigorously nodded her head, as she told me how much she appreciated it. She didn't seem as impressed as I pulled the rope back up. It wasn't nearly as high as it had been; only straightening her arms tightly above her head while she still sat on the ground. I retrieved another pair of ankle cuffs from the bag. As released one of her legs from the ankle cuffs I slipped on the new pair onto the free leg. Then I raised both legs to her suspended wrists and locked the cuffs into place. I stood checking out her new position; she was lightly sitting on the ground with both hands suspended tightly over her head and her ankles securely attached to the outside of her wrists. It opened her pussy nicely, while still giving free access to her firm tits. I smiled down at her as I turned to Rose. "Come here slave." She quickly scrambled to stand in front of me, ignoring the still tender flesh of her pussy. I could see that it was swollen and knew that it had to be painful. Even though Allison didn't know it, hers would be just as painful once the numbness started to wear off. I spoke quietly to Rose, "You know that I will only allow my personal slaves to enjoy pleasure. This slave has not yet asked to be accepted as my slave. She wants her punishment to be sexual stimulation, so you will accomplish this task. You will sexually stimulate her without allowing her to climax. Do you understand the instructions that I have given you?" She nodded as she looked at Allison. I couldn't read her face to know what she was thinking, but I knew that she would do exactly as I had instructed. "Know this; she will cum easily, so be careful. If she is allowed to climax, I will punish you for your failure. I don't think that you can take another session right now, not without drawing blood. I will be watching very closely. Do not disappoint me. A slave of mine is always something special, and I expect only the best from them." I slowly walked around her running my hand around her waist as I walked. As I stood behind her I whispered in a very soft voice, just at her ear. "You have impressed me today, don't let me down now." I turned and walked to the side of Allison and perched on a bucket that I turned over to sit on. As I watched Rose approach her, I casually lit a cigar and made myself comfortable. There was a look on Rose's face that I knew was hard determination, and something else that I couldn't just put my finger on. I watched as Rose carefully positioned herself so that she could get her mouth on Allison's clit. Allison watched without expression as Rose gently began licking and sucking on her clit. I saw Allison flinch as the first touch of her clit reminded her of the torture that she had taken on her clit. Her look quickly changed to one of rapture. Her breathing quickly deepened to almost a steady panting, and I was sure that Rose was going to push her over the top, but as she approached the crest of her pleasure Rose removed her mouth. Allison's eyes shot open and she stared at Rose. Rose didn't even bother to look at her as she gingerly rose to her feet and moved behind her. I was impressed. I don't think that I could have cut it that close and still kept her on the edge. I smiled as I watched a master at work. I guess that it is true that only another woman really knows the fine art of pleasure of a woman. And a woman also knows the frustrations of one better than any man alive. She started a torture that I wasn't sure that I could have come close to. I watched as she knelt behind her and reached around and gently, but firmly took her nipples in her fingers. I watched as she expertly rolled and pulled them, extracting moans and gasps from Allison. When I was sure that Allison had already started her orgasm, Rose suddenly stopped her attentions to her tits. Allison screamed in frustration. Allison called Rose names that I was sure that a sailor in Saigon had never heard. Rose was immune to it as she moved back in front of Allison, to kneel down and work her pussy and asshole with her fingers. I shuddered as I watched the puddle under Allison grow from a single drip of pussy moisture, to a muddy pool almost four inches wide. Her ass was now sitting in mud caused by the drool from her pussy and she didn't seem to even know. I watched as Rose would finger-fuck her until she was panting, and in the beginning throes of orgasm and then stop all stimulation. Allison begged and pleaded for her release, but Rose simply shoved her pussy coated finger into her mouth. I had not realized that she was pushing her farther along until she jerked her fingers out and made Allison scream again in frustration. Her begging was almost a constant droning and I had to admit that it was starting to get to me, and I didn't know how Rose could continue to ignore her pitiful peas. As I stubbed the butt of my cigar out, I casually walked over to Allison. I asked her, "Well, is it everything that you expected? Is the punishment better than the cane and the whip?" Allison's head snapped up at me as I spoke. She laughed almost hysterically as she begged to let her cum. She offered to let me beat her until she bled all over her body; anything to end the torment, and to get the release that she craved. I smiled at her as I shook my head. Rose started on her again; one finger on her clit and one roughly pulling her distended nipples. I watched as Allison once again went to the brink of orgasm, only to be dropped short once again. As she whimpered, I leaned down to explain the facts of life to her. "I hope you remember that you asked for this. But it really is a shame that you can't have an orgasm. You see you won't be allowed any sexual release all the time that you are here." Her eyes snapped up to mine with a true look of fear. It was the first time that I had seen that look on her face. She knew that I was telling her the truth, and it was the most frightening thing that she had ever heard. "You see, I only allow my personal slaves receive sexual release. You are not my personal slave. You are just a slave that is here for training, and nothing more. I might consider accepting you as a personal slave, but only if you beg me to accept you. And you really have to mean it, and accept what that means to be a personal slave." I paused as I watched Rose once again push her to the brink of orgasm. Rose didn't want her to get too far from the peak, as it was getting to be work keeping her on the edge. Once I was sure that she once again was capable to understanding me I continued, "You see as a personal slave I totally and completely own you. Anything that I want, you will do. If I want you selling your pussy on a street corner, you will. If I want to cane your body, until you are nothing more than a bloody pulp; just for my amusement, then I will do that as well. Anything that I want from you is what that is expected, and that is not for everybody, but only the special few. I thought that you might be one of those, but now I'm nor so sure." I went back to sit on my bucket and watch Rose masterfully torture Allison for a while longer. As Allison was dropped short of yet another sexual peak, she suddenly turned to me and blurted out, "Please let me be your personal slave. I will do everything that you ask of me, I swear I will!" I looked at her and shook my head. "You already forgot, weren't you paying attention? I have to believe you, and I certainly don't believe that." I looked at Rose and asked her, "Well Rose, did you believe that she is sincere, and wants to be my slave?" Rose looked at me and shook her head, "No. I don't believe her." She then turned and slapped Allison across the face, and told her, "You disgust me, with your lying." I moved to stand beside Rose, and gently stopped her hand from slapping her again. "Now Rose, she can't help it. She is nothing more than a child, and she still has to act like a child. She has always gotten her own way, and she has used her body to get anything that she wanted. Now her body can't get her what she wants, and she will say or do anything to get what she needs. She is just a spoiled child." I looked at Allison as she flared, "I am not! I truly mean what I say, and I am asking to be your slave. What more do you want of me?" I whispered to Rose in a very soft voice, "Slowly take her as far as you dare, one last time." She nodded as she moved behind Allison, to begin the last trip up the road of sexual torment. I knelt down in front of Allison and spoke softly to her as Rose began her work. "Allison what I said was true, you are nothing be a spoiled child. You have always had your own way, and you have used your body to get the things that you want. But this time, it is your word that matters. I have to believe that you want to serve me, and that you are committed to that. You always have an excuse, or somebody else to explain your failures. In this you have to stand on your own two feet and say yes and live up to it. You have to be responsible. You have to accept the punishment when things go wrong, and you can't point any fingers. It is something that you have never done and I don't think that you can do it. I just don't believe that you have it in you." I looked to see if she was too far gone to answer, but she just stared back at me. Her response was slow in coming and it was spaced with heavy breathing, "I will be responsible, and I still want to be your slave. Please accept me, master." Is sounded sincere for the first time, and I knew that there was a chance that she might actually turn out to be something special after all. It was the first time that I had even considered that she stood a chance. It was then that Allison started a long low pitch wail. Her whole body was shaking and I wasn't sure that Rose hadn't pushed a little too far this time. The wail got louder and more desperate with every second. It didn't take very long to tell that Allison was teetering on the very edge, even a breath across her body might set her over into orgasm, but nature decided not to take a hand, and she suddenly plunged back into the world of sexual frustration and torture. Rose stood beside me panting, in a world of her own frustration. I nodded to the rope and told her to get ready. When Allison was once again aware of her surrounding I knelt in front of her and started to release her ankles. As I lowered her second ankle to the ground, I nodded to Rose and the rope suddenly released the tension on her arms. As I unbuckled her wrists I told her, "Since I am still not sure that I believe you, I will test you. I will see if you have what it takes to be a slave. You are not to touch yourself or anything else to achieve orgasm." As I released each wrist I placed them in her lap. She suddenly jerked her hands behind her and kept them there with a tremendous effort. I returned to my bucket, and before I sat down I lowered my jeans and shorts. My cock was hard that throbbing. Allison didn't miss it as I slowly sat down. She watched it as it waved in the air, throbbing with my pulse. I told Rose to come to me and sit on my cock. She quickly moved to me and in a single motion grabbed my cock, sat and buried it all the way to the depths of her pussy. I couldn't believe the heat inside her pussy as she moaned her pleasure. I moved my hands to cup and hold her breasts as she continued to grind her pussy on my pulsing cock. I whispered to take it slow, as there was still more to come. She began a slow rise and fall on my cock as she settled herself against me; her hip movements adding a new dimension at the bottom of each stroke. I looked to Allison as I explained, "Since I am not sure if I believe you, as I said, I will test you. You complained that I wouldn't allow you sexual release. Now you have no excuse. But you say that you can be my personal slave, and follow any instructions that I give. So we will see if that is true, and if you have the determination that it takes. Your test is this; you will sit right there and masturbate, but you will not cum until I do." I heard her groan, and knew that she was going to be severely tested. I whispered to Rose, "You also will not cum until I do." I heard a similar groan from her as well. My eyes never left Allison as she began a slow masturbation. Her fingers danced all around her clit, but she was careful not to touch it. Her other hand found its way to her nipple, but I was sure that she did not even know that she was doing it. My own fingers were having an effect on Rose's nipples, and I knew that she was watching Allison as she continued her climb to the peak that she had been denied for so long. Rose sped up her on actions and rode my cock harder. Her hips were doing wonderful things as she ground her dripping pussy on my cock. It didn't take long before Allison couldn't even remove her hand from her pussy. Every time that she tried it was back there almost before it left. She had started to shake and tremble as she forced herself from her peak with will power alone, and I noticed that she was pinching her nipple so hard that it had to be causing pain. I knew that she was using that pain to stop herself for plunging over into disgrace. I used my hands to speed up Rose's hips. I was getting close. The atmosphere was one of sexual frenzy, and I was not immune of the sights and sounds. Rose was not in much better condition as she began trembling herself. I felt my orgasm approaching and violently thrust up into Rose as I slammed her hips down to meet my thrusts. As I fired the first blast of cum deep in her pussy, Rose let out a scream, "God yes! He's cumming Allison! Now baby, take it now!" I watched as Allison suddenly tensed; her whole body going stiff. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed as she plunged into her long denied pleasure. Her body began to shake and spasm so hard that she fell over and thrashed all over the ground. The mud caused by her drooling pussy quickly covered most of her lower body. Rose wasn't in much better condition. The force of her orgasm would have had her on the ground was well, but I was holding her against me, as I cock emptied its load into her welcoming depths. The force of her cunt muscles on my cock felt like a vice as they viciously squeezed and attempted to separate my cock from my body. I wasn't concerned though, because I knew that no pussy could exert enough force to clamp through steel; and right now that was what I had between my legs, a cock as hard as steel. I realized that even as Rose and I were leaning against the stall wall, trying to catch our breath that Allison was still locked in the throws of her orgasm. At one point I noticed that Allison's pussy actually ejected a stream of milky liquid and as it hit the ground, it caused the muddy mess covering her body to get a little worse. Once again my envy of women's sexual abilities came out, "God, I wish that I could experience that." I was surprised when Rose whispered back to me, "God, me too." As we looked at each other we smiled. Rose and I had to clean up Allison, before we put her to bed. She wasn't capable of even walking to the house by herself. She was asleep before we even got her into bed. Rose and I had a quiet dinner. Then we sat and talked as I sipped brandy and smoked a cigar in the living room. Rose sat at my feet with her head resting in my lap, as she idly played with my cock. She told me about her failed marriage, and her husband's betrayal. I was surprised as she silently slipped my cock in her mouth and gave me a gentle and slow blow job. Never fast or excited, but soft and experimental, on her part. I enjoyed it immensely. As I came, she quickly sucked everything down that I shot in her mouth. Only after she had gotten everything that she could get did she allow my soft cock to slip from her mouth. I offered her a drink of my brandy, but she shook her head. "You know, that's the first blow job that I ever gave anybody. I always refused my husband anytime that he asked. I thought that it was dirty. And the very idea of swallowing a man's sperm always made me sick at my stomach. But sitting here tonight, thinking of all the things that I have done today that I have never done before, and I wanted to do it for you. You have given me something today, and even though you don't know it, I will always love you for it." She asked if she could go to bed and I nodded absently. As she started for the bed that she shared with Allison I said, "Rose, I know what I offered you today, and I know what you accepted. I also know that you needed it, and you need even more, but don't believe that I will want you forever. This is a training exercise, not a love affair. When it is over, I will send you back. Don't let your emotions destroy you again." She looked at me and nodded her head. She spoke softly, "I know, and I understand. I know that when it's over, then it's over, but you still can't stop me from loving you anyway." She then turned and quietly walked into the bedroom. I marveled at her simple nature, and knew that she was more of a woman in one day, than she had ever been before in her life. ------- Chapter 4 As the sun broke through the window my eyes complained, and brought me to a wakeful grogginess. I realized that I was hearing voices as I slowly opened my eyes. It took a few minutes to understand what I was hearing, and who was talking. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only ten minutes after six. "God these girls get up early," I said as I rolled out of bed and stretched. I could smell coffee in the air as I made my way to my bathroom. I was lucky in that I had a bath connected to the master bedroom. The girls had to go across the hall to visit the bathroom. I decided on a quick shower, as I looked at myself in the mirror. The hot water seemed to send life back through my stiff body. It seemed that each morning it got a little harder to move. I wondered how long it would be before I just said to hell with it, and just didn't waste my time getting up any more. I shook my head as I realized that thoughts like those would destroy me, and I had to focus on the business at hand. Specifically, I had slaves to deal with this morning. I noticed the smell of bacon mingled with the coffee as I opened the bedroom door. I tied my robe as I moved toward the kitchen. As I walked in, it was a sight to see two women naked and working in the kitchen. Allison noticed me first and quickly filled a cup of coffee. I smiled as I took the cup. Rose announced that breakfast would be ready in a couple of minutes, so I sat at the table and watched their asses as the moved around the kitchen. The evidence of yesterdays activities were gone, and replaced with the creamy wiggling flesh, but their movements still belied a soreness. As my breakfast was placed before me, I was surprised to see that both of them assumed places on the floor at my sides. "Have you eaten yet?" Their answer was immediate in coming that they had not. I nodded as I ate my breakfast. "Have you been to the bathroom yet?" Rose answered immediately that she had not, but Allison didn't answer as she looked at the floor. I knew that she had, but since she had been put to bed early, I could understand her need. "Allison, why did you use the bathroom without permission?" I wait for her to answer as I continue my breakfast. "I'm sorry master, but I couldn't wait. I didn't know that I should, until Rose explained it to me." I nodded to her as I looked at Rose. "Allison, I will think up a punishment for you later." Then I turned my attention to Rose, "And just how did you know what you weren't supposed to do, and how to act?" Rose kept her gaze carefully lowered as she answered, "Trixie told me some of the things that you expect of your slaves. I know that I don't know everything, but I did know what you expected of us this morning." Once again, I nodded as I silently ate. When I had finished my bacon and eggs, I ordered Allison to clean the table and to get me more coffee. As she quickly made herself busy, I allowed Rose to use the bathroom. Once Rose returned, I allowed them to fix their breakfast. When Allison put her plate on the table I made a growling noise and she immediately picked her plate back up from the table and looked to me for guidance. I nodded to the floor and she understood. As they took their previous positions they silently ate their breakfast. I explained that I was a very lenient master as I allowed them to use silver-wear to eat wit. Most masters demanded that they eat from their plates like a dog, without the use of their hands. I told them that from this point on, they would eat at my side, unless I instructed them differently. When they were finished with their breakfast, I allowed them to clean the kitchen. When they were finished, I allowed them to sit and have coffee with me. I explained that their drinks were allowed on the table, just so that there wouldn't be any accidents that I would have to punish them for. They both thanked me, as they put their cups on the table before them. I took their heads and gently laid them against my legs, as I ran my fingers through their hair. I felt Rose tentatively wrap her arm around my leg, but I made no motion to stop her. She actually sighed as she just leaned there. After our coffee, I ordered them to rise as I got to my own feet. I put my hand in my robe pocket and my fingers found the delicate chain that I had put there. I had intended to use it the previous day, but Allison's total collapse had interrupted my plans. I faced them as I gently attached each end to their collars. "You are now partners in everything that you do. Where one goes, the other will go. When one of you gets in trouble; both of you will be punished. So you had better keep each other honest. If one of you does something that isn't allowed, and your partner can't stop you, I suggest that you tell me. If I find out about it, I guarantee that I will severely discipline the one that kept the secret. And there is one last thing; that is a security clip, and only I can remove it." I explained that they were allowed free use of all facilities in the bathroom, whenever I sent them in there. Otherwise, it was by special permission only. I then sent them to the bathroom to shower and get cleaned up. I also reminded them that I expected their pussy to be baby smooth at all times, and if they needed a touch-up on their shaving that it would be a good idea. The first few days were a learning experience for both of them, and it took a lot of patience for them to learn to move together and work together. I didn't bother checking on them to see how they managed to sleep, but I assumed that two foot of chain would be plenty of freedom in a bed. I noticed that it was soon difficult to notice. They worked effortlessly together. I did notice a few times that one of them started to get something in the kitchen, while the other one was cooking, but it was a rare occasion. I smiled as I watched them adjust. But adjust they did, and quickly too. It was about a week after they arrived and I decided that it was time for something a little special. I settled myself down in the sofa, and lit a cigar. I called the girls. When they arrived I told them to get me a brandy. I could tell that they suspected that something was different. I never smoked a cigar, or drank unless I was preparing for something. When they handed me my drink I ordered them to sit down in the middle of the floor. They didn't hesitate for an instant, and were sitting side by side. I noticed that the chain had plenty of slack, as it always seemed to. I wondered if it would soon. "Now girls, you have been here for a week, and have learned quite a bit. I think that I shall reward you. You are allowed to masturbate to one orgasm. So if you want a nice big one, you had better work it slow and easy and take your time." Allison's fingers immediately plunged into her hot pussy, as she set out to oblivion. Rose took me at my word and started a slow easy jerk-off session. I smiled at the excellent entertainment, and slid down to make myself comfortable over the long haul. Even though Allison had tried to slow herself down and draw it out, she had cum in a matter of a few minutes. She looked definitely unhappy, but sat back to watch Rose enjoying the gradual buildup toward her own orgasm. It was a very sensual thing to watch. Rose closed her eyes and tuned us both out as her nimble fingers deftly stroked her clit to a mind shattering orgasm. I could see the look of envy on Allison's face, and smiled; because I knew that I often had that same look. As Rose slowly settled back to Earth I cleared my throat, "Now that you are pretty well warmed up; I will allow you to touch, caress, and generally have a good time enjoying yourself in each others arms. But once again you can only have one orgasm each." I settled back to watch round two and knew that it wouldn't last near as long as the first round. Allison made the first move and I had to call it aggressive. She almost threw herself on top of Rose. Rose recovered quickly, and the action was suddenly in full swing. They quickly worked each other to a tremendous orgasm, and I noticed that both of their pussies were so wet that they were both wet all over their thighs. The smell of pussy hung heavy in the air. I ordered them to follow me. I led the way to their bedroom, and opened the closet doors. I quickly found what I was looking for; a nice short mini-skirt and a button down shirt for each of them. I handed them the clothes and watched as they slipped them on. Rose asked to use the bathroom, but I refused her request. It didn't fit with my plans to allow them to clean up. I wanted them to smell just like they were. They followed me out to the car, and we headed off to town. On the way I demanded that each of them tell me of their experience of losing their virginity, in exquisite detail. The smell of pussy in the car was almost strong enough to create a haze in the air. They were so accustomed to their collar and chain, and conscience of their own pussy smells that they forgot that they were wearing a collar, until a little girl at the store asked her mommy about it. Her mommy blushed as she looked me in the eye, but hushed her daughter up and moved off down the isle. I looked back at Allison and Rose and saw that they were looking down and their faces were flushed. I stopped and turned and slapped both of them across the face soundly. Their eyes snapped to me. "If I ever even think that you are embarrassed to be seen wearing my collar, I will pull your collar off you and leave you standing on the street. And I won't give a fuck where you go, or how you get there. Understand that?" They both nodded. I turned and walked away, leaving them to assume the shopping cart duties. From that time on, they met every stare with defiance. I smiled as we passed the women of the town. The girls couldn't hide the smell, and every woman could easily identify exactly what it was. At one point even I had to admit that Allison might have gone a bit too far; a woman had caught the aroma of the girls and made a nasty comment about whores. Allison calmly met her gaze, then casually reached down and pulled her finger through her pussy and brought it up to her lips. The she sensually licked the juices off of her finger. I thought that the woman was going to have a stroke on the spot. When Allison asked her of she wanted a lick, the woman huffed and walked off. I did notice that Rose and Allison exchanged a satisfied smile. I had to admit that I was a little pleased myself. As we got into the car I told the girls, "We have about a five minute drive to the next stop, if you want to masturbate you are allowed one orgasm. But you must be finished when we get there. "Allison didn't waste a second and immediately started a quick finger fucking motion. Rose considered it, and was soon deeply involved in the same motions. I saw a few of the women from the store in the parking lot, and pointed them out to the girls. As we drove by Allison and Rose both made a real show of sucking on their fingers. I pretended to be oblivious to the whole thing. The girls had not only managed to have a violent orgasm, but licked and sucked the juices so thoroughly that the smell had actually dissipated a little. I knew that it wouldn't last long. When we got out of the car at Hopkins Construction, I explained that he was the contractor on the job and they would be dealing with him quite a bit in the coming months. I saw that they both made a point of shifting gears, back into a business mode. It didn't stop their pussies from dribbling juices down their thighs when they got up, but they didn't seem to notice either. I introduced them to Ralph Hopkins, and he immediately asked about the chain. I smiled as I realized that he was the only one that had asked about it. I looked him in the eye and explained that it was a training tool and that they were partners. They were learning the finer points of working together. The chain insured that they were always together and learned cooperation. He thought this over for a few minutes, and then smiled as he said that he liked the idea, and just might use it himself. As I looked at the girls they both showed their appreciation that I had not embarrassed them in front of a man that they would have to work with. I understood how much that could affect their work, and didn't want that to happen to them. We spent a good forty-five minutes going over the plans, and the progress reports. The girls asked for a copy of everything, including his estimated schedule. When he looked at me, I explained that they would be helping me manage the project, and it was all part of the training program. I explained to him that it was a Management principles course. Covering such things as project management, organization, teamwork, communication and people skills were the main objective of the program. The chain not only taught teamwork, but communications as they had to learn to communicate to work together when the chain restricted their movements. He seemed to take all this in, in a whole new light. He was suddenly pandering to the girls every request, and even offering things that I knew that I would have had to demand at gun point. I was smiling as we left the office and headed to the building sight. The girls made notes of how to get out to the property and were surprised at the level of activity. I explained that there was some work that had to be done before the real work could get started, but that it was all important. It was just that some things had to happen first. You can't run your power tools, without electricity. They nodded and seemed to understand the general statement. I could tell that they were taking their assignment seriously, and I was glad to see that. The trip home was quiet, but the girls extruded a definite air of excitement. That night in the living room, the girls showed off their teamwork skills as they worked together to give me pleasure. I have to admit that they did a very good job. Only a few times were both of them trying to do the same thing at the same time. Overall I was impressed with them and their efforts. During the encounter I allowed them as many orgasms as they wanted, as long as they didn't forget the purpose of their task. When we went to bed we were all pretty much tired out, and I know that I slept soundly and peacefully. Things settled down over the next couple of weeks, once the girls began their task of actually directing the project. Rose was a tyrant on financial matters. She checked all expenditures watching for any false charges. Ralph ended up with a real dislike for Rose, but I loved every minute of it. I had warned him that I would watch every penny, and now he believed me. Once they got their bearings, it quickly got to the point that I didn't even have to go out to the property. So I spent my time with Jim and Mary. They were enjoying their new relationship, and I loved to be around them. I found that they liked the fact that somebody knew the truth, and they had someone to talk to. It was a couple of months later that the major change happened in our quiet existence. Where Rose had thrived in her role of slave and took every opportunity to please me in any way that she could, Allison always seemed to have an attitude that didn't fit. She was submissive and generally happy. She obeyed all instructions to the letter, but still there was something that just didn't fit. I couldn't put my finger on it. I decided to spend more time at the house. I watched everything that they did, and every move that they made. During the day, while they were gone I went over everything in my mind. There was something fundamental that I just couldn't put my finger on. I had studied them both for more than a week and it was almost there, like when you know an answer, but it just won't come to you. It was early the next morning that I was lying in bed. The sun wasn't up yet when I heard the girls moving around. I listened to them talk in the quiet house, "Damn it Allison, why do you always have to do your fucking hair first thing in the morning? Can't we get the coffee started first?" I smiled as I listened. Allison seemed a little miffed as she responded, "Look Rose, just because you don't give a shit about yourself any more is no reason that I have to look bad. I still have my pride." Suddenly my eyes snapped wide open. That was what had happened. Where she might have allowed herself to be dominated, she had only played the game. She had not given herself to me completely. She had only done what she had to, to get what she wanted. Once again she had gotten over on somebody, and this time it was me. I had had the wool pulled over my eyes, and I hadn't even seen it. Now I was mad. I thought about it for a while until a solution came to me. I would plan it out very carefully. Once the girls left for the property I collected my things and set out. It was going to be a busy day, and I had a lot to get done. The guy at the lumber yard listened to my needs carefully and nodded his head. He had something that might work, and he knew a guy that could rig everything up for me. I smiled as I asked if he could arrange it for me. Once he found out that it was my place that Ralph was working on, he had a big smile for me and said that he was sure that he could have everything done in a couple of days and would even deliver it. I smiled and told him that I really appreciated it. As I turned to leave, he asked me what I wanted it for, and I stopped and thought for a minute before I answered, "I need to teach somebody a lesson." He shrugged and I headed out for my next stop. Actually it was six stops later that I found exactly what I was looking for, and we haggled over the price a bit. Once we were both satisfied, I paid, and asked if I could pick it up in a few days. It was agreeable, and I had everything in place. I just had to wait until everything came together. The next few days were torture for me. I wanted to handle things now, but waiting was much more personal, and I had a small score to settle. I didn't know how she was going to react, but my anger wouldn't allow me to do anything less. I had to push a little to get my rig by Friday, but I didn't want to wait until Saturday. Allison wouldn't be there Friday to see it delivered, but she would be there on Saturday. Waiting until Monday was totally out of the question. I had waited long enough. I passed the time making a new clip chain from the remaining length. This one was about four and a half feet long. I smiled as I placed it on a shelf in the barn. I knew that I would soon need that chain. Friday came, and true to his word, he delivered the rig. I had him unload it in the barn. As he drove away I examined every joint of it. It was a thing of beauty. Excellent workmanship and built to last a lifetime. I couldn't imagine using it more than once or twice, but even once was worth every penny to me. It looked to be made from a section of telephone pole. At least the diameter was about right. It was about three feet long and padded, it was then covered in good durable leather. It then had four legs attached to it, and it started to look like a saw horse. It was heavy and couldn't be tipped over or even slid without effort. The legs were covered in the same leather, but without the padding. The legs were adjustable, both in the width and the height. That had been the real challenge. It had been accomplished with a screw adjustment. The legs were actually made of hollow metal tubing; it was heavy gauge steel and dependable. I checked the adjustments and noted that I could lower the whole thing to two and a half feet high, or raise it up to almost four feet. I smiled as I played with my new toy. It reminded me of a modified pommel horse. Yes tonight was going to be a night of retribution. I quickly ran out and picked up the last item of my plans. I smiled as I loaded it into the SUV that I had recently bought. I found myself humming a happy tune as I drove back to the farm. I had a little more than an hour and then life would get complicated for Allison. I unloaded the SUV into the barn and got everything prepared. I buckled a pair of ankle cuffs onto the legs on one side, and a pair of wrist cuffs onto the other side. When she was leaned over the horse, and her ankles and wrists were secured she wouldn't be able to move a muscle, and her ass would be completely defenseless. That evening after the girls had removed their clothes, I called them to me. When they were standing in front of me I calmly reached up and used my little security tool and unclipped the chain at Rose's collar. Then I unclipped the chain at Allison's collar. I looked at them and explained that they would not be chained together any longer as I had decided that they each needed some specialized training. A look of apprehension passed over their faces, but I didn't give anything away. I reached over to the table and picked up the cane and the whip. I had taken them out earlier. They both looked scared as I ordered them to the barn. They both knew that I would punish them for any infraction of the rules, but as yet I had not used the cane again. I had used the whip a time or two, but nothing serious was done. Ten lashes here or fifteen there, and it was over. Now that I had the cane in my hand their feet moved slowly and in the silence you could almost hear their hearts pounding. When they walked into the barn the horse was immediately visible. It dominated the room with its sinister appearance. I ordered Allison over the horse. She had tears in her eyes already, but she didn't argue, or complain. I instructed Rose to buckle the cuffs on her wrists, and she had better do a proper job of it. While she worked I quickly secured Allison's ankles. Once she was all buckled in I started to adjust the width of her legs. As I turned the handle her legs continued to move apart, until they were so wide that I wasn't sure that she could be spread much further. I decided that I didn't need that much and backed it off, until I knew that she would be comfortable. I didn't want this to end too soon. Next I got a yard stick from the wall and held it to her ass. Then I started to adjust the height. When I had it exactly where I wanted it I move it down one inch more. I smiled as I surveyed the situation. I moved to talk with Allison. "Well you managed to screw me over, didn't you?" She looked confused, and denied that she had done anything to hurt me. I smiled as I explained, "That is only partially true. What you have done is to lie to me. You have actually managed to once again get what you wanted, by saying and doing what you had to do. You told me that you wanted me to accept you as my slave. But you don't want to be my slave, and you never did. You said what you needed to just to get what you wanted. And I was stupid enough to believe it." Allison was shaking her head no, but I knew that it was true. Now I just needed to make sure that she knew that I knew what she had done. "Listen to me, when your training is over you will go back to your life and nothing will be any different, will it. Everything will be exactly the same in your person life, won't it?" she seemed confused but she nodded her head that I was right. I smiled as I continued, "That means that you have lied to me. If you were totally my slave your life would never be the same again. If you don't believe me, just ask Rose. Her life changed the very first day that she became my slave. Her life will never be exactly the same again. What she has learned will forever change her life. Won't it Rose?" There was a soft voice from behind me, "Yes master. My life will never be the same again. It is for the better, but it comes at a terrible price. It means that I will have to loose you." She had a tear on her face, but I couldn't allow myself to be side tracked. I turned to Rose, "Well what do you think that I should do to her for lying and deceiving me?" Rose's voice was strong now, and filled with anger, "Whip the fucking bitch until she bleeds. Leave your marks all over her lying body." I smiled to her, but shook my head. I told her, "That might be a little too much, but she does need to learn a lesson; one that would give her a new perspective about herself." I pitched the Ball gag to Rose and told her to put it in. When Allison wasn't overly helpful, I landed a lash of the cane across her ass. Her mouth opened widely instantly. There was a scream, but it was cut off quickly as the gag slipped into place. The buckle secured it, once again making the barn quiet. I instructed Rose to make Allison cum until she had her hot juices running down her legs. I watched as Rose knelt down and began to lick and suck Allison's hard protruding clit. I knew what Allison thought that we would be doing, but once again she was wrong about what to expect. I settled back on my bucket to watch Rose work her magic. It didn't take long before Allison was bucking and thrashing almost constantly, and I knew from the smell that she was well on her way toward the state that I wanted. As the smell got stronger I smiled as I moved behind Rose and whispered to her, "When you get her hot this time, start holding her back again. I want her begging for it. When you are sure that she is ready, let me know." I saw the look that Rose gave me. I could tell that she didn't know what I had in mind, but she would follow me to the ends of the earth. I just hoped that this was something that she could understand. It didn't take long before Allison was making her point that she wanted to cum. I knew from experience with her that she would agree to anything to have the release that she desired. I would give her a just what she wanted. When Rose stood back and nodded I could see the juices on both of Allison's thighs, and almost down to her knees. She was bucking in frustration. I smiled as I walked to Rose, "From this point on, I don't want to hear anything from you. No sounds of any kind, until I tell you otherwise, understand?" She nodded as I moved toward the back door of the barn. It didn't take long before I was walking back into the barn, leading a large and fit Great Dane. I saw the look on Rose's face, but she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth to stop any noise from escaping. I smiled a wicked smile to her, as I lead the large dog over to Allison. With her head hanging down she couldn't see anything happening in front of her, unless she strained her neck painfully. I stopped a distance away from her and asked, "Well do you want to cum yet?" Her reaction was immediate as she shook her head. I smiled as I asked her, "And I suppose that you will do anything to be allowed to cum?" Once again she shook her head. I knew the answers, but I had to make her say it, just for my own amusement. I walked the big dog up until she could see his feet. His sensitive nose caught the smell pervading the whole end of the barn and his interest perked up. I knelt beside her and said, "well your request is about to be granted. I have gotten you a special partner for you pleasure. His name is Lover Boy, and he is almost tireless in his activities. And I will make sure that he does a good job." She was screaming behind the gag and shaking her head no, but I didn't pay any attention as I led the huge animal around to the business end of Allison. As he got closer to her his ears perked up to complete attention. As I moved him behind her he dipped his head, and his tongue started his attentions on Allison. She screamed again, but I could tell that his long tongue was having an effect on her. It didn't take him long before he was ready for some more direct action than his licking. I watched as her easily jumped up on Allison's back with his front feet resting on the horse. I had positioned Allison to the exact height of his cock and knew that it would be an easy fitting. Allison screamed again as she felt his cock plunge all the way into her in a single thrust. He immediately started a rapid machine gun thrusting. I moved behind him and gave him a good solid push on his ass. I was surprised to hear Rose gasp. She obviously knew exactly what I was doing. It didn't take more than a few seconds before Allison screamed again, this time from her orgasm. I knew that her pussy would be clasping and grasping the cock in her pussy. It didn't take long before his watery doggie sperm was running out of her pussy in a steady stream. When it stopped, I released his ass and stood back to examine the still thrusting couple. I casually unbuckled and removed the gag. Allison immediately screamed at me, "What are you going, for God's sake get him out of me!" I looked at her with a smile as I casually answered her, "Well I can do it, but I really don't think that you want me to do that. You see, I guess that you don't know much about how dogs fuck. There is a knot at the base of their cock. Once they are mated their knot swells and keeps them mated until he has stopped spurting all of his sperm. His knot is now deeply buried in your pussy. It is almost the size of a softball. And where it doesn't cause you any discomfort while it is in you, do you think that you want to feel a softball ripped out of your pussy? I will do it if you want me to, but I think that you should consider it carefully." I waited until she started to sob; she shook her head no before she asked, "How long before it will go back down?" I considered, "Hmmmm, well that might be a bit. Every dog is different, but most of the time it takes about fifteen minutes. But I should tell you that it will probably take quite a while longer. But it will all depend on you. You see; the more that you grasp his cock with your pussy, the longer that it will take. And once his knot swells to its largest size, it will stretch your pussy to the maximum. That will pull your clit right against the back of his knot and you will cum. You will cause him to stay hard longer. And there are other things that will send you into orgasm. Each time that you have another orgasm; it will take longer for him to get finished. Oh, and one more thing; you can try to hold it back. But if you tighten the muscles of your cunt, it will accomplish the same thing." I smiled as I stood, and Allison moaned in despair. Yes, revenge is a dish best served cold. As I walked back to my bucket I saw that Rose's eyes were glued to Allison's stretched pussy. She had her hand in her pussy, furiously stroking her clit. I was sure that she wasn't even aware that she was doing it. I had to admit that it was an erotic sight. I slapped her hand as I reached her and her eyes instantly looked at her hand. She couldn't believe where her hand was. I smiled as I unbuckled my belt and dropped my jeans and shorts. My cock was sticking out hard and straight. I sat and told Rose to sit on my cock, as I wanted to watch the show. She sat with her back to me and we both watched as Allison began to fill up with the trapped fluids; hers and Lover Boys. We watched her thrash in orgasm time and again and knew that she was lost in a world of her own. I don't even think that she remembered that it was a dog's hard cock in her throbbing cunt. Rose and I had been doing everything that we could to hold our orgasms back. We were both waiting for the big event. Neither of us had said a word, but we both knew. When it came I blasted a load of got gooey spunk in Rose as she clamped and squeezed my throbbing cock with her own climax. As Lover Boy slipped from Allison's swollen pussy a small river of juices flowed out of her. The sudden release of the pent up fluids gushing across her clit, sent her off again as both of her legs were covered with the mixture of their hot juices. All things considered, it was a terribly erotic sight, as Lover Boy began licking the juices from her legs, then his own almost totally soft cock. I motioned to Rose and we move to unfasten Allison from the horse. She was totally spent and just slid to the ground. It was then that I got the new chain that I had made. I clipped it onto her collar and then I clipped the other end to Lover Boy. She looked mildly confused, but I explained. "From now on he is your new responsibility. The rules will not change about when you are at the farm, you will wear no clothes. But, there is one change. As long as you have no clothes on, you are expected to be available to Lover Boy any time that he wants to take you. That means any where and any time that he wants you, you will service him. When you are dressed, you will control him, but the rest of the time he will control you. If you refuse him, I will punish you severely, and then you will be put on the horse. Then he will take you. So you see; one way or the other it will happen." Allison was crushed as she asked me why. I just looked at her and said that I had already answered that question. Allison found that the leash was a bit more difficult to handle. As went back to the house, I reminded the girls that they still needed to fix dinner. It was something to watch with Allison constantly being pulled first one way, then the other while she tried to work. I allowed the girls to begin sitting in chairs, and they were both pleased. At least until Allison found that the chair put her pussy in easy reach to Lover Boy's interested nose. I also removed the restriction on the bathroom for both of them, unless I gave specific orders to the contrary. One final change that I made was that Rose was going to begin sleeping with me. This would allow Allison free movement with her new lover. I explained that Rose shouldn't have to be woken up each time that Allison had some activity to take care of. Rose was excited, but Allison didn't share her excitement. The weekend proved to be an almost constant doggie orgy. I saw more of Allison's back than her face the whole weekend. It was also very exciting watching her become more and more sexually responsive with each coupling. Rose noticed it too, but I silenced her before she could make a comment that Allison might hear. She hadn't noticed her own reactions, but she was showing less reluctance each time that he made his desires known. On Sunday evening I told them that Rose would handle all of the work assignments for the week, and that Allison would be spending her time at the farm. Allison saw her chance at recovery instantly gone, but knew better than to open her mouth. Her week of servitude began in earnest on Monday morning. I made sure that she had plenty of things that she needed to get done around the house, such as cleaning, and laundry. Lover Boy managed to keep her busy the rest of the time. On a few occasions I even added to her duties by demanding a blow job while Lover Boy pounded her ass. By Friday she was taking everything in stride, including her new lover. I now saw that while we sat and talked, or read in the evening she was constantly stroking his head or body. Once I even caught her idly stroking his cock and trying to get him hard. Rose and I watch her get mounted a few minutes later. I noticed the number of orgasms that wracked her body and how long she managed to keep him buried in her throbbing pussy. She had quickly become accustomed to her new role. I was curious what surprises and changes the next week would bring. I gave Rose instructions to help Allison with Lover Boy, if she needed it. I also told her to make sure that none of the men gave her a hard time about her being leashed to a dog. She nodded her understanding. The first few days were a difficult time. Lover Boy couldn't understand why he couldn't mount Allison whenever he wanted, but he soon associated it with her clothes; then things settled down and got back to normal. The word spread of course, but Allison endured the sly comments. Once they figured out that she would make their lives miserable, any comments were kept to themselves. So things continued to move along at a good pace. It was a month later that I decided to give Allison her final test. That would determine whether she stayed, or I sent her back. It was her last chance. I waited until Friday evening at dinner to give her the news. "Allison, I got a call today from the breeders, where I got Lover Boy. They need him back now, so tomorrow I will have to return him. Since he will be going back, you will no longer have any sexual contact with him. Tomorrow your chain will come off." Things were very quiet all evening, and I watched things very closely. Allison had tears in her eyes most of the time, but I wasn't sure of the reason. I would have to wait to see what happened. The smell of coffee led me to the kitchen. When I entered I saw that Allison was sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee. Where this normally wouldn't have been a big deal, I had not given them permission to eat or drink anything without my express authorization; at least not yet. When I looked at her I could see that her eyes were very red, and it didn't look like she had slept. I thought that the situation had possibilities. I cleared my throat and she looked up at me. I nodded to the cup, and as she looked down she shrugged. As I sat down I told her to get me a cup of coffee. She moved numbly, but as she sat back down I told her that her lack of following the rules would cost her some punishment. She just hung her head and said, "What's a little more? It really doesn't matter any more. I just don't care about anything any more." I smiled as I asked her, "A little more? Is there some reason that you will be punished?" I looked at her and she didn't even bother to raise her head. She just nodded her head, and then she answered in a tired voice. "I know that you will punish me, but I don't care any more. I know that you said that I couldn't have any more sexual contact with Lover Boy, but I couldn't refuse him. I knew that it would be our last night together, and when he wanted to make love to me, I let him. I know what you are going to say, and he does make love to me, not just mount and use me. He really loves me, and I love him." At this point she put her hands over her face and cried. I sipped my coffee as I watched her. She had finally found her master, and it had four legs. It wasn't as strange as it might have seemed. I had suspected that many of the women that I had met had relationships with their dogs. I asked, "Since you are going to be punished for your disobedience I hope that you enjoyed yourself." She didn't look up as she answered, "I did enjoy myself more than you would ever believe, but I didn't have a single orgasm. I was too upset to get off, but I did enjoy myself as I gave him pleasure. You would probably never understand that, and will even laugh at me, but I don't care." Allison surprised me by giving herself totally to him. For the first time since she had been at the farm, maybe in her whole life, she knew what it meant to receive pleasure in the giving of pleasure. Putting herself after another's needs was not what she normally would have done. "What punishment do you think that I should give you? I waited as she sniffled a little before she answered, "I don't care, do whatever you want. It won't compare to the pain that I already feel." I couldn't help smiling, but Allison never saw, as she never once raised her head. My voice turned cold, "OK, if that is the way that you want it, then that is the way that it will be. I will give you the cruelest punishment that I can think of. I will be right back, and when I get back you had better have your ass on the floor and waiting for me." As I left the room I saw that she was slowly getting to her feet, and I knew that she would be waiting. It took me a few minutes of searching in the gym bag to find what I was looking for. When I found it I smiled to myself. I put it in my hand and closed my fist around it. When I got back into the kitchen, she was indeed kneeling on the floor, waiting for my return. She still never looked up as I stood before her. I ordered her to hold out her hands, palms up. She did as she was ordered. I put what I had carried into her hands and closed both hands around it. I then held her hands closed very tightly as I spoke it her. "Allison, this is going to be the cruelest thing that I have ever done to anybody. I hope that one day you will forgive me. At first you wouldn't understand what why it is cruel, but one day you will, and it is then I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me." I then released her hands and she looked at what I had placed there. In her hands she found one of the elegant leashes. It was about four feet long, with a leather strap handle on one end and a regular clip latch on the other, but the chain was the delicate fine chain. It gleamed in the morning sun and reflected the light like diamonds in her eyes. She looked confused as she looked up to me, not comprehending the meaning. I smiled at her as I answered the questioning look. "Lover Boy is now yours. And only yours for the rest of your life, nobody will ever ask for him or demand that you give him up. He is completely yours." She stared as it sank in, and when she was sure that she had heard me right, she immediately jumped to her feet and covered me with kisses. She was hugging and kissing me so much that I thought that she might smoother me. When she finally got control of herself, concern once again filled her face. "What about the breeder, you said that they wanted him back?" I shrugged as I said, "I lied. I didn't know how you felt and I was releasing you from your punishment. I bought him, and I would have kept him, but I now know that you love him. I would never have given him to you, unless I was very sure that you loved him. I never wanted him mistreated, and that is the one thing that I am now sure that you will never do." She had a big smile on her face again, as she launched herself at me again. As she started to leave the kitchen, I stopped her. "Oh yea, one more thing; the ban on your sexual activities is lifted, but don't forget that you still have other sexual duties and I expect you to honor them." She ran back to me and gave me such a passionate kiss that it left no doubt that her libido was in full gear. As she ran for the bedroom that she shared with Lover Boy I wondered if we would even see her today. I shrugged as I sat back down to finish my coffee. Once Rose sat with her coffee, I told her of the mornings events. She was happy for Allison, and I knew that it was sincere. Rose asked if she would need to work alone the next week, and I replied that I didn't think that it would be necessary, they would have plenty of time together, for the rest of their lives. We both smiled as we heard Allison scream in orgasm. Things did settle down then. We fell into a routine and we were all pretty content. In the evening we would all sit around and talk, or read. Rose still sat at my feet with her head resting on my leg. She was at my beck and call. Anything that I even thought of asking for, she would immediately run and get it. She often idly played with my cock, and any time that it showed any interest in her actions she would have it in her mouth before I even knew what was happening. One evening I was reading as Allison was bending over the sofa. Lover Boy had just knotted to her, and Rose slid my cock into her mouth. I continued to read as Rose slowly worked her magic on my cock. She had become very talented with that mouth, and I was going to miss her when she was gone. I heard the car before the others, and as I glanced out the window I saw that it was Jim and Mary. I smiled as I knew that they would probably be shocked. Rose heard it next and found my hand on her head as she started to raise her head. I shook my head and she continued. Allison was only dimly aware that anything was going on, and a bomb probably could have gone off without her noticing, but Lover boy's instincts were a little different. It drew Allison's attention, and I voiced my insistence that everything was all right. Once Allison reassured him, Lover Boy ignored the interruption. I told Rose to answer the door, then she was to resume her former activities. She didn't seem the least disturbed as she went to the door. She acted as though it were natural that she should answer the door wearing nothing but a smile. Jim and Mary were a little taken aback, but they pretended that nothing was amiss. When Rose seated herself back at my feet and resumed her attentions to my cock, they both stared. I watched as suddenly Mary grasped Jim's Arm as she had noticed the other occupants in the room. When Jim saw Allison, he gasped at the sight. I knew that Allison was involved in an orgasm at the moment, and couldn't care less what anybody thought. It was probably the movement that she had made that had brought her to Mary's attention. I smiled and nodded to the open area of the sofa, and offered them a seat. I marveled at their attempts to take in everything and to accept it, their show of calm was interesting to watch. I saw Jim's cock began moving in his pants as he took the seat closest to Allison. It commanded the best view. Mary wasn't immune to the action either, and her seat gave her a view that most people would have killed for. After a couple of minutes I cleared my throat a couple of times before either of them noticed the sound. Once again it was Mary tugging on Jim's arm that got his attention. The hard cock in Jim's lap got Mary's attention. "So how have the two of you been?" I asked the question lightly, but I had to admit that there wasn't much light in the room, and it was getting more interesting by the minute. It was Jim's turn to clear his throat, but in his case there was a reason. I imagined that his heart had probably moved there as he had watched the action in the room. "We thought that we would stop by and see of you needed anything, but it looks like there isn't much more that you could handle." I smiled at the comment, oh how little he really knew. It had only taken about five minutes of Rose's talented attention and I had to hold up a hand to stop the conversation to cum in her mouth. When I was finished I smiled and continued like nothing had happened. In this house that was a true statement, but I knew that they weren't used to others putting on a show in the living room when they went calling. They did adapt well, and we talked about many things of interest. At one point Rose asked a question when it was obvious to her that it effected her work. I smiled as she found out what she wanted, then went back to rubbing her face on my bare leg and idly toying with my soft cock. It was about fifteen minutes later that Lover Boy dismounted from Allison and moved over to lay at the edge of the sofa that had become his normal position. It would end up being at Allison's feet, when she sat down. She had just barely managed to get the towel under her before he pulled out, and Jim and Mary watched with interest as a small river of juices ran from her pussy. Allison kept a towel with her constantly. She had learned the first week that if she allowed their juices to make a mess that I would make her clean it up with her tongue. Since then she had done a little cleaning without being told, and used the towel to clean her face when she was finished. I suspected that she had developed a taste of their juices, and dog cum in particular. As she finished cleaning up she sat on the end of the sofa very lady like and introduced her self. I was surprised when she said that she was my personal slave, and Lover Boy's very attentive bitch. Mary blushed and Jim made a little choking sound. I smiled to myself. The evening went pretty good and everyone got alone well together, once they got to know each other. I had to admit that I enjoyed the company and found it different. The girls learned that even with guests I expected them to act as my slaves. There was only one interruption to the evening, and I was surprised when I answered the phone to the voice of Kelly, my ex-wife. She only called when she wanted money, and I found that this call was nothing different. After I hung up I realized that I would have to explain a little as my side of the conversation made me sound like an idiot with a one and two syllable vocabulary. I simplified it as much as possible, and explained that she was nothing but a money grubbing slut, and she only called when she wanted cash. There were a few questions, but I answered them as quickly as possible and moved the conversation to another avenue. It was starting to get late when I asked Jim and Mary if there was a special reason for their visit. It got very quiet, and I knew that something important was in the air. It was Mary that broke the silence when she finally blurted out that she was pregnant. I smiled and offered my congratulations. Mary smiled, but Jim wasn't smiling. I asked him if he wasn't pleased, and he said that he was, but that it was creating problems. I raised an eyebrow and asked what that might be. He cleared his throat and said that there was no way that he could let Mary have the child. I looked at Mary and saw that she had tears in her eyes. I asked Jim why, and he explained that there was no way that Mary could name him as the father, at least not without ruining them both. And since she hadn't been seeing anybody there was no way that she could claim that somebody else was the father. There was just no way out for them, and still be able to live in Haven. Jim then asked if I had any connections that I could contact, that wouldn't ask any questions. He said that he would be most grateful. I thought for a moment before I asked, "Tell me Jim, do you want this baby? Or is this just an excuse to get rid of it?" Jim looked shocked as he stared at me. I could see his temper flare up as he spat the words out, "Of course I want the baby. I love Mary and I love that baby all ready, but we are trapped." I nodded and said that I had a solution, if they were interested. They both looked at me hard, and once I was sure that they wanted to hear what I had to say, I continued. "It is all very simple. Just name me as the father. If needed, I will stand on the courthouse steps and proclaim that I did the deed. But of course I refuse to marry her, as I am sure that it was all some plot to force me into marriage." I smiled as they began to see the light at the end of the tunnel. "You would really do something like that for us? Let everybody think that you were the father. Your reputation would be destroyed." I smiled to them and said that I really didn't give a shit what other people thought, and that I would be happy to do it. I also smiled and winked as I added, "And besides, just what makes you think that my reputation would be destroyed? With such a fine looking woman as Mary, it just might help my reputation. How many men can make that claim? I will be envied by every man in town. As long as you can live with the talk, I can too." Before I knew what was happening Mary was in my lap, kissing and hugging me, and I found Jim pumping my hand as both of them had tears in their eyes. They didn't stay long after that, and I imagine that they had some pressing business that needed their immediate attention. I was only curios if they would make it home first, or if they would have to stop on a deserted road and take care of the business. I smiled as I watched them drive away. When they were gone, I said that it was time for bed. When I turned around I found both women looking at me, and they weren't making any move to head to bed. I looked expectantly to them and it was Allison that said, "If you keep coming to every ones rescue we are going to have to get you a cape, and paint a big 'S' on your chest. Rose told me what Trixie used to be like, and now you are helping us. And that was just about the noblest thing that I have ever seen in my life. Jesus Ray, is there anything that you won't do for somebody?" I frowned for a minute, before I said that yes there was. "I would be roasted in hell before I gave one penny to my ex-wife that I didn't have to. I then headed to bed without another word, and I didn't look back. ------- Chapter 5 Allison had asked me to write another check. I seemed to always be writing checks. The development contract called for payments at each stage of completion. When the slab was poured, I had to write a check. When the frame was complete, I had to write a check. If the contractor wiped his ass, I probably had to write a check for that as well. The only saving grace was that I knew that both Allison and Rose were constantly checking the work and the accounts. Anything that they didn't like was immediately called to account, and it didn't take Ralph long to realize that there was going to be no padding of this bill. If there was a charge that somebody didn't understand, it got explained until they did. On one occasion Rose didn't understand a charge and no matter how much Ralph explained, she just couldn't grasp the idea. She demanded to be taken and shown exactly what it was. It took Ralph more than two hours, but Rose finally got the idea. Once she did understand completely what he was talking about, and the complete reason behind it, as he explained it, she told him that it was unacceptable and would no longer be an acceptable charge. She told him he was just padding the bills with useless work. Even though he was furious, there were no more charges that he could not explain. I listened to them in the evenings as they explained their actions, and what they learned. I would give advice and guidance on how to handle the situations to best accomplish what they wanted to get done. They listened closely and asked questions when they didn't understand something. Many times I had to explain things more than once, until I touched on something that they could relate to. Then they would suddenly see the point that I was trying to make. Once they understood a concept, I would expand on it until I was sure that they understood all of the benefits and the pitfalls that they faced. When I was sure that they had gotten all of the information, I would ask them to give me situations of using each thing that I had explained. When I was sure that they had learned correctly, I would praise them for their knowledge, and reward them for their efforts. Rewards included things like using the bathroom without my consent, getting something to drink without my consent, and a host of other things that all were small concessions to returning them back to the world of normal people, with the right to care for them selves. I was surprised when Rose asked if the girls could go shopping for appliances for the kitchen. I had not considered the issue, and more or less thought that I would deal with it when everything was finished. They both said that if the construction was done with the appliances already available, it would look much better. I thought about it and realized that they were probably right. It would also reduce any modifications to the constructions if it was all set up correctly the first time, rather then installed later. Their logic was good and I told them that they could handle it. I found that I had created a monster. Once the appliances were bought and delivered, they wanted to shop for other things, such as mirrors and furnishings to match the fittings that they had specified. It was easier to let them have their fun, than to tell them no. Besides I knew that I would have to do all of these things later, if they didn't do them now, and I really didn't like doing such things, if it could be avoided. After I saw the pattern, I decided to make things easier for everybody. I took them down to the bank and opened an account that they could write checks on. It was a special account that required both of their signatures on each check. I didn't think that both of them would try to cheat me. One maybe, but both didn't sound likely. Besides, I really trusted both of them. I slept in the same house with them. If I didn't know them by now, then I never would. I transferred a large sum of money into the account. I also explained that it was for the construction payments as well as anything else that they wanted to get for the house. I also explained that I did not expect them to clean out the account. I really wasn't worried as I could afford it if they did, with the bargain that I gotten on the land, a little waste was acceptable. But I didn't think that they would do that. Not with as close as they watched the charges on the project. It left time, to pursue my own pleasures. I enjoyed reading; it was something that I had never seemed to find the time to do. I would sit in the afternoons with a book and a cold glass of tea, or a soft drink and just enjoy myself. It was luxurious in a way that I could only dream about. Classic books that I had never had the time to read as well as technical journals were quickly devoured. I loved every second. In the evenings, after the girls had told me about their day over dinner, sometimes we would all just read, or there were times that one of us would read aloud. I fostered the belief that reading was a true entertainment to the girls, and they soon began to find their own love for it. Sometimes we would even sit and discuss what we had read. Talk about the hidden meanings behind the story. It was a time of complete joy for me, and I believed that the girls loved it too. I enjoyed lunches with Mary very often. We were seen together everywhere that we could think of. Lunches and shopping trips were the easiest to manage, but we found some time to be seen together in some little out of the way places, just sitting and talking. At least that was all that we were doing, but I knew that the gossip mongers would be having a field day. They already knew about Allison and Rose, and now with Mary it seemed that there was no woman in town that was safe from me. I saw women grab their daughter's hands and drag them away when I walked down the street. I also noticed that those same mothers were giving me a through once over, and sometimes a flirting smile. I accepted it all, and even blew a few kisses to the flirts. I knew what was being speculated, and I never did anything to dispel it. I added to it in many cases. It all would serve a purpose. It was on a Wednesday, over dinner, that the girls asked me to meet them for lunch the next day. I was a bit surprised. They didn't usually ask me to join them. I knew that they would never reject my presence if I showed up, and in many cases would even adjust their schedules to please me. But in general they had been very busy shopping and looking after small matters, I didn't think that they would even take time for lunch. I had thought that from their conversations they just grabbed something while they went from one place to another. When they would be spending the day at the job site, they would carry their lunch as it was the normal custom for us. I considered it for a moment, and knew that there was probably a reason. If they wanted to talk over lunch, I would indulge them; I agreed. Rose smiled and said that the reservations had already been made. When she told me the restaurant I realized that it wasn't even in Haven, and I frowned. When she noticed she told me to cheer up as they thought that I would like someplace nice for a change. I still didn't like the idea, as it was too much out of character for either of them, but I relaxed. We spent the evening as we usually did, but I noticed that Rose was more affectionate then usual. Her obvious attentions kept her between my legs most of the evening. Allison also displayed a salacious appetite. She started her evening in the floor giving Lover Boy a blow job, an activity that she had started spending much more time on lately. I thought that she was developing quite a taste for him, in every respect. I didn't get much reading done, but I had to admit that I enjoyed the attempt. That night I managed to cum in every sexual cavity that Rose possessed. We didn't feel the least inhibited doing all of the things in front of Allison. She watched as Rose swallowed my cock, then she showed her skill swallowing Lover Boy. When Rose sat on my cock and started a quick pumping motion, we heard Allison sigh as Lover Boy mounted her and began his own rapid thrusting. We saw her watching us, just as she knew that we were watching her. We all rested in the middle of the floor, laying on each other. Allison then watched as I eased my cock into Rose's tight ass and gently began a deep slow thrusting motion. As she crawled over and rested her head on Rose's back as she reached under her and started to play with her nipples. She said, "That is the one thing that I just don't think that Lover Boy can do for me. He is just too big and violent for my ass. I sure wish that he could though. I really miss have a hard cock in my ass sometimes." I noticed Rose turn her head, and I saw them kiss. I smiled to myself as I started to pick up speed. By the time we headed for bed, all we wanted to do was sleep. I was asleep almost before my head hit the pillow. It took almost forty minutes to get to the restaurant, and I didn't see the girl's car. I didn't know if I was early, but I was on time for the reservation. I shrugged and went inside. There was a line, but since I had a reservation I walked past them and up to the reservations desk. As soon as I gave my name, a smile crossed the girl's face and she asked me to follow her. She led me back past crowded tables, toward a private dining room. I looked at her funny as she led me inside. In the middle of the room sat a single table. At the table sat Jacob, Fred and Trixie. I realized that I had been had. I smiled as I walked over. Jacob saw me come into the room, and walked to meet me. As he was shaking my hand, Fred joined him and we shook hands before he dropped my hand and grabbed me in a fierce hug. I was a little surprised, but I returned his hug. As he moved away I saw tears in his eyes. It was then that Trixie jumped on me, covering me with kisses. I couldn't possibly return all of them, but gave a try for the ones close to my mouth. I almost had to pry her off of me, but it was still good to see them. As we sat down at the table, Trixie sat in my lap. I was a little self conscience about it, but Jacob and Fred seemed oblivious to it. I could only guess that Trixie had already made her intensions known. I waited until everybody was settled before I asked about their unexpected arrival. They all looked at each other, then at me. Then they said that they had made no secret of it, it had been known for weeks that they were coming. They had told Rose and Allison weeks before. I then knew who had set me up, and I still wasn't sure what I should do about it. They were just as surprised that I didn't know the reason for their visit. This was the open house party that I had invited them to, so that I could show off my new house. Now I felt almost like a fool. I had not been to the house in months, and the girls had taken the opportunity to get things finished, and never tell me about it. My hand itched for the feel of the cane right then. Jacob asked how I had liked the changes to the house plans that had been made. I flushed as I admitted that I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. I then had to explain that the girls had been handling everything, and that their progress reports to me were a little misleading. I didn't know that changes had been made, or even what the changes were. I had to sit and watch the three of them smiling at me like I was a fool. I found my face turning red, and vowed a beating for those two girls that would make everything before seem like a summer frolic. Jacob saw my embarrassment and smiled at me, "don't let it bother you too much. Some of what they did was our fault. When they were sent to you they had instruction from us. Some things were suppose to be a secret, as well as the copy of the plans and the reports that we got. If they hadn't followed our instructions, then they would have had to answer to us. And I don't think that they wanted to answer to me, any more than they really want to answer to you. But when you control the paycheck you control the body." I had to admit that the girls had a good reason for what they did. I knew that Jacob loved surprises and that he was right. They had to think about their future. I decided to talk things out with them first. I knew that I probably wouldn't even whip them now that I knew the truth. Trixie was almost bouncing in my lap as she told me about the things that she had sent down for the house. I found that she had taken it upon herself to furnish the house, because as she put it, "I am the only one that really knows what you like." She seemed pleased with herself. I shook my head wondering what the girls had been going shopping for if Trixie was sending everything in. I could imagine the moving van size trucks coming and going as they delivered this and that. My head spun as I realized that I didn't have a clue what my house looked like, but that I knew that if Trixie and the girls had done it, then I knew that I would like it. These three women knew me better then anyone else on Earth. Lunch was excellent. I suspected that Jacob had something to with that. They had never taken an order, but the food arrived none the less. It was a caliber above what I knew even this place was capable of. Even with the food on the table I still couldn't get Trixie out of my lap, and I did try. She flat refused, and quite loudly I might add. She also insisted on feeding me. When I was at the edge of my tolerance Fred snapped at her to sit in her chair and leave me alone. She blinked once then meekly sat in her chair with her head bowed. But I knew that there was more to this than met the eye. After lunch we were sitting and talking. Jacob and I were enjoying a cigar when I suddenly felt my zipper going down. I quickly glanced at Trixie's chair and found it empty. I realized that she had quietly slipped from her chair right under the table and made her way to my chair, and I had never noticed. I looked to Fred and saw a smile on his face. I did my best to keep my face neutral as I felt her familiar fingers and mouth working her special magic on me. I did my best to keep up with the conversation, but in the end I didn't hear a word as I sent a huge load into her hot mouth. It was as she was crawling out from under the table, with a stream of sticky goo from the corner of her mouth down her chin, that the girl bringing in the dessert made her appearance. She noticed Trixie straightening her dress as she sat back in her chair, and couldn't make herself look away from her face. Trixie suddenly scraped the string of hot spunk up into her mouth, and sucked her finger clean. Then she told the young girl, "None for me dear, I've already had mine." She was as sweet as honey as she blew her a kiss. The girl left the dessert and left as quickly as possible. I looked at Trixie with a frown. She pouted a little, until my frowned disappeared, then she was laughing and giggling. It seemed to infect us all and soon we were all laughing. As we left the restaurant I noticed the looks of the staff and I even saw a few heads turn from the tables. I noticed that there were a few open stares at Trixie, but I was more surprised at the number of looks at me. I couldn't imagine that anyone could have heard anything about me this far away, but it appeared that somebody had. I shrugged and pretended I didn't notice. As I passed the reservations desk the young woman looked me in the eye as she said, "Please come again, sir." She didn't pay the least bit of attention to the others. I blew her a kiss in front of the last few remaining people waiting to be seated. She didn't look away, and even smiled. The others waiting did look away. When we got outside, Jacob suggested that we all ride together, but I didn't want to leave the car. He shrugged and said that they would follow me. Trixie announced that she would ride with me, but before I could say anything, Fred told her strongly that if she did he expected her to keep all of her body parts to herself. He said that he wanted to keep me alive, and that wasn't likely with her trying to do things to me while I was driving. I smiled as she looked disappointed, but nodded her acceptance of the situation. I felt relieved. The drive was still difficult. Even keeping her word to keep to herself, she still made if difficult to keep my eyes on the road. She had her loose skirt all the way around her waist, and her blouse unbuttoned as she wantonly masturbated the entire way. It wasn't too bad at first, but then she turned sideways and she got so loud that if a cop tried to stop me, I wouldn't have heard the siren until she finished the orgasm. And each orgasm was followed shortly by another. By the time that we were driving up the long driveway I had beads of perspiration across my brow. I was surprised to see that even the landscaping all around the house had been completed. The house was exactly as I expected it to be, right down to the welcome mat at the front door. There was the long porch that even had a wooden swing, big enough for two. I had not thought of the swing, but I could see that no detail had escaped the girls. My appreciation for their hard work rose a few notches. I almost had to shake Trixie to get her attention as she was lost in her own world of pleasure. She smiled as I told her that we had arrived. She sensually licked her fingers clean and buttoned the bottom two buttons of her blouse. I didn't see the bra anywhere, and I wasn't sure where it was, but I was sure that it would turn up at the most embarrassing time. I watched as she stood up, and the loose fitting skirt fell into place. Once again I found myself envying women. Trixie whistled as she looked at the house. The Black Mercedes pulled quietly to a stop behind my silver one. As Jacob and Fred joined us, Jacob nodded his approval, "A very nice place that you have here Ray. Every thing about it reminds me of you. When I look at it I can you sitting right there in that swing, or walking around the corner with a pile of firewood in your arms." As I looked at the corner of the house, I half expected to see me standing there myself. It was an eerie feeling, but I understood what Jacob meant. I motioned to the steps and suggested that we see what the girls had done, while I had ignored the whole project. Jacob smiled and reminded me that it was the whole reason that they had been sent to me. I was supposed to train them to do this exact job, and if I had done it, what could they have learned. I had to admit that it was true, but I said that I still felt like an idiot. Jacob and Fred both gaffed and snorted, but Trixie didn't make a sound as she slipped her arm in mine and pulled me off on the way to the house. Jacob asked how big the place was. I looked at him for a minute thinking, and then said that it was around 10 miles. It went back almost two miles, and about three on each side. He whistled as she looked in each direction. I pointed at the back and said that there was a good sized stream running almost the entire length, and I was told that in the string it was a full fledged river. I said with a wink that the trout fishing in this area is supposed to be the best in the state. There was a definite twinkle in his eye as he gave me a big smile. As we reached the door it was suddenly opened by two excited women. Allison was so excited that she couldn't stand still, and even Rose showed an excitement that she couldn't hide. They were very proud of themselves, and I could see that they had a right to be. As Trixie and I entered Rose stood on her tip toes and kissed me as she said, "I hope that you are pleased. We did the best job that we could. We even brought all of your things from the farm house and put them away while you were at lunch. I hope that you aren't too mad at us, for keeping things from you." I smiled as I quickly kissed her, then I winked at her. Rose was suddenly in Trixie's arms, hugging her and kissing her deeply. With my arm still linked with Trixie I heard her whisper to her, "Thank you for sending me to him. I don't know what would have happened to me if you hadn't." Trixie smiled at her as she nodded. Trixie then introduced Jacob and Fred to Rose. As Rose moved to speak to the two men Allison came up to me, with Lover Boy close at her side. Allison didn't whisper, but spoke in a strong clear voice. I had learned that it was more her style. She still liked to be the center of attention, even when it wasn't necessary. "Master, I know what we did was wrong, and I fully expect to be punished. I will not make any excuse, or try to get out of it. I deserve it. But unlike Rose, I know what would have happened to me if mistress Trixie hadn't sent me to you. I now know the type of person that I was, and to be honest you should have sent me back. I was not worthy of your time and efforts. And to say thank you, is not enough for what you have done for me. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude to you." She then walked up and kissed me solidly, but it was not a passionate kiss. As Allison stood before Trixie she said, "There have been a lot of changes in my life. I don't know if I will fit into the company any more, but no matter what happens I want to thank you for what you did for me. You will never know how much you have helped me." Trixie smiled and nodded, before she could say anything I squeezed her arm and gently shook my head. She understood and left it at that. She then introduced Allison to Jacob and Fred. Once Allison was busy talking to the men, Trixie pulled me to one side and whispered, "What's going on, why didn't you want me to talk to her?" I just nodded toward Lover Boy. Her gaze followed my nod and she shrugged, but I smiled and nodded again. Suddenly her eyes widened and she gasped, "No!" I smiled back and nodded again. Allison had heard Trixie's gasp and figured that I had told her about Lover Boy, true to her form she strode to the center of the entry hall and announced, "By now I assume that you have all noticed my dog. His name is Lover Boy." She smiled as she said, "And no, I was not the one that named him, he was saddled with that by the breeder. If you haven't yet figured it out, he is my lover. Actually I love him very much, and would do just about anything for him. We are never separated, at least not for any amount of time. Master has trained me not to be ashamed of my feeling for him, and I have found that most men, and a lot of women, are more than a little intrigued at our relationship. This evening, in the living room I will give a first hand demonstration of our activities. Anybody that is interested is invited to attend." She then turned and headed off. Rose moved to her position and spoke, "Allison has gone to prepare refreshments and to start dinner. I will guide you on a tour through the house. I will answer any and all questions that you may have." She then waited to see if there was anything that she needed to handle. As I looked around I could see that they were still a little too stunned by Allison to have much to say. Trixie was the worst. She almost looked in shock. I looked back to Rose and nodded, "Why don't we begin with this room and work our way to the back before going upstairs." She nodded and moved away. I pulled Trixie to get her started and soon she was walking on her own. As we entered a Den it wasn't much more than a formal living room to accept guests. It was simple in design and I noticed that the furnishings were tasteful and also simple. It was designed to get rid of people, not make them want to stay. Rose began telling about the room design and pointing out little things that the casual observer would never see. Trixie suddenly turned to me and said, "Wait a fucking minute! What the hell was that all about? What happened to Allison? When I sent her here she was a stupid little tramp, but that doesn't explain this. Did you do this to her?" I looked at her for a bit before answering, "Yes, I am responsible. But her choices are her own. She chose to live this life, not me. I gave her an out, but she refused to take it. She has embraced her life, and accepted her place in it. I am proud of her, and hope that she does well." I didn't wait for her to answer as I moved back toward the door. Rose picked up on my intentions and quickly moved to catch up with me. I knew that across the entry should be the library and opened the door and stepped in. It was more than I could have hoped for. The shelves were all a dark color. I didn't know if it was dark wood or stain, but I didn't care because it looked impressive. In the corner rested a large leather chair, as well as what is commonly called a love seat. As I quickly went around looking, I saw a truly excellent book collection. From the titles I could tell that my taste was the driving force of their selection. I knew that only Rose could have chosen my books. They covered all of the bookcases, with expensive leather bindings. Even if some of them were duplicates of one that I had already read, or even owned. But it didn't matter. You did not break collector sets up. As I looked at Rose I could see that she was watching me expectantly. I smiled to her and nodded as the others entered the room. I could tell that Trixie still wanted to say something, but she knew that she would have to wait. I watched as they walked around the room inspecting the titles. I felt a sense of pride even though I had not picked out a single book. My look gave Rose a similar look of her own. As I sat in the chair I noticed that a small table was conveniently positioned close at arms reach, along with a very tasteful reading lamp. The window was at my other shoulder and would provide natural light during the day. I looked to see Jacob removing a volume reverently, and I could tell that he had found something that he liked. Once he had replaced it, he moved to another volume and I noticed that his obvious love for books was almost equal to my own. Once everybody had a chance to look around the room, I nodded to Rose and she made the announcement that the next room on the tour would be the den. She formally ushered everybody to follow as she moved off into the entry hall. When we came out of the entry, I found myself in a den. It was comfortable and tastefully decorated. There were hardwood floors, with a Persian rug covering most of the floor. For a room this size it was a feat to find a rug of this caliber. As I looked around the room for the first time, it struck me that my plans had never called for wood walls. I had just assumed that standard sheetrock would be used, but the girls had surprised me again. All of the walls were a dark rich mahogany. I knew that the entry was of the same type, as well as the library. I was curious how much of the expensive wood I would find throughout the house. The sofa, loveseat and chairs throughout the room matched the pattern of the rug. It was obviously Trixie's handiwork, and I made nod to her. She made a formal gesture with her arms wide showing her appreciation of my acceptance. The paintings were all landscapes, as I preferred them over people. Landscapes always left me with a peaceful feeling. The next room was upstairs, as the stairs were in the den. She said that we would resume the tour downstairs, once we had checked out the bedrooms. I knew that the bedrooms and bathrooms were the only rooms that my plans called for upstairs, but I knew that the girls were a surprising pair. The stairwell was also mahogany with nice paintings along the way. Each had a light mounted above it that not only illuminated the painting, but would give extra light during the dark hours. The girls had obviously specified special electricity for the lighting, as there was none that you could see. It was just another of the special touches that impressed me. The plans had called for five bedrooms, plus mine. I had always wanted a place that had spare guest rooms. I always found it irritating when guests arrived, and I couldn't offer them a room; at least one that didn't have children's wall paper, and a Mickey Mouse comforter. Now I didn't have to worry about that. Even my guests now would be offered a room, and I was sure that I would feel comfortable that I would not be embarrassed. The bedroom on the far end was a master, with its own bath. It caught the morning sun and was very large, with a walk-in closet. The bathroom had an extremely large Jacuzzi tub along with a large shower. The vanity was large, made of marble and with special lighted mirrors; for that special makeup application. Trixie fawned over the bathroom, but especially the vanity. I smiled at the number of times that I had heard her complain about her own bathroom, and I had made mental notes at the time. This was the ultimate guest bathroom, and I had planned it well. The fixtures were all silver with gold trim, and everything shined and sparkled. As we left the bathroom I patted Rose on the ass, and she giggled. The next two bedrooms were also large and tastefully decorated. Here the paintings were more on the light and cheerful side, with people and events. I looked at them, and even though I didn't like them I knew that most people did. The thing about these bedrooms was the bathroom was across the hall, putting it almost at the top of the stairs. It was still almost as large as the first one, but not quite. The vanity still had that special touch and Trixie was almost as happy here. I knew with the amount of time that she loved to spend in the bathroom, these were easily her favorite rooms. The next two bedrooms had a connecting bathroom. It was exactly the same size as the common bathroom, and laid out just about the same way. The bedrooms were also similar, even down to the linins and art. As we once again entered the rich mahogany hallway I realized that the bedrooms were all standard sheetrock and wallpaper. There was a definite pattern, and it suddenly struck me. The entry hall had ceramic tile, and the den had hardwood floors. Everywhere else followed a pattern of mahogany walls had dark chocolate carpeting, and sheetrock walls had light beige carpeting. Walking back into the hallway was like walking into leather, and the light bedrooms were like plastic. It was a feeling of textures. It reminded me of listening to music on an old scratchy radio, and then walking into a live concert. I felt more alive in the rooms of mahogany. As we came to my own bedroom, Rose stopped and asked if I wanted to allow anyone into my private sanctuary. I smiled and said, "These people are always allowed into my sanctuary." She smiled and nodded as she opened the oversized door at the end of the hall. Everything seemed as large as the door, but I knew that it was illusion. The room was huge by any standards. The walls were all mahogany, and the paintings were seascapes, and old fashion rigged sailing ships. Furniture was sparse, but what was there was for a definite purpose. The bed sat opposite the door, with large nightstands. Almost one whole left wall was windows, with a ceramic tile balcony looking out over the woods. Just inside the balcony doors sat a large Jacuzzi. It was humming and the bubbles rippled across the surface. Even from the distance you could see the light steam rising from the water. It did look inviting. On the right wall was the bathroom, it was even larger than the guest bathrooms. The shower had dual controls, one at each end of the shower. The whirlpool tub was also oversized, and the vanity ran almost the entire length. A door entered into a closet. The definition of walk-in doesn't do it justice. Almost the entire length on one side was built-in drawers, all made of the same rich mahogany. Cubby holes at the top were made for shoes with different sized drawers below. I could never hope to fill all of those drawers. The other side of the closet was for hanging clothes. There were sliding doors the entire length of the hanging clothes. When we exited the closet it was on the other end, and back into the bedroom. It was terribly impressive. The closet had been expanded from my plans, as well as the entry from the bathroom. The built-in shelves, I had never conceived, but through the whole thing I knew that it all screamed 'Ray Preston.' It was as much me as my right hand. I gave Rose a kiss in thanks, and she blushed. Getting Trixie out of the bedroom was a real chore. It was only by tempting her with the continued tour downstairs that she finally left. I was sorry to see that the girls had not installed a lock on the door, but I knew that Trixie wouldn't be there for long so I didn't worry too much. I hoped that she would use her own bathroom, rather than mine. Back downstairs we came on a door, that shouldn't have been there. I looked at it funny as I didn't expect to see it. When we got to the door, Rose stopped and handed me a key. I looked at it and back to her. She shrugged her shoulders and said that it was something special and that she had never been in the room. I was surprised but Jacob suddenly supplied the answer, "I am afraid that I had a hand in this Ray. I had the plans changed to include this room and everything in it. The door locks automatically when it closes. If you want a tour of this room, I will be glad to explain the operation." I nodded and started to open the door. Jacob took hold of my hand and spoke to the others, "Rose, my dear, why don't you show everybody the kitchen and we will join you there." She nodded and moved away. Trixie and Fred didn't even look back, and I knew that it had been a command more than a request. They wouldn't dare to ask questions, but I was curious. When they were gone, Jacob released my arm and nodded his head. "I had this built for you. I hope that you find it interesting." I turned the key and opened the door. There wasn't a window in the room, and when the lights came on it was so bright that it almost hurt my eyes. I noticed that the light switch had a dimmer control and adjusted the light to a comfortable level. As I looked around I saw a room full of electronics. Large TV monitors filled a section of the wall, with a very large one in the middle. I looked perplexed at Jacob. He knew that I really didn't like TV, and this seemed a waste of entertainment power on a person like me. A single chair sat in front of the obvious control console. Against the rear wall a large sofa sat. I didn't know what to say. Before I had a chance to say anything Jacob spoke first, "Before you say anything, maybe you should turn it on and examine the operation of the system." I knew form experience that Jacob did not always do the obvious. I decided that maybe things weren't what they seemed. I sat in the chair and realized that the system required a key to activate it. On the key ring was another key. When I tried it, it fit the lock. I turned it on and lights suddenly lit up, and monitors suddenly came to life. I was surprised to see that each monitor contained a view of one of the rooms in the house. I looked surprised at Jacob. He smiled and showed me the controls. I watched as he zoomed in and out, and then panned around the room. A turn of the volume control and suddenly there was sound filling the room. He showed me how to select a view and switch it to the large screen. A flick of a switch and it was a different view. He showed me a bank of special VCR's sitting in a stack, and explained that any one could be run independently. He showed me the number of the monitors and the matching numbers of the VCR's. I asked about the additional switches and he smiled as he showed me the additional views for certain rooms, like the bedrooms. A flick of a switch and you were looking at the bathroom, or back in the bedroom, from a different angle. He explained that the VCR tracked whatever picture was one the screen. When he finished I smiled at him as best as I could and tried to explain that I really wasn't a voyeur, he just smiled and said, "We'll see." When we got to the kitchen the others were drinking a glass of wine, and I noticed that Trixie had cornered Allison, and they were involved in a deep discussion. Jacob looked and suggested that we continue on without her. He said that maybe we should see the other changes that they had made. I was once again curious, but I didn't comment. When Rose started to lead us out towards the back I knew that there should only be a back door there, but when we arrived there was not only a hallway, but a pair of doors; one on each side. I looked surprised, but Jacob just smiled and pointed to the one of the left. Rose opened the door and as we walked in I was stunned. It was an indoor pool. The room was huge. The pool had to be a full-sized Olympic pool. On the side was a large hot tub, and changing rooms. The ceiling had a large solid center, but each side of the top all the way down the walls was glass. I examined it and changed my opinion to be extremely thick plexi-glass. It wouldn't break, and was considerably lighter. As I walked around it I was stunned at the beauty. I turned to ask, but before I could get a word out Fred told me, "It was Trixie's idea. She thought that you needed a swimming pool." I smiled as I shook my head. She was indeed a surprising woman. When we left the pool we went straight across the small hallway and there I found a complete gym, with steam room and sauna. The workout equipment was defiantly top of the line; stainless steel and shiny. There was a small set of windows along the top of the wall adding to the light, and a mirror along the opposite wall. I turned to look at Fred. He replied, "This one is my idea. I couldn't find a way to squeeze in a full basketball court, so this will just have to do." I smiled and knew that he was telling the truth, if he could have, he would have. I was stunned as we moved back toward the house that hadn't been modified. I think that Jacob and Fred were having a better time watching me than seeing the house. We moved into the game room. There I had a wet bar, coke machine, pool table, video games and even a few pinball machines. I looked around as I checked out all of the things that the girls had located to put in the game room. They had done a good job once again. I noticed that Jacob and Fred were each eyeing a few things that they might want to try out. I smiled as I told them to go ahead. Jacob picked up a pool cue, and Fred went to check out the video games. I slid onto a bar stool as I turned to Rose and said, "You girls have both done a wonderful job, and I am very proud of you. I am going to miss you very much." Rose Slid into my arms and I held her as tears rolled down her cheeks. When we left the game room we moved to the office. It was another large room, with ceramic tile. Here I was surprised to find a complete computer system set up and running. The computers were some of the best that money could buy. A complete network had been set up and I was curious who had done the job. It was Jacob that told me, "Trixie sent the network admin in to set things up. He specified the equipment, arranged delivery and then checked out every single thing in here. I think that it is quite impressive, but I don't know that much about the stuff." I looked around as he was telling me about the operation and I told him, "I do know about this stuff, and believe me it is impressive." He and Fred just grinned. So that was about the whole thing, so we made our way back to the kitchen to see what had happened to Trixie. When we got there I was surprised to see that they were still talking. I didn't know if Trixie was causing Allison grief, but I thought that it had gone on long enough. I went over to them and said that I thought that it was time to take a walk around the grounds. Trixie seem reluctant, but Allison smiled and offered to escort the group on the outdoor tour. The barn went quick, as there just isn't much that you can do with a barn. At least if you don't count the punishment horse. That got more than a little attention, but I passed it by. When they wouldn't drop the subject, I ended up attaching Allison to the horse and giving a quick demonstration. I had to restrain Trixie, but a quiet reminder that she could end up on there next got the message across. When I released Allison, she quietly thanked me for coming to her defense. I smiled and reminded her that as long as she wore my collar, it was my privilege, and no one else. I was surprised to see that the girls had even gotten me three horses; the type that you ride; a stallion and two mares. Allison smiled as she said that with any luck I would have some little one in a short time. I grinned and said that we could only hope. Once we had looked over the barn and the garage, we all seemed to head in our separate ways. I walked around the house checking out the landscaping. I saw Fred and Trixie moving off towards the woods, and Jacob strolled toward the stream. I knew that he would like checking out the fishing, and resolved to ask him about it the next morning. I had seen enough for the time being and went back inside. I found Rose in the kitchen and when she saw me come in she jumped to her feet and wiped her eyes. I asked her to see to making sure that our guests got settled into a guest room before dinner. She smiled and said that she would see to it, and I told her that I was going to be in the library if she needed me. I settled into the comfortable chair and hadn't been there for more than a few minutes when Rose showed up with a glass of iced tea. She sat it on the table at my side, then took her usual place at my feet and just laid her head against me leg. I realized that as I read I ran my hand through her hair; a habit that I had been doing for a long time. I could tell that she enjoyed it. I wasn't surprised to see Allison join us a little later, and put her head on my other leg. Lover Boy had his on Allison. That was the way that we spent our afternoon. Our guests had explored the house and grounds to their hearts content. When they finished they sooner or later found their way back to the house. My location was soon public knowledge, and soon they each poked their head in the library. At seeing the girls at my feet, they each quietly went on to their own business. I imagined that they took that time to get settled into their rooms and to get cleaned up for dinner. ------- Chapter 6 It was about six-thirty that I entered the kitchen. The girls had been busy with dinner for a while and as I looked everything over. I could see that things were well in hand. I motioned toward the still cooking food and asked Rose if she could handle things by her self. She nodded that she could and I turned to Allison. "Maybe it would be better if you did your show before dinner. I don't know how things are going to go over, but I know you well enough to know that you will want to face each of them after the show. I know that you want to get everything settled at one time, and this way if anybody had anything to say, it will have to be in front of everybody. Not in a dark hall when no one is looking." She smiled as she reached up and kissed me, then she was bounding out of the room. I heard a few minutes later when she called to Jacob, Fred and Trixie. I took a deep breath and headed to the den. Allison was already so wet, just from the expectation that her thighs were glistening. I watched as her audience entered and sat down where she indicated. She moved to a spot a few feet from them, where they could all see easily. I noticed that they were all on different sides. The only area not covered was behind her. I smiled as I knew that during the performance, somebody would reposition so that view was covered. There was little preamble, just a few words that Allison said about her chosen life, and that she loved Lover Boy, and she didn't care what anybody thought. She said that this was just so that they all knew and understood that it was her choice and that she loved every minute of it, and there was no force involved. I noticed the dreamy look that she got on her face when she called Lover Boy to her. It didn't take long for him to get the idea that she was ready to have some fun. It went quickly after that. She was mounted and screaming in record time. I could tell that her orgasms were coming so close together that she barely had a chance to come down from one, before she was off on another one. I could see that both Fred and Jacob both had a serious bulge in their pants, but Trixie was scowling. She still had not seen that Allison was happy with her life, or she didn't care. In either case I wasn't happy that she cared about her own feelings more than Allison. I frowned as I went back into the kitchen. Rose was working on a salad when I walked up behind her. I put my hands on her hips and she looked over her shoulder at me, ""Aren't you going to watch?" I smiled as I shook my head, "I've seen it before." And we both laughed. Dinner was strained, at least the atmosphere. The food was very good, as the girls had never disappointed me. It was Trixie that was the problem. We all knew what her problem was, but she was taking it out on everybody. Everyone at the table seemed almost afraid to talk. She would glare or snap each time a person said anything. If they even mentioned the show, she seemed to really get nasty. I was starting to get mad myself and when I started to say something, she turned and snapped at me to shut up. For some reason my temper then got the better of me. I stood up, knocking my chair down and reached over and grabbed her by her hair. I jerked her to her feet, or mostly to her feet as the move had taken her by surprise, and when I pulled she fell as much as moved and it was by her hair that I held her suspended before she got her legs beneath her. I started off and she had little choice but to follow. As I made my way up the stairs, she stumbled on the steps, but it didn't slow me down one bit. When I shove my door open, I threw her into the room. I ordered her to strip as I turned and reached for my bag. When I turned back around she had not even began and it made my temper flare even hotter. I lashed out with the cane. Her exposed arms were first, but it was quickly followed to the sides and breasts and legs. I lashed viciously all over her body. Her clothes absorbing some of the force, but I compensated by hitting as hard as I could on the areas covered by her clothes. She screamed as she turned from the vicious onslaught, but I circled as I continued to lash out. When I stopped she was cringing in a pile on the floor. I reached down and grabbed a handful of clothes and jerked her up. "I said to fucking strip, you stupid bitch! Have you forgotten everything that you had been taught? Don't piss me off any more than you already have. Now get those fucking clothes off, before I lashed them off of your body!" She quickly set to her task, as tears rolled down her cheeks. As her clothes came off I saw that I had been quite rough with her. There were welts that had overlapped and at the point that they crossed a tiny spot of blood could be seen. There were even a few welts that were so hard that the slightest touch over them would bring blood. I steeled myself as I remembered that she had brought this upon herself, in more ways than one. When she was naked before me I ordered her down on the floor. She hesitated so I grabbed her hair again and jerked her down. When she was lying on the floor I put my foot in the middle of her back. Then I began to systematically cover her ass, hips and thighs with a solid covering of welts. It was slow work and she tried desperately to move, but my foot kept her from turning. When I was finished with her, her ass burned a bright red and appeared to be one single welt from one side to the other. Her pussy lips were also red and swollen. When her legs had flailed open I had quickly given her a lash on her sensitive pussy. I didn't get the opportunity very often, but a few times could still leave her pussy sore for a few days. As I surveyed the work I saw that she had given up all attempts at moving, or trying to get away. I removed my foot from her back and found that my muscles were stiff and sore. I realized that I had kept a constant pressure on her for the last fifteen minutes and it was difficult to move. I ordered her to sit up. As she slowly got to her knees, I smiled to her and told her to kneel. She grimaced as she lowered her ass to feet. I looked at her as I said, "Before I have to listen to your mouth any more I have something to say, and I suggest that you listen. I can't believe how you are treating Allison. You sent her here, without any choices. You dangle a carrot in front of her, with career advancement, or no job at all. She had very little choice. Her nature was not suited to being a slave. She had an almost impossible time of accepting herself as a submissive. She would play the part and tell you what you wanted to hear, but she would not truly submit. Now she has accepted her life, and is happy, probably for the first time in her life, and you come in here and judge her harshly, because it's not what you wanted. How small of a person have you become? Is your life so fucking prefect that you can now determine how everybody should live theirs?" She looked up at me, her cheeks still had tear streaks as she said, "No! My life is no where near perfect. It hasn't been since you left. I love Fred, but I want you too. I sent Allison to you because I knew that you wouldn't let me come. I wanted to give you something of myself, and she was mine. Now she isn't any more. I can see that she belongs to you, just like I do. I never thought that you could break her, and you would send her back. Even when she comes back, she will never be mine again. Now she belongs to a dog, and I don't have anybody." She started to cry again, and I saw what her problem really was. I stood close to her and let her lean against my leg and cry. "Don't you still love Fred?" I asked in a quiet voice. She never looked up as she almost wailed, "Yes, he is the only thing that stops me from coming to you and living on your door step. I love him very much, and I wouldn't want to live without him, but I love you too. I want both of you, but you are determined not to let me be happy again." I smiled down at her. How simplistic her view of life. I took her face in my hands and lifted it up so that she was forced to look into my eyes, "You have a lot to learn about life. You are lucky to have someone like Fred. Someone that loves you so much that he will put up with your shit, and still love you. You claim that you need me in your life. Look around you. In my life, there has been you; then you sent me Allison and Rose, and believe me when I tell you that there have been others. Each has left, and with each of them, a piece of my heart has gone with them. Yes, even you. " I waited until I was sure that she was still listening to me, "My life is a way-station for others. Each one stops for a time; then moves on. Leaving me a piece of them, and taking a piece of me. I left something of myself with you and Fred, and you refuse to see it. You want everything, and you aren't happy with what I left you. Look at what you have, and are willing to throw away. When I left you were in love again, and happy. Now you want something else, and are willing to risk that on a dream. Grow up and see that each of us has to live our lives. If you are lucky enough to find that person to love, that will love you back even accepting all of your faults, you are a lucky person. And you want to throw it all away on a something that you can't have. Learn to let go when there are things that you can't hold on to. I have a life that I want to live too. I need to find that person in my life that you have found. Let it go and love Fred with all of your heart, while you can. If he gets tired of waiting for you to grow up, then you will have nothing. Consider what you can lose, not what you want to have." She looked at me for a long time before she nodded. She reached up and wiped her cheeks. "You are right. I would die if Fred left me, or didn't love me any more. I never considered what my life would be like without Fred. He had always been there for me. He never cared what I did, and I never considered his feelings for a minute." She looked down at her feet for a minute before she took a deep breath and said, "I never thought about you either, I only knew that I wanted without considering what you might want. I'm sorry, I should have respected what you wanted, and not tried to force myself on you. You know, growing up kinda sucks, huh?" I smiled down at her and said, "Yep, it sure does, but the rewards are worth it." I held out my hand and she took it. I slowly helped her to her feet, and she moved slowly. I knew the pain that she was in, but she never made a sound. She was still naked as we walked back down the hallway, she said, "The next time that I need to grow up, will you still be here for me; to beat a little sense into me?" I smiled as I nodded, "You aren't going to get rid of me that easy. I will always be there to beat some sense into you." She laughed that deep rich laugh that I loved so much, but she seemed older and more mature than she did just a few minutes ago. When we got back to the table I was surprised to see that the others had waited dinner for us. It was just as though we had walked out of the room, then back in. Everything was just the same. I smiled at the girls and they smiled back. Trixie went to Rose and said, "Rose I hope that you will forgive me, I acted like a real bitch." Rose smiled and nodded but I could see that she looked a little uncomfortable. Trixie then turned and went to Jacob, "Daddy, I am sorry that I have embarrassed you tonight. I hope that you will forgive me." Jacob looked up at her and then at me. I shrugged saying that it was all her idea. He looked back at her and nodded. Trixie then went to Allison. "Allison dear, you are the one that I have insulted tonight more than I can ever apologize for. I know that you are happy, and I know that I treated you terribly. I want you to know that I really do wish you all the best; and I hope that you will always be as happy as you are tonight. I mean this will all my heart." I watched as Allison had tears in her eyes while she stood up and hugged Trixie. I am sure that they whispered something else, but I couldn't hear what it was. Trixie then turned to Fred. He watched her as she came to his side, "Fred, my love, the things that I have to tell you will take more time than we have here, but for now I am apologizing for the way that I acted tonight. Later I will apologize for a great many more things. I am sorry my love, but tonight will be a long night for you. I have so many things to tell you, and I have to apologize for a great many things. I hope that you will understand." As Trixie took her seat, very slowly and gently, I sat back down. I looked around to see the confused and frightened look on Fred's face. When I was sure that no one was watching, I got his attention and mouthed the words, "It's OK" He seemed to relax. The rest of the dinner went wonderfully. Even Trixie joined in the conversation. When it turned to Allison and Lover boy, everybody held their breath, until Trixie asked Allison what it really felt like. There was a collective exhalation as Allison smiled and told Trixie of rapture and love and excitement that she could only dream of. As soon as dinner was over, Jacob asked me how long it would take before Trixie's ass would be healed. I didn't understand until I looked to see, as Trixie and Fred were leaving the room that the welts on Trixie's ass hadn't lessened a bit in the past hour. I shrugged as I said, "A few days, but I doubt that she will even notice." Jacob looked confused, but accepted it and turned to Allison to ask her something else. In the next few days we saw Fred from time to time. He would show up and collect food or drinks; then he was gone again. We didn't see Trixie at all. One time during the second day I was surprised, when Fred made one of his infrequent trips to the kitchen, stopped off and gave me a big sloppy kiss. I was a bit embarrassed, but I just watched as he quickly vanished again. Rose just stared, but I didn't say a word as I went back to my book. I didn't see much of Allison or Jacob either. I found out that Allison was giving Jacob a real first class tour, complete with horse back riding out to the far reaches of the ranch. In the evenings, after dinner they would sit in the library with Rose and me, and read with us. I thought that it was interesting that Allison was sitting at Jacob's feet, the same way that Rose sat at mine. Allison did sit at my feet, but it was rare, but she seemed to enjoy sitting at Jacob's feet. I smiled as I went back to my book. It was a couple of days later that Trixie made an appearance. She looked wonderful. I don't think that I had ever seen her look so good. Everyone made comments about her appearance. Since she was still naked, it was not her clothes that made her look good. Fred still scampered around like a little boy at Christmas. He still wasn't wearing clothes either, and didn't care who saw him. They dragged Jacob away at lunch and I shrugged. It must have been family business. In the afternoon Jacob asked if I was ever going to take him fishing, and I smiled at him. I looked out the window at the overcast days and said that it looked as good right now as anytime, so we headed to the barn. What little fishing tackle that the girls had gotten for me was kept there. There wasn't much, but they had listened to the salesman on the subject and what there was there was pretty good stuff. We made our way to the stream. For an autumn afternoon it was almost perfect. The air had just the slightest chill, and a sweater made it all perfect. As we walked Jacob started the conversation. "Trixie told me that you straightened her out the other night, about quite a few things. One of them was her life with Fred. They are happier than they have ever been. I have to admit that I was sure worried when she told us that if she could get you to accept her, even if she had to crawl to you on her hands and knees." He looked at me to see what my reaction was. I shrugged as I said, "She made me the offer, but I told her about responsibilities and duties and love. I explained to her that she would never find anybody that would love her like Fred did. I told her that I certainly never would. Don't get me wrong, I love both of them dearly, but I would never allow something like that to happen, not of I could stop it." I looked over to Jacob and she was smiling at me. He clasped a large beefy arm around my shoulder and laughed, saying that he suspected that it was something like that when she didn't take off immediately. We were only out fishing or about a half hour when it was obvious that a rain was coming. We decided that it would be a good idea to call it quits today and get an early start on a different day. When we were walking back Jacob made the comment that he was going to have to find me something that I did like, as a gift, since I really didn't like the video room. I tried to tell him that he didn't have to do something like that. They had spent too much money on me already. With the changes to the house, and Trixie furnishing almost every room in the house, not to mention the car and the little special present that he had put in there. He just laughed and waved it off. I continued to protest, but he just kept laughing like it was a terribly big joke. When he saw the concerned look on my face, he lost some of the bravado and looked at me seriously. "Ray my boy, if it was anybody else but you, I would have to agree with you. But for you, there can never be enough. Every time that I turn around, you are doing something else to straighten out my family. When I first met you my whole family was hold together by a thread and it was just about to snap. In short order, you pulled everything back together. Then you gave my kids a reason to live and love again. It made me proud when Trixie finally stood up and took some responsibility. I had been trying for years, but she just wanted to act like a child and play. She was going great when she said that she wanted you, and she didn't care what we thought, or what happened to anybody else. I thought that it was going to kill Fred. But she stayed, and I was sure that you had something to do with it. Now I know for sure." He smiled a conspiratorial smile and winked at me. I couldn't help but to grin. It had been from my own mouth that he had learned the truth. After a pat on the back he went on, "I didn't know what to expect when she sent those two women to you, but I can see now that they have learned quite a bit from you Ray. Even if that wasn't the real reason that they were sent to you, they will still make excellent people for the company. When we were to come here I was happy, but sad. I knew that Trixie would do her best to convince you to take her back. The restaurant scene didn't help convince me that I was wrong, either. I was getting more concerned by the minute, at least until you hauled her upstairs. Then I breathed my first deep breath in weeks. When you two came back down, she started her little speech. That scared me more than anything else, at least until she and Fred spent a couple of days locked in that room. Then I knew that you had straightened her out really good. Today they told me what you did and I almost cried. I was so happy. For the first time in years, I feel like my family is actually on the right track again. So you see Ray, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." I looked at Jacob and told him very earnestly that what I had done I had done for them, because I loved them, not because of anything that I could get for it. I tried to make him understand, but he just kept shaking his head. I ended up giving up in despair. Jacob just continued to shake his head, "You just don't get it do you son? I know why you did it, and that makes all the difference. If you had done it for profit, then I would have paid you and been happy about it. But you did it out of love, and that makes you family. There is no limit on what you can do for family. And like it or not son, from now on you are family. And I won't hear anything else about it." With finality Jacob closed the discussion as we walked into the barn. Once the fishing tackle was put away we made our way back inside the house to a hot dinner. That evening Trixie come to see me in the library. She didn't even give Rose a chance to move as she flopped down in my lap. She said that Jacob had told them about our conversation and she was excited as she kissed me deeply. "Welcome to the family, big brother." Then she was up and wiggling her ass as she moved back toward the door. Rose looked confused, and I realized that I probably did too. When Fred came in, he also welcome me to the family, but I was relieved when he didn't kiss me again. As he left Rose tugged my pants leg, and I saw the questioning look. I tried to fill her in a little, but there were things that she didn't need to know. Not unless Trixie wanted to tell her. So, I gave her a few general statements that led to the situation that I now found myself in. She smiled and said that it sounded like me. The next morning I called Rose and Allison together and went through all of the accounts, and looked over all of the plans. We spent the morning getting everything together, and by noon I had a pretty complete picture. Everything looked very good, and I was impressed at the work that the girls had done. I praised them highly for their understanding and abilities, as well as their accomplishments. They were very proud of themselves. When we were finished I told them to stand still and I removed their collars. I told them that they now had to right to wear clothes, and do anything that they liked. Their lives were their own again. I also told them that Trixie would be officially informed that both of them had completed their training with the highest marks. I told them that they could leave, or that they were welcome to stay until Jacob and his family left. Rose was the first to speak and she said that she would stay. Allison thought for a moment and said that she would stay as well. Rose asked if she had to wear clothes, and I explained that it was completely her decision to make, if she didn't want to wear them, she didn't have to. She smiled and for her, life continued exactly as it had been. For Allison it was a bit different. Fifteen minutes later she was wearing a striking outfit that had been in her closet since she had arrived. She looked good, and Jacob was quick to let her know. It was later that night that Trixie pulled me aside and asked me to talk to Jacob. She was concerned that he was smitten with Allison, and she thought that it would sound better coming from me. I asked her exactly what she wanted me to say. She sputtered and choked a few times but she made it clear that a woman younger than herself had no business being her mother. I frowned at her and said that it was her father's decision, and not hers. I asked her if she needed another beating, or if she was willing to listen without it? She was serious as she listened to me. I explained that no matter the age of the woman, it was her father's choice, and not hers. He did not approve of all of her decisions, but he was willing to support and defend her rights to choose. How could she do any less? Didn't she understand that love didn't see ages, it was the person behind the face? She did her best to listen, then she kissed me again said that I was right, of course. She said that one day she hoped that she was as smart and wise as her big brother. Then she moved away to let the whole thing drop. I on the other hand, decided that I would take a hand. Hypocrite I might be, but I didn't want to see Jacob hurt. The next morning I asked him if he would take a ride with me. He knew that something must be up, and let me take the lead. When he found out the subject, he got a little defensive, but I pointed out that it was a family job and he had elected me to the family himself. He had to smile at that, and said that I was right, and to go ahead. I told Jacob of Trixie's concerns, and my defense of his position. He was pleased that I had defended him so well. I then explained that I had my own concerns, as I knew Allison better then anybody else. I could see his temper rising, but I stuck to my guns. I asked him if he really was considering a major move with Allison, and he said that he had not made any plans, but that he did find her appealing. I nodded my agreement on that point. I told him I thought that they would be good for each other, but that it had to be handled right. His temper was still there, but I could see that he had it under control. I continued, "Jacob, I know this girl, and as good as you two would be for each other it must be handled right. If you don't she will probably destroy you. She won't mean to, but she will just the same. If you want to be happy with her, you will have to collar her. She knows what it means and you will have to show her that you can be her master. Anything else and she will walk all over you. Think about Trixie, and what it did for her. Allison is a lot like Trixie in many ways. She needs the structure in her life, and she won't respect you if you can't control her. Trust me Jacob, about this I know what I am talking about." He looked at me hard, but finally nodded his head. "I don't know about such things personally, but I have seen what it has done for Trixie, and you are probably right. I am attracted to her because she is like Trixie, so I can see your point. But I don't know what it means to ask her to wear a collar." I knew that there were things that I didn't want to go into with Jacob about this, and decided that it was time for a family conference again. I suggested that we meet in the library this afternoon. I also wanted Fred and Trixie there. He seemed a little hesitant, but I assured him that it was necessary. That afternoon I sent Rose and Allison into town to close a few accounts and to stop by the real estate office and to terminate the rental of the farm house. Just busy errands mostly, but it would take them the rest of the day to get everything done. I explained to them that it was all part of completing their work, and they quickly agreed to handle the closing work. The family meeting started with me explaining the situation with Jacob and Allison. Where Trixie already knew about it, Fred was clueless. But he thought it was a great idea. I also expressed it as a good idea and Trixie gave her blessing as well. Jacob felt better when everyone was in favor of it. It showed him that we all supported him in his decisions, and I made sure that I said it just like that. It was Jacob's decision, and we would support him on it no matter what. With the easy part out of the way I headed for the next obstacle. I explained that if they were ever to be happy then Allison would have to accept Jacob's collar. The room got quiet. I explained the situation with Allison, and why I thought that she needed a collar. By the time that I was finished, there were a few heads shaking. I then asked Trixie to explain to Jacob what it meant to wear a collar. Her explanation was not short, or simple to put into words, but she explained it from the wearer's point of view. Then I asked Fred what it meant to own the collar, and be responsible for a slave. He was a little more eloquent, but he had been coached for a long time before he took over for me. When they were finished I asked them to explain why discipline was important when you owned a slave. Once again it was different from each side of the collar. Jacob listened to it all, and by the end of the afternoon he had a good idea what it all meant, and why it was important for certain people to give themselves to another. He understood the importance of accepting responsibility for another, and how that trust could never be abused. After Trixie and Fred left Jacob pulled me aside and asked me how he should approach the subject. I explained that he had to handle it like a business deal. Keep it straight forward and simple. Show dominance and the commitment, a slave had no use for wimps or someone that couldn't handle them. He listened raptly and nodded his understanding. Before he moved off I took hold of his arm and gently pulled him back. I took out Allison's old collar. I explained how it worked and how it clipped. I showed him the tool to release the clip. I handed it to him, and told him again that it was very important that she put it own herself. Only then would she truly understand the commitment that she was making, of her own free will. It was important that there be no force in the acceptance. He nodded his understanding, and I wished him luck as he went to his room. I stayed in the library the rest of the day. When Rose came back she was quick to get out of her clothes and take her place at my feet. I enjoyed her there, and knew that I would miss her, but I knew that she would have her own life to return to. At dinner I was not surprised to see Allison without a stitch on and a collar around her neck. Rose saw the collar and looked at me; I shook my head and nodded to Jacob. She saw the grin on his face and I saw her smile. I guessed that she and Allison had talked a little about how Allison felt about Jacob and I thought that she was happy for them. Over dinner I was informed that Mary was starting to show and that the whole town thought that I was a royal cad. I smiled at the news, and hoped that Jim and Mary were as happy about it as I was. The girls had told most of the people in town that they were leaving, when they closed the accounts. I assumed that most of the females would be on short leashes when I came to town. That was alright with me. I didn't need the headaches of women trying to snag the wealthy bachelor. The girls had made sure that there was not a woman in town that didn't know that I was their master, and they were outright slaves. The town's women made a point of crossing the street when I walked down their side, and I liked it. It kept things simple. The next couple of days passed rather quickly, as I really wasn't involved in anything. Jacob didn't seem to have the time to get any more fishing in, but I did manage to find the time. Fred and Trixie spent most of their time together, which only left Rose unattached. I am ashamed to admit that she spent her time waiting for me when I was out, and at my side, or my feet when I wasn't. Suddenly it was Friday again, and everybody was preparing to leave. I watched as they each carried their bags to their cars. I helped where it was needed, and didn't where I thought that I would be in the way. I did manage to pull Jacob aside for one last bit of advice. He now seemed eager for any advice from me. I told him that I had put a cane in his trunk, and that he would find that Allison already knew of its power. He smiled as I told him that. I also told him that before he made any long term decisions that he should keep Allison in her present role for at least six months, and if she didn't walk down the isle in a collar, then I would have to consider him a fool. He grinned, and thanked me for the advice, and then he was gone. Rose was the last to leave, and her departure was the hardest to take. She didn't want to leave, but we both knew that it was coming and she held up well. When she asked I told her that she could call, write or even drop in and she would always be welcome. It gave her some comfort to know that I was always available to her. I kissed her as she left the house. As I watched Rose and Allison follow Jacob and the kids back down the driveway, I realized that for the first time in almost eight months, I was alone. It felt wonderful not to have the responsibility of somebody else hanging above me. I missed them too, but I would get over that, I always did. My life settled back down to a quiet routine. I enjoyed my time. Usually I went fishing in the mornings, and sometimes I went for a ride in the afternoons, and the rest of the time I spent with my books. On the rare occasions that I had any visitors, it was usually Jim and Mary. She was almost due and we still found that the fiction was holding up nicely. There were a few people at the real estate office that had not really believed the story about me, but my appearance and a little acting between us ended any lingering doubts. I enjoyed their visits greatly, but found the solitary life was one that agreed with me. When I heard from Jim the next time it was just after eight o'clock on a bright Tuesday morning. I had just come in from fishing; the trout were running strong in the spring thaw. He called to tell me that Mary had just given birth to a beautiful baby boy. They had named him Raymond after me, since without my help he would never have been born. I was honored and told him so. After hearing that Mary was doing great, and that she was recovering nicely, I hung up the phone feeling rather proud of myself. Of course I had to go to the hospital to see Mary and the baby. They were right; he was a beautiful baby, even though I don't usually find babies interesting. I guess that most of it was that he belonged to Mary and Jim, and some of it could have been that he shared my name. I had to laugh at Jim as he was almost a basket case. He was bouncing around all over the place, and constantly talking about doing this or that. Everybody marked it off as a proud grandfather, but we knew differently. He was telling me about baby-proofing the house and getting this and that. I wasn't sure when he was going to blow a fuse, but I was sure that he would. Mary just smiled at me and told me to ignore him. She said that he had been like that for a while, and she was sure that he would run down soon. I told her that I hoped that he ran down, rather than blow up, and she just laughed. As I drive back to the ranch I realized that it did me good to see them. They were so happy, and full of life. It was a stark contrast to most of the people that I talked to. ------- Chapter 7A It was shortly after the birth of little Ray that the first real shock to my life came. It came in the form of a big black limo. It was the middle of the afternoon and I was sitting in my library reading. I was surprised to hear a car, and when I looked out the window I could see a limo wheeling its way toward the house. After it had stopped in front of the porch, I watched as the driver opened the door of the back. I was surprised to see a very small oriental girl get out. The driver spoke to her for a moment, then got back behind the wheel, but made no movement to leave. She stood and examined the house before she made her way to the door. I closed my book and went to answer the door. My curiosity had me completely under its thumb. I stood holding my iced tea as I waited for the door bell to ring. When it rang I counted to ten, and then moved to open the door. I looked her over carefully; she appeared to be about twenty-one or maybe a little older. I didn't think that she could be more than five foot, once she was out of the heels that she was wearing. The long thick coat covered her to the knees, and I couldn't make out what her figure looked like. I could see that she had a deep lustrous black hair, with flawless skin. Her lipstick was a deep red; it was so dark that it almost wasn't red any more. I could never identify shades like that. They seemed to be first one color, then another. I could never tell, but I did notice that her fingernails were the same color. It looked good on her, as it complimented her fair skin tone. Once I had looked her over carefully, my eyes came back to her eyes. The only way to describe them was so black that light didn't even glint in them. I was intrigued by her, and wondered why she was here. I made no move to invite her in and only looked into her eyes, until she looked away. When the eye contact was broken I asked her if she was lost. She took a step back and asked if my name was Ray Preston. When I told her that it was, she said that she was not lost, and that I was the person that she was to talk to. After looking her over again I opened the storm door and invited her in. As she stepped inside I closed the door and motioned for her to enter the living room. I followed her inside; as she was busy looking around I moved to the small sofa and sat down. That left her the chair in front of her, when she realized that I was waiting on her. She did notice that I had sat down and was watching her. I found it interesting that she blushed as she quickly sat in the chair opposite me, being caught not paying attention. The afternoon sun coming through the window was almost in her face, and she realized that I had chosen the seating for that very purpose. In a short time the sun would clear the porch and would be in her eyes, making it difficult for her to see clearly. I knew that she understood what I had done and smiled at her. Her options were simple; she could get her business done quickly, or the sun would make her decision more difficult for her. I made it a formality when I asked her, "Since you know who I am; who are you, and why are you here?" I thought it a simple question. She obviously didn't, as she fidgeted in her chair. She finally found the right words to express herself, "My Name is Akiko Asurizi, and I am here because you bought me, I am yours." This was news to me. I didn't remember buying a young woman recently, and I thought it was one of those things that I would remember. I could only assume that things and events had moved outside the area of normal, and I needed to know what was going on. I got a firm hold on my emotions, and forced myself to remain calm. "Akiko, I want you to tell me everything about how you have come to be mine. I want you to start from the very first thing, and I don't want you to leave out anything. Even if you are sure that I already know it, tell me again anyway. I want to hear everything." She nodded as she listened to me. I was certain that she had the answers that I needed, and even though I was supposed to have these same answers, I didn't. She assumed that I wanted to know more about why she had made her decisions, as she started before what I learned was the true beginning of her strange tale. "Well, as I have told you my name is Akiko. I grew up in a mountain village in Japan. My father wanted a boy, but it was not to be. My mother only had girls. After two my father quit trying and resigned himself to never having a son." A nodded my understanding, as I had never had a son either. I also had two girls, and like Akiko's father, I had decided that two was enough. "When my father died it was up to me, as the oldest, to support the family. I went to Tokyo to find work. It was not easy, and I had to look for a long time. I found a job and worked hard. I sent all the money that I could home to my mother and sister. When I got a better job, I sent more money home. It was never enough, but I did what I could." I could see the hardship in her eyes. I knew what it was like to try, when it was never enough. I understood her pain. I realized that my tea glass was empty, and that the sun had made its appearance as Akiko was now almost totally blind from it. I stood, blocking the sun from her eyes. I told her, "Come with me," as I left the room. I heard her follow as I made my way to the kitchen. I could tell from her footsteps that she was distracted as she looked around as we walked through the house. Her steps were halting and even stopped a few times, and then she would walk quickly to catch up. I ignored her distraction and headed to the kitchen. Once inside the kitchen I sat my glass on the table and moved to the refrigerator and got the tea. As I refilled my glass I asked her if she would like something to drink. She smiled as she said that what I was drinking would be fine. I laughed a little and said that she probably would not like cold tea. I saw her grimace and smiled. I offered her a can of Coke and she nodded. I pointed to the cabinet with the glasses, as I went to the game room. She was putting ice in her glass when I returned. When we both had something to drink I motioned for her to sit at the table and she nodded. I watched as she removed her coat, and laid it over the back of the chair gently, before she sat down. I had the chance to see what the rest of her looked like, and I wasn't disappointed in the least. She was wearing a little pants suit number. It did look very professional. I noticed that her hips were very trim and tight. Her waist was almost tiny, and her breasts were also very small. I guess that the best possible description would have to be petite. If she weighed more than ninety pounds I would eat my hat. I reevaluated her height to be around five feet once I discounted the heels. She was very much in proportion, for her height and I found myself interested. Once we were both seated I asked her to continue. "A girl in the office where I worked told me about a man that was willing to pay a very large amount of money for a woman. But she had to be the right woman, and there were all kinds of questions that she had to answer. She said that she was going to go and see if she was the right one. I smiled at her, but I thought about it all day. Before she left, I asked her where the place was. She smiled at me and told me that I could come with her. I was afraid, but I couldn't back out. So I went with her." I smiled and nodded as she looked to me for some sort of reassurance. I understood what she was saying, but I still couldn't figure out how all of this fit together. I was curious now and motioned for her to continue. "We went to a very expensive hotel, and there was a very big room filled with all kinds of women. Some of them were very beautiful, not like me. It made me want to leave, but my girlfriend had my hand, and took me to the small table where everybody was checking in. The man sitting at the table gave us a letter and told us to read it. When we were finished, if we still wanted to stay then he would give us some forms to fill out." I noticed that she seemed very nervous, and she kept grabbing gulps of her Coke. I held up a hand and went to the refrigerator and took out the vegetable plate that I usually kept around for afternoon snacks, and placed it on the table between us. She smiled, and took a carrot stick. I took a piece of celery. I watched her as I waited for her to continue. After she had finished her carrot, and got another drink I asked her what the paper had said. She nodded as though she were trying to remember every word, then she said, "It explained that a wealthy man was looking for a woman, but that she had to be the right woman. It was not a matter of just her body, or her looks, but also what she thought, her likes and dislikes. Everything that made up a person was important, and only the woman that fit what he was looking for would be considered. The first thing was that she had to know English. Only a woman that could read, write and speak very good English would be considered. I worked in an office, and we had to use English every day. Some of the women didn't speak English. I heard them cussing as they stomped away. It made me smile to myself. I still didn't know what it was all about, but I took the paper back to the man and said that I wanted to know more." She took a deep breath and another drink before launching in again. "He only glanced up at me and gave me a form to fill out, and pointed to a bunch of women on the other side of the room. He said that there were tables and pens over there. I waited for about a half-hour to get the chance to fill out the form. It wanted to know my name and address, and things like that. It also had a place to tell about your family, friends, and yourself. It took me longer to fill it out than I thought that it would. On the back was another printed page telling that there would be a lot of questions, and that some of them would be very personal, and before it was finished they would know everything about us. If anyone didn't think that they could answer the questions, then they should leave now. I didn't know what to think. I was afraid. I had never seen anything like that before. I almost left, but I was interested too. So I stayed." I nodded to say that I understood. I looked to see that the sun was getting lower in the sky. In the early winter it got dark fast, especially here in the shadow of a mountain. I had to interrupt her, to ask, "What about your driver?" She looked at me for a minute, and I didn't think that she understood, but she suddenly seemed to get the meaning. "Oh, he has been told to wait. He is to stay until you say that I can stay." I know that I looked confused, but when I looked at her she was also confused. I knew that it was my confusion that had her in doubt. I nodded and asked how long he was supposed to wait for me to tell him. She shrugged and said that he would wait until I told him that he could go. I nodded that I understood. I put on a pot of coffee. I excused myself for a moment and turned on the porch light. When I went to the door of the limo the driver quickly got out of the car and waited. I said, "I just put a pot of coffee on. I don't know how long this is going to take." He smiled pleasantly at me and said that it was not important, and that he was well paid for his time. He said that he would appreciate the coffee, but it was not necessary if I didn't want to trouble myself. I smiled at him and said that I would bring out a thermos in a few minutes, and that it got dark and cold very quick around here. He thanked me as I turned to go back to the house. When I entered the kitchen I noticed that Akiko was nosing around, and peeking into cabinets. I smiled at her and said that she could look as much as she wanted, and she blushed at being caught nosing around. I asked her to come with me, and showed her the bathroom. She looked relieved and entered, as I turned to go back to the kitchen. Before she came back I had the coffee in a thermos and took it out to the driver. He said his many thanks as I turned to get back inside. I stopped in the game room to get another Coke, and by the time that I enter the kitchen I saw that Akiko had once again seated herself in her chair. I set her Coke on the table and refilled my tea glass. As I settled myself back into my own chair I looked to Akiko, to let her know that I was ready for her to resume her story. "There were many girls at the hotel with me, and I found out that they had seen others before us, and were to see even more after us. I don't know how many girls that they saw, but the pile of papers was very tall. They told us that in a few days they would go through the papers, and then they would select the girls that they wanted to talk to. If we were selected they would call us, so that we could come back and fill out more questions. I never thought that they would call me." She looked cute as she said that, like she never expected to hear from them again. I could see her walking away and never looking back. She got excited as she continued her story, "But a week later they called and asked me to come back again. I went to the same place, and there were still very many girls there. The man at the table was outside the room, and this time when I gave the man my name, he looked through a stack of papers and took out one with my name on it. He told me to go inside. When I went inside and there were tables every where; and there was a man who checked my papers. He said to find a seat, and fill out the papers, then to stay sitting. I found a chair at a table and started to answer the questions. They were very personal. Things like, how many men had I slept with, and had I ever slept with a woman. They made me blush just reading them, but they had said that the questions would be personal and I had said that I would answer them. So I answered the questions. On a different part they asked questions like what color I liked, and some very strange questions like if I got on an elevator and I was going to go to the twenty-fifth floor, and at every floor a man got on, would I get out and take another elevator? I didn't understand what they wanted to know from me." I smiled as I realized that she had been given a psychological test, and didn't even realize that they had slipped one in. To an expert, it could tell them a lot about a person. My curiosity was really starting to get the best of me, and I really wished that she could skip to the end. But since I didn't know what was going on, and this was my only way to find out, I had to wait and see how this story unfolded. I listened as she told me about several more times that she had been called, and each time there were fewer women than the last time. Each time the questions were more personal, and more confusing. I understood that the psychological test had been broken down across several tests and each of the questions had been slipped in randomly. I could see why she didn't realize that she had taken the test. Unless you had ever taken one, and know the type of questions that they asked, it would just seem like another meaningless question. It was on her next call that things began to get considerably more interesting, and they accelerated at a very quick pace. I listened as Akiko told me, "The next time that they called me, I went to the hotel again. It was like before; we stopped and got our papers, and then went into the big room. After we all had sat down a man stood up and said that it was time to have pictures taken. We would each have a roll of film taken of us. Some of the pictures would be regular ones, and some would be taken without our clothes on. He also said that if anybody didn't want to do it, then they could leave. I watched as many girls got up and left. I was wondering if I could do it, and then I realized that everybody that was going to leave had already left, and that I had waited too long. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to go through with it. Then he started to call the girl's names, and I noticed that there were screens set up at the back of the room. A girl went into each of the little openings and soon we saw the flash of cameras. I knew then that it was going to be done then, and I got really scared. I watched as a few more girls got up and ran out. I heard some of the others giggling and laughing at them. I decided that I would rather have the pictures, then the others laughing at me." I nodded as I could understand the peer pressure that she described. It seemed like a strange operation, and I wasn't sure that I liked it. When she continued it was almost at a whisper, "When they called my name I was sure that my legs would give out, or that I would faint, but I walked to the little partitioned cube and went inside. A photographer was there waiting for me. He took my coat and things then told me to stand against the partition wall. I stepped back and he started to take pictures. He said to smile, and I tried, but I know that it wasn't much of a smile. He looked at me and then he started to tell me jokes. Some of them were very stupid, and some were very dirty. But some time during that I did smile, and he took the pictures. Then he told me to take off my clothes, one piece at a time. I was embarrassed, but he kept telling me jokes and I kept laughing. I didn't think about the camera, or the pictures. I just listened to him and his jokes. Before I knew it I didn't any clothes on at all, and he was telling me that I could get dressed. It was over, and it wasn't so bad. I knew that I had let him take pictures of me doing things that I would never have believed possible. When he said to do something, I just did it, I didn't think about it, and I couldn't stop laughing. Before I left, he told me that I was the best that he had ever photographed." I could see the pride in her face and the strong tone of her voice. She was proud of accomplishing something that she never thought that she could do. I had to smile at her and agree that it was something special. She then told me about the questions that she had to answer on the papers. It seemed that they always had more personal questions. She said that it was the latest that they had ever kept her there, and that she didn't get much sleep that night. I noticed that she got very quiet again, and suspected that her story was about to get embarrassing to her again. "When they called me the next time they had a time and a room number for me to go to. I was scared because it had always seemed safe with everybody there, and now I was supposed to go to a room. It made me feel cheap. I remembered the first time that I went, and all of the beautiful women, and then I remembered that I was still there while they were gone. I didn't know if I would go, but I decided to think about it. During the day I decided against it, but when the time came for my appointment, I found myself at the room. I sighed and knocked. I didn't know why I had gone, but I had. There was an older man with gray hair that opened the door. I wonder if that was the man that was looking for the girl, but he said that his job was to interview the girls. He invited me in and I was surprised to see that his room was more of a conference room than a hotel room. There was not a bed, and I felt better. But it was much worse than if he had just done things to me on a bed." I noticed that now she kept her head down, and wouldn't meet my eyes. Her voice was in a whisper and her hands were in her lap. I knew that if I had looked that I would see her wringing them. I knew that she was not going to leave out any part of her story. I offered a few words of encouragement, but they didn't seem to help. I didn't rush her and soon enough her story continued. "It was the worst time of my life. He told me to sit down and then he took a file that had my picture attached to the front. I saw him check the picture and look at me. Then he opened the file and it was very large. I knew that I had not answered so many questions that it would be so thick, and I wondered what else was in the file. He started by saying that he now knew everything about me. I smiled at him because I knew that he would never know everything. He didn't smile back or anything. It scared me a little, but I was still confident. Then he showed me now wrong that I was. He asked me why I had not slept with any other man than my father. And then he said that he knew that I had also had sex with my mother, and my sister. I couldn't do anything other than to sit and stare at him. How did he know that? How did he find out? I knew then that he did know all of my secrets. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move. He handed me a tissue even before I knew that I was crying. I was so ashamed. He didn't stop and he went on. He told me that I had not been forced, and that I loved it, and I loved my family and would do anything to keep them safe. He said that even though I had not had sex with animals, if my father had wanted it, I would have. And as I sat and listened to him I knew that he was telling the truth. If my father had wanted it, I would have. I listened to him tell me everything that he knew about me. The more that I heard, the more I knew that my life was over. I could not live with the shame that he was saying. As long as no other person ever knew, then I was safe, but now he seemed to know every dirty secret that I did, and even the dirty thoughts in my mind. I was too scared to say anything. When he was finished, he asked me if he had missed anything, and I wondered if what it could have possibly have been. Maybe that I wet myself once and that I never told anybody. I couldn't understand how he knew these things, or what he wanted from me." I could understand her fear. It was the public opinion of such acts that would destroy her. Now I had some idea how she had been forced to come here, and it enraged me. I was determined to find out who had done this and settle with them myself, just because they had dragged me into it. I also offered her a tissue, and she took it gratefully. I sat a box on the table before her, and waited to find out who was the person behind this outrage. "He said that he wanted to talk about my life, and with what he knew I didn't see much reason. He already knew everything. But he said that since he already knew, it was the reason that he wanted to talk. If he had asked questions about it, without proving that he already knew about it, I would have lied. I had to admit that he was right, I would have. I nodded and for the next forty-five minutes we talked about my life; my father, my mother and my sister. He wrote down everything that I said. I couldn't imagine why he would even care. It was obvious that I was never to be chosen. Who would want a person like me? I was worse than the lowest street whore, and to even pretend that there was a reason to put anything else in that file was only to cause me more harm." There wasn't anything that I could say, so I waited for her to continue. My blood was on a low boil, and I didn't trust myself to speak. "When we were finished talking he put down his pen and told me that only one person would ever see that file. And when their search was over, the file and the pictures would be destroyed. I looked at him with hope for the first time since I had sat down. He smiled and reassured me that it was true. He showed me the safe in the room and I watched him put my folder in the safe. I don't know why, but I believed him." She looked at me with tears still on her face. When she looked at me she saw the rage, and she immediately stood up, knocking her chair over in the process. She stammered, "I am sorry, I have offended you with my presence in your home. A woman like me does not deserve to be in the presence of honorable men." I suddenly realized that she had misunderstood my look, and quickly tried to set things right, "No, you don't understand! It is not you that I am angry about. It is what they did to you that has made me angry. I am not offended by your presence her. I am honored by you, and I want you to continue. I want to find out more, and who is responsible for these things." She looked confused, and then said that I was responsible, as they explained that they were working for the American that was looking for the girl, and I was the one that she was sent to. I knew better than to try and explain things that I didn't understand; and now was still not the time to try. I nodded and said that there were things that I was not aware of, and that she had to understand that some of these things were new to me. That was why I wanted her to tell me everything. I explained to her that it was all very important, so that I could understand what had happened, and what I didn't know. She seemed to accept this and nodded to me showing that she understood how it could happen. I righted her chair and asked her to sit down and continue her story. "I never saw any of the other girls again. The next time that I was called I was sent to a doctor. I was in the hospital for three days. They ran every test on me that was known, I think. They must have stuck me with needles a hundred times, and took more blood than I thought that I had in me. I had to do a hundred little things, and I didn't understand any of it. It scared me, but they kept telling me that it was just tests to make sure that I was healthy. I began to wonder, but I did what they told me. When they let me go, they said that I was in perfect health, and that the results would be sent to the people that ordered the tests. It was two days later that they called and I was told the same room number. I was pleased to see the same man. My file was now huge. He said that all of my tests were in the file, and that everything that happened to me would be in my file. We talked some more. I found that I liked talking to him. I could say anything to him. I didn't have to try and hide anything, or tell lies. But he never asked me the same type of questions again. He never asked me anything directly about sex, or my sex life. He asked me about what I wanted from life, and what I thought about people. He asked me many simple things, and I felt like he knew me better than anybody ever had. I went back and talked to him many times, and it was always the same." There seemed to be softness in her voice when she spoke of the man, and I wasn't sure who I should be angry with. It only confirmed that I needed more information before I could make any decisions. She seemed much calmer now, and I hoped that the worst was over with. "When I got a call the last time I was told to go to the Takamurha office building downtown. I was given the number of the office. I didn't know why, but I was sure that I would find out. It was late in the evening, but the building was still open. I went to find the office and saw that it was a legal office. I was scared again, but I went inside. I was told to wait. In a short time I was showed into a large office with big windows all across one wall. The office and the windows marked the man as important. The gray haired man that I had been talking to was there too. I was glad to see him, he made me feel safe. I was asked to sit down beside the gray haired man. When I was sitting I finally got to understand what everything was all about." She stopped to take a drink, and I noticed that her hand trembled, but I wasn't sure of the reason. It was just starting to get interesting, and I wished that she would get on with it, but I was determined not to rush her. "They explained that an American man was looking for a woman to serve him. It was explained that she had to have the right attitude, and she had to believe in certain things. They told me the chosen woman had to believe in the same things that he did, and that they thought that I was the woman. If I was interested they would offer me the position. I couldn't believe that with all of the beautiful women that they had to choose from, they would pick me. I had heard that it was a lot of money, but I never really thought that I would ever really get picked. Not the person that I was. I asked what I would have to do and how long it would be. They told me that I would become the property of the man, for the rest of my life, and that I should be very sure about what I was to choose. It would be the same as the traditional servants and retainers of ancient Japan. My very life would be in his hands, to be used as my lord seemed appropriate. I understood the term, as I had been raised in the traditional Japanese home. In the mountain villages most were raised in that way. A marriage was similar. It carried the same responsibilities, so I considered it to be a marriage to someone that I had never met. But in this I knew that my very life was forfeit. They explained that for my service a very large sum would be paid to me for my family. I knew that they would never be in need for money for the rest of their lives. It was what I came to Tokyo to do, and I could do it all at one time. They told me to go home and consider it well, as there could be no turning back. They gave me a telephone number and said to call them when I had decided." I waited for her to get a drink again, and now understood a great deal more. Since she was there I figured that she had accepted the offer, and the general details weren't really of much importance. There were still some things that I didn't know, but I now at least understood the big picture. When she looked at me I could see that her trembling had gotten worse. I knew that there was something else that she still had not told me, and it was bothering her more as her story continued. "I thought for almost a week, before I called them. I told them that I would accept the offer. After I told them that, they asked me to once again come to their office that evening. When I arrived I was immediately shown into the office. The same two men were there. They were pleased that I had accepted, but then they explained that there was one last thing. The American had to meet me and accept me. I understood that they could not accept me for him. He had never even met me. So they bought me a lot of new clothes, and sent me here to meet you. All that is left is that you have to accept me. If you reject me, I will go back, and one of the others will be sent. So now it is up to you." She fell quiet with her head bowed, and now I understood. All that she had gone through was now in my hands. If I rejected her then she would have gone through everything for nothing, and if I accepted her then she would become, in essence, my personal slave. A permanent one; which I would have with me for a very long time. This required some consideration on my part as well. I considered my options. I looked at her and asked, "Can you cook?" She looked up quickly and nodded, and I motioned around the kitchen. "Then fix us some dinner, as I need to think about this. You considered your options for almost a week, and I need to make a decision, one way or the other, tonight." I rose and started to leave the kitchen, but stopped as a thought came to mind, "Tell me did they give you anything for you to give me?" She blushed as she nodded, and said that they had sent a package and that it was in the car. She said that she had forgotten. I nodded when I said to make sure that she made enough for the driver as well. Then I left the kitchen. I went to the limo and explained that I needed the package that had been sent to me. The driver went to the trunk and came back carrying a small, but extremely heavy package. I could guess what was in the package, and thanked the driver, as I once again returned to the house. Once inside I settled myself in the library to look over the contents. When I opened the package I was surprised to find an envelope on top of everything else. It was direct and to the point, and it explained much. Dear Son, I have contacted some business associates that I deal with in Japan. I have outlined for them my desires, and needs. They understand what I want from them. Now I will explain my actions to you. I know you well enough to know that you will spend the rest of your life in that house alone. I can't let you do that, as you need a companion. I have instructed my associates to find you the perfect companion. They will not rest until the search has been completed. If you are reading this, then they believe that they have succeeded. I instructed them to send you this note when they have accomplished their goal. I hope that you understand why I have done this, and the love that I have for you. This is what I think that you need, but it is still in your hands, and your decision. I will accept whatever that you choose to do With all of our love, Jacob P.S. Fred and Trixie believe that you need someone as well, as we discussed this in a family meeting. One way or another, you will not be alone in that house. I realized that as I read his letter, my tears had managed to escape and made a mad dash for the note. Before I could stop them they had managed to find the paper. I wiped my face as I folded the note and put it back in the envelope. Then I set about going over the huge file in the package. Akiko was right it was huge. Inside were medical test results, and they were right, she was indeed in perfect health. I read the synopsis and transcript of every meeting, as well as the original forms that she had filled out. I was surprised to see that she was much older than I had thought. She was an old lady of thirty-one, and I knew that she looked at most twenty-one. She held her age very well. She was only a couple of years younger than I was. I took a little time studying the psychological profile, and the general evaluation results. From the time that I had spent with her, as well as her story I could see that they had a very good profile of her. It fit her personality exactly. I was surprised to see that she had only been on her own for three years. Up to that point she had lived at home. In the last three years her sex life had been non-existent. She had never had any male lover except her father. It was scary to think that she had lead such a sheltered life, then been thrust so violently into the real world. I realized that I had been deeply involved in the material when a knock at the door brought me back to reality. I called and Akiko opened the door. She said that the food was ready. I nodded and then called to her before she left the room. She turned back to me and I asked her, "What have you told your family about this?" She looked at me for a moment before answering, "I told them the truth. I told them what I was going to do." I looked at her and when she didn't say anything else I was forced to ask her what their opinions had been. She responded quietly, "My sister understood why I was doing it, and wished me well. My mother said that if I did this thing, then she would consider me as already dead. She said that I had sold my honor, along with my body, and had brought shame to her as well." I nodded as I told her that I would be right in, and we could eat. I considered her words as I sat there. I wondered why she would make that decision when her family obviously thought that it was wrong. I closed the box that contained the material about Akiko and went to join her in the kitchen. As I got closer I could smell the wonderful aromas, and knew that she was a good cook. I was not disappointed with her cooking skills and truly enjoyed myself. She was more than a good cook, she was excellent. As we finished our meal I asked her, "Why did you decide to accept the position, when you knew how your family would react?" she thought for a long time before she said,"My family only knows that I work in Tokyo and send them money to live. They do not see that every day it gets harder not to give the men what they want. First they ask you to dinner, and then they want to sleep with you. When you say no they try harder. Soon there are more of them. When your boss desires you, your job is at stake unless you give him what he wants. Soon there are more of them. If you don't want these things then you have to look for a new job. I changed jobs because of men wanting me. I found a job working for a woman, and it was worse. I found that she wanted me too. Then I found that she would offer the other girls to stop the men from using her. I had to leave that job too. I could sell my body for a job, or I could sell my body as a job. This way I sold myself into a traditional position of service. It is as old as Japan itself. I see that it has honor, at least more then pulling up your dress and leaning across a desk, just so that you can pay your rent." I nodded my agreement, and understanding. I thought for a minute and asked, "What will you do if I don't accept you?" she didn't look up at me, and her voice was low when she said that she would go back to Japan and sell herself to put food on her mothers table, and make her mother happy, because she didn't know the truth. I shook my head and said that I understood. Harassment is never a simple thing. I rose and told her to clean the kitchen so that it looked as it did before she started. I also reminded her to take the food to the driver, and she nodded that she would. When I sat back in the library I had decided that I would accept Akiko. She was honest and I had to admit that I did find her extremely attractive. I opened the package of pictures. I had made a point of not opening them, unless I had decided to accept her. I had to admit that she took a good photo. And her body was even more attractive than I had thought. She was right some of the photos were very revealing, but I found them all tasteful even if they did show the parts of her body that she would normally never show. I slipped them back in the large envelope along with the negatives and closed the box. I poured myself a brandy and smoked a cigar. I thought of many things, and how I should handle things. It was a little time before I decided the best approach. I place my empty brandy glass on the table at my side and stubbed out the cigar. I left the library with a purpose, as I made my way to my room. It took a few minutes to get what I was after, but once in hand I returned to the kitchen. Akiko was finished cleaning the kitchen and was sitting at the table. She jumped up as I entered. I looked at her hard, "I have only one question for you. Do you want me to accept you?" I looked her in the eyes as she didn't hesitate before answering, "Yes, sir I do." I nodded to her as I pitched the stainless steel collar on the table with a chink of metal on wood. It skidded to the edge closest to her before coming to a silent rest. I told her, "I will make it a simple choice. It is your choice, not mine. That is a slave collar, if you put that around your neck of your own free will. That will be the last act of free will that you will have. From that time on I will own you. I will decide all aspects of your life. What you will wear, what you will eat, what you will do and when, and even with who you will do it. Any time I feel that you should be punished, you will be, in whatever way that I choose. You will accept any pain, or pleasure that I give you, or deny you. You will completely give your life to me, and I will use it as I wish. Do you understand?" she nodded as she looked at the collar. I continued, "That collar is for the world to know that you are my property, and once it is put on, it can only removed by me. If you feel that you can't live like that, then all you have to do is leave. You can say that I did not accept you, and you can live your life as you desire. But whatever you choose, it will be your choice. You will never look at me and think that you didn't have a choice. You will always know that it is your choice, and now you will make it. When you leave this room it will be on or off, and that will decide the rest of your life." I turned and left the room. I eased into a comfortable chair in the den and waited for her decision. It didn't take long, and she was in the den with a shiny collar around her neck. I smiled at her and said that we needed to go to the limo and get her things. I was sure that the driver had a life of his own, and would like to get back to it. After the driver had placed her bags inside the door he asked, in a very official tone, if I accepted receipt of the package. I smiled and nodded, saying that I did accept the package. At that point he produced an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket. As he handed the envelope to me, he said that he hoped that we had a good evening and left quietly. I watched as he turned the limo back toward the highway and then only the lights could be seen. I opened the envelope and studied a number of things. There was a contract, some additional profile information and an immigration paper. I studied the contract first; it was the typical legal affair with a lot of whereas, and party of first part and such. I scanned it over and basically it was an agreement between Akiko and myself; acting through agents and representatives. It spelled out the responsibilities of the parties in the agreement, in accordance with traditional Japanese law, and stipulated that all disputes would be handled in Japan, where the contract was instituted, and on record. Basically it represented a slave contract, legally enforceable for the price of the contract. I didn't see the need of it, but decided to put everything in the office safe. I would look the other things over later. As I got the package of the documents from the library I instructed Akiko to accompany me as I went to the office. When we got there, I pointed to a desk and told her to write a letter to her sister and mother. When she looked confused I explained that she should send her address, and explain to them that she had arrived safely. Anything else that she wanted to say was her own business, but I expressed clearly that I expected her to write every week. Even if they never wrote back, I still wanted her to write them. I watched as she began the first letter, then I moved to the safe and stored the paperwork away. While she was busy I sat and sent off a quick e-mail to Jacob and the kids. I expressed my thanks over the thoughtful gift, but told them that I wish that they would have consulted me first. Not that I would have accepted, but surprises like this were a little disquieting. When we were both finished with our writing tasks, I told her to follow me as I retrieved her bags. I took her to the only guest room that didn't have a bathroom. I wanted her to have to go across the hall to use the bathroom. I placed her bags on the bed and told her to unpack. I sat in a chair watching her as she hung up her clothes. When her bags were empty I put them on the top of the closet for her. Then I told her to strip, I explained that I meant every piece of clothing that she had on. I watched as she began removing her clothes. The pictures didn't do her justice. She was even more beautiful than her picture. I watched as her little nipples stood up and tightened into hard little points as the air made contact. It was an impressive sight. By American standards she would still be wearing a training bra, but her firm tits didn't have any sag as she moved around the room putting away each thing as she took it off. I watched as her stretch pants slid from her waist and marveled at the slim narrow hips, and the firm ass wiggling inside her panties. When the panties came off I was treated to a sparse bush of coal black hair. It was thin enough that I could still see her delicate pussy lips. They were slightly puffy and even straining hard I couldn't see her clit. I couldn't tell what type of clit that she had. When she stood before me I nodded my appreciation and expressed my pleasure at her beauty. She blushed almost down to her small pert tits. I then showed her where the bathroom was, and told her to take a nice hot bath, and while she was at it I wanted her to remove every hair from her body, from the neck down, without exception. She nodded her understanding and acceptance. I told her that I would return in half an hour, and that I expected her to be finished. She gave a slight bow and I watched as she moved toward the bathroom, and I left her to her tasks. I went to handle a few things of my own. Exactly a half-hour later I walked into the bedroom, as I entered she stood at the edge of the bed. There was a towel on the bed, but she didn't reach for it as she stood up. I could see that she had done an excellent job, as I couldn't see a single hair when I looked her over. I nodded and praised her work. Then I told her to come with me. I led the way to my bedroom. As we walked down the hall I could see out of the corner of my eye the she kept her head down and followed meekly. She didn't dawdle, or make any attempts to avoid my control. I knew that in her mind this was exactly what she expected. Her culture demanded complete obedience, even to the surrender of her life. Once she had committed herself, there could never be any honorable action for her, but undying loyalty. I had finished the profiles while I had waited for her, and the information explained many things, not only about her traditional upbringing, but about her acceptance of her Japanese culture in modern life. She was caught more thoroughly than any fish on a hook; and with just as little options in her life. She accepted her life without reservations, and regardless what mean and nasty things that I did to her, it would change nothing in her mind. As I opened the door and led her into my bedroom, she couldn't resist looking around. I heard her breath catch as she saw the overall size of the room, and the beautiful surroundings. I smiled to myself, and once again thanked Trixie and the girls for having such wonderful taste. I closed the door with a push, as she stood and stared at the oversized bed. More than once I had regretted having that bed. You never feel as alone, as when you slept in a bed that size, all alone. I moved purposefully to the hot tub. It was now nicely up to temperature, and the jets were quietly moving the water into a churning cauldron. I stood beside the tub and ordered her to remove my clothes. She quickly moved to the task and in short order my clothes were efficiently disappearing from my body. I knew that this was not her first time removing a man's clothing, and she didn't seem to pay any attention to my body as she removed the clothes, at least until she stood behind me. When she saw the scares on my back trailing all the way the back of my knees, I heard her breath catch. I could tell that she was intently curious. I felt her fingers trace a scar from my shoulder blade down to my hip. Only when she walked around to face me did she look in my eyes. I could see the burning curiosity in her and knew that one day she would ask me many questions, and I knew that I would tell her. Not for sympathy, but for understanding. I didn't need sympathy, I had come to face my demons long ago, and my life was what it was, I could not change that. I had made peace with myself. I ordered her into the tub. She didn't hesitate as she moved to get in on the far side. As I got in I watched as she slowly sank into the hot churning water. It bubbled and swirled around her as it came up to her neck. I watched the tension start to drain from her as she leaned back against the comfortable cushion, soaking up the heat and the soothing massages of the active water jets hitting all over her body. I watched as she continued to relax. I could tell that she was still watching me closely from half closed eyes, but the hot water was having its effect. I reached over the side of the hot tub and picked up the chilled bottle of wine from its ice bucket. I had put it there when I had started the hot tub. I poured two glasses and handed her one. I knew when she moved to take it without my saying a word that I had been right about her watching me. I watched as she sipped the ice cold wine. I had to admit that it was good in the hot water. It was refreshing and stimulating, but its effects would also relax and sooth. When her glass was empty I took her glass and returned it to the small table beside the hot tub. I then ordered her to turn with her back to me. She seemed reluctant, as I saw the flash of emotion in her eyes, but then it was gone and she quickly moved to comply with my order. As she waited for me to do whatever I had in mind I watched her tense. My hands on her shoulders made her jump, even though she had expected my touch. I smiled as I knew that she expected the touch to be elsewhere on her body. I gently, but firmly massaged her neck and shoulders. From there I moved down her body. I massaged everywhere I could reach; her hips and legs, and even her calves and feet. I watched as she slowly continued to relax. As I worked my way back up her body to her shoulders I watched as she slowly left this world. Her head slowed tilted to the right, resting on my hand as her body finally released all of the tension that she had been holding. I could imagine what type of stress that she had been under for days. As she finally relaxed in the hot water, the wine and the massage were all combined to let her drift into the world of slumber. I gently laid her back against the cushion and climbed out. I quickly dried my body, and turned off the hot tub. I watched the powerful jets suddenly go quiet. The water slowly became a calm moment in time. I took another large towel from the warmer concealed in the base of the hot tub. I thought it a wonderful idea to use the same mechanism to warm towels as they used to heat the water; it was an ingenious operation. I gently took her in my arms and lifted her out of the hot water. I was glad that she didn't weigh any more than she did, as the angle of lifting her out was awkward. Once I had her safely in hand I quickly wrapped the warm towel around her body. I dried her completely, except for her hair. It was wet from her shoulders to the bottom; which went to the middle of her back. When she was as dry as I could get her, I put her gently into bed. I covered her up and tucked her in. I then went to the bathroom and took a shower of my own. When I was completely dry I headed for the bed myself. I quietly slipped into bed behind her and snuggled up to her sleeping form. I marveled again at her tiny form as I folded her into my arms. I drifted off to sleep with her wonderful scent filling my nose. The early morning sun was just breaking through the window when I realized that I was not alone in bed. It took a minute before everything came rushing back to me. Then I realized that my hard cock was firmly wedged between Akiko's legs. At some point she had to have raised her leg and let my cock rest up against her dainty little pussy. I could also feel the wetness on my cock, and knew that her pussy had been leaking hot sticky juices for some time, as I could easily slide my cock back and forth through her thighs. I realized that it was the wonderful sensation that had awaken me. I smiled as I gently slipped my arm from under her little body, and softly slid my cock out from between the warm embrace of her wet thighs. I then softly slid from the bed and put on my robe. The smell of coffee was wonderful as I sat in the kitchen and sipped a cup of the steaming ambrosia. The one thing that I truly missed living so far out was the morning paper with my coffee. Not that I really enjoyed the paper, but old habits were hard to break. I paid a considerable sum to have the paper delivered to my door every morning, and I was busy reading the paper when Akiko walked in. I was surprised to see her up so early, as I had expected that she would sleep for a long time. Emotional tension made a person very tired, I knew this from personal experience. I saw that she had taken my instructions seriously as she was standing without clothes, beside my chair. I pointed to the coffee pot and said that there was coffee; anything else that she might want, she would have to fix herself. She smiled and got a cup and poured herself a cup of coffee. I was glad that she didn't appear to need a lot of special attentions to adapt. She asked if there was anything interesting in the paper. I smiled at her and decided to have a little fun, and see how she reacted. I told her to come over to me. When she was standing beside me, I opened my robe, exposing the fact that I had on as little as she did under the robe. I told her to sit on my lap. She hesitated for only a second before she gently sat on my lap. I then closed my robe around us both. Then I told her that she could read the paper with me. She giggled as she realized my intensions. An hour later we had finished the paper and had three cups of coffee. I pointed to a small cabinet and told her that there was an apron in there. I said that I wanted two eggs, a piece of toast and juice. I then got up and left her to fix breakfast as I went upstairs to change. After I had slipped on a pair of jeans, T-shirt and a sweater I went to Akiko's room and went through her clothes. I found a similar outfit for her, and placed it on her bed. I then selected a reasonably short skirt and a thin blouse, along with a pair of heels about three inches tall. I couldn't imagine her small delicate feet in a pair of three inch heels. On most women that would equate to about five inch heels. I was curious to see what she would look like. As I entered the kitchen my breakfast was on the table, along with a similar breakfast for her. She was standing beside the table waiting for me. I saw that she had already cleaned up the kitchen from her cooking, and had ran out of things to do to keep herself busy waiting for me. I smiled as I sat, and told her to sit down and eat. After the simple breakfast I told her that on her bed there were clothes similar to what I was wearing. She was to get dressed. As she turned to leave, I called to her that she could only wear what I had taken out for her, and nothing else. She nodded as she left the kitchen. I quickly washed off the dishes and placed them in the dish washer. Just as I had finished I saw that Akiko had returned. She looked breathtaking, even in jeans and a big sweater. I wondered how much was her, and how much was me. I knew that this was not going the way that it should. Maybe she really was my perfect match. Maybe they had a profile on me as well. I wouldn't put anything past them, as they appeared to be very through, and between Jacob, Trixie and Fred they could have outlined a very close understanding of my psychological makeup. I shrugged as I realized that I really didn't care, I still thought that she was great. I wiped my hands and motioned for her to follow as I headed out the back door. It was a bit chilly, but it wasn't winter yet. And the later autumn weather was till holding on. I went to the barn and I could tell that she was a little nervous as I began saddling Rusty, the Stallion. I quickly understood that she didn't have a clue what to do, and told her to just wait for now. When I was finished I moved over to Belle, she was the real tame one of the two mares. Even though neither one was really spirited, Starr still liked to take off and run sometimes. For somebody that didn't have much experience it might not be a good thing. I quickly saddled Belle and she was reluctant to get into the saddle. I showed her how to mount up and helped her get into the saddle. Once she was seated I adjusted the stirrups for her shorter legs and made sure that she was comfortable. It looked like she might shit on herself at any moment, but I figured that she would handle whatever came up. I mounted Rusty and showed her how to control the horses. She looked so scared that I hoped that I wouldn't have to chase them down if she panicked. I told her to just take it slow, and decided a little corral time might be in order. It turned out to be a good idea. After about thirty minutes she relaxed enough that I thought that she was safe in the real world. I opened the corral and we went for a ride. I took her around the ranch. I showed her the edges of the ranch and the other livestock that roamed the land. We took a quick look at the stream as we followed it to the front edge of the property. Then we followed the fence over to the entry gate. I then dismounted and dropped the out going mail into the box, and raised the flag. I explained that all outgoing mail had to be brought to the box each morning, and the mail picked up each afternoon. She was concerned that she would have to saddle and ride a horse everyday. I laughed as I assured her that it wouldn't be necessary, as we headed back to the house. Once in the barn I showed her how to remove the saddles and bridles, and I knew that she would never be able to lift a saddle. As far as getting her hand that close to the horse's mouth, I really didn't think that she would be doing that any time soon. All things considered, she did very well, and I was proud of her. I told her as much. She smiled and thanked me as she admitted that she had been terrified. I asked if she still was, and she had to think for a moment before she said, "No, not terrified. But I am still scared, even if it was fun once I got used to it." I smiled and gave her a little kiss. We then headed toward the house. Once inside I led the way upstairs and told her to take a shower, or a bath if she wanted to soak for a bit, and then get dressed with the clothes that I had laid out for her. She nodded as she headed to her room. I headed to mine and quickly got cleaned up and changed. I went to the library to wait for her. I looked up as she entered the library. She was hesitant as she looked in, but I reassured her that it was alright to seek me out, unless I had instructed her to wait for me in a specific place; she nodded her understanding. I looked her over and I felt my cock start to get hard in my pants. Her heels almost made her look like she was walking on the very tips of her toes, and it made her look considerably taller. It also made her legs not only look sexy, but very long as well. Her shirt ended mid-way between her knees and her pussy. The thin shirt was not see-through, but her bare breasts had her hard nipples poking thought the material very sexily. I smiled and said that I thought that she looked fantastic. She blushed as she thanked me. I took her around the waist as we headed back out of the house again. I guided her toward the garage and she was surprised when I put her in the Mercedes. I slid behind the wheel and pulled the car out, and headed toward town. We had driven a ways when she asked about undergarments. I looked at her and smiled as I shook my head. I then proceeded to explain, "Under-things will only be worn when I think that there will be a need for them. At all times when we are in the house you will be without any clothes of any kind, unless I tell you to put something on. When we are going outside the house I will decide what you will wear, and I will put it out for you as I did today. You will never be ashamed of what you are, or are not wearing. If you ever act like you are embarrassed or ashamed I will punish you, do you understand the rules?" she nodded quickly and told me that she understood perfectly. We rode along for a long while without speaking, each of us involved in our own thoughts. I was surprised when she asked me, "This morning, why did you get up and not... Well, you know. Don't you find me pretty enough? I know that men like big breasts, and mine are so little, and men like firm round asses, and I hardly even have one. Even my own father said that I wasn't enough of a woman, even for a little boy. Did you just accept me because you felt sorry for me, about what they did? Do you just want me to cook and clean and take care of you?" She was suddenly talking so fast that I couldn't get a word in, "If I don't please you I can go to a doctor and he can make my breast big, and give me a round ass, or do anything else that you want me you look like. I don't mind, I will have whatever you want done... I swear that I will try hard to please you..." I finally had to shout to stop her talking, "Stop it! Shut up a minute and let me talk! You ask all kinds of questions, and then you don't give me a chance to tell you anything. Now, just be quiet for a minute and let me talk." Once I was sure that she was going to be quiet I took a deep breath and clamed down a little. So much was going on all at one time that I had to get my thoughts together. I looked at her and saw that she was examining her fingers in her lap, and I knew that she was stressed out again by the way that she picked at her fingers. "First let me start by saying that I do find you very attractive, and yes, you do please me very much. I am not like most men; I happen to like the small size of your breasts. And as for your hips and ass; I also like them just like they are. I am not a man that likes a round ass either. Why I didn't do anything to you this morning is the same reason that I didn't do anything last night. I wanted to give you time to get settled, relaxed and get to know me. Just a few days ago you were in Japan, now you are here, with a man you have never met before. I know that you can't be happy about it, not deep down inside, so I wanted to give you some time get to know me, and understand me. I also wanted to make sure that you understand what I expect of you. When I think that you are ready, I will decide how we shall be together. If I wasn't happy with what you looked like, I never would have accepted you, and if you believe what your father said, then you don't know anything about what a real man desires. A real man can see your beauty, and appreciate your body as it is, and I will never allow it to be changed." As I looked at her, she kept her head down still staring at her hands. I didn't know what else to say, so I waited for her to speak. I watched the road, but kept a watch on her out of the corner of my eye. I noticed a tear fall from her cheek, and hit her hands. I reached in the console and got her a tissue and handed it to her. She dried her eyes and I heard her blow her nose. The sound was so out of proportion for her small frame that it struck me as terribly funny, and I couldn't help the laugh escaping from me. She looked at me in total confusion, until she understood the reason for my laughter, then she giggled herself. That got the laughter going in full force, and soon we were both laughing so hard that it was difficult to drive. When the laughter died out, she blew her nose again and this time it sounded what I would have expected. She wiped her cheeks again, and then she spoke. "I am sorry if I have offended you, but all of my life I have been told that my body was ugly, and that I couldn't excite a small boy. Now you tell me that you find me pretty. I don't understand, but I am yours to do with as you wish, and I will always do as you say. If you want my body to stay like it is, then it will, but I am not sure that I believe you when you say that I am pretty. I don't know why you would lie to me, but I have never been pretty." This time she watched me closely as she waited for me to speak again. I shook my head as I told her, "Beauty is inside and outside. Many of those girls that you saw and thought were so beautiful, inside that weren't even pretty. They knew that they were beautiful, and they used that to get things that they wanted. Women like that use their beauty like a weapon. Why do you think that they weren't chosen? Inside you are very beautiful; you have love, compassion, respect, honor and duty. Those things make you who you are. I happen to find you very beautiful on the outside as well. There is a saying; 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. This beholder happens to find you beautiful. If you don't want to believe me, then you don't have to, but look into my eyes and you will see that I am telling you the truth." As I turned my head and looked her directly in the eyes, I held her gaze for as long as I could safely do so. Then I had to look back at the road, but in that time, I think that she did believe me. I felt her small hand on my arm, and she gently squeezed and I understood that it spoke many emotions that she couldn't voice. ------- Chapter 7B It was quiet the last five miles to town. I hoped that she understood what I planned to do, but there wasn't really much that she could do about it in either case. I parked the car on the square. When we got out, I took her by the arm and guided her across the street. She noticed the looks that I got, and even some of the reactions that the women had when they saw me. Once again I could feel her eyes on me with a burning desire to ask me questions. I ignored the women and headed down the street in my own casual fashion. I wouldn't let them have any satisfaction thinking that they could bother me. I had to admit that deep down that it did, just a little bit, but I would never let them know that. She never said a word as we walked into the hair salon. I motioned for a chair and as we sat down I found what I was looking for. I picked up the book of hair styles and as I sat down I opened the book and started to flip through the styles. When I got to the section that I wanted I stopped and asked if there was any style that she liked. She looked at the book for a minute and then she understood what I wanted. All of the styles were of short hair. I nodded as I said that I didn't care what style that she got as long as it was short. I guess that some of it was a culture thing, but she accepted it. I could tell that the idea was not a favorite with her, but she had accepted that it was my wish, and she would please me. She looked through the book, until she found one that she liked and pointed it out to me. I looked it over and saw that it was one that would take quite a bit of care to keep it looking good. I explained to her my reasons, and asked her to find another. She looked again and studied them in a different light. The next one that she found was one that I had no arguments about. It was simple and easy to maintain, but it also had a striking elegance about it. It would look good on her. I smiled and nodded my approval. She smiled, but I could see that her heart wasn't really in it. Before she went to the counter I told her that she was not to talk about herself, me, or tell them anything about the ranch. She was not to say anything about her collar, or anything else that would give them any information about either of us. She looked at me strangely, but she nodded her understanding. I watched as she went to the counter, and was shown immediately to a chair. I watched as the beautician washed her hair again and began the process of cutting it off and styling it into her newly chosen look. I also watched the woman constantly talk and ask questions. I watched and occasionally Akiko would answer her, but most of the time she just seemed to ignore her. I smiled as I watch her frustration level grow, and knew that Akiko was not telling her what she wanted to know. The more frustrated that she got the faster her scissors clipped. Akiko was finished in record time. I had to admit that she looked even better, at least to me. Akiko stood beside me, looking at herself in the mirror, while I paid the girl for her work. The size of the tip must have helped ease her frustration level, because she was smiling again when we left. I asked Akiko if she liked it, she nodded her head and said that she did, but it would take some getting used to. I smiled as I slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her close and quietly told her that I thought that it made her look even more sexy to me than she did before. I was pleased when she hugged me close to her and rested her head against my chest. I still had a hard time believing that she was only a few years younger than I was. She looked so young, and her newly stylish hair only added to the effect. Her size did little to add any years to her either. As I closed her door for her I noticed that I got a look at her bare pussy and to me it only added to the youthful affect. Out next stop was at the real estate office. I introduced her to Jim and Mary. I was surprised to see Mary there, as I had expected her to be home with little Ray. She surprised me again when she took me into one of the offices and showed me that it had been converted into a nursery. She told me that she didn't want to be separated from Jim all day, and he didn't want to be away from either of them either. I smiled as I saw the love in their eyes. I caused a small torrent of gossip when I asked to hold my son, but there was no hesitation on Mary's part, as she placed him gently in my arms. I remembered the times that I had held my girls like that, and when the tears started I gave him back. Mary noticed, but she didn't say anything. I knew that Akiko was watching everything closely. I offered to take Jim and the family to lunch, but he declined as they thought that little Ray was still a bit too young for the outing. I had to agree, but I offered a rain-check, and Jim quickly agreed as he shook my hand. I was pleased that they quickly accepted Akiko, and the whole time that we were there, they were engaging her in conversation. Since she didn't know how much that she could tell them, she was careful about what she said. I smiled at her and whispered that they knew more about me, than anybody else in the whole town, and that we kept each others secrets. She nodded at that, and then she talked freely to them. She really seemed to hit if off, and I could tell that they both really wanted to have lunch with us. Our main gossip in the office was the little receptionist. I knew that anything that I said would be all over town before I even got in my car. It was the one thing that had made the whole fiction about little Ray work. She was a young thing and I dearly loved teasing her, and on my way out I couldn't resist doing it again. Jim and Mary watched as I stopped at her desk and casually spoke to her, "Well my dear will you soon be wearing my collar, or will I just have you carrying my babies?" she sputtered as she pushed herself back away from her desk, and me. I watched as she quickly sprinted to the washroom. I shrugged and grinned as Jim and Mary both broke out in giggles. I waved as I took Akiko's arm and we made out way back out to the car. It was just about lunch time when we walked into the restaurant. It was about the only place in town to get decent food. I didn't have to worry about asking for a table out of the way. I had found out long ago that they preferred me to be as out of the way as they could get. My reputation made me a celebrity, a curiosity and a menace all at the same time. Since I really hadn't done anything, they couldn't refuse me service. I think that the local banker also told them that if they did, I might open a restaurant just to drive them out of business. I knew that he had said similar things to others, and it was helpful in a way, as it kept people off of my back. Once we were seated as far from the decent people as they could get us, Akiko's curiosity got the best of her and she asked what was going on. And why was everybody acting like they were. I smiled and waved a hand to silence her as the waitress joined us. She was pleasant enough and I ordered for both of us. Once she was gone, I cleared my throat and began the long explanation. I had to explain about Mary and Jim. She was surprised about it, but her background made it easy to accept. I then explained about little Ray, and she understood a lot more of the reason for my treatment. I then had to tell her about Rose and Allison, but before I could do that I had to explain about Trixie, and Fred. It took a while, and her eyes got so big that I thought that they would pop out. When I told her about Allison and Lover Boy I didn't know if she was going to have a stroke, or an orgasm. When I had finished she was quiet for a long time, before she spoke again. She asked me if I had left scares on the girls like I had. I was surprised at the question, and it showed on my face. I told her most definitely that I would not do something like that, unless it was deserved. I also said that I had never seen anything in my life that had deserved a single scar on anybody that I had ever disciplined. That made her relax quite a bit, but she still asked about the scars on me. I thought a long time before I told her, over our food, about how I come to wear such a collection of painful memories. Her eyes never left mine the whole time that I told her of my early life at home. When I told her about the last beating that I had received, and where most of my scars had actually come from, I saw her cry. I told her that it shouldn't bother her, as it no longer bothered me. I suddenly noticed that we had outlasted the whole lunch rush, and with a quick look at my watch I thought that we should head home. The drive back was quiet and uneventful. And I noticed that Akiko stayed as close to me as she could get. I wasn't sure why, but I enjoyed it anyway. We stopped at the mail box to collect the mail on the way in. When we walked in the house I ordered her to remove her clothes. She didn't hesitate or even blink as her clothes fell away, as if by magic. Once she was naked I told her to take care of her clothes, and then she could get something to drink and join me in the library. I was just settled into my chair, with my iced tea close by when Akiko entered and I told her to sit at my feet. As she sat I gently took her head and pulled it to my leg. As she rested her head on my leg, I started to run my fingers through her hair. I found that it was one of the things that I really had missed; having a woman at my feet, and running my fingers through her hair as I sat and read. It wasn't long before Akiko was cuddled up against my leg and making quiet little kitten sounds. It was something new to me, but I found it soothing in a way. We passed the afternoon in the library. As the sun fell, and the darkness slowly captured the library I put my book down and sent Akiko off to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She was reluctant to go, but she understood the need to obey my instructions. I smiled at her as she scampered off to the kitchen. We had a marvelous dinner, and as I got up I told Akiko that when she finished cleaning the kitchen I expected her in my bedroom. She nodded and quickly set off to her work. I listened to her busy in the kitchen as I climbed the stairs. When Akiko entered the bedroom I was already in the hot tub. The water was steaming and bubbling as I sipped my wine. As she came to me I told her to get in and handed her a glass of wine. I watched as she slowly sank into the hot water. I saw her relax as she eased back against the cushion, with her eyes closed. I sat and watched her as she enjoyed the bubbling water and the cold wine. When her glass was empty I took her glass and told her to turn around. She knew what I was going to do, and she shook her head. She said that she would rather give me a massage, as it was her duty as my slave to care for me, and she thought that I was treating her too good. I smiled and shook my head as I asked who was giving the orders here. She blushed and turned around. I took my time and massaged her from her neck all the way to her feet and back up again. She didn't fall asleep this time, and when I got back to her neck I worked my way down her front. I massaged every muscle that I could reach as I moved down her body. I never felt her tense as I massage the most intimate places that she possessed. I was pleased that she had come to accept me, but I still didn't think that she was ready for much more yet. I wanted to ease her into a sexual relationship as I wanted this to last for a long time, not just for a few months. I was surprised to feel her hand reach back and grasp my hard cock. I couldn't hide the fact that looking at her beautiful body, and giving her a massage had made me as hard as a steel rod. She didn't turn, or even move as she said, "Are you going to use this one me tonight?" It was more of a casual question, then a passionate query, and I told her, "No." There was no change in her actions or attitude, as she still gently stroked my cock with soft little butterfly touches, but her words held a tone in them. "You had better use it soon. You may be made of iron, but I am not. It has been a long time since I have been with a man, and you have awakened a fire in my body, and soon I will do something that I will have to be punished for." I smiled at her words. They betrayed a passion that was not evident in her responses. I didn't know if all Japanese women were like this, but I didn't think so. I thought that it was more her upbringing and exposure to her father. She spoke again as I was about to fulfill her desire, "I have never had a man as big as you. I am afraid." She spoke quietly and there was a small tremor in her voice. I knew that I was a little bigger than the average man, but I had never considered it anything fearful. But her little hand on my cock reminded me that she was a very petite woman, and I needed to be gentle with her. I asked, mostly for my own curiosity, "How big was the one that you have had?" I watched as she raised her other hand and joining the first two fingers together she held them up. I had to estimate that it was about four inches long and maybe two inches around. I thought to myself that Fred should be the one to revive her passion, and fulfill her needs. Then I thought again, no she needed to find out that there was more in the world than small cocks, especially when he had told her a man would never want her. She needed to know that this one did, and that her father had been full of shit. I whispered, "It's not important. I will go slowly and I know that you can take it. It's not that big." She shuddered as she continued to run her hand up and down my throbbing cock. I decide that it might be a good idea to put things off until tomorrow; I could spend hours stimulating her and getting her ready. Then I could quench the fires of her passion that I would awaken. I eased her hand off of my cock and told her that it was time to get out and dry off. I clicked off the motors and the heater and slowly got out of the hot tub. I knew that she was watching as my cock bobbed and weaved in the air as I got the hot towels. After we were nice and dry I pulled back the covers and ushered her into bed. She was not happy when I snuggled up to her and wrapped her in my arms. It was only a few short minutes before I was drifting off into a dark peaceful slumber. I awoke to the sounds of pain and grunts as I felt a wonderfully tight constriction on the head of my cock. It was then that I understood that Akiko had done what she had promised. When she didn't get her way, she decided to take matters into her own hands, and now she had the head of my cock plunged into her incredibly hot and tight little pussy. I decided to wait and see what she would do next, and how she had planned this to work. I watched as she quietly struggled to get my hard cock into her wet slippery hole. She was obviously trying to get me deep into her wet cunt before I woke up. Even though she was doing her best to stay quiet, occasional grunts of pain still escaped her lips. I didn't know how long it had been since she had been penetrated, but her pussy was so tight that she could have easily convinced me that she was a virgin. The angle for the entry was difficult at best, and with both of us on our sides, and her trying to take me while working only by feel, was making things almost impossible. Her small body working against my larger frame also didn't help. I had to admit that the inch or so that she had managed to get lodged into her hot wet hole felt wonderful. I could tell when she was about to give up, as she grunted in frustration and got still. I slowly moved my hands to her hips. When I had both hands in place, and quickly grabbed her and pulled her deeply onto my cock. I heard as her breath catch in her throat. I then thrust hard as another inch moved into her. I guessed that I was about half way in, and started a firm in and out motion. I didn't try to get it any deeper as I just moved it quickly in and out. Her breath escaped in a moan, "Ohhhhhhh..." When her slippery juices had coated my cock and her pussy thoroughly I held her firmly and drove as far into her as I could get. I was pleased to feel another couple of inches penetrate her hungry body. Once again she gasped as my cock slid in further than anything that she had felt before. I once again resumed with a quick thrusting motion, not going in any further, but not losing any ground either. After she had adjusted once again I heard her moan again. That was the signal that I used to force the last couple of inches in to the limit. This time a small scream escaped her mouth as the base of my cock stretched her as fully as she could even imagine. Once I was all the way in I stopped and held her close to me, letting her adjust to the unusual penetration. It was only a short time that I felt her start to wiggle on my cock. I could tell that she was starting to get excited and wanted more stimulation. I began with a slow thrusting motion, as I didn't want to hurt her, but it wasn't long before she was thrusting back against me harder and harder. I took this as a signal to thrust harder and deeper. She matched my thrusts, moaning deeply with every thrust. It wasn't long before I felt her body tense and her legs shot straight. Then I felt the vice like grip on my cock, and I could barely move it. If it had not been for the copious amounts of her fragrant pussy oils, I would have been locked tight. As it was I could still force my cock in and out as she shuddered through her orgasm. I was thrusting wildly A I felt my own orgasm approaching. I was shocked when she suddenly rolled over on her stomach, slipping my cock out into the cool night air. The sudden shock of the cool air on my wet organ sent chills racing down my spine. She looked aver at me with a dreamy expression, and I did the only thing that a man can do in a position like that; I grabbed a handful of her beautiful black hair and pulled her down to shove my throbbing cock into her tight little mouth. The movement surprised her, but I really didn't care at the moment. I bumped my cock against the closed mouth a couple of time before I growled, "Open your fucking mouth and suck it, you stupid fucking cunt!" She immediately opened her mouth, as I plunged it deep into her mouth. When I hit the back of her throat, she started to gag, but I didn't stop there I used the gag reflex as her throat opened and pushed my cock right down her throat. I was so close that just getting my cock down the throat was enough to trigger my own orgasm. I pulled my cock out until only the head was still in her mouth, and told her, "I better not see a single fucking drop get out of your fucking mouth, or I will whip your ass until you can't sit for a fucking week!" I knew that I had scared her, but at that moment, I really didn't care. My cum erupted into her mouth with a blasting force. I could feel the power of the orgasm all the way to my toes as I fought for breath. Blast after blast splattered into her mouth and not a single drop escaped from her. When the force eased off and all it left were the dribbles still oozing out I relaxed the pressure on her head, and she laid her head down, but never let my cock slip from her mouth. As I felt my cock start to harden again I gently lifted her head from my cock, and looked into her eyes. There was a mixture of fear and embarrassment looking back at me. I shook my head as I said,"I am sorry that I had to treat you like that, but you shouldn't have pulled off of my cock. If you ever do that again, I will punish you severely. Do you understand?" She nodded her head, but she didn't look in my eyes I nodded as I asked her why she had done that, and I was surprised when she said, "I have never felt like that with my father's cock in me. It was always so fast, and he never tried to make it feel good for me. He said that women should see to their own pleasure, I was just supposed to make sure that he felt good. I only had feelings like that when I was with my sister. She knew how to make me feel like that." I saw her blush, and she wouldn't look at my eyes. I knew that she was embarrassed. I didn't hesitate, or even think before I said, "There is nothing wrong with two women giving each other pleasure. I told you about Rose and Allison; many times I had them in the floor giving each other pleasure, just for my entertainment. If I decide to have you entertain me I might arrange for a woman to join you, or I might make you play with your pussy, while a room full of people to watch. Your body is now for my pleasure, and I will decide what pleases me." Even though her face was scarlet, she whispered that she understood, and that she was sorry for cheating me out of my pleasure. I told her that I accepted her apology, but that I wasn't finished with her yet either. Her eyes snapped to my cock, and she saw that it was still half hard, and she looked amazed. I guessed that her father couldn't get it up more than once a night. I smiled as I got up and went to the old gym bag. I had to rummage around a little, but I found what I was looking for. When I returned to the bed she looked confused, but I took her wrist and let her watch as I buckled the leather cuff to her wrist. I then turned her around and buckled the other wrist behind her back. When both wrists were secured behind her I turned her back over on her back, and spread her legs wide open. She said that it wasn't necessary and that she would do as she was told, and that I didn't need such things with her. I smiled and said that I was sure that before I was finished with her this night she would understand that even she could not control herself that well. She looked frightened, but I smiled as I moved between her legs. I used the palm of my left hand to push her tight pussy folds up, and expose her small clit. I licked my lips just before I leaned down and started to lick her now exposed clit. The pleasure hit her hard as her body jumped at the contact. The finger of my left hand just touched her belly button, and I pushed a finger in and lightly rimmed it while my tongue raced all around her clit, occasionally flicking it as I passed over. I heard her gasp and pant as she started to grind her pussy hard against my mouth. I slipped my middle finger of my right hand deeply into her pussy, and she started to hump and thrust against it. Once I had it buried, I was careful not to move it in and out, as I didn't want to cause that specific pleasure in her body. I listened and watched her reactions as she climbed the ladder toward orgasm. I turned my hand over, so that my palm faced up, screwing my finger in her tight little hole. She gasped again at the new sensations. I then bent my finger up tightly against the compact nerve bundle that ran from the top of her pussy. As I hit her G-spot her eyes suddenly got very big, and I slipped her hard throbbing clit in my mouth and started to suck. I then started to stroke her G-spot as I lightly nibbled the hard clit in my mouth, never letting up on the suction. Her eyes had a glazed expression as I felt the first contraction of her stomach muscles. It was with great regret that I immediately withdrew my finger from her pussy and let her clit slip from my mouth. I had learned a lot watching Rose torture Allison; letting her orgasm just start before I stopped, would push her well into frustration. I watched as her eyes snapped open and head jerked down to look at me. I smiled as she squirmed. When I felt her muscles relax on her stomach I attacked her clit again. I pushed her into the first spasm of orgasm before once again stopping the stimulation. It was after the fifth time that she finally screamed at me and struggled to get free. I smiled and said that there was a reason that her hands were secure. With my body between her legs she couldn't close them either. She could only receive the stimulation that I allowed her. After the next time she started to beg for her release. I knew that she was well beyond anything that she had ever experienced before. The bed below her was soaked with her abundant secretions. She was almost constantly whipping her head from side to side. I took both of her legs and folded her knees up against her stiff little nipples. I then lowered myself down until I could get to her tightly puckered little asshole. She stiffened and gasped as my tongue raked across her virgin ass. Once I started to tongue and rim her ass she really started to go wild again. The sensations were new and different, but she screamed from the pleasure that it caused her. Once I had her ass cheeks spread and my face tightly pressed against the hot little hole I moved my hand back to feel and monitor her muscles. When I felt the first contraction, I once again pulled back and watched her wither in frustration. As she begged to allow her the orgasm she so desperately desired, I rolled her over and put her on her knees. With her hands cuffed behind her, it put her upper body resting on her shoulders. When I had her positioned, I slipped my finger into her tight ass. It easily slipped inside before her sphincter muscle tightened up. Once I started a smooth in and out motion with my finger she immediately loosened up, as the pleasure once again coursed though her body. As I plunged her asshole I leaned down and licked her hole around my finger. It didn't take long before she was once again teetering on the edge of the abyss of orgasmic bliss. As she plunged back into the dark side of frustration again, she begged me to give her the release that she craved. I told her that if she wanted the orgasm that she craved she would have to have with my cock in her asshole. I told her that if she begged me to put it in, I would allow her the release that she craved. When she didn't ask right away, I once again plunged my finger in the depths of her ass, and started to lick the rim her asshole, as I pumped it in and out. As I denied her once again the release she began to beg me to put my cock in her ass. I smiled as I slid my hand over her pussy and coated it with her slippery juices. I fisted my cock as it was quickly covered with her oily secretions, and positioned it against her small little hole. I felt her tense as I tried to push in, and decided that she needed a little something extra to push her through her first ass fucking. I slipped my thumb into her pussy; and as I made contact with her G-spot once again, I started to strum her clit with my fingers. The reaction was immediate. She felt the sensations flooding her cunt and relaxed the tension of her ass. I took the opportunity to push my cock easily into her virgin asshole. As her long awaited orgasm hit I was buried balls deep in her tight asshole. Her ass clinched as she tumbled into the abyss of pleasure. She screamed so loud that I was glad that I didn't have any neighbors for at least a mile. Her screams only let up once her body slumped back to the bed. I had watched as she thrashed around like a fish stuck on a hook. I took that time to rapidly pump my cock into her ass, and let her get accustomed to the feel and to allow her asshole to stretch so that she didn't feel any pain. As she lay on the bed gasping for breath, I slowly pumped her ass. She noticed my actions as her body felt the sensations flood through her. She moaned as she felt another orgasm approaching. She started to thrust against me, and I pulled her hips back roughly onto my hard throbbing cock. It only took a few hard thrusts to push her over the brink into orgasm once again. When her ass clinched again it was too much for me and I fired a mighty blast deep into her hot churning bowels. When she felt the first blast deep in her ass, her head came off the bed again as she trembled and shook through another mighty orgasm. As the last weak spurt came from my cock, my softening cock slipped from her ever tightening asshole. I released her wrists as I eased my body down, resting beside her small panting form. When she felt the tension release on her arms she immediately rolled over to lay against my stomach. I knew that she was surprised when I put my hands in her hair and eased her head down to my cock, but she opened her mouth without having to be told. I enjoyed her soft tongue as she gently cleaned my soft cock. When she had gotten every trace of our juices she let my cock slip from her mouth. I pulled her up to me for a deep satisfying kiss, as I folder her into my arms. The morning sun seemed bright as it peeked through the windows. I tried to move without waking Akiko, but as soon as I moved she sat up and starting stretching. She looked at me with a smile as she pounced on me and kissed me deeply. I was surprised that she had so much sexual energy in the morning. Most of the women that I had met weren't interested in sex, until a few cups of coffee and a trip to the bathroom. I thought that only men woke up ready for sex. The more I found out about Akiko, the more I liked about her. After a few steamy kisses I slapped her ass, and told her to go fix me some coffee. She giggled as she rolled off of the bed and skipped out of the room. I smiled in wonder and crawled out myself. After a trip to the bathroom, my piss hard-on eased up and let me walk like a normal human being. As I walked into the kitchen I found Akiko humming as she was busy at work fixing our breakfast. A cup of coffee was waiting on the table, next to the paper. I smiled as I watched her work in the kitchen. I thought that she looked cute; a tiny little girl with a big apron on busily working in the kitchen, humming and singing when the mood struck her. It reminded me of watching Betsy one morning, when she was little. She wanted to make me breakfast, I think that it was my birthday, and she acted the same way. I forced my mind back to the present, when I realized that Akiko was now talking to me. "Are you all right, Lord Preston?" I looked at her for a second before I realized what she had called me. I said, "Yes, I am all right, but I didn't want you to call me lord anything." She looked at me for a long time before she said, "But, it is the honorable title that all retainers use for their noble masters/" I nodded to her and said that in Japan it might be an honorable title, and I was sure that she meant it in the most respectful way, but I did not feel that in America it would be appropriate. I told her that she could call me master, or sir, and in public she should call me Ray. She balked and said that it would be most dishonorable to ever call me Ray in public, and that it showed disrespect. I nodded and said that I understood, but in America if she called me anything but Ray in public, people would start trying to stick their nose into our lives. I explained that America was filled with busy bodies that they always wanted to try and tell you how to live your life, and drawing attention to ourselves was the fastest way to bring the hordes of them down on us. She considered my words for a ling time before she said that even though it was not proper, she would abide by my wishes, but she still didn't like it. She also said that she wanted me to know that even though the titles that I had selected were not acceptable to her, she would use them with the honor that I was entitled to. I smiled and said that it would please me very much. She asked me if I was going to eat, and I noticed for the first time that she had already placed our breakfast on the table. I mentally kicked myself as I realized that I had made myself look like a fool, and was determined not to let that happed again. I dug into my breakfast with a vengeance. Once I started to eat I noticed that I was hungrier than I thought that I was. It must have been the added exercise last night, but whatever it was it made breakfast taste even better than it normally did. When Akiko had cleared the table and refilled our cups she asked if she could read the paper with me again. I smiled at her as I opened my robe and she sat down. This time I noticed that she wasn't being as still as she had been before and it was making my cock get a little stiff. When she felt it start to grow she started to slide up and down on it. I was curious where she intended this to go and pretended that nothing unusual was going on. When my cock was as stiff as a board she calmly reached under her and lined it up with her wet and willing cunt. She then lowered herself onto my cock with a single plunge that brought a grunt from her. I was momentarily overcome with the sudden sensations as her wet sizzling tunnel wrapped itself around my stiff shaft. When I was completely buried she placed her hands once again on the table. She made no effort to move and she studied the paper. I couldn't argue that that this method of reading the paper was quite nice and returned to the paper with her. I found that my concentration drifted easily like this and had to reread articles that I had already read, just to understand them. I was not prepared when she suddenly squeezed the muscles of her cunt. It felt like a vice had gripped me and she held that pressure for a while before she relaxed. It was a temporary condition, and she suddenly flexed her muscles again. This continued the whole time that we read the paper. It made the paper reading session a very long affair, and most of the time I didn't have a clue of what I had read, but I wasn't complaining. By the time that we had turned the last page, I could feel my balls resting in a sea of pussy secretions, and I found it stimulating. She clamped her pussy tight around my cock and it almost started to pulse in rapid squeeze and release motions. That was all that I could take and I groaned as I unloaded a powerful load deep in her clasping cunt. When she felt the first blast she immediately clamped even tighter as her head dropped to the table, and she moaned through her own orgasm. It was a series of little "oh... oh... oh..." getting longer with each one. She leaned back against my chest as she rested, and I wrapped my arms around her. We rested until my softening cock slipped out of her tight little pussy. When it slipped out, she wiggled free of my grip and slipped down to the floor. I leaned my head back and enjoyed as she gently cleaned my cock with her sucking mouth. I knew that it wouldn't do much good with the river of our combined juices under my ass, but it was the thought that counted, and the wonderful sensations that she gave me. As we were climbing the stairs she made a comment about washing my robe. I suddenly realized that I had never really given Akiko a tour of the whole house. I decided that it was time to correct that oversight. I started in the guest bedrooms, and worked my way down the hall. When we passed the laundry chute I pointed it out to her and explained that it went to the basement, where the laundry room was. I then stripped my robe and tossed it in, and closed the door. The tour continued to the first floor, and I showed her all the rooms, except the locked video room. I didn't know what she would think of that, and decided that it would be a subject for a latter date. After the pool and the small gym, I led the way to the basement. It was the one place that I had to explore on my own, as the girls had not included it in the original tour, but it was almost as I had expected it to be. There had been a couple of small changes. The basement opened to the furnace and air conditioning on the far wall and the entrance to the laundry on the other. When we entered she noticed that everything was of the industrial grade of machine, which was almost twice the basic size. There were two washers and three dryers. It was a pet peeve of mine from having to go to the laundry, when I got divorced. I hated the fact that it took forever, and I was not about to have that same problem in my own house. The machines took up the whole side of the room, and across the whole back was a folding table. Along the opposite wall I had installed a hanging area and a wash sink. The hanging area was another small irritation of mine. In the front wall stood a large industrial laundry cart; the type on wheels. It sat just below the laundry chute, and my robe was the top item in the cart. It was the area just outside the laundry room that I had not designed, and it was a small half bath. When Akiko saw that she squealed with glee. I never found out who had put that little modification in, as I had never asked, but it appeared to me a female thing. Every woman acted the same when she saw it. I couldn't understand the fascination with a toilet beside a laundry room, but it sure excited the women a lot more than the equipment in the laundry room. Akiko was no exception in this. When the tour was over Akiko ran me off to the library, so that she could get started to work. I wasn't sure what all she had in mind, but I knew from experience that it was better not to ask. Throughout the day she would pop in to see if I needed anything, and at lunch time she brought me lunch on a tray. I didn't even know that I had a tray, but she had managed to find it somewhere. It was a little disturbing as she was constantly on the move, and I felt guilty that I wasn't helping her. She giggled as I told her this, but she made it perfectly clear that she considered it her job, and would be very offended if I tried to help her. I still felt guilty, but I stayed in the library and read as she vanished in the house. As I sat down to dinner that evening I asked her what she had done all day, and was surprised to learn that she had cleaned almost every room in the house. She started the laundry then worked her way room by room on each floor, until she ended up in my bedroom. She told me how she had done an extra special cleaning there. I could imagine what type of job that she did, as the kitchen looked sparkling clean. I noticed that even in the corners of the floor, it sparkled. I was seriously impressed and told her that. She smiled and blushed as she hung her head. Her modesty was real, and undeserved in my opinion. She had done a great job. Life started to settle down after that. During the next few months, my days returned to a semblance of normal. The major exception was Akiko. She seemed to make everything more exciting. I didn't know if it was just her, or the fact that everything was so new to her. It always amazed me when she discovered something new that she had not known. Usually it was something that I took for granted, and never gave a second thought. Or possibly it was just the fact that Akiko was so much like the perfect woman for me that I couldn't help but find her wonderful, but in either case, I knew that she was very special to me. ------- Chapter 8 We were spending the day as we usually did. Akiko would attend to her duties, as she saw them, in the mornings. I would do a number of different things, from horse back riding to fishing, or just working around the house. After lunch we would both adjourn to the library. There we would spend the afternoon reading. Sometimes I would read to Akiko, or she would read something that had caught her attention, or as was the norm; she would just sit and hold my leg as I ran my fingers through her hair. The sound of a car was loud in the quiet afternoon air. I looked out the window to see a nondescript Chevrolet slowly wheeling it way down the driveway. There was something that just didn't feel right about the whole thing, as it sent a chill up my spine. I told Akiko to go and slip on some clothes. I had put a special outfit in the kitchen linen closet, just for such an event. I told her that it was the one that would be best. She quickly scampered off to put on some clothes as I watched the car come to a halt just beside the short walkway leading to the front porch. As the two women got out of the car I saw bureaucrat written all over them. I couldn't imagine what they could possibly want here, but I wasn't in the mood to put up with their shit. Every encounter with a bureaucrat had ended in a personal disaster for me, and I had no desire to continue my bad luck. I was standing by the front door as I watched them talk together for a short time. Akiko joined me just as they started toward the door. I thought for a minute and told her to answer the door when they knocked, and I would wait in the living room. I retrieved my book from the library and shut the door as I quickly moved to sit in the living room. I heard Akiko answer the door, and there were quiet voices before she entered the living room with the two women in tow. I looked up from my book, and sat it on the coffee table as Akiko introduced the two women. The first was a young fairly attractive woman with long wavy brown hair. She had a good figure, but I thought that her ass was a little on the large size. I realized that I thought that about almost all women since Akiko had come to stay with me, and I found myself judging all women by her standards. I smiled when I realized that these two couldn't possibly measure up to her. The second was an older woman with gray hair, I saw that it was stuffed up in a bun fashion, and it only made her look worse. I also felt that she was somehow familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The younger one said her name was Mrs. Roberts, and that they were from the child welfare office. I could tell that she saw my reaction, and the anger that flashed across my face before I could get a firm reign on myself. She nodded as she introduced Miss Stevens. I was about to tell them to leave when I suddenly remembered who Ms. Stevens was; she was the bitch that had headed the investigation of me. She had personally gone to every house in the neighborhood, as well as my job, and visited every single friend that I had. She was the obnoxious cunt that had told every person that knew me that I was a child molester, even before she had asked them any questions. Oh yes, I remember her now! I was surprised that I could ever have forgotten her for even a minute. My look at her told both of them, in no uncertain terms, that I did remember Ms. Stevens. Even Akiko noticed my look as she motioned for the two women to sit down. By the time that they were seated, I had gotten a firm grip on my temper and calmly asked if they would like something to drink. The younger Mrs. Roberts said, "That would be wonderful. Just anything that you have on hand would be fine." It was then that Ms. Stevens cleared her throat and said in a demanding tone, "I will have coffee, with cream and sugar." I looked at her hard before I nodded to Akiko. When Akiko left the room she softly shut the door. I looked to the women and asked, "And just by what stroke of bad luck, do I have the unpleasant misfortune of having you denizens of justice once again knocking on my door? Didn't you destroy my life sufficiently the first time, or is this a training visit to teach the new crew how to act like a bitch?" Ms. Stevens growled before she lashed out angrily, "If it was up to me, we wouldn't even be here. I always thought that you were guilty, and I will never apologize for what I did. You didn't deserve any better, and I can see that you still don't." She had a smug look on her face, and I found that temptation to crush her face with my bare hands an overwhelming emotion. It was Mrs. Robert's softly spoken voice that got my attention, "Mr. Preston, we have some news that will affect you, and we need you to listen to us. I assure you that it is very important." I nodded, never taking my eyes from Ms. Stevens. I spoke in a very low voice, my anger was now loose and I did everything in my power to control myself. I ignored Mrs. Roberts, and my words were directed at Ms. Stevens, "Yes, your actions were obvious that you believed me guilty. You made sure that my life would be destroyed, my friends wanted nothing to do with me, the company I worked for fired me and my neighbors tried to assault me anytime they found me. It didn't matter that I had not been found guilty by a court, or even the fact that the girls never said a word against me. You still went right ahead and broadcast your hate propaganda against me. If you could speak German, I know that you would have a swastika tattooed on your fat ass." I heard a stifled giggle coming from Mrs. Roberts, but Ms. Stevens didn't find anything amusing in my speech. She turned a very lovely shade of red as she growled again. The more that it bothered her, the better that I felt. She almost gagged once before she sputtered, "I don't have to sit here and be insulted!" I interrupted her from saying anything else, when I said a bit loudly, "You are absolutely right! So why don't you get the fuck out of my house, and if I ever see you on my property again; I will sic the dogs on you." I glared at her and as I started to rise, just to show her out, she suddenly dashed for the door. I turned and watched through the window as she ran to the waiting car and jumped in the passenger seat. I couldn't help but smile to myself. It felt good to drive that bitch out, and if I ever had to see her again, it would be too soon. A weak voice brought my attention back to Mrs. Roberts, who was still seated in the chair opposite me. "You wouldn't really sic the dogs on us, would you?" I grinned at her as I said, "Yea I would! If I had a dog, that is." I shrugged as I sat back and waited for her to get my meaning. She started to smile and then broke into a deep laugh. I couldn't help myself, but I felt that I was starting to like this woman. She had courage, and she seemed a decent type of person. At least I felt I should give her a chance. Akiko entered then carrying three glasses of tea on a serving tray. She held the tray for me and then for Mrs. Roberts; then she took the last glass for herself and sat in the chair recently vacated by Ms. Stevens. I looked at her and asked where the coffee was. She gave me a little smile as she said that she didn't make any, because she didn't expect Ms. Stevens to be here that long. As I looked at her I couldn't help but to smile at her. I heard Mrs. Roberts giggling again, and knew that as much as I shouldn't, I was really starting to like this woman. I then turned my full attention to Mrs. Roberts and asked her what this visit was all about. She cleared her throat and sat her glass down. Then she sat very straight, and I felt that she was trying to take on a professional air. "Mr. Preston, we had found ourselves in a very unusual position. It seems that your ex-wife has managed to get herself into a lot of trouble. And in doing so, it appears that she has also cleared you of all of the allegations that were made. Since it appears that she will be going away, for some time, and we find that there is no reason not to give you custody. I am here to report that you will soon have your daughters with you again." I was dumbfounded, overjoyed, and skeptical and most of all scared. I looked at her again to see if she was telling me the truth. She just sat and beamed at me. I spoke slowly as I said, "Mrs. Stevens, as much as I do love my daughters, I am not sure that it is a good idea. It has been almost six years since I have talked to them. The only time that I saw them was in court, and I was never allowed to call or even write. That is half of their lives, and last half at that! How am I supposed to communicate with them? I don't even know them! And then I have the other side of the coin that they don't know me any more either. The man that they knew as daddy is as dead as old road kill. All of my life has changed, and they still remember me like I was. I can't be that man any more, how am I supposed to handle this?" I got up and paced the floor. When she tried to say something, I raised my hand to silence her. I continued to pace as my brain worked furiously trying to understand this. Suddenly another thought came to my mind. "And another thing; the first time that they don't get their way, or I spank their ass, they use the same trick that they learned from momma and cry abuse. Ms Broom-Hilda out there will be all over my ass like a rash. Mrs. Stevens, I don't need trouble like this; or a person like tight-ass Stevens all over me every time I sneeze. I have just got my life back together again after the last time. Rumors like the last time will have this town running me out of town, tarred and feathered. So just what do you people expect me to do?" I finally ran down and plopped back down on the love-seat. Mrs. Roberts looked at her hands for a few minutes, and the silence was almost unbearable. When she spoke it was almost deafening, but in reality it was only a whisper. "Mr. Preston, I can't tell you what to do. I can tell you that your girls need you, more than you might think. Once the courts ordered the investigation, we found that one of your ex-wife's boyfriends had taken a special interest in Betsy. Even though she said that she told her mother, she didn't believe her and ignored the whole thing. Betsy did manage to protect her sister, but it only made it worse on her. When we interviewed her she said that she wouldn't tell us anything. When I asked her why, she said that she would not stand up in court and tell the world what he did to her. I understand that, but I couldn't make her understand that he will get away with it. She said that she didn't care, not as long as he couldn't get at her again." She squirmed a little in the chair before she continued. "Mr. Preston, what happened to you was cruel and vindictive, and no one can ever make that up to you, but these girls need you and you deserve the right to know your daughters again." I looked at the sincerity in her eyes, and I knew that she was trying to do the right thing, but I still couldn't get over the thought that some bitch like Ms. Stevens could waltz into my life again and do it all over, for no more reason than the fact that I had tossed her fat ass out the front door. "So I take the girls, and then Fat-Ass Stevens comes in and has me tossed in the can, for no more reason than I put her ass out my front door. I am supposed to roll over and spread my ass cheeks every time you come calling, is that the way that this story goes? How am I supposed to live like that? We both know that she will never leave me along, not as long as the girls are here. Where is the justice in that?" I looked to see her flinch at my words. She shook her head as she said, "No Mr. Preston, it doesn't work like that. Once custody has been restored to you, the only way that anybody can harass you is if a complaint is filed. And in that case, somebody has to investigate, that is the law." I smiled as I said, "Yea I can see it now; an anonymous tip comes in and then it starts all over again. And I can imagine just who will take that call, and she is sitting in the car right now thinking about what she is going to do to me the very first chance that she gets. Where is my protection?" Mrs. Roberts shook her head again and said that any complaint had to be made by somebody that had to be verified. Any anonymous complaint is dismissed; if a person can't leave their name or it can't be verified who gave the complaint, and then it is considered a prank. I wasn't sure that I believed her, but I was leaning very hard in favor of the girls. I told her that I need copies of all of the regulations that governed Protective Services actions and rights. I wanted everything that would guarantee my safety, and I wanted it sent to my lawyer. She agreed to handle it personally. I still felt like I was about to jump off of a high cliff. I gave her my lawyers name and number, and I told her that he had a power of attorney to act in my behalf on any matter concerning the girls. Things like child support, custody and any visitation that he might have been able to arrange. She nodded and said that it could all be handled quickly and quietly. I asked her why it was so quiet, didn't they persecute women like they did men? She only shrugged and said that it was the way that she had been told to handle it. I could guess who had made that order, and her reaction to my piercing gaze confirmed it. I shook my head and said that I understood; that we all had our master's leashes around our necks. I saw her bristle at that, but she didn't say anything. As she moved to the door she said that she would drop off the girls in a couple of days. I nodded my agreement, and told her to leave her bitch back at the office, as she wasn't welcome here. She grinned and said that she would turn in her report, and that it should be enough to insure that she wouldn't be back with her. I smiled at her as she left. I was dialing the phone as I watched the car heading back down the driveway. It only rang once before I heard the familiar voice of Jacob. I filled him in on the events of the past couple of hours and he said that he had expected my call. I was surprised and he admitted that he and the kids had taken a hand in things. I now understood how Kelly had gotten in so much trouble. I asked how he had done it, and he said that they hadn't done a thing. It had all been Rose and Allison. I was stunned as I listened to the story unfold. "Well, when they came back both Rose and Allison wanted to do something special for you. They both knew what you thought of your ex-wife, and knew that for you to think of anybody like that, she must have done a real number on you. They also knew that you loved your girls, and never got to see them. They researched your divorce, and got a copy of the decree and transcripts of the court proceeding. They couldn't believe what was done to you. Actually Allison was so pissed for a few days that even Lover Boy didn't get laid, and you can bet your ass that I didn't get any either. Oh well, enough of that, the plan was to find something that would allow you visitation. So Rose got a job where your ex-wife worked, and when the time was right, she hired Allison and put them together. It didn't take long before they were real buddies. Then one day Allison came in telling her about how her husband was going to divorce her, and she would never get to see her kid again. That was the magic formula, and your ex-wife told her how she needed to get this one specific lawyer, and what she needed to do. She spelled out the whole plan. When Allison said that her husband had never done anything like that, your ex-wife fell for it hook, line and sinker. She said that you didn't either, but it didn't stop her from screwing you. She really screwed up when she told that the judge, the prosecutor, the police and even child services would make sure that she didn't loose custody. She followed that with the statement that since all of them were too stupid know a lie when they heard one, that it was a simple matter to walk out with everything in the house, custody, child support and even alimony, and he would even get all of the bills. It was a beautiful plan, and her lawyer would coach her on it every step of the way." I could feel my blood boiling at the thought of it, and the number of times that she must have given that same advice to other women, and all of the men that had their lives ruined. Jacob giggled a little and said, "Oh did I forget to mention that Allison wore a wire from the first day that she started there? It was all very interesting to listen to. I got the district attorney and the judge that sat on your case to join me for lunch, and then I gave them a copy of your court transcript, and a copy of the tape, with the interesting part in it. Then I asked them how it felt to be played for a fool. Oh by the way, did you know that both positions, judge and district attorney, are elected positions in this state, and this just happens to be an election year? I mentioned that their opponents might find this case very interesting. By the time that I got back to my office, I had six messages from the judge, and four from the DA. It was a pleasure calling them up and listening to their whining." I could imagine the call, but wished that I could have heard it myself. I felt a load being lifted from my shoulders. Jacob interrupted my musing with the rest of the story, "Well it seemed that the lawyer involved didn't like the idea of jail, and once he heard the tape he knew that he was in deep shit. He made a deal to turn over the name of every client that he had helped get over on the system. There wasn't much that they could do for most of them, but the tape put your ex-wife in a position of perjury. The judge that handled your divorce re-opened the case and reversed his decision. The director of the CPS himself, cleared you of all allegations, and your ex-wife's new lawyer suggested she plead guilty and throw herself on the mercy of the court. Needless to say the court didn't have much mercy and she got the maximum sentence. I understand that her appeal is suppose to be over sometime tomorrow, if you want to go I can find out where it is." There was a time that I would have given anything to be in that courtroom, but now I found that I really didn't care. I smiled to the phone as I said, "No Jacob, I don't think that it is that important to me any more. I really don't think that I would care to be there. But there is something that you can do for me. That Ms. Stevens bitch that I told you about, the one that was just here, she was the same one that destroyed my life in the original investigation. I confronted her about it today, and let's just say I wonder if you know enough of the right people to keep that slut cleaning sewers for the rest of her natural life?" He whistled low and slow before her answered me, "Ray, my boy, I'm sorry to say that I don't think that I do. But I do know enough to guarantee that she will most likely be unemployed for the rest of her life." I thought about that for a while before I said, "I would rather her be kept doing menial jobs, as it offered some hope. If she didn't feel that she had any hope, then she might kill herself, and I don't want her getting off that easy." It was quiet for a little while before Jacob said that he thought that he could arrange that, it might be a little difficult, but it was possible. I thanked him warmly, but I still had to ask him to express my most heartfelt thanks to everybody that got involved in this little endeavor to make my life better. I told him that I really did appreciate all of their hard work. He laughed and said that they took a great pleasure in it, but he would be sure to pass along my sentiments. I thanked him once again before I hung up the phone. ------- Chapter 9A I watched the familiar car arrive a couple of days later. I had hoped that they would manage to get everything done before the weekend. I knew that the girls wouldn't be happy that I had already called the school and got them enrolled, but it was a necessary evil. I had found that I would have to drive them in every day as I live too far out for the school bus. They mentioned home-school, but I said that after the end of the school year I would consider it. It would give me a chance to evaluate their abilities, and see if home-schooling was even an option. The administration seemed impressed with my desire for their education, as most parents were more concerned with their own convenience. When the girls got out of the car I didn't even recognize them. If I had seen them on the street I would not have been about to pick them out. I walked out on the porch as they were getting their bags out and when Betsy saw me she dropped her bags and ran into my arms. I was holding her tightly, with her feet dangling off of the ground, as she planted little kisses all over my face. I almost dropped her when she kissed me on the mouth and I suddenly felt her little tongue shoot into my mouth. Then a second later it was gone. I knew that I hadn't imagined it, but I didn't know what to say or do about it either. As Betsy slipped back to the ground I looked to see Christen standing there with her head down, shyly looking up at me, still holding her bag. I smiled and asked if I was going to get a hug from her too. A big grin suddenly broke across her face as she dropped her bag and jumped on me too. The process was repeated just as it was with Betsy, but with Christen there wasn't any tongue. I was relieved. I held her and swung her around as she laughed and giggled. When I let Chris slip back to the ground, I told the girls to get their bags and I would show them their new rooms. As they scrambled to collect their things, I walked over to Mrs. Roberts. "I see that your report did some good." I smiled at her. She got a frown on her face as she said, "Well, something did, but I'm not sure it was my report." I laughed and said that it must have been. Then I changed the subject as I pointed to the girls, and said that they looked good. She told me that it was the first time since she had met them that they had smiled, or that she had seen them laugh. She was glad that they were happy, and I agreed with her. I looked her in the eye and said, "I would love to invite you in for a glass of tea, but I am sure that you want to get home to Mr. Roberts, and it is a long drive." She suddenly had a wicked grin on her face as she nodded and confided that she was still a newlywed. I laughed loudly as she blushed, but she took it well. I nodded and said to drive carefully, and that he would just be gladder to see her if it took a little longer. She smiled a she got back in the car, I noticed that she was driving a little faster down the driveway. I turned to the girls and said, "All right let's get your things and get inside. I will show you your rooms, and there are a few things that we need to go over before dinner." They looked at each other, but I didn't hear a single complaint as they each picked up their bag, and we all headed into the house. When I got to the stairs I suddenly realized that I had lost my followers. I turned to look back and saw that they had stopped just inside the Den. Their heads were turning this way and that, as they whispered to each other. As I marveled at them I found myself examining them. Betsy had always looked like her mother, Kelly. Kelly was five foot six, long blonde hair and hazel-green eyes. She had always complained about her breast being too small, but I thought that they were perfect. Her hips had flared out to a womanly proportion, which was another way of saying that I thought that she had a wide ass, but I had loved her in spite of her ass. It had been those eyes that had first attracted me to her, and Betsy had those same eyes. She was about five feet two inches and it appeared that she had the same small breasts that her mother had. I hoped as I looked at her that her hips didn't get any bigger, as I thought that they were just about right, where they were now. But I knew that at thirteen she was still going to develop more, but right now she was just about the perfect figure. I couldn't help thinking about the kiss that she had given me when I had held her outside, and my cock switched in my pants. I turned my attention to Christen. Her hair was a much darker brown, like mine and her eyes were a startling blue, also like mine. Even through she was a couple of inches shorter than Betsy, I could tell from her lack of figure that she had not started to develop yet. She was till a tall gangly girl with knobby knees and skinny legs. I knew that at twelve it was not going to be long, before she started the same transformation into womanhood that Betsy was well into. It would fill out her body and make her the object of the boy's lust. I smiled to myself and waited for a few seconds before I cleared my throat and said, "Girls, I know that everything is a little different than what you expect, but your rooms are upstairs." Chris giggled and Betsy elbowed her as they once again set off in my direction. As I continued up the stairs I could still hear them whispering to each other. I knew that if they had been with me all of those years, I would have gotten used to things like that. Once I thought about it, I thought again that maybe I wouldn't have. It seemed so irritating. I turned to the right at the top of the stairs, and led the way to the first guest room that had the connecting bath. I turned to Betsy and told her that this would be her room. I told her to drop her bags, and that we would get them in a minute. Then I turned to walk a little further down the hall. When we passed the laundry chute, I pointed it out and explained what it was. Then we were standing in front of the other guest room that connected to Betsy's new room, through the bathroom. I had hoped that if they shared a bathroom, we could keep the mess confined a little. I knew that it was wishful thinking, but it was worth a try, and besides it would allow them to still be close to each other. I stopped in front of the door and told Christian that it was her room. Before we entered the room, I pointed to the only other door down that end of the hallway and explained that it was my room. I said that before they came into my room that they would knock and wait until I told them to come in. If I didn't say that they could come in, then they had better not go in there. I said it as bluntly and as forcefully as I possibly could. When I looked the girls in the eyes I could see a shiver run down each of their backs, as it made their whole body quiver for a second. With the first rule out of the way, I opened the door and showed Chris her new room. She ohed and awed a little as she quickly went from here to there, looking at everything. Betsy was right with her every step of the way. As they made their way around the room I moved over to the bathroom door. I waited until they had covered every inch of the room, and stood in front of me looking past me at the only unexamined door in the room. When they were both quiet again, I opened the door and stepped backwards, leading them into the room. You could hear each breath they took, as the silence was deafening. They stared and ogled everything. I walked to the other door and when they made their way to me once again I said, "And now, here is your room Betsy." As I opened the other connecting door and they suddenly realized that they weren't really going to be separated. Betsy dashed into the room and began her own examination of her new environment. As the girls went about doing the same thing in here that hey had done in Chris's room, I opened the hallway door and got Betsy's bag. I put it on the bed and waited until their excitement started to run down a little, before I called them over. I asked them to sit on the bed, and when they were somewhat sitting still I started my little speech that I had prepared. "Girls, there are a few things that you should know and we have to set down some rules. You should know this right up front; if you break the rules I will punish you, no whining, crying or negotiations allowed. I will not have any disobedience from either of you. When I say something it is the law, and that is the end of it, no exceptions." I looked at them and saw that I had their full attention. I thought it was now time to get the difficult part out of the way. "There are a few things that you need to know. First there is a woman living here. Her name is Akiko. By the strictest definition I am her owner." I waited and heard the expected gasps and shock as the information filtered into their brains. I watched as a number of expressions played across their faces. When I was sure that they had absorbed the last piece of information I continued, "She came from Japan, and her only function is to please me. She does my cooking and cleaning, and she cares for all of my personal needs." After I let that sink in and I saw that Betsy truly grasped the meaning of what I had said I continued on, before any questions could be thrown out to at me. "Her function is not to care for you, clean your rooms, or do any of the chores that you will have to do. You will not give her any instructions, or treat her in any way except as a friend. I care for her very much and if you try to take advantage of her I will discipline your severely." I knew that they understood that part, as I had made it very clear, at least in my own mind it was clear, and they appeared to comprehend the general message. "Now the part that you might have a hard time with; while she is in the house she does not wear clothes, unless what she is doing requires them. Or if we have unexpected visitors, like Mrs. Roberts. Then she wears clothes appropriate to the situation. Whether she is wearing clothes or not, you will always treat her with the respect that she deserves. And believe me when I tell you that she does deserve your respect." I looked at them hard and tried to impress on them the seriousness of the situation, and I think that Betsy had an easier time grasping the whole situation, as she nodded her understanding. I was sure that Betsy would help Chris get a handle on things, if she didn't understand. "The next thing that you need to know is that she is not the first slave that I have owned. There have been other women before her, and the people in this town know about them. I have a reputation here as a very bad man, and women keep out of my way, and they keep their daughters out of my way, too. People will look at you strangely, and some will ask you questions about me, and what goes on out here. You are never to tell them anything. I don't care what they say to you, or what they ask, you do not answer anything about anyone. You don't tell people anything, period. There are other people involved that you don't know and it could cause trouble for them, so just keep your mouths closed and let people think what they want to think. Have you got that?" I looked at them and saw their heads moving. Chris had her mouth hanging open, but she still nodded her head. "The last thing is that I have already registered you in school, and you start Monday." There was a chorus of moans and I knew that children were always the same, no matter how much they acted differently. I smiled at them and pushed on with the bad news. "I hate to say this but, I will have to take you to school, and pick you up. We are too far out of the bus route. So you will have to be seen with your daddy taking you to school." Once again the chorus of moans erupted, but there wasn't much that I could do about it. I shrugged my shoulders showing that I understood, but there just weren't any other options. Before I left them sitting there I added, "You can put away your clothes now, and when you are finished you can come down to my room. I will introduce you to Akiko, and I expect you to be on your best behavior." They nodded as I moved off toward the door. I added over my shoulder, "And one last thing. Anytime that you don't feel happy here, let me know, and I will call Child Services and you can go back with them. I won't force you to stay here if you aren't happy." I gently eased the door closed as I walked the short distance to my room. When I entered my room Akiko jumped and I could see that she was nervous. I smiled at her as I held my arms open for her. She almost flew into them, as she let loose with a fresh stream of tears. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but I was going to try and find out. It took quite a bit of coaxing to find out that she believed that with my daughters here I wouldn't want her any more. I had a hard time assuring her that it was not the case. I also told her that since she had come to me, she had slept in my bed and that was not going to change. I did my best to explain that I found her very exciting, and that I did want her. She seemed to feel better, but I knew that only time would show her the truth. When we heard the knock at the door, I helped her clean her face. I then allowed the girls to enter. As I had suspected, they were together, they had waited until both of them were ready. Once they were inside I watched them checking out my room. I saw their eyes as they gazed at the hot tub. I knew that they felt the same way about it that Akiko and I felt. It was a luxury, but what the hell, I liked it. When they had finished checking things out I introduced them to Akiko. The girls had studiously ignored the fact that Akiko was naked, but now it was trust in their faces, and they had to deal with it. Betsy did a pretty good job of it, but Chris kept starring. Akiko did a very formal Japanese bow and said a formal greeting. The girls didn't know what to say and just sort of nodded and bowed back to her. I decided to get the awkwardness out of the way; I asked the girls if they had a swimsuit, and they both nodded their head. Even though it was early winter and there was a fair amount of snow on the ground, I told them to go and change into their suits. They both looked at me a little funny, but I insisted and off they went. It was only a few minutes later that they were both back in my room wearing their swimsuits. I noticed that both of them could stand to have a new suit, as theirs was a little small in places. I figured that it would be good enough for my purposes. I told them all to follow me as I led the way down stairs. When we entered the pool room I saw the girl's faces. It was a shock to them that we were really going swimming. I smiled as I told them that the pool was heated, and there was a good sized Jacuzzi over on the far side. Betsy smiled at me and suddenly took off at a run and dove into the pool. She was joined shortly by Chris as she shrieked and dove after Betsy. I put my arm around Akiko's small waist and we walked to the pool and dove in together, as we had done so many times in the past. We were laughing and playing in the pool for more than an hour before I decided that I had had enough. I got out and went to sit in the Jacuzzi. Only a short time went by before I was joined by Akiko. She was still laughing and giggling. I knew that she had hit it off with the girls. Betsy joined us next, and it was a while later before Chris showed up. We had all been chatting about general bull shit, and when Chris finally did slide into the hot water she was easily able to join right in the conversation. We sat and chatted for quite a while more, before I said that dinner time was approaching, and we needed to get dried off and ready for dinner. The girls complained a little, but I told them that the pool wasn't going anyplace and we could use it whenever we liked. Dinner was excellent. I had never been disappointed with Akiko's cooking skills, and she had prepared a special meal in celebration of the girl's arrival. Everyone was stuffed when dinner was over, but there wasn't a scrap left over. When I announced that it was bedtime both of the girls complained that it was too early, but I told them that around this house we were up with the sun, and I wouldn't allow them to sleep in. I told them that they had better get good nights sleep, because tomorrow would be a long day, and they would need it. They looked at each other and shrugged. I was surprised when Chris stopped and sat in my lap and gave me a good-night kiss. It was a simple little girls kiss and she held me tightly as she whispered in my ear, "I am so glad that you let us live here with you. I love you daddy." I held her close and whispered that I loved her too. When she got up I saw that her eyes were brimming with tears, but she was still managing to hold them back. Betsy slipped into my lap as soon as Chris was up. She gave me her good-night kiss; it started out as a little girls kiss, at least until she slipped her tongue out and it bumped against my teeth. I had opened my mouth before I realized what I had done, and found that her little tongue was deep in my mouth. I patted her side as I held her, and her tongue snaked back into her own mouth. When she hugged me she whispered, "Thank you daddy, we both love it here. I love you, and I have missed you so much." I hugged her back as I told her that I loved her too. When they started off to bed I noticed that Chris elbowed Betsy hard as she started whispering angrily. I supposed that Chris had seen the kiss that Betsy had slipped to me, and was giving her some hell about it. I had assumed that Chris didn't catch a lot of what went on, but her reaction might say that she knew more than she let on. I sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee as Akiko cleaned the kitchen. When she was finished she wanted to sit in my lap too. I leaned back and she snuggled into my lap, enjoying the feel of my cock getting hard beneath her. She giggled as I kissed her deeply. As she broke the kiss she leaned back with her delicate arms resting around my neck. She asked me, "So how long will it be before you take them to your bed?" I blinked at her in surprise and stuttered that I didn't intend to take them to my bed at all. She laughed at me and said, "You may not intend to, but they both intend to. I saw the kiss that Betsy gave you, and I saw the way that Christen wiggled on your lap. I watched them all afternoon, and they both want you, and they are working hard to get you." I shook my head as I said that it couldn't be real, that she must be imagining things. She looked at me with a knowing smile and told me, "I was a girl like that once, too. They are not children, but women. They know what they want, and they are going after it. You will not have much to say about it when the time comes; they will get what they want, one way or another." I frowned as I thought about Betsy. She was forward and bold, and her experiences, which I knew of, could make her mature enough to know what she wanted and decide to go after it. But Chris was just too young, and not experienced enough to know these things; at least I didn't think so. I frowned again and made a decision. I needed information and I didn't want to get caught unprepared if Akiko was right. I swatted her but and she got up. I went to my desk in the office and got a key that I kept hidden there. Akiko watched me curiously as I took her arm and led her to the only room in the house that she had never been in. As I opened the door and went inside, with Akiko on my arm I switched on the light. Her breath caught as she looked at all of the high-tech equipment, She didn't know what it all was, but even I had to admit that it looked impressive. I lowered the lights to little more than a dim glow and motioned for her to a chair. I sat at the main console and inserted a second key and turned on the system. All of the monitors suddenly came to life. Filling each monitor was a view of one of the rooms in the house. Akiko suddenly gasped as she realized what she was seeing. I smiled at Akiko as I said, "This system was a gift from a friend. I never really had a need to use it, and it is not something that I really find all that interesting, but if you are right, then I want to know before they make a move on me, and this is the easiest way for me to find out." Akiko was staring in wonder at the screens. I wasn't even sure that she had heard me, but she suddenly said, "This is very nice, I wish that I had known that it was here. I would have made you stay in here while I worked all over the house. I would have loved not knowing if you were watching me or not." I could see that she was starting to squirm in her chair, and realized that she really loved this. I frowned as I thought that maybe it was just me, or maybe I didn't understand the erotic appeal behind this. I shook my head as I turned back to the screens. It had been a while since Jacob had shown me how everything worked, but it was pretty straight forward, and in a few seconds I had located the rooms of the girls. I found them both in the bathroom together. I flipped a switch and the image filled the large forty-two inch screen in the middle of the console. I slid the control up and the room was filled with their conversation. It made me feel a little funny spying on my own daughters, but this was something that I felt like I had to do. I watched as the girls stood at the twin sinks brushing their teeth, wearing only their panties. I noticed that Betsy did indeed have the same tits as her mother, right up to the coral colored nipples, and they were hard and pointed. Chris had lighter colored nipples, but they were just as hard, even through her tits were almost non existent. "So what was that shit you pulled kissing him like that? Do want to get us thrown out of here on the first day? He already said that he would send us back, and then you go trying to fuck him at the kitchen table." "He never said that he was going to send us back. He said that if we weren't happy here, then we could go back. Daddy would never send us away, not unless we asked for it, or we did something really stupid." Betsy spit in the sink as Chris started in again, "Exactly! And it was stupid to start kissing him like that the first day, you should give him a chance to get used to us first. It is not like he doesn't have more than enough pussy already. That little Jap princes looks like she keeps him fucked out so thoroughly that he couldn't get it up with a pump." I sputtered as I looked at Akiko and saw that she was staring at the monitor, with a hand between her legs. I saw her stroking her little pussy as she listened to the girls. "You know you don't have much room to talk. You were humping his cock all the time that you were kissing him, with that little virgin ass of yours, and you talk about me." Chris took her toothbrush out of her mouth and glared at Betsy. "Well I didn't feel a thing. I'm not sure that we can even get him hard, at least not as long as Akiko is right by his side. And another thing, I have you know that my ass is not virgin, only my pussy is virgin." Chris stuck out her tongue at Betsy, and I thought that they acted nothing like this when they were around me, or probably anybody else for that matter. It made me wonder how many other people acted so much different when they were alone. After Betsy rinsed her mouth out she turned to Chris and leaned against the cool marble of the counter. "Well he sure started to get hard when I kissed him, so it must be just you. And don't you go shaking that virginity badge in my face; Toby reamed your asshole like a pile driver, and I watched your pussy cream run down your legs while he was doing it. If he had more time he would have gotten around to your pussy just like he did mine. And you would have loved it just as much as I did. God, you are almost as big a slut as mom is, but you pretend that you are some prissy little miss perfect. I know the truth so don't stick your nose in the air at me." Chris was quiet for a long time a she rinsed her mouth, and put her toothbrush in the holder. She turned to Betsy and she was very quiet when she said, "Bet, was it wrong that I came when Toby fucked my asshole. I didn't want him to, and I couldn't stop him. I did try, you know that I did. But when he started fucking my ass, I don't know what happened to me, it felt so good that I just couldn't stop myself. It made me felt so dirty that I came when he did that. It didn't feel dirty because he raped me, but because I liked it so much. That was why I cried for days, not that he raped me. Is it so bad that I came?" I watched her as she looked at Betsy. I wish that she would have asked me, but I would just have to contend with that. Betsy held out her arms and Chris was in them in a second. "No baby, it isn't wrong. I'm sorry that I said those things. It wasn't your fault, I know that you tried to stop him, and I am glad that you got some pleasure out of it. It made what happened easier for your body to accept it. Hell, I was just jealous that you were still a virgin, and that asshole took mine. And the worst part was that I never got to enjoy it. He would shove it in and get his rocks off even before I could get wet. He always left me frustrated and horny. That's why I was always diving between your legs, and I knew that I wasn't a damn bit better than he was. I was using you for the same fucking thing. That bastard woke up a monster in my pussy, and now I want my own fucking daddy. A daddy that only loves me, and I want him between my legs. I am the fucking slut, not you honey. Forget what I said, I was just taking it out on you, and it was just my fault." I stared in wonder. So many revelations; I was having trouble accepting everything at once. They had both been raped by Kelly's asshole boyfriend. They were lovers, and they both wanted to fuck me now. Not to mention the emotional baggage that they were hauling around with them. Betsy was much more than a girl, Akiko was right she was a woman. As I turned to tell Akiko that she had been right I was surprised to see her leaning back in the big padded chair, both feel were pulled up in the seat with her, and her small dainty hand was totally buried in her wet dripping cunt. She was lost in a world of her own, as she watched the scene unfold on the screen. Even as small as her hand was I didn't have a clue how she could get the whole thing in her tiny little cunt. Every time I fucked her I felt like I was going to rip her to pieces, and now I saw that she could take more than I had to give her. I pulled her hand out of her cunt, and her eyes snapped to me. There was a look of pure animal lust there staring back at me. I pulled her out of the chair and into my lap. My hard cock slid easily into her still tight pussy in a single deep plunge. I guided her hand to her mouth, and she moaned as she started the joyous task of cleaning her hand off. I was glad that she was so small; even sitting in my lap I could still see over her head as we both watched the screen. We listened to Chris as she whispered, "Bet, you are not a slut, and it isn't your fault that you want our daddy in your pussy. That asshole showed you what your pussy was for, and now you want to give it the only man that ever loved us. I don't think that is wrong, and I don't think that daddy will either, if we can just make him understand how we feel without scaring him to death. That woman at the center kept telling us that we were supposed to call her if daddy ever touched us, she gave me the creeps. I was glad when they got rid of her. She said that daddy was even worse than he was before, and she probably came here and scared daddy with her threats. How are we supposed to make him understand that he can trust us? We didn't even help him the last time; we just sat there and didn't do anything. I still remember the hurt look on Daddy's face." As Betsy held her closer I heard her say, "Me too. It still makes me cry when I lay in bed at night." I watched as they both stood there holding each other with tears streaming down their faces. I had to admit that my cock started to get soft. Even Akiko started to come down from her erotic high as she watched them standing there. Betsy suddenly slapped Chris on the ass, and it was a true stinging slap. It made everybody jump, even Akiko and me. She smiled at Chris and said, "Ok, you heard dad, time for bed." Chris suddenly blurted out, "But, I don't think that I can sleep by myself! We have been sleeping together for years, and now I don't know if I will be able to sleep." Betsy just grinned and said, "Your bed or mine?" Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her as she said, "Mine, Come on!" I flipped a switch and suddenly the main screen was filled with the image of Chris's room. We watched as she pulled Betsy toward the bed. She turned and asked, "What if daddy finds out that we slept in the same bed instead of our own?" she looked worried as she waited for Betsy to answer her. Betsy got a big grin on her face a she said, "Well we can just not make our beds until we are sure that daddy knows that we both slept in the same bed. If he asks about it, maybe we can tell him how we feel. Or maybe we should just stay in bed until daddy comes in and catches us in bed, and then maybe we could do something that he might want to get in bed with us!" Chris slapped Betsy on the arm and said, "Remember we aren't supposed to do anything bad enough to get tossed out of here. If we did that in front of dad he might ship us out so fast that we would never get to tell him how we feel." At that she reached out and hooked her thumbs in Betsy's panties and jerked them all the way to the floor in a single movement. This was followed by giggling by both of the girls. The sudden exposure of Betsy's golden bush took my breath away. It was small, and very sparse, but the dark wet curls at the top of her cleft showed her sexual excitement. Even from the distance of the camera you could still see that her little pussy lips were swollen open with lust. Her clit was easily visible, as a small white dot on the red background of the excited folds of her pussy. I heard Akiko moan again when I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. I reached a hand around her to pinch and pull on her own excited nipple. Chris was deeply plunging her tongue in Betsy's hungry mouth as they tried to touch each other everywhere at the same time. Betsy suddenly pushed Chris down on the bed, with her landing on her back on top of the blankets. Betsy had her fingers inside the waistband of Chris's panties even before she hit the bed and in a quick jerking movement she had Chris's panties in her hands. We watched as she brought them to her nose and inhaled deeply, which made Chris giggle. Her giggles died as Betsy dropped them to the floor, and stretched catlike down between her legs. I heard Chris gasp as Betsy made contact with her pussy. We saw Betsy's tongue snake out and flick over the hard little clit that was suddenly poking through the soft tender folds of her pussy. I smiled as I noticed that her pussy was still hairless, but I knew that it would be a short lived situation. Akiko suddenly burst into a flurry of activity, her hot dripping cunt was clasping and grabbing my cock as she drove it forcefully into the depths of her churning lust. Her orgasm hit her with the force of a bomb as she shook and babbled in Japanese. I didn't have a clue what she was talking about, and this was the first time that she had ever resorted to Japanese. I knew that she was more excited than she had ever been in her life. My own cock was throbbing as I watched my tender young daughters twist into a steamy sixty-nine, and listened to Akiko babble her lust as her orgasm tried to strangle my hard prick. I felt my grip on reality shift as things got fuzzy, and then my own orgasm burst through me as I pumped wave after wave of unbridled passion into Akiko's waiting pussy. The sudden blasting of my cock deep into her pussy sent her even farther into her erotic fuck lust, and she gasped and panted, and emitted little shrieks as she continued to bounce on my softening cock. Akiko was so drained as she came down from her orgasmic high that she could barely sit up straight, even with my cock holding her in place. I switched off the monitoring system before taking her in my arms and carrying her to bed. She was already asleep before we passed Chris's room. I heard distinct sounds of sexual activity through the door. I marveled that they were so unconcerned about the noise. The morning sun was just peaking over the mountain top when I slipped from the shower. I felt great; a good nights sleep, some really good sex the night before, and a whole day to spend with my daughters. Yes, it was going to be a good day. As I walked out into the bedroom the early morning sun sent a ray of light across the bed, making Akiko's hair almost glow in the sun light. She had thrown off most of the covers in the half hour since I had gotten up, and I watched as she lay there on her back with her legs spread. I was treated to a lovely view of her glistening pussy. I smiled as I thought that I knew what she had been dreaming about all night, and I was glad that she hadn't soaked the bed completely. I gently squeezed her pussy as I leaned over her still sleeping body. She moaned loudly as she suddenly stretched and opened her eyes. When she saw me leaning over her she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I continued to stroke and pinch her little clit as we kissed. After she bucked and thrust her way through a couple of active orgasms I sent her off to the showers while I moved to the closet to get dressed. As we left the bedroom I told Akiko to go and get breakfast ready while I got the girls up and dressed. She seemed surprised when I passed Chris's room without stopping. I pointed to Betsy's room and told her that I should wake her older sister first. Akiko smiled to me and gave me a quick kiss as I opened the door to Betsy's room. As I had expected it was empty, and the bathroom door was open. I could see all the way into the dim bedroom where the girls still slept. I opened Betsy's closet and looked through her clothes. I was shocked to see that her clothes were very few and not the type that I would have expected a young school girl to have. There weren't the designer jeans, or the name brand sweatshirts. It was a collection of cheap sale items that looked to be at least a year old. I fumed that Kelly would treat the girls so shabby. I picked out the best looking pair of jeans that I could find and the best sweater that she had and placed them on her bed. Then I went into Chris's room and found the same thing in her closet. Only in her case it looked like the clothes belonged to a little girl, not the tall lanky teen that was sleeping a few feet away. I realized that the clothes that they had worn yesterday were probably the best that they had, and kicked myself for not seeing it sooner. I still took the best jeans and heavy shirt that I could find and put them on Betsy's bed. I quickly slipped down to the kitchen and talked to Akiko. I explained the problem and she couldn't believe that the girls had nothing to wear. When I asked if she had something that might fit Chris she thought for only a minute before she beamed at me. She took off for her room, and I followed quickly, but she still beat me there hands down. I watched as she excitedly rifled through her closet. It wasn't long before she found what she was looking for. It was a pair of designer jeans that still had the labels on them. She explained that she had gotten the wrong size, and never had the chance to return them A little more shuffling of clothes produced a pair of jeans that were long on her, but would be perfect for Chris. Two heavy sweaters followed and the girls were set for the day. I kissed her as I thanked her for the clothes, and her understanding. She just smiled before her eyes got big and she said. "Shit, the stove!" Then she was gone before I even realized what was happening. I smiled to myself and shook my head. I guessed that was why I loved her. It suddenly hit me that I did love her. I was still trying to get over my own stupidity as I left the clothes on her bed and went to wake the girls. I went into Chris's room and opened the drapes. I watched as the sun shone into the room, and across the bed. I heard groans and watched as both the girls pulled their pillows over their heads. I noticed that their panties were still on the floor where they had dropped them, as I reached down and grabbed the covers and threw them back. I was rewarded with the sight of two lovely girls in all their naked glory. Even though I had seen them on the monitor the previous night, it did not prepare me for seeing them in the flesh. The strong smell of young excited pussy also drifted up and hit me in the face, making my cock grow in my pants. There was some shrieks and huddling together that I attributed to self defense action, more than fear of me. I told them, "I warned you that we get up with the sun, and I was not joking. Now I have laid out some clothes for you in Betsy's room and I want both of you dressed and downstairs in five minutes. If I have to come back in here, you will wish that I didn't. I saw the looks that the girls gave me, once they realized who it was that had woke them up. I noticed the Betsy even spread her legs a little, without trying to be obvious about it. I turned and walked to the door, with a parting comment, "I expect your rooms to be straightened up when you come down as well." As I closed the door I heard them talking together in rushed tones. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it seemed urgent to them. I knew that they would have to move pretty fast to get everything done in five minutes, so it wouldn't leave them too much time to wonder about me, or what I had thought. The girls just made it down to breakfast in the five minute mark, but they made it. They had dressed in the clothes that I had laid out for them. They each gave me a good morning kiss, but this time I wasn't surprised when Betsy slipped her tongue in my mouth. I even took the opportunity to squeeze her butt, and was surprised when she jumped. I guess the old saying of being careful of what you wish for was appropriate. I smiled as she blushed, and Chris giggled at her. Akiko had a knowing smile as she sat our breakfast on the table. I did surprise her when she sat my plate down; I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. When we broke the kiss I whispered, "I love you." All through breakfast Akiko kept watching me and squirming in her chair. I knew from experience that when she got up there would be a wet spot on the chair. When we were finished eating breakfast I told the girls to go and get their coats. They looked confused, but they didn't argue. As soon as they left the room I found Akiko in my lap, covering my face with kisses, and telling me how much that she loved me too. When the girls came back into the kitchen they found Akiko still sitting on my lap kissing me passionately. They didn't see that I had two fingers buried in her wet pussy. I was reluctant to stop, but the situation demanded that I act a little more adult than to just ignore them. Akiko reluctantly got up and moved to clean the kitchen. I told the girls that we would be going out the back, and headed in that direction. I know that they saw me put the fingers in my mouth and suck the sweet juices off of them. I managed a quick peek and saw that both of them were grinning. In the barn they got another shock. They had never ridden a horse before, and today was their day. I showed them how to saddle the horse, after I put the saddle on. Neither one could lift it by themselves. But they were anxious to learn everything. It appeared that this was a dream come true for them. Betsy wanted to ride Starr and that left Belle to Chris. I thought it was a good choice for each of them, as Bell was a bit calmer than Starr. After a little tutoring in the corral, I thought that they were ready for the great outdoors. At least as good as they were going to get, without stretching their wings a little. We went very slowly the first fifteen minutes, but the girls got the hang of things quickly and wanted to go faster, so we picked up the pace a little. All of the horses appreciated the chance to get out and stretch their legs a bit. It had been a long while and even thought it wasn't spring yet, the chance to get out and move again had all of them in good sprits. It took about an hour to give the girls a quick turn around the ranch. They were amazed at the size of it. When we got to the stream I explained that I liked to fish there and soon the trout would start running. Betsy showed no interest in fishing, but Chris wanted to start right then. I had to explain that even though you can go fishing any time, there were some times that were better. And we needed to wait until it was a little warmer, if we really wanted to catch anything. She was disappointed, but she accepted it, as long as I promised that I would take her fishing soon. I smiled and promised, with the usual backdoor exits neatly tucked into it. She noticed, but she let it slide anyway. As we rode I pointed out all of the little things that we encountered and the boundaries of the ranch. I wasn't sure that they were even listening as they were just enjoying themselves riding. I understood but kept up a running commentary on the area and the benefits and the dangers. I hoped that some of it sank in, but I wasn't sure. ------- Chapter 9B When we got back to the house I could tell that the unusual motion of riding a horse, combined with using muscles that you had never used before were taking their toll on the girls. I knew that they were glad to get off of the horses, even though they wanted to do it again. It was a love and pain situation, and I promised that we could go riding again. I watched as they removed the tack, and got everything off of the horses. I smiled as they worked together to remove the saddle from first one horse, and then the other. I knew that as long as they went riding together, that would be able to do everything all by themselves. It made me feel a little proud of them. When we got back inside I led the way upstairs, and told them to get in and take a nice hot shower. I didn't get any complaints on this, but I didn't expect any either. I slipped in and out of my own shower in record time. I was dressed and back into Akiko's room to get the clothes that I had left earlier. While I was there I took out a nice, but simple black dress that came down below her knees. I looked at the accessories and picked out a nice gold chain type of belt, and a pair of black ankle strap high heels. I laid them out on her bed. I went downstairs and told Akiko that we were going shopping today, and that I had laid out her clothes on her bed. She gave me a quick kiss, and then headed to her room to get ready. When I went into Betsy's room she wasn't there. I decided to leave their clothes there, on the bed and picked up the ones that they had worn earlier. They smelled like horse. Not that most people would complain, but young ladies should smell like girls, not horses. I carried their clothes to the laundry chute and sent them on their way down. I then went into Chris's room to collect her clothes, and saw that her room was also empty. I had to hunt a little to find her clothes. Her jeans were on the other side of the bed, and her shirt was half in the closet. I hoped that she wasn't a complete slob, but I had a suspicion that she might be. Once the clothes were in hand, I deposited them with Betsy's clothes, in the laundry room. I opened the bathroom door and walked in. The shower was running, but there were no little girls in sight. I figured that both of them were taking a shower together. Above the noise of the running water I heard the unmistakable sounds of sexual excitement. I smiled as I understood the reason that their shower was taking so long. I called out to them, "Hey girls, when you get finished with your, hmm... , shower I have put your clothes out on Betsy's bed." That was when Betsy opened the shower door, not trying to hide anything. I knew that this was a calculated move on her part, to see if she could get me interested. I didn't bite, and kept my eyes locked on hers. She had a little girl pout on her face, "Daddy, we are old enough to pick out our own clothes." I smiled and said that I was sure that they were, but if I got any more lip from them, not only would I pick out their clothes, but I would also dress them. I saw a smile on Betsy's face, but I controlled myself. I said that since she looked clean I didn't see any reason for them not to be downstairs in five minutes. I smiled at her as I walked past her and to her bedroom door. Before I left I added, "Chris, your clothes are the ones with the dark blue sweater." I heard a faintly embarrassed voice come from the shower, "Yes sir." It was less than five minutes later when the girls bounded into the kitchen. They were excited with the new clothes and were all over me, kissing and hugging me. Akiko just stood by and watched as I was covered in little girl flesh. I felt a hand grope my cock, but I didn't know which one had done it. At the time I was busy trying to get Betsy's tongue out of my mouth again. This girl had a thing for sticking her tongue as far in my mouth as she could get, and at every opportunity. I finally got them calmed down, and told them to sit down. When they finally got settled, they asked how I had managed to get them the great clothes. I told them, "I looked in your closets and thought that some new clothes were in order. But I thought that you might like something nice to wear while we were out shopping for some new ones?" There was a general roar of excitement at the idea of going shopping, and new clothes definitely added to the excitement. They were both jumping up and down in each others arms, and yelling to each other. Akiko and I just looked at each other, with smiles on our faces. When they finally seemed to run down a little, I wondered where you put the windup key in these little toys. I shook my head to drive that thought from my mind. I said that the clothes that they were wearing were a gift from Akiko. Both the girls jumped up and ran to her, throwing their arms around her. I found it interesting that both of them were taller than Akiko, when she wasn't wearing the heels that she now had on. Even with her heels, Betsy was still a touch taller. I watched as they kissed and hugged her. I noticed a few stray hands brushing here and there, and not just on Akiko. She was giving as well as she got. As we were walking out to the garage Akiko whispered in my ear that Betsy had slipped a tongue in her mouth. I smiled that at least she was spreading her hormones around. I decide that we should take the SUV, just to make sure that we had plenty of room for the numerous things that the girls were sure to find. The girls jumped in the back seat, and I held the door for Akiko. Once she was seated I made no pretense of raising her dress to her waist and running my finger through her soaking wet pussy. I had to use two fingers to get all of the drool that I found there. I knew that the girls were watching, as I could see their faces from the corner of my eye. Betsy had the better view as she had chosen to sit behind the driver's seat. I then put my fingers in Akiko's mouth and watched as her eyes closed and she sucked my fingers clean. I lowered her dress and said, "Wouldn't want you to ruin that pretty dress with cum stains, now would we?" I closed the door and walked around to get behind the steering wheel. It was quiet in the car as we started out, but I could feel the sexual tension in the air. I knew that the girls were wound up pretty tight, and Akiko had been flying high since the previous night. I could see the girl's faces in the rear view mirror, and Akiko was watching me intently. I knew that she was wondering what I would do next. I headed the car toward Westlake, as it was the closest town that had a mall. I was glad that it was Friday. The thought of going to a mall on Saturday, with two young girls buying clothes was almost enough to make me break out in a cold sweat. It was very quiet and I noticed that none of them could sit still. All of them were shifting and squirming in their seats. It was another ten minutes later that I made an announcement, "Ok, we still have about ten minutes before we get onto a busy road. All of you are allowed to masturbate for the next five minutes, but then I expect all of you to sit still, and act like proper ladies the rest of the time." The silence in the car was deafening. It was Akiko that broke the ice as she pulled up her dress to her waist and spread her legs. I looked over in time to see her plunge two fingers deep in her quivering cunt. She let out a desperate moan as the sensations raced through her body. Her other hand quickly found her clit and she stroked it vigorously. The smell of pussy was quickly everywhere in the car. It only took a minute before the display, the smell and watching Akiko got to Betsy. I heard her zipper and saw her wiggling in the seat. Her own sounds of pleasure, added to those of Akiko were music to my ears. I saw her looking at me in the mirror as she sucked her own fingers. Even if Chris was embarrassed, she couldn't take the raw sexuality of the situation. She tried to masturbate through her jeans, then tried slipping her hand down inside them, but in the end she still ended up taking them off of one leg and spreading her young legs as she quickly joined in the erotic chant of sexual release. I wished that I didn't have to drive, so that I could watch without distraction, but it was still worth every second. I did slow down, just so that it would take longer. A movement in the mirror caught my attention and when I looked I saw that Betsy was watching me as she showed me her finger thick with her teenage juices. She then slid it into her mouth and closed her eyes and she savored the pleasure of her own body. When I looked in the mirror again I saw that Betsy was watching me intently as she approached orgasm. I saw when her eyes rolled up in her head and felt her legs thump against the back of my seat. I could see her jerk and shake as her pleasure coursed through her body. When she came down from the sexual peak she saw me smile at her in the mirror, and I was surprised when she smiled back without any sign of embarrassment. I then watched as she plunged her fingers deep in her pussy, bringing them out covered in a thick white gooey girl cum. When she looked at me in the mirror she caught my eye motion toward her sister. She grinned as she fed Chris her thickly coated fingers. When Chris tasted the rich slippery cum she immediately began her own orgasm, but she was not as quiet as the others. Everybody in the car knew when Chris topped the peak of sexual pleasure. When she was once again conscience of the world around her, she quickly looked around at the grinning faces and flushed a lovely shade of red. Akiko had turned to watch as Chris moaned and grunted, and she told her, "It's ok honey, sometimes I scream when I cum, and I don't care who hears." Chris smiled at her in thanks, but it still didn't help her red face. Since everybody was pretty much calmed down for the moment I took the opportunity to announce, "Ok, it has been more than five minutes. You need to get started cleaning up and getting dressed again. And one other thing; these are leather seats and I don't want them smelling like pussy the rest of the time that I own this car. So clean the pussy juices off of the seats before the smell soaks into the leather. I care how you do it, but I expect them to be cleaned." I reached in the console and took out a small handful of tissues. I offered one to Akiko, but I wasn't surprised when she refused and dropped into the floor and quickly licked and sucked her hot juices from the seat. I then offered the girls the tissues and knew that Betsy had thought Akiko had the right idea. I didn't see her in the mirror and then I felt her bumping the back of my seat. Chris on the other hand did accept the tissue. She smiled and said "Thank you", in a soft voice. I did see that she didn't get the chance to use it before Betsy yelled at her not to, and pushed her out of the way and licked the thick girl cum from her seat. When she was finished, Betsy did ask for the tissue to wipe her face and pussy before she got dressed again. The others thought this a very good idea, and followed suit. By the time that we pulled onto the major highway all three of them were sitting quietly, lost in their own thoughts. There was no wiggling in the seats, and no tension in the air, except mine. The hard throbbing in my pants had refused to go down, and I was beginning to find it uncomfortable. By the time that we got to Westlake I was glad to say that my cock was back to a former shadow of itself, but it wouldn't take much to bring it to life again. The mall wasn't too busy, and it made getting in and out of the stores a lot easier. I demanded that the girls try on everything that they wanted to buy. A few times even though they were sure that it would fit, it didn't, and once when I looked at and saw the clothes on Betsy, I flatly refused to allow her to have it. She gave me a pouting argument, until I said that it was the type of thing that her mother would wear. Her face took on a dark expression and the argument was over. She didn't even take the short skirt back to the rack, but left it in the floor of the dressing room. I also had to tell Chris that she was picking out the wrong clothes, as she wanted everything down to the floor, and up to the neck, but somewhere in the confusion we did manage to pick out some nice things that we both could agree on. Akiko was surprised when I selected some things for her to try on as well. She complained a little, but I told her that I would never ask her give up her clothes, and not replace them. She said that she was happy to do it, but I told her that I was just as happy to get her some new things, too. I didn't select jeans, and she noticed that the things that I selected were more intended for our time together than her jeans and sweaters had been. She was giggling almost as much as the girls as she scampered off to try things on. I wondered as I watched her with the girls, where she found so much energy. She was only a couple of years younger than I was and I knew that I could never hope to keep up with the girls the way the she did. It all seemed a mystery to me. After making sure that the girls had plenty of clothes for school, and for casual days around the ranch, we headed over to the shoes. I had never thought that buying shoes was such an event. They spent more time buying shoes then they did buying clothes. Akiko even got into the action with a pleading look when she found some new heels. God I am such a soft touch. She made it up to me by staying with me the rest of the time that the girls prowled over the shoes. The people at the shoe mart must have thought that a biblical plague of locust had arrived, but the knowing smiles of the woman managing the store kept things in a controlled delirium. I had to draw the line once when both of the girls showed up wearing a pair of four inch spiked heels. They had 'fuck me' written all over them. I frowned and shook my head, to the silent agreement of the manager. But the rest I am afraid that I approved as they paraded one pair after another. It was embarrassing that I kept saying yes. I began to feel like a cheap slut at a gang bang. Yep, that was me. Show'em to me, and I said yes. I was glad that at least once I had said no. After the shoes experience I was afraid to take them to the lingerie department, but I screwed up my courage and led the way. It wasn't as bad as I thought that it was going to be. Betsy was a little disappointed that she wouldn't get to model each pair for me, for my approval, but I said that I preferred not to have Child Services here before we finished shopping. Her mood sobered a little and she and Chris conducted themselves rather well, but she still demanded that they get to model them at home, and I couldn't argue about that. Yep, just call me slut. I did look over each selection before and approve it. They found out that my taste in women's lingerie was better than theirs. In a flash the cotton panties were back on the shelf and the silk thongs were under their arms. Their selection of matching bras for each pair of panties got to be a bit much, and I put a halt to it. I explained that a bra could be worn with more that one pair of panties, and if they really wanted them to match that bad, then they needed to get more than one pair of the same panties. This started a new run on the panty bins. I shook my head and ask Akiko if all girls were like that, and she smiled and said, "Only if they had a daddy that would let them get away with it." I frowned as I realized that I was being a slut again. I hated the idea of the personal hygiene section, but knew that it had to be done. Have you ever noticed that a man in the women's hygiene section stands out like a black man at a Klu Klux Klan rally? Every pair of eyes in the whole section of the department store turned to me the second that I entered, and it made me want to check to see if my fly was open. The girls seemed oblivious to it all, and dragged me down isles that I found it embarrassing to even read the labels of the things. It wasn't like I had never been married, and had not had this duty before, but the girls were girls. It guess that doesn't make sense to most people, and you have to had lived through something like that for yourself. I had always just accompanied my wife while she selected the things that she needed, but the girls had to squeak and giggle about almost everything, and it constantly attracted the attention of the women in the area. I felt better when Akiko took my arm and smiled up at me. At least somebody understood how alone I was feeling at that moment. My only reprieve in the whole thing was when the girls looked down the isle of the tampons and feminine napkins and shrugged, and passed it up. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived when Betsy turned down the next isle and held a spirited debate, with Chris, on the benefits of one brand vs. another of douche. It was my job to stand there and look embarrassed. I did a good job of it! I was never so happy to check out of any place in my life, and the cute little sales girl made sure that I remembered her; as she looked at me with a questioning look at each thing that the girls put on the checkout counter. I was happy to put that experience behind me, as I led the way to the toiletry items. If I had gone there first, I might have been embarrassed, but after the experience of the hygiene department, it seemed like shopping for overcoats. When we were there I saw a good quality robe that I thought that the girls needed. It was thick terrycloth and it even had a hood. Other than the hood, it was a lot like mine. I had the girls select the color that they liked, and pick them up. I'll bet that you didn't know that young girls, not even teenagers yet, could know so much about makeup. I found out things that I never wanted to know. One example comes to mind; Betsy picked up three different shades of lipstick, and I told her that she needed to pick one, when she informed me that they were all worn at the same time. It gave her a unique look. I told her that her unique look would change. I said that I would approve the colors that they selected, and you would have thought that I had just sprouted a third eye in the middle of my forehead. After a number of refusals on my part, they seemed to settle on a plan. They selected a makeup case that had a number of colors and shades in it, along with the feminine utensils used to apply the paint. I shook my head and agreed. They then produced another case of manicure and pedicure tools, which I said that they had to share. It didn't make them happy, but they accepted it. Next came the real shock of the afternoon. They came up with another case. I guess that once they figured out that I was a pushover for the combination things, they focused their attention in that area. They had this case for fingernails; complete with an electric dremel tool with about fifty different attachments, and a fancy blow drier. Not to mention the twenty different shades of nail polish. I frowned at the colors of the nail polish, but said that if they wanted the tools, then I got to get rid of the colors of polish that I didn't like. They wanted to negotiate, but I held firm. I had given in on the other stuff in the cases, but the black and neon green in that case scared me shitless. They finally agreed, and I suggested that we move on. I knew better than to do it, but since I already felt like a slut, what the hell. I led the way to a jewelry store. I explained that anything that they bought had to be appropriate for school, so don't bother even looking at big expensive things. They didn't seem to mind as they took off looking in one display case after the next. I knew that they didn't own any jewelry, other than the cheap rhinestone ear rings that they wore. As the girls were busy, I decided to take a turn through the store and see what they had. It was my first time in the store and I noticed that they carried some nice things. I wasn't overly excited about the prices, but I knew that it was just me, and that the general pricing was reasonable. There was no such thing as good pricing when it came to jewelry. As I passed a display case there was a ring in there that immediately grabbed my attention. The more that I looked at it, the more I liked it. It was elegant, yet simple but had a very nice diamond pattern. It didn't look cheap, but you could wear it anywhere without looking gaudy. I looked around and immediately a middle-aged man was there waiting on me. I asked to see the ring and he commented on my good taste, and excellent eye. I felt like I was getting oily. I had noticed the man as he had kept a discrete distance and waited until he was needed; a mark of a very good salesman. When I asked about the price he read the tag and it sounded like the national debt. I raised an eyebrow and asked to speak with the manager. He told me that he was the owner and he could handle any pricing negotiations. I smiled as I realized that I had been set up, he smiled as he told me that he had noticed the Rolex and the diamond ring and knew me to be a special customer. We laughed and joked a little and when we got back to the ring, he gave me a price that I thought was reasonable. I nodded my approval and held Akiko's hand out to be sized. She gasped as she realized that I had been looking at the ring for her. She started to protest and I silenced her with a look. He said that he would have it ready in a couple of hours. I looked at him and asked if an hour would be reasonable. We both smiled and he agreed to an hour, and the deal was done. The girls had picked a selection of things. I vetoed all of the rings; allowed them each one pair of small diamond studs, and a small necklace. The bracelets that didn't look like it was too fancy I allowed, and a nice watch for each of them. I then told the girl behind the counter to put the rest back. I told the girls that they needed to pick out a cheap sports watch. I explained that it would be their normal everyday watch, and the one that they wore to school, so be sure that they liked it. They took off again looking in the cases. It took a while, but they both picked something that they liked. I was surprised that their taste weren't more similar. When we were finished with jewelry, the girls wanted to know if they could get their hair done. It surprised me, but I couldn't see why not. We headed down to the salon in the mall, and they had no problems getting the girls in. I thanked God for it being a Friday once again. Akiko and I talked quietly as we waited for the girls. She was still having trouble with the idea of the ring, but I just smiled at her and said that she deserved a lot more than that, but she would have to settle for it, for the time being. We kissed, and I realized that people were looking. I broke the kiss and stared them down, until they went back to what they were doing. The girls showed up as they got finished. I was shocked to see that both of them had selected a short hair style similar to Akiko. They smiled and said that they like what she looked like, and she had told them how easy it was after she washed it. That was when Betsy said, "And besides when you only have five minutes to get downstairs, you need something that you don't have to blow dry." We all laughed at that. We killed a little time while the girls checked out the music store. I can't say that I liked their choice in music, but I don't think that any parent likes their kid's choice in music. After about a half hour I told the kids that it was time to go, as we needed to go back by the jewelers. They almost drooled over Akiko's ring, and she couldn't stop crying as she looking at it. It took almost five minutes to get everything in the back of the SUV, and still be able to see out the back. I was glad of the decision to drive the SUV. I asked if there was anything else that the girls needed, and the only thing that they answered was some lunch. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was well after one o'clock. I hadn't even noticed. I turned the car out into road and headed to the only really good restaurant that I knew of. It was the same on that I had met Jacob and the kids at. We got there about one-thirty, and I was glad that it was after the lunch rush as I had not made reservations. When we got inside there were still a few people waiting, and I walked over to the girl working the reservations desk.She looked at me hard for a minute, after I had given her my name. Then she seemed to brighten and asked if I wanted the same table as last time. I knew what she was asking, and smiled. I let her make of that what she wanted. She must have made a decision and asked me how many, and I replied that there were four of us. She looked under the desk and came out with four leather bound menus. I knew that the other people got plastic coated menus, and figured that I was going to get to play slut again. Well, there were worse ways to spend money, and I was having a good time, so what the hell. I nodded to Akiko and she collected the girls and moved to follow me as we walked past the others still waiting in line. I followed the girl to the private banquet room. She turned a lock and as we walked in she turned on a light. The room was just as I had seen it last. She took us to a table near the center of the room. It wasn't the same as last time, but it was close enough. She seated the girls and I helped Akiko with her chair. She set the menus in front of each of them and before she left she gave me a sultry look and asked in her most sexy voice if there was anything else that I wanted. I knew what she was hinting at. I thought that she needed a lesson, so I looked her dead in the eyes and told her, "Yes, get someone to watch the desk for you and get back in here." She seemed surprised that I had said anything. When she hesitated before answering I grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and jerked her head back, so that she was looking up into my eyes. My eyes were hard and my face was set in stone as I sneered at her. "I said for you to get somebody to cover for you and to get back in here. Or are you too fucking stupid to understand that?" She nodded as she said, "I understand, but what do you want with me?" I smiled at her as I noticed that her voice was now like that of a scared child, and the sultry woman had vanished. I shoved her toward the door as I snapped, "If I have to explain it to you, then you don't need to be in here. I don't waste my time with little girls like you. I damn sure don't need one that can't make up her fucking mind what she wants." I turned my back to her and sat back down. I heard her say, "It will take me a few minutes to get somebody to cover for me." I didn't turn to her at all as I said, "Don't come back unless you are sure what you want, and you know exactly what you are getting yourself into. You have five minutes, if you aren't back by then, don't fucking bother. And make sure that fucking waitress is in here in the next two minutes, or she might find out what you want to know about." It was less than two minutes that the waitress was standing at the table. I told her what we wanted to drink, and as said that we would order when she brought the drinks. When she left the girls had been quiet up until then asked me what was going on. I knew that Akiko was just as curious, but she would never ask. I told them, more for Akiko's sake, "I have been here before, and the girl at the reservations desk remembers me. I told you before that I have a reputation, and Akiko was not the first woman that I have owned. She thinks that she can handle me. And I thought that she needed a lesson in humility." I saw Akiko smiling. The girls still didn't understand, but they accepted that there were things that they couldn't understand. It was a minute later that the girl from the reservations desk quietly slipped in the room. Akiko whispered that she was there. I didn't turn around when I spoke to her, "What are you doing here? Did you forget something, or do you have what it takes?" I heard her voice squeak as she said that she had what it took. I smiled to myself. Still without turning around, I lit a cigar and told her to take off her clothes. I could hear the hesitation, and knew that she was still standing there. I told her, "Get the fuck out of here, you are wasting my time." I stood up as I turned to glare at her, and she shrunk back from my gaze, but she shook her head no. I gestured at her and her fingers moved to unbutton her blouse. I watched as she shrugged out of her blouse, and then her fingers moved to her skirt. As it slid down to her feet she stepped out of it and stood there in her bra and panties. As she stood there looking like a frightened rabbit I took a long pull of my cigar and said, "I told you to remove your clothes, not some of your clothes. Why don't you pick up your things and get out, before you find out that stripping is the least that you will be required to do." I saw fear flash through her, but to give her credit she steeled herself and reached behind her and unclipped the bra and then pushed her panties to the floor. I told her to come to me and watched as she worked her way over to me. I ordered her to unzip my pants and take out my cock. She moved slowly, almost like she was in a trance, but she got my zipper down and managed to fish around and pull my semi-hard cock out. I sat down and told her to get down and suck my cock. I watched a she slowly dropped to her knees. She hesitated and I grabbed her hair again. I roughly pulled her head down and shoved my cock in her partly open mouth. I felt more than heard as she moaned. Once I started a smooth up and down motion she kept going on her own. I released her hair and leaned back to enjoy the sensations as she continued her efforts. The waitress came in with the drinks and almost stumbled as she saw the girl on her knees giving me a blowjob. She pretended not to see anything, but I wouldn't let her get away with that. When she asked if we had decided what we wanted, I said that we had, and that I would order for everyone. I ordered steaks and baked potatoes, along with a dinner salad. Before she could leave I also told her that we needed a dog dish for the scraps. I would need to feed my pet and I expected the dish with our meal. Her lips tightened, but she nodded her understanding. I saw Akiko smile, but the girls both looked like I had swallowed a snake and the head was still sticking out of my mouth. I felt the pressure building in my balls and knew that soon I would be sending a fresh load of spunk down the girl's hot throat. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my cock. She had her eyes closed and tried to keep sucking even when she was off of my cock. Only when she realized that she no longer had a cock in her mouth did she open her eyes. I gave her a hard stare until she dropped her gaze from my eyes. I then led her by her hair over in front of Akiko's chair. I ordered her to raise Akiko's dress, she was a little slow in responding and I jerked her hair hard. She let out a little yelp and quickly got her dress up to her waist. I then pushed her head down to her steamy cunt and told her, "You had better do a good job, or I will make you wish that you had." I heard her licking and sucking start almost immediately. Akiko's eyes slowly drifted closed as she slumped in the chair. I whispered into Akiko's ear, "Don't let this bitch get you off, or I will punish you." She looked at me questioningly as I walked around her and knelt down beside the girl, and whispered into the her ear, "If you don't make my girl come on your tongue, I will make your ass bleed before you even get up off the floor." I saw her shudder as I heard her efforts increase. I then sat back down to watch the show of wills. The girls got caught up in the show, and I noticed that they were rubbing their pussy through their jeans. As I looked at my watch I knew that our food would be here soon. I called to Akiko. She looked at me, with beads of perspiration dotting her brow and upper lip. She looked to be in torment. I smiled at her and told her to drop her dress down over the girl. I watched her move slowly and noticed that her hands were clinched into tight fists. I could tell that this girl was no stranger to pussy, no matter what she wanted others to believe. The battle was still going on when the waitress returned with our lunch. At first she didn't see the girl, but when she went around the table to place Akiko's plate in front of her she almost tripped over the girl's legs. I saw the surprised look on her face, and the sudden flash of lust fill her eyes. I then understood the looks that she had given me. She might not have been a lesbian, but she definitely got off on watching girls together. I smiled as I caught Betsy's attention. I nodded to the waitress and when she looked at her she looked back at me and grinned in understanding. It took her a minute to adjust, but the waitress did manage to get on with her duties. She put Akiko's plate down and moved on around the table to give the girls their own plates. She served Chris, and then moved to Betsy last. I watched as she placed the plate of food in front of Betsy, and then she jumped. I knew that Betsy had done something, but I didn't know what. I saw the waitress's eyes get big, and then she looked up and closed her eyes for a minute. When she suddenly snapped her eyes over to me, I was puffing on my cigar and watching her closely, and I didn't try to hide it. She seemed to struggle with herself for a minute before she stepped back and almost ran from the room. As she was running, I called to her, "I think that we need a refill on our drinks." She made some kind of sound as the door closed, but I didn't know what it was. When I looked back over to Betsy she was grinning as she slipped her finger in her mouth. Then I understood what she had done, and I smiled at her. Akiko was having a terrible time as her girl's mouth continued to torture her. I walked over to the girl and knelt down to whisper to her again, "If I don't see her cum in the next one minute, I will take my belt and whip your ass raw." I heard her efforts get frantic as she attacked Akiko's little pussy viciously. It was almost too much for Akiko as she began pounding the table in her desperate attempt to hold off her orgasm. I move behind her and whispered in her ear again, "I meant what I said about not letting that little bitch make you cum, but you do want to cum, don't you?" She nodded her head and hissed at me. She couldn't even risk speaking, afraid that it would break her concentration. I put my hands on her shoulders and started a gentle massage on her on her neck. "You know, I wouldn't punish you if I made you cum. Oh, something like pinching your nipples, or something like that." She suddenly grabbed my hands and pulled them down her body onto her hard throbbing nipples. I only pinched her nipples once before she was wracked in spasms. Her body jerked and thrashed around on the seat of the chair as she loudly moaned out her pleasure. I wasn't sure if the noise would carry outside the room, but I really didn't care too much. When the girl slipped out from under Akiko's dress she had a proud smile of triumph on her face. I looked at her and smiled, and then my face took on a hard look, "Get dressed as quickly as you can, don't ask why and don't dawdle." She seemed to sense the urgency in my voice, and quickly set out to get her clothes on. The smell of pussy was so strong in the air that it could pass for a whore house on Saturday night. I asked Akiko for her perfume. She fished it out of her purse, and I went around the room spraying it in the air. I gave a couple of extra sprays around Akiko's chair. When the girl was dressed I told her to sit as I pulled up a chair between Akiko and me. She had just got seated when the door opened and the waitress led the manager in. He stepped inside and looked around. The perfume had dissipated a little and the whole room smelled of the perfume, there was a hint of something else, but it was almost impossible to identify. I whispered to the girl, "what the fuck is your name?" she giggled before she replied that it was Danielle. I turned to face the approaching couple. I could see the hard features on the manager's face. I asked, "Is there something I can do for you?" He looked at me hard for a minute before saying Shelia tells me that there is some pretty unusual goings on in here." I gave him my best surprised look, and told him that he would have to be a little more specific as we were just visiting. He turned to Danielle and demanded what she was doing in here, I made a noise that got his attention, and answered the question for her. "Excuse me for interrupting, but Danielle her is an old family friend. I asked if she had a few minutes to talk with us, and she arranged for someone to cover her station. I thought that this was all arranged, and if there is a problem, I apologize as it is entirely my fault. We were just discussing Danielle's future as I have told her that she can do better than working here." I saw him huffing a little and knew that I had scored a hit. Now his attention was on me, and not on Danielle. The worst that he could do to me was to throw me out. As he looked around the room he once again looked at Danielle and wanted to know why she had seated us in the private room. Again I spoke up before she could answer, "Once again I am afraid that it was my fault. You see the last time that I came here we reserved this room for our small get together. You might remember the arrangement, as the food was special ordered just for the occasion. Jacob Weston handled the specifics. Actually the young lady serving us today was our waitress the last time. She did a much better job the last time though." I could see that he more than remembered, and Jacob's name left a residual trace of respect and fear on his face. I smiled as I pressed my advantage, "You see, I wanted to bring the family for a small get together, and the noise outside is most distracting, so I asked if we could use the private room. Danielle was most helpful. Tell me do I need to make a few phone calls to have this straightened out? I am sure that Jacob can tell me just the right person to talk with." Once again I saw fear flash across his face as she assured me that it would not be necessary. I smiled to let the subject drop. He suddenly changed his tact, and tried for a kind appearance as he inquired if I had any complaints about the service. I smiled to him and slowly shook my head, "Well, I hesitate to say anything about such small things. But since you ask; from the first minute she entered this room she hasn't smiled once. I asked for our drinks to be refilled, as you can see the girl's glasses are completely empty. I asked for an extra plate, and still she hasn't brought me one. The last time that she was here she almost tripped, I don't know if she is just clumsy, or if she just doesn't like me personally." I let it trail off as he turned to the waitress, "Shelia, are these things true?" She stuttered a couple of time and I looked her in the eye. I had not said anything that wasn't true and she knew it. I might not have said anything about the events around them, but the statements themselves were completely true. She nodded to say that they were, and then she tried to explain to him. "But there was an orgy going on in here. That slut there was on her knees sucking him off, and then she was under that woman's dress." At this Akiko looked up at her with an amused look on her face, and I just shook my head. This just seemed to frustrate her more and she launched into the encounter with Betsy. "When I put her plate down she shoved her fingers up my skirt." This was something that showed promise. I motioned to the manager that I wanted to respond to that, "So she shoved her fingers up your skirt, and what did you do then? Is that when you were standing there looking up at the ceiling? I thought that you were checking for something. Is that what you did just stand there and enjoy it?" She stared at me for a minute before she stuttered out her answer, "Well, at first I just stood there, then... I mean I didn't know what to do... I mean I was... It wasn't my... I didn't do... I" she fell quiet then. I looked at the manager and frowned. "Well, it seems as though we have a problem here. A much bigger one than I thought. By her own mouth she has admitted sexual contact with my thirteen year old daughter. I think that the police should be called, and things investigated thoroughly." I noticed that Betsy tensed at my words, and looked terrified. I glance at her and winked. She didn't look a lot better, but she did relax some. The manager immediately went into 'kiss ass' mode. "Oh, I don't think that the police are needed. The papers would get involved. Think what that would do to your daughter. I am sure that we can work out something." I gave him a few minutes to sweat, and he was indeed sweating. I looked like I was considering it as I looked around; Akiko was having a hard time controlling herself and just buried her face in her hands. I saw that Betsy and Chris had grasped the situation and both had a sly grin on their faces. But the unexpected look I got was from Danielle. She seemed to be enjoying Sheila's situation, and wasn't trying to hide her smile in the least. I assumed that Sheila was not well liked, other than by the manager; his interest in her was apparent. I turned to him and asked, "Exactly what did you have in mind?" He flushed a little, and sputtered once before he got things in gear, "Well the meal is on the house." I interrupted him and said, "I'm not concerned about the money. I will gladly pay for what we get, fair is only fair. No, what I am talking about is what are you going to do with Sheila there? Are you going to slap her on the wrist and say 'bad girl', or are you going to discipline her. If I don't think that what you have in mind is sufficient, then I think that the police will be needed." He was standing there shaking his head. "I can suspend her, or even fire her." He seemed pleased with himself, and I frowned again. I was a little harsh when I said, "Suspend her; that means she get a vacation. Fire her; all that means is that she goes somewhere else and does it again. If that is the way that you manage things here I can see why Danielle is still working in reservations." When I looked at him, he seemed to be at a loss, so I turned to Sheila directly and asked her, "So what about it? Do we call the police, or do we handle things ourselves? The choice is yours, but whatever you choose, there will be no backing out. I will see to that." I looked at her and she looked at the manager. I could see the silent communication. I knew then that there was something between them and she was planning on using that to her best advantage. When I looked at him I saw that he was still sweating. I wondered what it was, something personal, or blackmail. She answered that we could handle it without the police. She seemed sure of herself again, and had that superior sneer. I didn't mind as I had one of my own, and I knew more than she did. I said that it was agreed. I told Danielle to get a sheet of paper. She didn't look happy at the results, but she toddled off as I directed her. I turned to Sheila and told her to go and get our drinks now, and watched as she left. The manager was about to leave when I stopped him, "Hold it! Where are you going? This isn't finished yet. We still have things to do. You don't think that I am going to leave this in your hands alone do you? It is obvious that Sheila keeps your balls in her back pocket, and leaving you to punish her would be like asking a fox to guard a hen house." He didn't look happy again, and I felt better when he wasn't happy. When Danielle got back I put the piece of paper on an adjacent table and waited for Sheila to get back. She took her sweet time, and I commented to the manager that he definitely ran a third rate establishment. When Sheila came back carrying the drinks I felt that she looked a little bit to happy, and decided to play a long shot. I turned to Akiko and asked her, "Excuse me dear, but would go out to the car and looking the trunk and get me the box marked 'chemical test kit'." She gave me a curious expression because she knew that there wasn't a trunk on the SUV. She was just about to get up when the manager asked what a 'chemical test kit' was. I smiled to her and turned to him, "A chemical test kit is a special kit designed to investigate allegations of misconduct. It is designed to detect a number of various things. It uses test strips that react to different things, such as bodily fluids, and certain chemicals. I plan on testing those drinks, and if there is anything in them that isn't supposed to be, I will sue you for so much money that the owner will be bussing tables for the rest of his life." The look on Sheila's face told me exactly what I wanted to know. The manager didn't miss it either. He made a strangled sound and grabbed the tray from her, and threw it to the floor. He then told Danielle to go and get us our drinks. I smiled at the little victory that I had won. Sheila wasn't looking too good, and I took that opportunity to attack her again. I told her to sit down and when she was sitting, I slid the piece of paper in front of her. I told her to write out a complete confession about sexual contact with a thirteen year old girl. She looked at me and said that she wouldn't do it. I smiled and told the manager that he needed to call the police. She gasped and stuttered that we had an agreement. I said that we did, and the confession was a part of it. If she tried to go back on her punishment then the confession would be turned over to the police. When she didn't start writing, I told the manager to call the police. She suddenly said, "No, I'll write it." Then she took her pen out of her pocket and started a confession. I told her that details would be at her choice, but it had to say the she had been involved in a sexual situation with a thirteen year old girl, and anything else that she wanted to add would be up to her. I was glad that she kept is simple, and just what was required. ------- Chapter 9C Danielle got back with the drinks while she was still writing. I told the manager and Danielle to sign as witnesses. After it was done, I folded the paper and gave it to Danielle. I then told them that the people at the restaurant would determine her punishment. Since the people that she worked with were her peers, then her peers could determine her punishment. If she refused the punishment, then the confession would be turned over to the police. If she completed her punishment I told Danielle to destroy the confession. Sheila looked like she was about to be sick, and the manager didn't look much better. Danielle on the other hand looked happy enough to float. I asked them to leave us alone so that we could finish our lunch, as cold as it was. Danielle took care of us the rest of the time that we were there. When she left the room, Betsy asked why I had done that. I thought for a minute before I answered her. I knew that everyone at the table was waiting for the answer. I spoke slowly and considered my words as I said, "I knew when she ran out of here that she was not going to come back alone. I don't know why she reacted like she did; other than somebody had found out her innermost secret." That was when Betsy broke in, "Yea she likes women, but why should that scare her? A lot of women get it on with other women." I nodded as I explained the rest of it, "Yes they do, but that threatened her. Couldn't you see that she had something on the manager? She uses it to get what she wants around here. I noticed by Danielle's reactions that she always got her own way, even at the expense of others. She probably gets to pick her assignments; which means that she gets the best tables, and the biggest tips. Somebody better gets shit on, because she gets her own way." I looked around to make sure that they all understood what I had said. Everybody seemed to agree with me. "I know first hand what the accusation of touching a child does to your life, and I knew that they would want to avoid that. He realized that the publicity would kill business, and when the profits dropped, they would get a new manager. I knew that he would do anything to keep the cops off of the scene. So, with her confession it was only a matter of punishing her. Does she deserve it? That will be up to the people that she works with. If they want to let her off, then she will get off; and if they want to extract a pound of flesh, then that will also be their business. Did I have the right? Probably not, but I wouldn't have said a thing if she hadn't. I waited until she accused Betsy of something before I said anything. Up until then I was willing to take the blame for everything." I looked around the table and saw that each of them was nodding their heads. I shrugged and said, "If any of you think that I was unfair, I will get the confession from Danielle before we leave and burn it." Once again, I looked around the table at each person. They shook their head no. I nodded and considered the affair closed. As we ate, we were all busy with our own thoughts. When we were finished Danielle came bounding into the room. She seemed to be even more joyous then she did before, if that was possible. I asked her if something had happened. She was bursting to tell the news. She pulled the chair back over to the table and sat down. "There was a big fight, right out in front of everybody. Rob, the manager, said the there was nothing that he could do to help her, and she called him some awful names. Rob tried to shut her up, and get her into the kitchen, but she wouldn't go. Bobby, the assistant manager, came out to see what all the commotion was about, and just when he started to ask, Sheila accused Rob of trying to rape her last year. The whole place got so quiet that you could hear a fish fart. Bobby was so stunned that he didn't know what to do, and Rob got so red in the face that I thought that he was going to pass out. Then he took off his name tag and handed it to Bobby, and said that he quit. Then he turned around and just walked out, leaving Sheila standing there with her mouth hanging open. When she told Bobby that she was also quitting, I coughed and held up the paper. She turned red and then told Bobby that she had changed her mind." Danielle was so excited that I thought that she was going to hyperventilate. She was bouncing in her chair, and talking so fast that I was having a hard time understanding everything that was going on. "Well Bobby didn't know what to do, so he went and called the owner. Once he explained what had happened, the owner promoted him to manager. When Bobby called Sheila over and demanded to know what was going on, she told him to go fuck himself. I really heard her say that to him! Well, she stomped off, and I pulled Bobby aside and told him everything that happened in here, and showed him the letter that she wrote. And told him what you said about us employees deciding her fate. He smiled and said that if it was up to him he would have called the police. I know that he didn't mean it, but when he told Sheila that he knew everything, and that after work there would a meeting, she kinda got a funny look on her face and ran to the bathroom, and she hasn't come out since." Then Danielle started jumping up and down like a little kid at Christmas, and said, "And Bobby made me the assistant manager. He said that you were right, that I could do better than a reservation desk!" She was so excited that everybody at the table had to smile at her. Even the girls looked like they were happy for her. She jumped around and hugged all of us. It lightened up the mood in the room. I told Danielle that we were finished, and that we needed the check. She scoffed at me and said that Bobby wouldn't hear of it, and that everything was on the house. I said that I didn't feel comfortable with that, but she said she agreed with him, and that she wouldn't take a penny of my money. I looked around the table and saw the girls just shrug, so I agreed. Before we could get up we all watched in disbelief as Danielle pulled up her skirt and removed her panties. She put them in my hand and said that she owed me a lot, and anytime that I wanted to anything from her, I knew where to find her. I felt the panties and they were so wet that I could have squeezed her fragrant juices out of them easily. She bounced back out of the room, and we all got to our feet a little confused and a very glad to be leaving. I pressed the panties in Chris's hand and told her to keep those for me. As we walked out through the dining room, the guests didn't pay much attention, but every member of the restaurant was smiling at us. I think that even Akiko started to blush before we made it to the door. Danielle was at the reservations desk, and she introduced a young man named Bobby, and I knew that he was the new manager. He shook my hand vigorously and couldn't stop thanking me. I didn't feel good about what had happened, but I nodded and made an excuse for us to leave. I noticed that he shook every one of the girl's hands as well as they went by. I was very glad to be back in the SUV and on the way home. I couldn't imagine going back there for any reason. I was surprised to look in the rear view mirror and see Chris with the panties in her mouth, sucking hard to get the juices out of the material. I knew that it would not be a difficult job. When Betsy noticed my eyes in the mirror she turned to see what I was looking at. I heard an explosion from the back seat. "Hey bitch, what the fuck are you doing? You know you could share those." I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes as I watched Betsy reach over and pull the flimsy cloth out of Chris's mouth. Only to be placed in her own. My cock immediately stood at attention and strained at my zipper. Akiko watched over the back of the seat as Betsy munched and sucked the narrow strip of cloth as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the unique flavor that was oozing down her throat. I watched as Chris yanked the panties back out of her mouth with a few choice words of her own, "Give it back you pig, you are taking all the good stuff." She quickly pushed the wet crotch band back into her mouth.| I saw the look on Betsy's face was she watched Chris finish the last of the gift that Danielle had given me. I heard her soft voice as she said in a little girl tone, "Daddy, can we do the play thing again on the way home?" As I looked into her eyes I saw a convincing look of a sweet and innocent girl, asking for a piece of candy. I heard my own voice say in a matter-of-fact tone, "No." I saw the disappointed look, and before she could launch into a begging phase I continued, "But if you want to do a little number like you did last night, after you went to bed, I will allow that." I watched her eyes as she suddenly wondered what I knew, and how I knew it. I saw Akiko stiffen as she sat beside me. I smiled when Chris's mouth dropped open and the panties fell into her lap. Betsy's face had taken on a suspicious cast and I decided that I needed to set things straight. "Come on now girls, do you really think that I am that stupid? If you want to impress me, do it with truth and honesty, not the little sweet and innocent routine. You might be sweet, but innocent, I will never buy. When I came into the room this morning it smelled like a whorehouse, even after all night! With you two in the same bed, I still could have marked it off to masturbation, but when I woke you up and saw the dried cum on your lips. That was a dead give away. Now if you want to try and deny it, I will be happy to listen to the Bullshit, but I think that your reactions have already told me everything that I suspected was true." I watched as Betsy looked at Chris, and they came to a mutual decision as they both nodded. Betsy looked back in the mirror as she said, "It is true. We were sucking each other off last night. We didn't know how you would feel about it, so we didn't admit to it, but we don't think that you are stupid. So you want to watch us do each other?" I smiled at her in the mirror and told her, "Well I can't exactly see much, not from up here, and especially not when I am driving. But if you want to hold off until we get home, I will be very pleased to watch you pleasure each other." Betsy looked at Chris and then they went into a huddle, as they whispered back and forth. When they broke the huddle it was Betsy that did the talking. "If you will let us masturbate on the way we will give you one hell of a show, when we get home." I knew a good deal when I heard it, and agreed, but I had to sweeten the pot a little with a counter offer of my own, "I think that we might have a deal here, if you are willing to ride the rest of the way without your clothes." Betsy gave me a big smile as she began taking off her sweater. Chris was a little slower in getting the clothes off, but in a couple of minutes, both of them were as naked as the day they were born. I didn't get to see much, but I could hear the moans and grunts as they masturbated their way home. The smell of young excited pussy was so thick in the air you could almost cut it with a knife. Akiko didn't have the distraction of driving that I did, and made no pretense of watching as she turned around in the seat and watched as they brought themselves to one orgasm after another. My cock was trying to push its way through my zipper, and it was almost painful as I drove a little faster. I still kept a close eye on the speed, as I knew that I didn't want to take the chance of getting stopped. In the chill air the girl's nipples got even harder than they had been before, as they carried their share of the bags inside. It was exciting to watch their bare little asses bounce across the walk, trying to get inside before the cold made them shiver. Akiko and I got the rest of the bags, and locked up the garage before making our way inside the house. Once inside I told the girls to take their things to their room and put them away. I told them that they could keep their old clothes, or throw them out; it really didn't matter. I helped them carry their things as Akiko also went to put her things away, and get out of her clothes. She had really developed a passion for being naked. I had noticed that anytime that she was in the house, and had to wear clothes; she was constantly picking and pulling at them. I don't think that she even noticed, but she was always quick to take the opportunity to get them off. I smiled as I thought that it was amazing how a few months can change a person. I thought that I would take the opportunity to slip into my robe as the girls were putting their things away. Akiko came into my bedroom just as I was slipping on my robe, and I saw the hunger in her eyes. The events of the day were taking their toll on her. She picked up my clothes and went to drop them down the chute. I came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist as she was standing at the laundry chute. She moaned as I pulled her tightly to me, and started biting her neck. When she realized that she couldn't get her hand between us to get at my cock, she reached back with both hands on my ass and ground her ass into my cock. I had to admit that it was doing a good job of getting me excited. I whispered my love for her as I stepped back and took her by the arm. When we walked by Betsy's room I called in to her that they should put on their new robes, and join us in the library. Betsy looked at me and frowned as she said that she would rather be naked. I gave her a little laugh and said that I would rather her be in her robe, at least for the present time. She still didn't look happy, but she nodded. When the girls came into the library I was sitting with my current book, and Akiko was sitting at my feet. The girls had never seen us in our usual position, and it surprised them. I could see the curiosity in their eyes. I told them that they could get themselves something to drink, if they liked. I motioned with my iced tea, and told them that they could also have a cold cola, if they preferred. Both of them said that they could like a cold soda. I said that it was in the game room, and they both just looked at me rather funny. I realized that they had never been on a tour of the house. I asked Akiko if she would mind to take the girls around the house and show them where everything was. She looked at me with those beautiful doe like eyes and nodded. I knew that she would rather stay where she was, but I wanted to give her a little time with the girls, too. I hoped that they would be friends, and they hadn't gotten much of a chance, yet. They were gone about a half hour, and I heard them coming back. I heard all of them laughing and giggling, even Akiko. As they entered the library, I put my book on the table and looked at them. They suddenly changed their conversation, and told me how much that they loved the house. Being young, I had thought that the game room would have been their major point of interest. I was surprised when Chris said that the gym was her favorite room, and that with the bar on the wall she could take ballet lessons and have a place to practice. Betsy said that the office was awesome, and she even begged to get her a computer. Then the next surprise; when they talked about the laundry room. It was almost reverently. And the mention of the bathroom in the laundry was like the Holy Grail. I knew then that I had been right, it was a female thing. I just listened and shook my head. I couldn't understand how these two girls that were so much alike, and had lived their whole lives together, could be so different in their tastes and the things that interested them. I told Chris that if she wanted ballet lessons then I would arrange it. I also told Betsy that she could have a computer, but I told both of them that what they wanted required learning and a commitment on their part, and if they weren't serious then they could forget it. The lessons would stop, and the computer would go away. They both swore to give it their all. I had heard the same things before, but you could never tell, they just might be serious. They were both in my lap hugging and kissing me again. This time Betsy's robe came open as she scooted up closer to me, and planted her mouth on me for a real kiss. I wasn't surprised when her tongue shot into my mouth. This time when I squeezed her ass, she didn't jump back, but pressed harder against me, and pushed harder with her tongue. I heard her moan as she squirmed a little more. Once again I felt somebody groping my cock, and this time I knew that both of Betsy's arms were around my neck, and I knew that it was Chris that was going the more direct route, even though she had less experience. It took a few minutes to get them out of my lap, and they giggled when they saw my cock was making a tent out of my robe. I looked to see Akiko smiling, but she hadn't interfered. I also noticed a strange look on her face. There was love, and passion, but also something else that I couldn't identify. I told the girls to go and sit down on the couch, as I motioned for Akiko to join me. She sat by my feet in her normal position. Once everybody was seated I decided that it was time to have an open and honest discussion. I put my hand on Akiko's neck, as she leaned her head against my leg. I looked at the girls and said, "I think that it is time for a little honesty and understanding. I'm not sure what you are trying to do, or what you want to accomplish, or even what you really want. But, I think that the way that you are going about it, is not the best way. I think that truth and open discussion would gain you more in the long run, and save us all a lot of effort." I looked to see that the girls were looking at me in that special way that kids have; part wonder, and part respect and a lot of tolerance for the mentally handicapped. I decided that a demonstration was in order, "Betsy, Mrs. Roberts told me what you went through, and what you saved Chris from. I think that she doesn't have a clue of what you really went through, and I will guarantee that no matter how hard that you tried, you couldn't save Chris from everything." When I looked at them I saw the surprised looks on their faces. I smiled at the simple deductions, and the fact that they didn't think that I could make them. "Betsy, your slid your tongue down my throat before you even got in the house, along with what Mrs. Roberts told me, it says that you want attention from me. We only need to discuss what you really want, and why. Chris, I have felt your hands on me. Even just now, and those are not the hands of a girl that is inexperienced. You might have fooled the social workers, and there are a lot of things that doctors can't see. So even though you are a virgin technically, you have experiences that other little girls don't have, virgin or not." I looked to see the light of comprehension in their eyes this time. They realized that their own actions had told me more than they had wanted. I knew from watching and listening to them last night that it had been driven from the desire to please me, and to secure my affections. I finished with a simple request, "Why don't you tell me what really happened? Then we can talk about what you want, and see if we can make things work out. But no matter what you say, you will be staying here, unless you say that you want to leave." I picked up my tea and took a sip as I waited for them to make up their minds. It was a few minutes before Betsy told her story. I have to admit that it was harder than I thought to listen to her as she told about the things that had happened to her. She told about telling her mother and then Kelly slapping her for lying and trying to break up her relationship. Once Toby found out that Kelly wouldn't believe them, it was open season on little girls, and he went hunting. As we listened I noticed that Akiko flinched a few times during the story. I could tell that her own experiences had been close to these, and she was living them again as she listened. The tears on my leg told me that Betsy's story had hit a few nerves for her. When she finished she was crying, as Chris held her close and comforted her. I passed a box of tissues to the girls and Betsy made good use of them. When she settled down a little, Chris knew that it was her turn. She took a deep breath and started in on her own story. It was similar, but Mrs. Roberts had been right, Betsy had managed to keep Toby off her pretty well. She told of his rape and I had to give the girls credit when she said in a small voice that at the end that she had had an orgasm. I knew that it was hard for her to say, and that it was the ultimate confession for her. She went into detail about fighting him, and her not wanting it, but when she had that orgasm it almost tore her up inside. She felt dirty and it wasn't because of him. She said how much she started to hate herself that day. She felt that after that what he did didn't matter much any more, as she felt that she was just trash. When I felt a steady river of tears running down my leg I asked for some tissues and handed them to Akiko. Both of the girls noticed, for the first time, that Akiko was crying almost as much as they were, and somewhere deep down in them that she was crying for herself and not for them. They told me once that it was then that they felt a connection to her, one that would last a lifetime. As Chris told her story, I noticed that she didn't cry. She got quiet and somber, and I saw that her emotions were gone. She reminded me of stone that moved as she told her story. It was only when she talked about how she felt that I saw any emotions in her at all. I knew that both of these girls needed love and attention. What type of attention, would have to be their choice, as they didn't need to be put back into the same mess that they had just gotten out of. I asked Chris how she felt about herself now, since she was out of there and back with the people that loved her. She looked at me for a long moment before she answered me. "Daddy, I remember some things about you, not like Betsy. She remembers everything, and I wish that I could too. I do remember the look on your face when momma took us to the courtroom. We just sat there when you begged us to tell the truth. That is what I remember, and I still have nightmares about it. We hurt you, and since then all of the bad things happened. We did that to ourselves. If we would have told the truth, like we wanted to, then none of this would have happened. We would have been happy with you, but momma said that if we didn't tell the lies that she told us to, then they would put us in jail too. Betsy said that we couldn't say those things, but we didn't want to go to jail, so Betsy said that we should just not say anything. Anytime they asked anything about you we just wouldn't answer. And we paid the price for that. Every time that something happened we knew that it was our fault, and that we should have told the truth." I shook my head as I realized that these poor little girls thought everything that had happened to them was their own fault, and it was almost too much for me to take. I realized that my own eyes had a problem seeing things clearly as they filled with tears. I took one of the tissues from Akiko's small hand, and wiped my own tears. Before I could say anything Chris continued. "When they told us that we would get to come and live with you, we knew that all of the bad things wouldn't happen any more. You loved us and you would take care of us. When that one mean women wanted us to say that you had done the same things that Toby did, Betsy told her to 'go fuck herself' she said that the lies had gone on long enough, and that you didn't deserve to be treated like that. It was the first time that I ever remember sleeping without having a bad dream." I noticed that Betsy was absently nodding her head as she listened to Chris. I was glad that the Stevens woman was no longer able to cause the pain that she had inflicted in my darling little girls. Chris's face took on a hard cast once again, "Daddy, I can't speak for Betsy. We tell each other all of our secrets, and we have been the only ones for each other since momma sent you away. But there are things that Betsy doesn't tell me, and things that I have never told anybody. What do I feel about myself now? I know that I am still trash, but I want to be with you and to love you. Not just now, but even when I am a woman. I never want to be sent away from you again. I don't care what you want me to do, I just don't want you to send me away." I knew that I was till crying as I sat and listened to Chris, and for the first time I saw her start to cry herself. Her emotions opened up and a flood gate let go. It was then that Betsy said, "You are right, Chris. There are things that I have never told anybody either. I wish that I had told you." She turned to me and as I looked into her eyes she was just the opposite from Chris, I could see her emotions churning in her and it looked like a tidal wave rushing out. "Daddy, Chris was right. We know that what we did to you caused everything that happened to us. As much as I want to be just like Chris and stay with you forever, I know that I can't, and as soon as I can, I want to leave here." I was stunned as I listened to her. She didn't want to be here? I couldn't believe what I was hearing and my surprised look must have shown on my face because she suddenly added, "Oh daddy I don't mean right now! I mean as soon as I am grown. You see I don't ever want to hurt you, and I know that if I stay here, that one day I will." This time I had a questioning look on my face. Betsy surprised me more each time she opened her mouth, and I was never sure what was going to come out next. "Daddy, I know what a slut momma is. I watched her bring in man after man, and she did things that most people would puke just thinking about, and no matter what I want, I am just like her. I am a total slut." I watched as tears rolled down her cheeks again, and she buried her face in her hands. I had to go and sit beside her, and hold her. Akiko came with me, and as I held Betsy protectively in my arm, Akiko knelt at my feet holding her hands. She turned and cried into my shoulder. After her tears eased up and she had a bit more control of herself I asked her, "Why on Earth do you think that you are a slut?" she wouldn't look me in the eye when she said, "Toby did all of those same things to me, and I loved every one of them, just like she did. I am just like momma, nothing but a slut." She was once again letting go of all of her tears. I held and comforted her as she cried. "Honey, just because you enjoyed those things, it doesn't make you a slut. Your mother might be a slut, but you are definitely not a slut. If you were you wouldn't be here. You would still be with Toby. If you were so bad, you couldn't have bared the idea of going without those things. Try to understand, baby, it is normal to enjoy sex, and doing sexy things. Just because you like things that other people don't like does not make you a slut." She looked up into my eyes, and I saw the hope that she felt. She desperately wanted to believe that she was different from her mother. She was still sniveling as she said, "Is that really true, or are you just saying that?" I smiled at her as warmly was I could. "Honey, I would never tell you a lie. You are not a slut. When they took you away from your mother, how long did you go without sex?" She winced as she said that she was masturbating after a couple of days. I smiled and asked if that was all that she did, and she said that it was all that she could get away with without getting caught. I hugged her as I told her that a real slut wouldn't have worried about getting caught, and most likely would have wanted to get caught, just so that she could have people watching her. I saw Betsy actually giggle at this, and felt for the first time that maybe we had a chance of helping the girls. Once I got Betsy feeling a little better I turned my attention to Chris. She had watched and listened to everything that I had told Betsy, but she still wasn't inclined to believe that it had anything to do with how she felt. I held her as I addressed her problem, "Chris honey, I don't think that you are trash, I think that you are a very beautiful young lady, and you shouldn't be so hard on yourself." She just scoffed at me and looked away. I took Chris's chin in my hand and turned her face to look into my eyes as I told her, "Chris honey. I have a surprise for you. It is perfectly normal for a person to experience an orgasm even if they don't want to. When your body gets stimulated, it will build until and orgasm is achieved. I have whipped women, with a real whip, and even during a whipping, they experienced an orgasm. Now you wouldn't expect a person to have an orgasm while they were getting that much pain, but believe me it can happen, and there is nothing wrong with that. It was just the stimulation of your body, and nothing more. Honey, believe me that when you experience an orgasm with a person that you love you will have a different kind of orgasm. When you experience that, you will understand that there are different feelings involved." "What you experienced when you were forced to do, it was just a reaction, and you will grow to see that. Please just give it a chance, and keep your mind open to the experience and you will see that I am right and what happened will mean nothing, because it doesn't mean a thing to me. You are my daughters and I will always love both of you, no matter what happens, or what you do. Let me decide if I want to forgive you. Don't try to say that I can't forgive you. Love makes all things insignificant." She looked at me for a long time before she crawled into my lap and hugged my tightly. When everybody had calmed down a little I suggested that we all take a break and relax for a little while. The girls both nodded and quietly left the library as I took Akiko in my arms and held her tightly. I knew that she was having a hard time too, and all she was doing was burying her feelings. I held her as I whispered that I understood, even though all I really understood was that she had experienced many of the things that the girls had been forced to go through, and she was probably forced just as much as they were. She cried as she sat in my lap, as we held each other. It was almost dark when Akiko woke up. She had fallen asleep in my arms after she had cried herself to sleep. She seemed confused for a minute, then she realized where she was, and I watched her as she suddenly seemed uncomfortable about having fallen asleep in my arms. I smiled at her and kissed her. She said that she needed to get dinner started and wiggled out of my grasp. Before she left she leaned down and kissed me tenderly, and then she was gone. I was wondering where the girls had gotten to, and decided that I should go look for them. I found them in Betsy's room, both asleep in each others arms. I smiled and left them to sleep. Dinner smelled good, and it seemed that everybody had an appetite that evening. As the smells drifted through the house we all met in the kitchen, one by one. When we came in we each took a chair and sat. I don't think that there was much need to talk, as we each seemed too content to just sit and enjoy the silence. I knew that everybody had their own thoughts to deal with. Dinner was also a quiet affair. Only a few nods and softly spoken words were heard the whole time. The girls helped Akiko clean up after dinner, and as the kitchen was finished it was Chris that broke the silence. She looked at me and said, "Daddy, I think that there is still more that we need to talk about. Can we go back to the library, and talk some more?" I looked around at the others, and saw a mixture of emotions, but I said, "It is each person's own decision if they wanted to be there, but I would be there and help in any way that I could." I walked with Chris to the Library. Chris wanted me to sit in my chair and when I sat down she crawled in my lap, and cuddled up in my arms. I think that I heard her purr as she settled in. As she was getting comfortable, I watched the others quietly slip into the room. First Akiko came in, and then Betsy. They had their head down, but still glancing at me from the corner of their eyes. Akiko moved silently over to her normal position at my feet, and as she settled on the floor she rested her head against my leg. I felt her grip around my leg and knew that she needed to feel close to me. When Betsy settled herself on the floor at my feet, I was surprised, but she laid her head on my other leg as Akiko had done. I guessed that she just needed the comfort of my touch. I waited until Chris felt that she was ready, and started to talk on her own. "Daddy, I thought about what you said, and I know that deep down you are right about what you feel when you love somebody. When I am with Betsy, It makes me felt different then it did when Toby made me cum, so I guess that I understand what you were trying to tell me. I still have a hard time believing that I might be normal and not just trash, but I am willing to try to be more." I squeezed her tightly showing that I approved of her decision, and she smiled as she threw her arm around me and hugged me tightly. She made no effort to get out of my lap, and I was about to suggest that she move over to the couch when she suddenly said, "Daddy, you asked us what we wanted, and said that we should tell you so that we could have an open discussion." She looked at me, and I nodded my head showing that what she said was right. She took a deep breath and said, "Well, when they told us that we would be coming here to live with you, I knew right then what I wanted. And everything that has happened since we got here has convinced me that what I want is right." She looked me in the eye to see that I was listening to her, and also to show me that she was serious in her conviction. "Daddy, I want to be with you forever. Not just as until I am old enough to leave home, but always. I don't ever want to leave you again. And I don't want any other men in my life. I only want you." I smiled as she said that. It was a little girl's dream, and one that I knew that she would outgrow. I started to explain that one day she would have to leave to go to college, and she would find a nice boy, and want to start a family of her own, but she didn't want to hear it. She was almost violent as she shook her head and grabbed my arm tightly, and when I looked into her eyes I saw a fire that I had rarely seen in anyone. "No Daddy! You don't understand! I know what I am talking about, and I know what I want! I want to be with you forever. I want to be your daughter, and your lover, or whatever you will allow me to be. I don't care about a nice boy, or a good man, or anything else that is out there. All I want is to be with you, from now on." Her voice suddenly was soft and quiet, and she almost spoke in a whisper, "I know that you think that I am just some silly little girl that doesn't know what she wants. But I have grown up hating myself, and watching momma use everybody, even us, just to get what she wanted. I never knew what was going to happen to me, or what momma would do next, all that I was ever sure of was that 'my daddy loved me'. It was the only thing that we could ever count on." She looked at me again to make sure that I was still listening to her, and not just letting her talk to my vacant ears. When she saw that I was paying strict attention to her she continued, with a little less strength in her words. "Betsy and I used to fall asleep at night telling each other all of the things that we would do if we ever got the chance to be with you again. I meant every word that I said then, and now. I don't care what you want me to do. I will sleep at your feet or in the barn, just as long as you love me, and you never send me away. All I want is to make you happy, and to feel your love." She was quiet and I knew that she had said what she had wanted to say. I hugged her close to me and kissed her on the top of the head. She reached around my neck and before I knew what was happening she had her mouth on mine, and she was pushing her tongue as far down my throat as she could get. It surprised me a little in that only Betsy had kissed me like that. I realized that they had been kissing each other for years and she was no novice at kissing. When she broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes, and they were shining with happiness. It was the first time that I could remember seeing that look in her eyes since she had come to the ranch. I didn't even see that look when I had taken her shopping. I smiled at her and gave her another quick kiss on the lips as I patted her butt. She knew that I wanted her to get up. When she was standing up I tapped Betsy on the top of the head and she looked up at me. I asked if she wanted to sit in my lap for a little while. She smiled as she stood up. When she did Chris quickly took her spot at me feet. I was starting to feel a little confined, but I couldn't think of anything that would feel better. Betsy snuggled into my arms just as Chris had done, but she didn't have to work up any courage before she started to talk. "Daddy, I know that you won't believe this, but Chris is telling you the truth. She does want to be with you forever. It is all that she has ever talked about, and I know that she means it. You are the only man that will ever make her happy." She looked at me, and I nodded to show that I understood how strong Chris felt about things. I looked back at her and said, "I understand about Chris, but what about you? What do you want?" She pursed her lips for a few seconds then she told me what had been on her mind. "Well I listened to what to what you told Chris; about how it is different when you love someone and that there is a difference. I have felt that with Chris, and I know that you are right, and I have told her that you are. But that doesn't change the feelings that I have. I crave sex all the time. I can't help myself. Once I felt the feelings in me, I had to feel them again, and again. Hell I'm not even sure if Toby was really raping me, or if I was just bringing it on myself. If he had stopped raping me, I probably would have raped him. I wanted and needed the attention that he gave me. No matter what you say about it, I know that I am still a slut, and the feelings in my body will always drive me to do things to feed that hunger." I could see that she was serious. I knew that her hormones were raging, and making her do things that she didn't understand. It was difficult to explain that she would get used to them, and that things would get better. She was just convinced that she was beyond all hope. As I explained about the hormones and that it would get better, once she learned how to control the urges that her body had. I knew that she didn't believe me, but I could tell that she was at least willing to listen. She asked me why her mother had never learned to control her urges, and I had to admit that it wasn't a matter of control. I explained that it was more that she just wanted to be a filthy slut, and to experience anything that was worse than the last thing. I also pointed out that because of that her life continued to go down hill. It became an obsession for her; she valued the experiences more than the love for her family. First she lost me, and then she lost the girls. Betsy thought hard about this for a while, and I just sat and held her as she considered everything that I had said. Finally she looked at me and asked, "I think that I understand. As I learn to control the urges, it is a decision of what type of person that you want to be, not just a matter of giving in to them." I smiled at her as I nodded my head as I hugged her close to me. She still had a grave look on her face as she asked, "But what about right now? Until I learn to control them, what am I going to do? It is all that I think about, or want. How am I going to get through this?" I smiled at her and said that we would all help her through it, just like we would help Chris when her hormones kicked in. I explained that when you loved someone, it was not just during the good times, but also the troubles. She smiled at me and said, "You mean that if you really love someone it is just like a marriage; for better or for worse, through sickness and in health." I smiled back at her and nodded as we heard Chris exclaim, "Hey, that means that we are all married to daddy!" And everybody laughed. ------- Chapter 9D I sent the girls off to bed, as Akiko and I went to my bedroom. We stopped off in Chris's room to give the girls a goodnight kiss. It was even more passionate than before, and I had to almost fight both of them off, just to get out of there. Akiko didn't get out much better, and I could see that she was extremely excited as we closed the door to Chris's room. As I lay in bed, with Akiko snuggled up in my arms I knew that there was still something bothering her. She wasn't her normal cheerful self, and she hadn't even reached for my cock once since we had gotten into bed. I whispered in her ear, "Want to tell me what is bothering you?" She didn't respond for a minute, but then I heard her sniff a couple of times as she turned over to face me. Her eyes were red and puffy and she moved away so that she could rise up on her elbow. I raised up on mine too, so that we could look each other in the eye. "The girls, they had a bad time, and all they had was each other." I nodded to show that she was right, but I didn't know where she was going with this yet. "My father was like that man, and all I had was my sister. We didn't have our mother either, but not because she didn't believe us, but because she hated us." I looked confused at her, and she knew that she was going to have to explain. I couldn't see why her mother would hate her, not for something that wasn't her fault. I guess Akiko decided to go about it from a different direction as she changed the subject, but only a little. "You remember how I said that I didn't want to write to my mother because she hated me. I wasn't lying to you, she did and she still does, even more now." I knew that I was confused, but that she was trying to explain, so I didn't interrupt her and let her tell me in her own way. "Mother was always a happy woman, and she loved us as we grew up. Then one day she came to me and said that father had decided that I was old enough to learn the ways of a woman. She said that he had sent her to teach me these things, and to prepare me to become a woman. I could tell that mother did not want to teach me, but I thought that it was because she didn't want me to become a woman. I didn't understand why she wanted me to stay a little girl. I wanted to be a woman, but I didn't understand what she was saying. In Japan, the man's word is law, and his family will die if he commands it. Mother could not refuse his command, even though she didn't want to do it." Akiko stopped to take a deep breath and I nodded that I understood, and that I was listening to her. She pursed her lips and nodded as she continued her story. "It took a long time to prepare me. Mother made me do exercises, to strengthen the muscles inside my body, and she explained many things about men and women. She showed me a wooden penis and explained that it was what a man looked like. Then she used it to teach me how to hold and caress it, and how to kiss, lick and suck it. I didn't really understand everything, but I learned what was needed. Mother showed me where my clit was, even though she didn't use the name, she just said that it was the woman's magic place. I felt true pleasure for the first time, as my mother licked and sucked the magic place. When she was done, she made me lick and suck her magic place. She explained to me that only women had that magic place, and that it was not necessary for me to learn how to make a woman happy. Then she made me give her pleasure the rest of the afternoon, and my tongue and jaws ached. When she said that I could stop I asked her why I had to do that, and she said that it was necessary for me to learn that giving pleasure was the purpose of a woman. I still did not understand, but I accepted what she said." I could see that Akiko really needed something to drink. I could tell that her mouth was dry so I put my finger to her lips showing that I wanted her to stop. Then I got up and went to the small refrigerator, by the hot tub, and got out the open bottle of wine and two glasses. I poured each of us a glass and carried the wine to her. She smiled in thanks as she took a drink, of the cold wine. I sat my glass down on the bedside table and sat comfortably so that I could reach the table. When Akiko was finished drinking what she wanted I put her glass along side mine as I waited for her to continue her story. "That night mother took me to father's bed. I didn't understand exactly what was expected of me, but she said that I was ready. I was afraid, but mother soothed my nerves. She undressed me as father sat and watched. In Japan nudity is not uncommon, and often families bath together, so being undressed in front of father was not shocking, but it was more the way that it happened. It was like I was being stripped of everything and given to him. As it turned out, it was just the way that it happened. That night I found out that mother was right; is a woman's place to give pleasure. Father took his pleasure with me. My virginity went first, and then any thought of independence. I knew that I existed to serve my father, and from that night on I existed solely to pleasure my father. But that was also the start of the hatred of my mother. As each day passed, she hated me more, and I didn't understand why. She had prepared me for that day, and even took me to my father, why should she hate me so much? I didn't understand, and she would never talk about it. I felt alone, and only my sister would listen to me and understand how I felt. I taught her about the love of a woman, and many nights we spent our time giving pleasure to each other. Father never really cared if I got any pleasure, so it was just about the only pleasure that I got." I handed Akiko her glass and she gratefully drank some more wine. My own glass was magically emptying of its own accord, as I didn't remember drinking any, but I knew that I must have. "It was a few years later that Father told me that my sister, Miatsu was ready to learn the ways of a woman, and he told me to prepare her. I understood what he wanted of me, and I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice. I went to my mother and told her what I was to do, and she smiled at me with a hateful smile and said that I would soon learn why she hated me. I asked for the things to teach Miatsu, and she gave me a small cloth bag that had all of the things that she had used to train me. I thanked her and left, but I still didn't understand why she hated me." After Akiko had taken another drink I refilled her glass, and she held it as it sat on the bed. I didn't offer to put it on the table as it seemed to give her something to focus on as she talked. "I trained Miatsu in the same way that mother had prepared me, but I explained much more about what was going to happen. I didn't want her to be as shocked as I had been. When I had taught her everything that I could to prepare her, I told father that she was ready, and he told me to bring her to him that night. I knew what he expected and did as he told me. I undressed her and presented her to him. He then took her in his arms and motioned for me to leave. As I left the room I saw mother standing beside the door, smiling at me. It was the first time that I had not seen the hatred in her eyes in years, and it shocked me. She took me in her arms, and that night I spent a pleasurable embrace with my mother, each of us giving and receiving pleasure from each other. I soon found out that my father had not touched my mother since he had taken me to his bed, and now that he had Miatsu, I knew that he would not touch me either. My mother hated me because I had taken her place in father's heart, and his bed." I began to understand why Akiko had said that her mother hated her, but with the changing of roles, I would have thought that it would have made them even closer. I was curious what had happened to change her attitude about Akiko. "But mother was wrong. Shortly after he took Miastu to his bed, he called me to him and it was between both of us to make father happy. That drove mother almost mad. She knew then that it was her that father didn't want. It wasn't just that he had nothing left for her. Her hatred of both of us blossomed into something that had no name. Even though I know that she loves me, she still hates me. One day a woman in the village said something that I couldn't hear and mother slapped her, because she had insulted me. She would fight for me and protect me, but she wouldn't even talk to me. She just glared at me and walked away. Miastu was no better, and maybe even worse. It was Miastu that had given the final push to her mother's madness." I now understood why she had done what she had. Even though her mother hated her, she still loved her as well. It was a confusing situation, until you understood the reasons behind it. I felt sorry for her and said that I understood how hearing the girl's story could affect her so much. She suddenly cut me off as she said, "No, you don't understand. The girls had a bad time, but as long as they have somebody that will love them, they will be fine. No what is really bothering me is that I know that you will bring both of the girls to your bed. They want to be in your bed. But what will happen to me? I didn't think that it would bother me, but I realized when I was listening to them that I loved you, and I didn't want to lose you, not like my mother lost my father. I would rather go back to Japan as a homeless beggar, then to die inside a little at a time. I don't want that to happen to me." She suddenly burst into tears as she buried her head into the mattress, and I now completely understood so much about her. I was living out her one true fear. I could try to comfort her, but I didn't think that it would do much good, I was sure that she wouldn't believe me. I took her glass from her and put it gently on the table beside mine. Then I raised my hand high over my head, and brought it down with all of the force that I could manage. The impact on her ass was almost deafening as it hit with a resounding smack. Her head shot up and she gasped through the pain. Her eyes snapped to me, and I saw confusion there as I said, "I see that you have already forgotten your place. I will decide what happens to you, and if you ever go back to Japan. If I want to spend my days whipping the flesh from your ass, I will do that as well. But it just so happens that I love you, and I will decide how and when I will show you that love. Just because my girls want to share their love with me, and their bodies, is no reason for you to believe that I will be anything like your father. But whether or not I take you to my bed is my decision, and not yours. And there will be no more discussions about it. Do you understand me, on this?" She looked even more depressed than she did before, but she quietly nodded her head. I told her that it was good that she understood, and I turned off the bedside lamp and snuggled down into the bed. Once I was comfortably in position I reached for Akiko and took her in my arms. As I pulled her firmly against me, my hand found her small sensitive tits as I rolled her nipples in my fingers. My other hand quickly dipped into the hot fold s of her sweet little pussy. I pinched and pulled on her clit as it quickly stood out as she gasped in sexual excitement. I worked her body until her juices covered her thighs, and as I slowly pushed my hard cock deeply into her tight opening I whispered in her ear, "I will never get tired of having my cock deep in your pussy, and watching you thrash in ecstasy." It was then that her body convulsed in her first orgasm of the night. It was followed by many more, as I made sure that she understood that she would not be pushed aside, no matter how many women offered them selves to me. I know that she slept well, as I was awake most of the night, trying to figure out a way to keep everybody satisfied, and not go to jail doing it. No matter how I worked it out, it all came down to the same thing. I had to depend on the girls to keep everything a secret, even from the Child Services Department. I decided that before anything happened with the girls that they had to understand that this was paramount. I did manage to drift off to sleep sometime in the early morning. When I woke I was confused, it was dark, but I knew that it shouldn't be. Understanding came slowly as I noticed that the drapes were closed. They had been open when I had gone to sleep, so I assumed that Akiko had closed them, but I didn't understand why. I felt her small delicate hands slowly stroking my cock, and things became clearer. I moaned as I felt her slowly fit my cock into her tight little hole. I gasped as it popped into her and was even more surprised at how tight she felt this morning. Some times when she tightened up her muscles I was afraid that she would snap off my cock at the root. I reached down to take hold of her small hips and thrust in as hard as I could, and bury my cock deeply into her tight little pussy. It was then that I heard a small whimper. My eyes shot open as I threw back the covers and found Chris deeply impaled on my hard cock. I saw the little tear on her cheek and tried to apologize, but she put her hand over my mouth. She smiled and said that it had to be done sometime, and she was just happy that it had been me. I didn't know what to say as I looked around. I saw Akiko and Betsy watching from the far side of the bed. I could tell that they had been busy with an activity of their own, and when the moment happened it stopped all activity. Betsy gaped in wide eyed wonder as she gasped, "Chris, you didn't! You said that you wouldn't." I heard Chris giggle as she said, "Well, it's too late now to put it back." As she giggled, I heard the room fill with giggles and realized that it was funny, but so much for my decision to talk with the girls first. When Chris started to slid my cock in and out of her little pussy I asked her if she thought that it was a good idea. I meant that she had just lost her cherry, and she said that if I thought that she was going to go through that for nothing, then I was sadly mistaken. I smiled at her and took hold of her hips and gave her just what she asked for. As I pushed in deeper I watched as Betsy buried her face into Akiko's sweet little pussy. It seemed that everybody had found a place as I finally worked my fat cock as far into Chris as it would go, and when she felt my short kinky hair hit against her bare mound, she moaned and I felt a shudder. Then I set a slow deep fucking pace. I met Akiko's eyes as I slowly fucked in and out of Chris, her eyes seemed to shine at me as she watched Chris's first fuck. It occurred to me that she had never seen a virgin get fucked. She had been sent from the room when her sister had lost her cherry. I smiled as I speeded up the action a little. I heard Chris moan again as she felt the increase of speed, and I reached around her to tease her little clit from its hiding place. When she felt my fingers on her clit she had her first orgasm of the day. I felt her tight little virgin cunt squeeze my cock so hard that I knew that it was just about to pop off, but I couldn't think of a better way to lose it. As I watched Akiko pulled at Betsy's hips until she was turned around into a classic sixty-nine, with Betsy on top. For some reason that really looked sexy to me, and I found that I was really starting to pound Chris for all I was worth, and not only didn't she mind, but she urged me on deeper as she quickly approached another orgasm. This one really seemed the set her off, and she started a series of small mini orgasms that continually wracked her body, with each one just a little longer and stronger than the last. The constant squeezing of my cock, along with the wonderful sights and smells of Akiko and Betsy drove my lust to a fever pitch. Chris was almost in a constant state of delirium as her orgasms continued to crash over her body; shaking and thrashing through each one. When she started to scream in pleasure it was all that Betsy need to set her off, and she started to buck and thrust again Akiko's face. I could always tell when Akiko had an orgasm. She made a special little sound; almost like a squeak, as she tried to hold the sound back, and it still slipped out. When I groaned my own pleasure, as I blasted the depths of Chris's convulsing pussy, I heard Akiko start off with her little squeaks and knew that we were all enjoying the ultimate pleasure at the same time. It made my own orgasm that much more forceful. Chris slowly slid off of my still hard cock. It made a popping sound as it suddenly sprang free, and Chris moaned again. I knew that she was sore and the deep red color of her little pussy said that it must be very sensitive. As she rolled over on her back she gasped and said, "Oh my God Betsy, no wonder you want big hard cock, all the time. It is the most wonderful thing in the whole world." I smiled as Betsy nodded in agreement with her. When Betsy noticed that my cock had not gone soft, she smiled and crawled over to check things out. She slid my cock deep in her mouth and sucked hard as she pulled it back up and off, with a wet smacking sound. "Ahhh... Sweet virgin pussy, I knew that I was going to love this taste." We all laughed, even Chris as she tried to put a serious expression on her face, "You had better love it, bitch. It will probably be the last that you will taste for a very long time." As she burst out laughing, we all joined her, but I thought that she was probably right. When Betsy got an evil look on her face, I was sure that I knew what was coming next. I found that I was right as she rolled me onto my back and then in a single plunge she had me balls deep in her wet, snug pussy. I knew that she was no virgin and it showed as she easily took everything that I had in a single stroke. The fact that her pussy was not as tight as I would have thought showed that she used it frequently, but I didn't hold that against her as she quickly set up an aggressive pace on my throbbing member. As I looked to see how Akiko was doing I saw that she was just resting on her elbow as she stretched out watching us. I smiled at her and told her to come over and sit on my face. She got a big grin on her face and quickly moved to experience her favorite emotion. As she sat firmly on my face, she reached to take hold of Betsy's swinging little nipples as she felt my tongue go to work on her delicate female charms. Betsy was bouncing up and down on my cock, with Akiko pinching and pulling on her nipples, as I slid my finger deep into Akiko. I moved to that special spot, called the G-spot, which all women love so much. That was the magic moment for Akiko. She suddenly screeched as she was immediately plunged into the middle of a massive orgasm. She locked her legs tightly to my head as she didn't even have the notice to try and stop her noise. I knew that I would have to work on that, as I loved it when women voiced their passions. She was humping my mouth as she pinched Betsy's little hard nipples even harder. That seemed to be just what Betsy needed to push her over the edge as she suddenly clamped her clasping pussy deep onto my throbbing cock. I found myself spurting long sticky gobs of cum deep into Betsy's twisting cunt as I joined the orgasmic ecstasy that the girls were loudly expressing. When Akiko couldn't take any more of the massive orgasms coursing through her body she fell off of my face, still convulsing with the aftershocks from the powerful orgasms let lose on her unsuspecting pussy. She smiled weakly as she slowly crawled toward my slime covered soft cock. I looked to see Betsy still gasping as she recovered from her own ordeal. When our eyes met, she knew what I expected of her and started the long hard journey to meet Akiko at my cock. They both lapped and sucked the remains of the pleasure from my cock and balls. I was pleasantly surprised to feel Chris gently licking and sucking the thick girl-cum from my face, which Akiko had deposited there. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as she did her best to remove every last trace. We shared what she found as her mouth was filled with the sweet tangy juices. When the last traces of the precious nectar was removed from my body the girls each found a place on me to lay their heads and cuddle. I found my body covered with tired female flesh, and knew that this was just the beginning of a glorious relationship. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up I found myself alone, and wondered if it had all been a wonderful dream. My sore muscles and soft cock said that it had not, and I slowly went to take a long hot shower. When I entered the kitchen in search of coffee I found that the girls were all sitting at the table talking. I felt over dressed, as I was wearing my robe, and I had on more than any of them. My curious looks at there lack of clothes brought a smile from each of them, and Chris even proudly stuck out her undeveloped chest. I smiled and shook my head as I filled a cup with coffee. As I sat down it was Chris that surprised me with her instance of having a collar, just like Akiko. It appeared that Akiko had explained our relationship to the girls and Chris wanted the status of being a possession of mine. I told her that I would consider it, and watched as her beautiful face fell in disappointment. I told her that if she could prove to me that she could handle the rules of the job, then I would really consider it. She brightened considerably then. The rest of the day one or the other of them was constantly in my lap, or cuddling with me. It made for an interesting Saturday, but I didn't complain. After dinner that night I asked all of them if they would like to join me in the hot tub. I was the last one there, and the last one in the tub. I was glad that I had already heated it up and put the towels in the warmer. As we all sat in the soothing turbulence of hot water I realized that I had had a very good day, and I hadn't done anything, but hold hot willing female flesh. It made my cock stir again, and that did not go unnoticed. When the girls started school on Monday, it gave me more time to myself, and allowed Akiko and I to more or less return to our peaceful routine. She had settled down a lot after she had seen that I was still very much interested in her, even though the girl's sexual needs did cut into our own sexual life a little. She said that she didn't mind at all, just as long as I still loved her. I told her again that I would always love her, and she smiled as she believed me this time. When I picked up the girls they were full of news of school, and the activities that occupied their time. I had to start off by telling them that I expected all home work done before dinner, every night. There were the usual complaints, but in the end it was still my decision to make. Betsy said that she had made a number of friends, but Chris said that she wasn't interested in anyone at the school, or even cared that she went. She said that she only went because she had to, and that her day started when I picked her up. It was once again the differences between them that set them apart. Betsy confirmed that a lot of the girls had just wanted to know about me and what went on at the house, and even some of the teachers were constantly asking her questions. She got a big grin on her face when she said that it was basically just the women asking questions. The men really didn't care about anything more than what I was like. I smiled as I saw my reputation once again taking on a life of its own. When Betsy started to talk about the boys that had gotten her attention, I had to take a few minutes to explain the rules to the girls. I had intended to do that before things had gotten started, but how it had happened, and with everything else, I had just forgotten. I explained that they could expect to enjoy sexual fun as long as they wanted to, but there was a price; and that price was they had to keep their fun confined to the people living in the house. There were too many things that could be caught from having sex with just anybody, and I didn't want them to bring things like that home. Once they found a sex partner outside the home, they would not be allowed to have sex with anybody in the house until they got tested and could show that they were clean of any decease's. Betsy seemed a little put off, but Chris only said that it made sense to her, as she didn't care about anybody that didn't live in the home. Betsy spent a couple of hours sulking around the house, until dinner. I decided to get it all out and in the open. "Ok, so you are still pissed about the rules of sex fun outside the house. I have to consider how to keep everybody safe. Would it be reasonable to assume that everybody should have to get AIDS because you want to go screw some guy that you met once? How is that fair to the rest of us? If you have a better solution, then please let me know, so that all of us can enjoy the free lifestyle and not put anybody else in jeopardy. Or do you care more for your hormones, then everybody else's health and safety?" I looked at Betsy for a long time as she looked at her plate. Chris and Akiko pretended not to hear anything and continued with their dinner. Betsy finally looked up and I saw the seriousness in her face, "I'm sorry daddy, I just wasn't thinking, at least not with my head. I can understand what you are saying, and I won't let you down. I understand what you meant now; about a decision like this, is all or nothing. I would be risking all of your lives, and I couldn't live with myself if I did that. I can't believe that momma cared so little for us, that she didn't even think about that." I didn't have anything to say about that, so I just shrugged my shoulders. I told Betsy to go ahead and eat her dinner. That weekend Betsy managed to get Akiko to go horseback riding. I wasn't sure how she managed it, but I watched as they managed to get the horses saddled and ready all by themselves. As they set off to explore the ranch together, Chris headed to the riverbed to get some fishing in. she turned out to be an avid angler. She loved everything about it, and her excitement was evident when she caught her first fish. I showed her how to hold the fish to remove the hook, and how big they should be to be kept. She never shied away from anything. We had a great time and caught quiet a few fish. When we got back to the house I showed her the other side of the coin about fishing, and even though she really didn't like cleaning fish she did it with determination and refused to back away. I was impressed, and I told her so. For lunch that day we had fish, and Chris was proud to be the provider of the meal. She beamed with pride as we all enjoyed the fish. Slowly things settled down again into a normal routine. In the afternoons I would still sit and read as the girls did their homework. When Chris finished her homework she had gotten in the habit of joining Akiko at my feet, with her head resting on my leg. Often I would notice them holding hands or even sitting and kissing as they held me close. It was a happy time, but it was troubled, as I could see that Betsy still had a desire for something more. I knew that the time would come soon that Betsy would not be happy here. It was a few months later that Chris brought up the subject of the collar again. I had thought that she had forgotten all about it, but Akiko informed me that she and Chris had spent a lot of time together, and she had explained everything to her, and helped train Chris in what she needed to know to be ready to serve me as a good personal slave. When I asked Akiko if she was ready to be a slave, she didn't hesitate when she said that Chris was ready. I studied her for a long time, and I knew that she was right. She had accepted my terms and had learned everything that she needed to learn, and now it was my turn to live up to my own words. I nodded as I went to get the only collar that I had left. I decided that it might be a good idea to order a couple more, as I had given one to Jacob and I never knew when I might need one for just such an occasion. When I came back I explained the rules formally, and Chris listened raptly. When I had gone through all of the rules, and even explained that punishment was involved, she still didn't back down, I nodded and handed the collar to her, and explain that she had to put it on of her own free will. I explained that would be the last act that she would ever do as a free person, and that from that point on I would make her decisions and I would control her life. I heard the snap of the collar as she looked up at me and said, "I am now yours, master." I knew that nobody on Earth had ever meant those words more than she did, and I accepted her as my slave. Over the next few days her new collar caused a small revolution at school, but she weathered the storm, with Betsy's help. Some of the adults gave her questioning glances, but had learned from experience that she wouldn't say anything to them, unless it involved her school work. Anything personal met with cool detached stares, and silence. After a few days things seemed to calm down and it was just accepted, like everything else in life. I noticed that the more Chris settled into her life here, the more Betsy seemed to rebel against things. The more Chris became quiet and happy, the more Betsy became upset and argumentative. It was sad to watch. The only time that she was happy was when she was involved with sex, and I noticed that even that was becoming less, even with the girls. When Chris had put on the collar it seemed to mark a turning point in Betsy's life, and I knew that things were coming to a head. When Betsy blew up one day over some little word, it brought everything out and she demanded to leave. I called a meeting in the library and asked her where she wanted to go? She said that she didn't care, but she couldn't live here any more. When I asked her why, she said that she just didn't belong. I nodded that I understood, and asked her if she would like to live with my extended family? The question took her by surprise and I explained a little about them. I also warned her that she would have to follow some strict guidelines as they believed strongly in discipline. She agreed immediately, and I suddenly understood completely about Betsy. I went to make a phone call, and the next day I withdrew her from school, and arranged her transfer. Since school was almost over for the year, it was decided that she would graduate the seventh grade and just start the eighth grade next year, after the summer. When Fred and Trixie showed up I talked with them in the library and explained about Betsy. "This is a girl that needs strict discipline and training. She will need to be collared, when she is ready. She feels felt out here, because she can't accept the passive life that I have settled down to. She wants to be owned, but she will fight you every step of the way. Once she is collared she will be an excellent slave. But know that she is still my daughter, and that I love her. I know what she needs, but I can't be both a passive master, and an active master. Not in the same house with different types of slaves. She needs the control of the whip, and not the caress of the feather. Once broken, she will settle down." I watched as they listened to my words. They both understood what I was saying. I don't think that they could believe that I had changed so much, but I assured them that I could still swing a good cane, but that the ones that I had now wouldn't respond to the cane, not like they did to the gentle caress of the feather. I thought that Fred understood, but Trixie just couldn't grasp the difference. I knew that it was all what she expected, not what she understood. I looked to Fred and he nodded his understanding. "There is one last thing; she is experienced with both male and female forms of sexual stimulation, and she will need a lot of both, at least until her hormones are under control. You will have to watch her; until you get her broken and settled in. You will have all summer to handle that. I suggest that you devote as much time as you can spare to her training, before school starts, or arrange for a private tutor. She is extremely smart, and quick to learn. I would start her on junior management problems soon, and by the time that she is finished with school, she should be ready to handle anything that you can throw at her. She has a burning desire to succeed, and to make her mark on the world. I suggest that you point her in that direction, and show her what she can do, then just stand back and watch." As I fell silent, Trixie had a big smile on her face. She said, "For a minute there I thought that you had lost your touch, but I see that it is still hiding in there somewhere." I smiled back at her. Then my hand flew to her face. I hit her so hard that she was almost lifted from the floor, and blood ran from her mouth. She smoothly dropped to her ass in a very ungraceful manor. I quickly dropped to one knee and grabbed a handful of hair. "I have not lost my touch, or my edge. If you believe that I should not be respected, I will quickly teach you otherwise." I then forcefully jerked her head up, using her hair. I licked the blood running from the corner of her mouth and then kissed her roughly as I thrust my tongue deep in her mouth, mixing her blood with the spit in her mouth. When I broke the kiss I held her gaze with an ice cold stare, "If you ever show disrespect to me again, I will cane your fucking back until it looks like mine." Then I pushed her head back with enough force to put her flat on her back. I then stood up and looked at Fred; he had a big smile on his lips. I told him that I apologized for teaching his pet manors, as it was his job. But while she was in my house, I would not stand for any disrespect. He said that he understood completely, and that he would make sure that she understood when they got home. When Trixie got to her feet, she had her head bowed and she spoke softly and respectfully, "Master, please forgive me. I didn't mean to show any disrespect." I laughed at her and said, "Yes you did! Don't fucking lie to me you stupid cunt. You thought that I had gotten weak, and that you could take advantage of me. Now you fucking lie about it! God, if Fred doesn't beat you until you can't fucking walk; then I will have to beat both of you. And if you think that it was a lie about what I would do to you the next time, then just fucking try me, bitch." I saw a shiver run through her as she looked into my eyes. The look that I gave her left no room for any doubt, and I saw the tears run down cheeks as she cried from the fear alone. Fred showed anger in his eyes as he looked at her. When he spoke to me he said that he would guarantee that she would not be walking for a few days. Trixie shivered again as she realized that her punishment wasn't anywhere near over yet. I suggested that he order Betsy to watch her punishment, just so that she knew exactly what she was in for, and this was not some childish game, or any idle threats. Fred understood and nodded his agreement. The good-byes were honest and heartfelt, but everyone knew that it was something that had to be done. Betsy kissed me one last time, and promised to write, and I told her that no matter what happened that I would always love her. Before I let her go I whispered in her ear, "Remember, you chose this. You will learn a lot of new things, take them all to heart, and use what you learn to make your mark on the world." When I stepped back I saw that my word had given her hope that she was on the path that she had dreamed about. I smiled at Fred and kissed Trixie. As she hugged me she whisper in my ear, "Please forgive me master, I swear that I will never do anything like that again. I will accept the punishment, I will even beg you to cane my back until it bleeds, but please say that you forgive me." I didn't say anything as I kissed her ear, and pushed her back away from me. The look in her face spoke volumes to me, and I knew that she really was sorry. I watched as Betsy carried out her bags. She might have come with one old beat up suitcase, but she left with a number of new ones, all filled with things that she would probably not be wearing for a very long time. I hoped that they would still fit her, when she earned that right. As Trixie started to leave I called to her, "Hey bitch! I can use some underwear and socks, think that you can handle a simple little job like that?" She looked at the smile on my face, and her face suddenly took on a smile that erased every bit of worry and doubt that had been there. Happiness showed through every fiber of her being. She answered in a trill and excited voice, "Oh yes master, I can handle that for you, and thank you, master. I love you!" Then she was scampering out the door, like a little child, and Fred beamed at me and I saw the relief in his face. It took a few days for things to settle down again, and listening to Chris cry herself to sleep almost drove both of us crazy. I finally couldn't take it any more and moved Chris into Akiko's room. Akiko wasn't happy about not being about to sleep with me, but I said that she would get used to it. So for the first time in a long time I was sleeping alone again. Actually it worked out well that I put them together, as they got along better than they ever did before. Our time during sex was also better as neither one felt that the other was getting more of my time, and it also gave them special girl time. Many times I found them asleep in the same sixty-nine position that they had fallen asleep in. After a week even Akiko admitted to me that she was happy with the sleeping arrangements. Peace and quiet once again settled down on the household. I only wondered how long it would last this time. ------- Chapter 10 It was well into winter and Akiko had been with me more than a year. Chris was not at all happy about going to school, but I still wasn't comfortable with the home schooling idea, and I didn't think that she was ready for a tutor. I told her that it would have to wait a little longer. She knew better than to argue, but she didn't have to like it. It was just after Thanksgiving when that damn letter arrived. From the first second that Akiko opened it everything changed. She acted like a lost soul and wouldn't speak to anybody. Whenever we tried to get her to talk, she would just say that it was nothing. Chris and I both wanted to beat her senseless, but since neither of us could read Japanese we couldn't just read the letter ourselves. I also pointed out that it really wasn't our business, and to just take it and read it would be rude. Chris agreed, but she still wanted to know what was going on. I had to admit that I did too. When I couldn't take it any more I grabbed Chris and told her we were going to find out what was going on, one way or the other. She gave a big sigh of relief and said that she was behind me no matter what it took. We went and got Akiko and took her to the Library. I sat her in my chair, and Chris and I stood over her. We explained that she was not leaving until she told us what was going on. Every time she tried to get up, one of us pushed her back down. When she got quiet and wouldn't talk, we would start asking questions. I felt like one of those detectives in a cheap third rate movie, all we needed was a bright light and the setting would have been complete. After an hour we still hadn't gotten anywhere, but we didn't quit and I could tell that we were wearing her down. It took another hour before she cracked. With the strain that she had been under I was amazed that she held out so long. When the story started to come out she really broke down and started to cry. She explained that her sister and her mother were fighting, more than they had ever fought. Chris didn't understand, but I waved her silent showing that I knew the story. We listened as she told how her mother had gotten worse and her sister had to hide from her for days at a time, or her mother might kill her. I knew that if she was as bad as Akiko said, then it was only a matter of time. When she finally finished I told her to wait there, and motioned for Chris to come out with me. Chris and I talked for a few minutes, and even though I couldn't go into any details I could get the basic question answered. She surprised me with her understanding and compassion. I smiled at her and held her close and told her how proud that she had made me. She beamed at me, and then we went back into the library. I looked at Akiko and said, "Well it is pretty simple, and I guess that everything boils down to one question; would your sister be willing to wear my collar?" Akiko looked at me for a long time, before she said, "But what about Chris?" I looked at her and said that I had already talked to Chris and she was willing to accept another slave, as long as she was treated just like they were. When Akiko looked at each of us, her eyes filled with tears again, but this time she cried with joy. She said that she could never hope to repay us for something like this. I looked at Chris, and asked, "Do you feel like we are doing anything really special here?" She looked at me and then Akiko for a second and shrugged before she said, "Nope, not really. Feels like another normal day to me." I shook my head and we both looked ad Akiko and I said, "Akiko, as long as we can love her, and she can learn to love us, we don't think that this is anything special. You know, just another lifetime commitment, nothing special there." We both smiled at her as she looked stunned at each of us. When I held out my arms she ran into them, and Chris was with us in an instant. It felt so right to have both of them in my arms. I made a call to Jacob, and explained the situation, as least the situation that wouldn't take forever to explain. I asked if he could put me in touch with the people that could arrange for her transportation, and immigration paperwork. He thought for a minute before he said that it would be better if he handled it, even though he knew that I wanted to do it. I said that it wasn't fair for him to have to always do these things, and it was my problem. He laughed and said that it sounded more like his problem, since he started this in the first place. I told him this was way past that, and I was very happy with everything that he had done for me. He just said then let him do what he did best, and that it would all be taken care of. I didn't have much that I could complain about, so I gave him the information; name, address, age and the like. Then I said that I would be waiting to hear how things went. It didn't take more than thirty minutes before the phone rang. Jacob said that it had been taken care of. She would be at the house a week before Christmas. I thanked him and hung up the phone. When I told Akiko, she was so happy that it took Chris and me almost an hour to get the water works under control. The rest of the day we spent just holding each other. For some reason we were all very happy. Time dragged by for all of us, but I guess that it was worse for Akiko. She was a bundle of nerves, and always jumpy. We found her watching the clock, and marking days on the calendar. No matter what we tried she just couldn't relax. The hot tub didn't help either. Even sex was only a temporary distraction for her. After a while I asked Chris what was worse, when she was nervous and scared, or anxious and excited. Chris laughed, but said that it was a toss up. When the day finally arrived Akiko was up before dawn, and paced the floor the whole day. We both tried to get her to relax, but it was like telling somebody not to breathe. I was glad to see the limo in the driveway. When Akiko found out the she was here she wanted to go to her, and I had to almost dress her, just so that she wouldn't frighten her too much. Akiko was still waiting on the porch when the limo came to a stop in front of the house. As Miatsu got out of the limo Akiko was standing right there waiting to throw her arms around her. I was sure that Akiko didn't even notice that it was the same driver as last time. He smiled as he brought the bags into the house. I asked if there was a package and he smiled as he took an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to me. I nodded and thanked him. He asked why things were so different this time. I smiled and said, "Well this time I know the lady, last time I had never met her before." I was sure that he didn't understand but he smiled and touched the brim of his cap, and was gone. When Akiko finally had Miatsu inside, it was our first chance to really see her. Like Betsy and Chris, they were so much alike, and yet so different. The thing that I found hard to believe was that Miatsu was even smaller then Akiko. Where Akiko was five foot tall, Miatsu was four foot and eleven inches, and even though she was still bundled up in her heavy coat I knew just from her standing there that she weighed less than ninety pounds. They both had beautiful black hair, and I was surprised to see that Miatsu already had a short hair style, and she looked good in it. The real surprise was when I looked at her eyes; she had some really stunning green eyes. She knew that I was looking her over and she was calm and relaxed as she met my appraising gaze with one of her own. I suggested that they take her things to a room. I watched as they laughed and giggled while they carried her things up to her room. Chris and I sat in the library while we waited for things to settle down a little. After an hour Akiko was back, She had helped Miatsu get settled and had given her the whole tour. I noticed that Akiko was still dressed, and decided that it was time to get things completely understood, from the first. I told Akiko that she needed to take Miatsu back to her room and explain everything to her. I told her that it was important the she understand exactly what she was getting herself into, and what was expected of her. I added that as lovely as Akiko looked, I thought that she was overdressed. She looked at me and blushed. I nodded at the table in the corner and on it sat a collar. Akiko understood what I wanted, and I thought that for a minute she was going to argue with me, but a look silenced anything that she was going to say. She took Miatsu by the hand and led her back upstairs. It was almost an hour later that Akiko and Miatsu came back down to the library. When they arrived Akiko wasn't wearing clothes, and I was pleasantly surprised when Miatsu wasn't either. Akiko came to my side and sat at my feet. Chris leaned over and kissed her. Miatsu watched silently as they kissed deeply. I watched her for a reaction, but I didn't see anything that looked like it would be trouble. I did notice that where Akiko could still wear a training bra, Miatsu looked to be in a full A-cup. With her smaller frame it made them look even bigger than they were. I could tell that she was freshly shaved, as there was still a hint of redness left from the razor. Apparently Akiko had taken her in and showered and shaved her, before bringing her down. She turned and went to the table and picked up the collar. She then walked back to the middle of the room. All eyes were on her as she stood and waited for me to speak. I guessed that Akiko had truly prepared her, and I was certain that she knew what was coming, but I smiled as I said, "Maitsu, do you know what kind of life awaits you, once you put that collar on?" She smiled a perfect smile, and made her look even more beautiful. "Akiko wrote to me over the past year. She told me of her life here, and the things that you have done, and the love that she feels. Since I have been here, she has told me more of what my life would be like. I have dreamed of a life like that." She ran her hand through her hair and said, "Akiko sent me a picture of her last year, after she got her hair cut, showing me what kind of hair that you liked. I went and got my hair cut the same way. Each of her letters made me want to be here more than the last, and each one made momma act a little crazier. In many of my letters to Akiko, I have begged her to let me come to live here with her, but she said that she could not ask that of you. I understood, but I still wanted the life that she had." I noticed that she now was looking at her delicate little feet. I held my glass to Akiko, and she went to refill my tea. When she left the room, I took out a cigar and lit it as I waited for Miatsu to continue what she was going to say. "In Japan, it is a custom that you celebrate a person's good fortune. On the one year anniversary of Akiko coming to live with you, I put a shrine for her in the garden. That was when mother tried to kill me. She destroyed the shrine, and then she turned on me. The hatred in her eyes told me that I had better run. I hid for two days, before I came home. Mother didn't act like I had even left, and if I said Akiko's name she would turn on me and I would have to run away again." She turned to watch Akiko come back with my tea. When Akiko saw my cigar she stopped for a second, and then she brought my tea to me and sat down close to Chris, and they held each other. Neither one was holding on to my leg. So you sent Akiko a letter telling her that your mother had finally lost her mind, and was trying to kill you?" She nodded at my question, and I felt that there was something else that she still wasn't telling me. I frowned for a minute, and then thought that I would see how far I could push her. My voice was different; harder and colder, as I said to her, "Did you know that I hired an investigator to see how bad the problem really was?" I watched as her head snapped up. I knew then that I was being fed a line of bull, and that I would have to drag the truth out of her. "He said that your mother was actually a nice woman, and that she talked about Akiko and you without showing any signs of violence. Would you care to tell me the truth now?" I looked to see Akiko with her mouth open and knew that this was a surprise to her as well. Miatsu was suddenly nervous and I saw her fidget as she shifted from one foot to the other. She sputtered a few times before she finally said, "Well mother didn't always act like that. To other people, she acted normal." All the time that she talked she kept her head down. I was shocked when Akiko was suddenly on her feet and across the room. She had a handful of hair as she jerked her head back and looked hard into her eyes. I don't know what she said, as it was all in Japanese, but I got the distinct impression that she was not happy about something. I motioned for Chris, and she climbed up into my lap as we watched Akiko slap Miatsu. That was just the first of the show. From there we watched as she screamed and yelled, slap and hit, and even sat on her while all the time asking her questions. I had to give Miatsu credit, she stuck to her story through quite a bit of Akiko's attack, but you could tell when the story changed. She acted like a whipped puppy, and Akiko didn't show her any mercy. Suddenly Akiko was getting answers to her questions, and each one made her madder than the last one. I had a suspicion what was going on, as I had from the time that Miatsu told her story. Akiko was sitting on her chest and would occasionally slap her hard across the face, when she didn't get the answer that she knew that she should have. Chris and I watched the scene of violence and submission. Chris leaned close to me and asked, "Is that what Betsy goes through?" I smiled at her and said, "She probably got something like that in the first five minutes, then it got a lot worse, a lot faster." I felt her shiver as she snuggled down in my arms protectively. After a vicious slap, Chris whispered to me, "How can she do something like that, she is so tender and loving?" I smiled at her and asked her, "What would you do to somebody that lied to you and used you to get to me?" There was a surprised look on her face, one that turned hard as ice. I had not seen that total lack of emotion in her for a very long time. She said in a calm voice, "I hope that she doesn't kill her. In her place, I might." I knew that Akiko wouldn't really even hurt her. It was still her sister, and she loved her, no matter what she had done. It had just hurt her feelings, and her pride. When Akiko stood up, she still had Miatsu's hair in her hand; it forced Miatsu to crouch at her side. "Master, I have been a fool. My worthless sister has used me to get her wish to live here. I think that you should send her back to Japan, to a life on the streets. She doesn't deserve any better." I looked at her and knew that it was just the hurt and anger speaking. I knew that she really loved her sister. I nodded at her hand, still holding Miatsu's hair. "Are you finished with her, or were you going to do something else to her?" Akiko looked down and released her grip on her sister's hair. Miatsu slumped to the ground in a heap. I eased Chris off of my lap, and stood up. I looked at Akiko and told her to wait there, that we weren't finished with things just yet, and I left the room. When I came back Akiko was still standing beside Miatsu. I thought that she looked worse than she did the whole week that she was so worried. I walked over to Miatsu and grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head up to look into my steel blue eyes, "So do you still want to stay here, or do I send you back to Japan?" She didn't hesitate for an instant, but she barely whispered, "I want to stay here, with Akiko, and you." I smiled and said that her lies would have to be punished, and I reached down to pick up the forgotten Collar, and snapped it around her neck. Then I clipped the thin chain of the security leash in place; connecting it to the collar and then to Akiko's slim wrist. I knew that Akiko's wrist would break before the chain, no matter how delicate the chain looked. I turned to Akiko and said, "We brought her here on your word. We will not let you off so easy as to just send her away. You are responsible for her, and you will train her until she is ready to be treated like a proper personal slave, to me. You know what I expect, and if she fails, I will blame you and not her." I handed the cat-of-nine-tails to Akiko. She took it mutely as she listened to me. "From now on you are joined by the leash. You can not break the leash, and only I can remove it. For any infraction of the rules, either mine, or yours, you are to make sure that she feels the price of failure. Until such time as the leash comes off, Chris will sleep in my bed, and she is not to have any form of sexual release. I don't care what you make her do, but she must not be given an orgasm." I looked to see Chris smile in pleasure; this would be the first time that she had to opportunity to sleep with me alone. I saw the look in Akiko's eyes. They were hard, and I knew that she blamed Miatsu for what she knew she would be missing out on. I handed a pair of leather cuffs to Akiko and she looked confused. I clarified to her, "Just in case you have a hard time keeping her hands away from parts of her body, because if she does have an orgasm, and I find out about it, I will punish you." She took the cuffs without a word and looked hard at Miatsu. I knew that this young lady was in for a hard time. I looked at Akiko, Miatsu and Chris and nodded my head, "Now we are finished with this." I turned back to resume my book. Chris settled down at my feet, and Akiko began her new life as a mistress. ------- Chapter 11 Chris was the happiest little girl on Earth; she went to sleep in my arms and woke up to feel me holding her tightly. One night we slept the whole night with my cock buried in her tight little pussy. If Akiko had killed Miatsu, it might have been a couple of days before Chris even noticed. Akiko on the other hand noticed everything. She was quick to use the whip, and Miatsu was punished for anything that Akiko didn't like, and with Chris so happy, there were a lot of things that Akiko didn't like. It was a couple of days before Christmas when Chris and I came down to the kitchen to find Akiko sitting in her chair and Miatsu kneeling in the floor before her. We watched as Akiko enjoyed a powerful orgasm that Miatsu quickly cleaned up the evidence of. When she noticed us, she quickly got to her feet, and kissed both of us good morning. As I sat and opened the paper, Akiko sat my coffee in front of me. I looked up at her and opened my robe. It had been some time since we had read the paper together, and she quickly jumped on my lap. Once she got settled, and slipped my hard cock deep in her tight wet little hole, she pulled Miatsu back to her pussy to clean our combined fuck juices as we read the paper together. Chris decided to enjoy the scene and moved her chair so that she had an unobstructed view of the whole proceedings. Her little hand found her clit and she was noisily stroking herself to one orgasm after the other; she watched us as we gently fucked our way through the paper. That first week Miatsu spent most of her time with her hands behind her back. Akiko wasn't taking very many chances; she wouldn't even let her sit in a chair. She made Miatsu kneel on the floor to eat. When I asked her about it she only remarked that any woman could rub her pussy on a chair, when nobody was watching. I decided that I really didn't want to interfere. It turned out to be a good idea, in the end. By the end of the first week she was covered with whip marks, and was almost constantly whining and begging Akiko to let her have an orgasm. I knew that I would have hurt her terribly, for such a display. As she was whining one day, and I was walking by, I stopped to ask her, "Well Miatsu, do you want to leave us and go back to Japan yet?" Akiko had her on the floor again, and she straightened up as straight as she could and said that she was going to stay. I nodded and said that if she was going to stay, that she needed to learn to control her whining. Miatsu flushed a crimson color, and Akiko blushed with embarrassment. I heard Akiko working the whip over her as soon as I walked away. It was also the last time that I heard Miatsu whine about anything. By the end of the second week, Akiko's anger had pretty much died down. She rarely used the whip any more, but she still kept it with her. Things did return to normal after the first of the New Year. I once again found myself sitting in the library reading, with Chris and Akiko sitting at my feet. Miatsu was occasionally allowed to rest her head on my leg, but usually Akiko made her kneel beside her. I knew that she was paying a penance, and I didn't hold anything against her. In the mornings Miatsu rarely looked like she had gotten much sleep, when I asked Akiko about it she flushed a little and said that Miatsu was learning what it meant not to get what she wanted, and even a lie wouldn't help her. I wasn't sure what she meant, until later that night I looked in on them. I watched as Akiko pushed her to the edge of orgasm, over and over, and then left her that way to fall asleep. I watched as frustration kept her awake, and I knew that she had been awake for hours. It explained the sleepless looks that I saw in her face. It also explained the whining that she had been doing, and I felt bad now that I had stuck my nose into things. It was in the middle of March that Akiko came to me and announced that Miatsu was ready to take her place as my personal slave. I knew that she had received a rigorous training, and that she was probably the only one that had an idea of what a slave's life was really like. I looked at her and asked if she thought that she was ready to serve me. She didn't have the same cocky nature that she had once had. She looked at me and said with a tense honesty, "I don't know master. Akiko thinks that I am, but I am afraid that I will fail you in some way." I smiled at her answer and told Akiko that she had done a very fine job. Akiko beamed, not only for herself, but also for Miatsu. I release the leash from Akiko's wrist and then I released Miatsu's collar. When she was free of the leash she turned to me and asked, "Does this mean that I am now your slave? And that I will be treated like Akiko and Chris?" I looked at her and said that it did, but that she was still a slave, my slave, and she would always follow my instructions. She nodded her understanding. I then ordered her to kneel in the middle of the room, and not move until I told her to. She didn't flinch as I gave her the order, and quickly moved to obey. I looked at the clock as it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. It was almost four when we all entered the library again. I had gone to pick up Chris from school. Miatsu was covered in sweat as she strained to stay in the same position. I smiled and told her that she could sit down. She heaved a sigh of relief as she almost collapsed. As she was lying in the floor, I sat in my chair and the girls quickly sat at my feet. When we were comfortable I spoke to Miatsu, "Miatsu honey, now I want you to masturbate for me. I want you to put on a really good show, and get so excited that you can't stand it. And if you do a good job, I will allow you to cum. Do you understand what I want from you?" She looked me in the eye and nodded that she did. I also saw a fearful desperation there, too. We all watched as Miatsu 's little hands glided along her body; from her neck down to her thighs. They moved back and forth, each time getting closer to her sensitive areas. When her hands brushed her nipples we heard her gasp as the first real sensations of erotic pleasure filled her soul. We watched closely as the finger of one hand slowly slid down her body and teased her little clit from the folds that kept it hidden. As she slowly worked her clit to a stiff nub of desire, we watched her sweat covered body glisten in the late afternoon sun. I let a cigar as I sat back to watch. The girls found the erotic show more difficult to watch than I did. Soon I could take my pick of sensual female flesh to watch, as Akiko and Chris joined Miatsu in the timeless dance of fulfillment. I noticed that Akiko and Chris soon were in each others arms as they watched Mistsu drive her passion higher. I could tell that they wouldn't last as long as they had their fingers in each others pussies. I was right; when Akiko began to buck her ass in orgasm Chris quickly joined her. I smiled as they held each other after their orgasm subsided, and licked their fingers as their attention turned back to the moaning girl in the middle of the floor. She had lived up to all of my expectations. She had provided a good show for everybody, and she had still managed to control her passions, but I could tell that it was getting harder to do. Each time that she jerked her hands away from her body, in fear of making herself cum, the time got shorter that she could stop her hands from going back to the wonderful tasks that they were doing. Her moans were getting louder and more desperate by the minute, and the girls were soon idly stroking each other again. When her body began to vibrate and shake, she suddenly put both hands in her hair and pulled. I saw that she was using the pain to help control the impending orgasm, and with her hands in her hair, they weren't adding to the growing sensations in her body. I smiled at her, wondering if I should allow her to find out that the pain would very soon give her enough pleasure to push her over the edge. Then she started to beg for the privilege of having and orgasm. I knew then that her training was indeed complete, and she knew her role as slave. I looked at the girls and asked them if they thought that she deserved to cum, and as they both looked up into my eyes I saw each of them shake her head. I considered it, and then asked if she also had earned an extra treat. Even though they didn't understand what I meant, neither hesitated as she said, "Yes!" I smiled at them and stood up. My hard throbbing cock sprang free as my jeans hit the floor. I pulled off my shirt and sat back down in my chair. The soft leather stuck to me, but in a pleasant way. When I turned my attention back to Miatsu, she was still thrashing on the floor and begging for her orgasm. I had to call her name three times before she heard me in her passion induced state. When she did, she slowly turned her attention to me. Her eyes were foggy and glazed with lust. We watched as she tried to stand, but when she couldn't straighten up because of the sudden spasms and tremors in her body, she dropped to her knees and crawled to me. She stopped between my legs, looking up at me. I stood up, and reached down and picked her up. I turned her around, so that her back was to me, and tightly held her against me. As I sat back down my cock slid between her smooth thighs. Once we were sitting, with Miatsu in my lap, I whispered in her ear, "If you can get my hard cock all the way in your sweet little pussy, you can have your orgasm." I didn't have to even think about her hesitating as she was moving even before I finished speaking. The spasms in her body didn't seem to matter to her as she stood up and positioned my cock at the entrance of her hungry cunt. I expected some sound as she was penetrated for the first time, in a long time, especially in her heightened state of sexual excitement. But I was totally unprepared for the scream that erupted from her. I was concerned that my closest neighbors, almost ten miles away, might have heard it. The girls, caught completely by surprise, reached for her but it was too late. She had buried my cock deep in her pussy in a single desperate plunge and she was now consumed in and by her orgasm. She didn't know that they were holding her and talking to her. Her hips began a lightening fast fucking motion, and her eyes rolled back in her head. The girls quickly understood what was happening to her, and Akiko went for her hard throbbing nipples, just as Chris dived down between her spread legs and sucked her excited clit into her hot mouth. Miatsu was suddenly in orbit, and trying to go higher. Only the sensations of her body existed, and everybody was feeding her more as she convulsed and spasmed her way though orgasm after orgasm. She never even began to come down, as one ended, the next one began. From my side of the experience, I felt the soft jelly like tube of hot female flesh engulf my cock in a single thrust, and it was the last thing soft that I felt. As soon as I was buried in her hot sucking cunt, everything turned to stone. Her muscles tightened as it suddenly felt like a steel blast furnace, turned up on high. The sudden heat combined with the squeezing made any movement impossible. At least until she suddenly started to thrust her hips at an incredible pace. Then I felt her slide up and down on my cock as she drove herself to orgasm. But even that movement felt like a steel band was sliding up and down my cock. It was almost as painful as pleasurable. I was just holding my own, until her orgasm hit her completely. Then her muscles eased just a little and her pussy flooded with more hot sticky juices. Suddenly it felt like heaven. A firm hot clasping grip, that was driving me to a sexual utopia. I was aware of the things going on, and I enjoyed the attention the girls were giving to Miatsu. Every one of their efforts gave me an extra thrill as they moved through Miatsu's body and into mine. It was just as she was coming down from her orgasmic high; she was starting to gasp for breath as she pushed the girls away from her sensitive flesh, that I blasted the depths of her boiling pussy with my heavy load of hot sticky cream. She suddenly stiffened again and headed back toward outer space. When the girls noticed what had happened, I saw them smile at each other as they dived back into the task of adding stimulation to her sexually overloaded body. As Miatsu came down this time, the girls helped her from my semi-hard cock, and down to the floor. She could barely hold herself up as she lay gasping for breath. Akiko moved to clean my cock, but I stopped her. I pointed to Miatsu. Akiko didn't smile, but she nodded and both of the girls helped Miatsu up, so that she could clean my cock. As she rested on my thighs I looked at her and said, "I want you to clean up our juices. The girls offered, but I thought that you deserved it. You worked hard, and you deserve the rewards." She smiled as she lowered her head to my cock. I felt her tired licks slowly clean my cock of all of our juices. Even when I was sure that everything was clean, she still kept at it, until she was sure that she had done a good job. By the time that she was finished cleaning me, she felt refreshed enough to get up on her own. I suggested a trip to the hot tub, and we headed to the pool room. Once there we all found a place in the hot tub, and let the thundering jets wash away the tension in our bodies. I hate to admit it, but the thought of having to get out was more difficult to face than walking on hot coals. But with a Herculean effort I managed to get out. I found that the others felt just like I did, but hadn't yet found the strength. I helped each one out, and once their body cooled a little, they found the energy to move again. Miatsu was the last and she was almost asleep. It took a while before she felt like moving again. I stayed with her and held her for a while, as the girls went to fix dinner. I was still holding her and talking when Chris came to tell us that dinner was ready. Miatsu wasn't ready to end our time together, but I pointed out that there were others involved, and she had to learn to share better than that. She blushed as she nodded her head. We headed off to the kitchen. We sat at the table for a long time, just talking and having a good time. It was the first time that Miatsu was allowed the honor of sitting at the table, or taking part in our conversations. She enjoyed everything immensely. When it was time for bed, I said that Akiko and I would see them in the morning. Akiko had missed her private time with me, and she showed it, as neither of us got much sleep that night. That night marked an end to my selection of companions for the evening. The girls made that decision among themselves as to who would sleep with me each night. The other two would spend the night in each others arms. I knew that there were times that the decision was made by which of the girls wanted to be together. It didn't concern me, as I knew that all of them loved me, and I was not the jealous type. They also found that during their period, it made things easier to arrange. I always knew that if I wanted to be with a certain woman it was not a problem, all I had to do was say so, and she would be in my bed. So once again life settled down into a pleasant time of companionship and family. We each had our things to keep us busy, and our passions for each other to help bind us all together. I knew that every time we were settled into our quiet lives, something always came along to stir things up. I knew that it would happen again, and decided that there was nothing to do but wait, and handle things as they came up. ------- Chapter 12 It was about six months later that Mrs. Roberts showed up in my life again. It appeared that the presence of two Asian beauties in this town was more of a reason to gossip then the fact that my daughter wore a collar. Mrs. Roberts was called in when complaints of two underage Asian girls were being held here. I received a phone call one morning and was warned of an impending visit that day. When I asked who I was talking to, they just said that they were a friend, and that they were well taken care of, to take care of me. I smiled as I saw Jacob's hand involved in this somewhere. Since it was late summer and school still had not started yet, I had to make sure that everybody was dressed properly for the 'surprise' visit. Nobody liked the idea of getting dressed, or having a busybody sticking their nose into our lives. I had to agree with them, but said that it was all a part of life. When Mrs. Roberts drove up, I walked out on the porch to greet her. I could see that in the couple of years since I had seen her that she had put on a few pounds on her stomach, and her hips had gotten a little wider. She noticed me checking her out, and said that married life can take a toll on the body. I nodded and invited her in. We sat in the living room, and when I heard the reason for the visit I almost laughed myself silly. She wasn't amused, but I assured her that I could clear everything up. I left for a few minutes to get the girls, and their passports. When Mrs. Roberts, or Stella as I learned, met the girls she still had suspicions. At least until I produced their passports. She couldn't believe that the girls were both older than she was. I smiled and said that I was a lucky man, and that they were both the light of my life. She didn't have much reason to doubt me, and asked to see the girls. I explained that Betsy was living with some relatives and attending a special school for gifted children, but that Chris was available. I asked Miatsu to call Chris. I talked to Stella while Miatsu was gone and found out that her marriage was headed for the rocks, I expressed my sincere apologies, but pointed out that no matter how bad it was, it could always be worse. She had to smile at that, but said that it always seemed worse, when it was your own. I had to agree with that. Chris and Stella talked for a while, and I knew that Stella noticed the collar on her. When she asked Chris about it, Chris just shrugged and said that it didn't mean anything. Stella didn't believe her, and I knew that she would not give up, until she found out the truth. I asked everybody to step over to the library, so that I could talk to Stella for a few minutes. When we were alone I asked her about her sudden interest, and she confirmed my suspicion of the collar. "Look Stella, you knew Christen before she came to live here. Talk to her, and see if you can find anything to be concerned about. But I have to tell you, if you threaten Chris with taking her away from here, she will make your life a living nightmare." I raised a hand to stop any barrage of words, "I didn't say a thing about me. I said that SHE would do it, and I meant every word. She has determined what she wants in life, and if anything threatens that, she can be dangerous in her own right. I don't have to take a hand in anything. If you don't believe me, just talk to her. But remember; I warned you, don't threaten her." She pursed her lips, but she didn't say anything as she nodded. I shrugged and went to get Chris. I left the door open so that she could see that I wasn't telling Chris anything. I called Chris, as she walked out of the library; I met her in the hallway. I said, "Mrs. Roberts wanted to talk with you for a little while. I want you to be nice." I ushered her into the living room and closed the door. I quickly went to the video room and started a tape machine, to record the conversation. Then I went to join the girls in the library. They both looked frightened, until I said that everything would be fine, and that there was nothing to worry about. When I assured them that I could handle it, they both seemed to relax a little. It was almost a half hour later that Chris came into the library. I went to see of Stella was still alive, and thankfully found her upset, but still breathing. I quietly closed the door, and sat down to talk to her. I wanted to find out what she was thinking, and how much Chris had told her. "So, now you had a chance to talk to Chris. What is your opinion?" I watched her, reading every movement, breath and dart of her eyes. She was slow to answer, but she didn't seem upset. "I know that she is having sex with you." It was a statement, and not a question. I prepared myself for the worst. "Not that I condone actions like that, but she has made it very clear that if I ever say anything to anybody, that she will hunt me down and gut me like a fish. I hate to admit this, but I believe her. I was sure that you were forcing her into some bizarre sexual situations with your other women, but she set me straight on that. I can't pretend that I have a clue what you are doing here, but I can see that she is not the scared little girl that I brought here. She is a woman, and she expresses herself beautifully, at least until you threaten her." She shrugged and went on, "We talked about school, and her grades. We talked about literature, horses, fishing, cooking and a number of other things. She told me that you treat her like and adult, and let her make her own decisions, except where school is concerned. She said that if she could quit today, she would. No, she is not the same scared little girl that I dropped off here. She is much more, and she seems very well adjusted. I believe that everything that as happened to her, was her own choice, and I won't interfere with that. But only because it seems like the right thing for her." She gave me a smile and whispered to me, "And I believe that she would hunt me down, and gut me like a fish." We both smiled, and she said to me, "Besides how can I possibly tell you how to run your life, when mine is in such terrible shape?" I looked hard at her and she looked like she was about to cry. I handed her a tissue from the coffee table and that seemed to pull out the stops, and the dam broke. I let her cry for a while before I asked what the problem was. She sniffed a little and said that her husband didn't love her any more. I frowned a little and said that I didn't believe that. She looked at me and said that it was true. I shook my head and asked if they fought a lot and she said yes. I nodded my head, and asked who was in charge of their life. She looked confused and said that nobody was in charge, that they were equal partners. I smiled at her and said, "Well, if that is the case, I suggest that you go and get a good lawyer and file for divorce. You are just wasting your time, and in the end it will all be for nothing." She stared at me for a long time and said that she didn't believe that. She said that she was sure that they could work things out. I smiled at her and said, I was sure that they could too. But not the way that it was now. If that was what she wanted, then she didn't have a chance, and she needed to just forget the whole thing. She thought about it for a long time, and asked me how she could save her marriage. I looked at her and asked what she was willing to do to save it. She said that she would do whatever it took. I shrugged and told her, "Ok, you say that you will do whatever it will take so I will tell you what it will take. There are only three things that you need to make any relationship work; they are Love, communication and obedience." She stared at me, and then said, "What do you mean obedience?" I looked at her and then tried to explain it to her. In every relationship, no matter how much love that you have there is always a difference of opinion. Each time you disagree, there will be a fight, and following the fight, there will be hard feelings. Each time it happens it gets a little harder to bridge the gap, and the gap keeps getting bigger. Until it becomes impossible to bridge the gap, and then you get a divorce." I looked at her and she seemed confused. I tried to explain it in terms that she could relate to. "When you go to work, you have a boss, and you have people that you are their boss. When your boss tells you what to do, you do it, or they will fire you. When you tell your people to get something done, and they don't, you fire them. It is the same with any relationship. There has to be a boss, or the dominate person. That person makes the decisions. Just like at work you can point out things that they need to know, but in the end it is still their decision. It doesn't matter if it is you, or your husband, but there must be a dominate person, and a submissive; the boss and the employee." She looked like I just stuck a sharp stick in her eye. She said that marriages shouldn't work like that, it is abnormal. I shrugged and told her that she was doomed. She managed to get some control over herself, and said that only being equal partners could true love grow and blossom. I laughed at her and said, "Yea right, and you make lemonade out of yellow snow." I saw her reaction, but I didn't give her a chance to comment. "Just like any situation of leadership by committee, it cost three times as much, takes twice as long, and when it falls on its ass you have everybody to blame, and nobody to be accountable. A marriage like that has the same problems, there is never anybody to blame, and nobody is ever responsible for anything; a useless venture to start, and a hopeless outcome in the end. As far as love, you love your children, and your children love you, but you don't ask a six year olds permission to whip their ass, when they stay out all night. It will always come down to who is the boss. If you can't accept that, then you need to give it up here and start over." She wasn't looking as mad as she was before, and I could tell that some of it was starting to sink in, even if she didn't want it to. Her experiences in her job had taught her about things that I could see that she was starting to link the knowledge to her marriage. She took a deep breath and said, "So a submissive person gives up everything, and the dominate person lives like a king?" I shook my head and said, "No, it can't work like that either." She now was paying attention. I guess that she had equated everything that I had said to that one statement, and now I offered her something more. "I said that there were three things, and you are only looking at one. You must have all three, and a couple more wouldn't hurt either, but you must have three. You still need to add Love and communication to the mix. Both the dominate person and submissive must love each other, and be willing to talk, and listen to each other. Not argue and fight, that is not communication. That is trying to force your opinion on somebody that doesn't want to listen. A submissive person has to realize that nothing is their decision to make, but that they should point out things that are important. The dominate person must learn to listen and then make the responsible decision, because they are responsible for both of them. The three sides of the triangle of success; Love, Communication and Obedience, they all have to exist, or it will fall down. Truth and honesty are part of love and communication, and if they don't exist they will slowly erode the walls of success." She looked at me in a different light, as she thought about everything that I had said. I let her think for a while before I added, "It has always worked for me." She suddenly looked at the door and back at me, and said, "You mean that that those women, are all..." I nodded my head as she slowly began to understand. "That is why they wear those collars?" I smiled and laughed a little at that. "Those collars are more symbolic. At first it reminds them of their position and commitment. Now they don't really mean anything, not one of them even thinks about it anymore. But if I tried to take them off of them; they might hurt me. They love their collars, and to them it means that they are loved, just like your wedding ring means that to you. What do you think that a wedding ring was originally meant to signify? Like the ring in a bull's nose; it was meant to show ownership and possession. No, if I took their collars, it would mean that I didn't love them any more, and I could never do that to any of them. " She now stared at me in wonder. Not that I had done anything special, but it was more that she had never seen the obvious, because she had always looked at it differently. I had been there, and I understood. I smiled at her as I said that it was getting late, and that she probably needed to head home, as I was sure that her husband would worry about her. She gave me a hard look, and then she told me that she would think about what I had told her. I showed her to the door, and as I walked her to her car I gave her one last tidbit of information. "Remember that what you do in your personal life has nothing to do in your professional life. Just because you are the boss at work, does not make you the boss at home. And your professional life should never suffer from your role at home. Everybody has a boss somewhere, so don't change how you do your job." She nodded as she listened, then she really surprised me as she stretched up to kiss me before she left. I wished her the best of luck as she drove away. It took a few days before everybody was fully at ease again. Akiko and I found a few minutes to slip into the video room to watch the tape of Stella and Chris. She also wanted to watch the later part when I tried to help her personal life. She watched and listened to all of my words in wonder. When I told Stella about the collars she suddenly became very conscience of her collar, and when I said that it was like a wedding ring, she had tears in her eyes. She refused to let me erase the tape and put it aside on a shelf, just for her. I shrugged as I slipped a new tape in the machine. Never know when you might need a new tape. I was surprised to get a Christmas card from Stella. It included a picture of the family. Stella had lost the extra weight that she had put on, and I noticed that she was now wearing a cute studded leather collar. I had to make a mental note to send her a nice collar, as a belated Christmas present. My life smoothed out nicely until Chris finished high school. It was a big event around the house. She had the highest grade point average in the school. I pointed out to them that it was probably because she wasn't playing the dating game, and she didn't have a hormone problem. Everybody laughed, but we were all very proud of her. She looked great as she stood up at the commencement exercises and gave a speech. Her royal blue cap and gown really set off the silver of her collar. You could see it all the way in the back of the room. There were a few comments about it, but I noticed a lot of the girls wearing collars. Some of them were plain leather, and some of them with shiny studs. I made a note to ask Chris about it later. Her speech was all about love and commitment. She said that if any of them had the commitment to apply themselves to a single thing, then they would excel at that, until they were the best that they could be. She expounded on the love of family, friends and pride of community. She ended with a rousing focus of determination toward future goals, and the commitment of constantly striving toward those goals. Her speech was a huge success with the students, and their parents alike. I have to admit that I was as bad as any father and ran the video camera the whole time. I just couldn't help myself. Akiko and Miatsu weren't as bad, but they were pretty close. They had cameras flashing pictures almost constantly. It was like the old joke about the Japanese tourist taking a picture of the train that hit him, but we didn't care. Hell I didn't even care that we were on display. I could hear the talk as more people watched us, than they did their own children, but I still didn't care. It was the next morning at the breakfast table that my life got complicated again. We had just finished a great breakfast, and I was settling down to another cup of coffee when Chris made her announcement. "Daddy, I have something that I want to tell you." I could tell from her tone of voice that this was not something that I was likely to appreciate. She reserved that tone for bad news, and requests for shopping trips, and lastly a new car as a graduation present. I prepared myself for the next hit on my bank account. Yes, I was still a slut. "My period was last week, and I quit taking my birth control pills this morning. Daddy it is time that you gave me a baby." I could only sit and shake my head no. I looked around and saw that Akiko and Miatsu were both stifling their giggles. Anger flashed as I realized that they had both known all about this and they didn't even give me a clue. Akiko decided to make some more coffee just then, and Miatsu started to clear the table. Then they both had their backs to me I distinctly heard them giggling. I frowned at Chris and said that I was too old for something like that. Of course she reminded me of my dear friends, Jim and Mary, now on their third baby, that I was still responsible for. And pointed out that she had waited until she was finished with school, and that nobody had to know that she was pregnant, and that she could even go and stay with Uncle Fred and Aunt Trixie when the baby was due. The more that she talked, the more I felt trapped. Then she said, "Daddy I love you, but I have set my goal. And I have the committed myself, and I am a focused woman determined to strive toward my goal." I groaned as I remembered her speech, and now I knew that she was sending me a personal message, not the just some words of encouragement to a bunch of students that wouldn't remember them the next day. I groaned as I shook my head. Chris kissed me on the cheek as she slipped into my lap. She then told me just how far that this had been rigged against me. "Akiko and Miatsu have even said that I can sleep with you every night until I get pregnant. Isn't that wonderful, Daddy? And Uncle Fred and Aunt Trixie said that they would be more than happy to have me stay with them when the baby was born. And Grampy Jacob and Grammy Allison said that they wanted to add a whole new wing on the house, for the nursery and playrooms. And Betsy said that she would take time off of her studies and be with me in the delivery room. You see daddy, everybody loves us, and wants us to be happy!" Yes, I could see that everybody loved me. As I looked at the ceiling I wondered if I had done something lately to piss God off, or if this was just a little retribution for the last few years of peace and quiet. I guess that the trouble had just been building up and now that the dam had broken I was in for the flood. I looked down to see that a fresh cup of coffee had appeared in front of me. When I looked up at into Akiko's eyes, what I saw scared me so much that I considered running, and not looking back. A quick glance at Miatsu confirmed it, and I only prayed that they hadn't all thrown away their birth control pills at the same time. I groaned as I knew that my quiet simple life was over, utterly and completely. Here I was at almost forty years old, starting all over with children again. I closed my eyes and silently prayed, "God, What did I do to deserve this?" But it wasn't God that answered me, it was Chris as she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Relax daddy, it won't be so bad. You have shown three women what love is; three women that had never known love. You gave us kindness, understand, and love when all that we ever knew was abuse and frustration. Akiko and Miatsu already wanted to have your babies, but they knew how I felt and said that they would wait, and let me go first. I really love them daddy. They are so special. But I will tell you that they are as determined as I am, and they will have your children. And one last thing daddy, it is only right that you give us a baby, because we are married to you. We wear your wedding ring around our necks, for the world to see how much that you love us." My surprise at those words, so long ago, coming back to haunt me made me look into her eyes. She nodded as she said,"Yes, Akiko showed us the tape, a long time ago. Once we watched that tape we understood how much you loved us, and why it is so important that things work the way that they do. It made everything clear to us, and it made us love you even more than we already did. Daddy, you can't imagine how much that we love you, and how much that we really want to carry your baby inside of our bodies. But, if you tell me to take my birth control pills, I swear to you that I will not miss a single day. Because as we all know, there is only one master in this house and he makes the decisions for all of us, and we love him." She laid her head on my shoulder as I sat in silence. I whispered into her ear, "Yes I am the only one in this house that will make a decision, and I don't like the way that you have done this. You should have talked to me first, not last, but even at that, I still have the responsibility of listening, and then deciding. I have listened, and what I have decided is that you are right. I do love you, and I want to see all of you happy, but No more than one pregnant woman in the house at a time, please?" I felt her arms trying to squeeze the life out of me as a tear ran down my neck. Once again I closed my eyes and silently prayed to God. "Thank you, God, for the love that you have given me." The End Not by a long shot, but this is where I will leave you. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-09-04 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------