Master Thomas made several trips out in the afternoon, and he arrived home for a late dinner. After the fourth trip, he handed Master Jeremy the camera, and said, “Got it.”
Thomas waited in the reception area until he was ushered into Joseph Montague’s office. “Mr. Kinsey, good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?”
“Please, call me Thomas. I have something you might find of interest.” He tossed some pictures of Maggie, in some rather restrictive, sexual positions, on the glass topped desk.
Joseph glanced at the photos, and then picked them up and studied them. A surprised expression soon turned into a smile… resembling Thomas and Jeremy’s sadistic look when they were aroused. “My, my. And how ever did you get my fiancée photographed in such compromising situations?”
Thomas shrugged. “She accepted my job offer.”
“I take it she was not completely aware of the occupational requirements,” he chuckled.
“You understand correctly, Joseph.”
“So… is this some kind of blackmail attempt?” Joseph sat down, still sliding the pictures on the glass to look at them.
“Oh, no. I thought, perhaps, you would like to visit her and let her know what a lousy job she is doing for me.”
Joseph laughed. “Why does that not surprise me?” He stood, walked to a bar, and poured two brandies. After handing one to Thomas, he said, “And what makes you so sure I won’t turn you in for this?”
Thomas tossed two more photos at him, with Joseph in rather illicit positions with Barbra, and the man smiled. “Protection… always a good idea, though I’m afraid not completely useful in this situation. However, I am intrigued. I would like to bring two guests with me… people who would also find Maggie’s new arrangement enjoyable.” He kept smiling at Thomas. “They share our… proclivities… towards arousing demonstrations, and I have a gift to bring you for taking that lying bitch off my hands. I had to keep screwing her lazy ass to keep her from clawing her way up my back to a corner office.”
Thomas eyed him warily, completely thrown off by the turn of events.
“I assure you, Thomas, I could be digging into your wallet or calling the authorities right now, if that were my intent. It is dicey, trying to find others who share our interests… and you took a big chance with this ruse.”
“I apologize for underestimating you, Joseph. I am not bested very often.”
“This house… it is a house, right? Not just some warehouse?”
“It is my home in Martinsville. My twin brother and I own it.” Thomas figured the man would have no problem finding him at this point.
“Is it large? I mean, I can see the portion of your dungeon looks well stocked, but what about the rest of the space?”
“The home is a large, three level affair, with five guest bedrooms upstairs, all with private baths. I knocked out the walls where the servants’ rooms used to be to make the dungeon.” Thomas wondered why the man was so interested.
“Well, when would it be convenient for me and my guests to visit?”
“Is Friday evening too soon?”
“Friday around ten would be excellent.”
Thomas wrote out the directions to the mansion, along with his phone number. He shook hands with Joseph, and was still digesting the conversation on the drive home from Alden.
“Should I dress Anna?” Sarah asked.
“No, he already knows enough to bury us, if that is his intention, and I don’t think it is.”
“I agree with you, Thomas. I’m looking forward to a most enjoyable evening with likeminded people.” Jeremy was positively giddy with anticipation.
“What about your health?” Sarah asked.
“I feel fine, Sarah. Not even a hint of sniffles or anything else. I think all of this excitement is good for me,” Jeremy answered, and Sarah had already been thinking how much clearer his eyes were.
Sarah answered the door to two men and a woman. “Won’t you come in? I’m Sarah.”
“Thank you. I’m Joseph, and this is Barbra and Sam Waterford.”
“It’s good to meet you all. Please, follow me to the living room, and Thomas and Jeremy will be with you in a moment. Anna, would you bring our guests drinks?”
“Yes, Mistress Sarah.” Anna was petrified. She had polished her cuffs and collar until they shone, and made sure her braid was perfect. Once, she was a waitress, but now it all seemed foreign to her.
The visitors stared at the pretty brunette, naked as a jaybird, and the men’s eyes focused on her bared pussy. “What can I get you?”
“Um… I think brandy all around will work.”
“Yes, sir.” The girl’s braid swiped across the top of a pert little bottom as she walked away.
“Mistress… oh, please,” Barbra whispered. “And to keep a naked little tramp running around the house… a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
Thomas and Jeremy walked into the room just as Anna finished serving the drinks. “Masters, would you like some brandy?”
“That would be fine, Anna,” Thomas answered.
He and Jeremy were dressed in jeans with matching black sweaters. Thomas looked dangerously handsome, and Barbra practically batted her eyes at him. Jeremy looked pale, but Sarah had managed to tame his hair somewhat and the clothes hid his thinness a bit. Thomas looked at the man sitting on the opposite end of the sofa from Joseph and Barbra. “Forgive me, but have we met?”
“Only briefly, Thomas. I’m Sam Waterford. I purchased your jet.”
“What a small world,” Thomas smiled, remembering the hangar where he had abducted Maggie.
Barbra stuck her foot in her mouth… something she really could manage to do with her limber body, but this time, with words. “So, do you guys play this little fetish all the time? I mean, Joey likes to tie me up sometimes, but only for fun.”
Jeremy answered. “Oh yes, Barbra. It is all that we do. We’re fine tuning methods.”
“Methods for what?” she laughed. “How hard is it to get a girl to strip for a few bucks, and get her to call you Master for the night?”
“Anna has been calling us Master for over a year,” Jeremy parried.
“You have to be kidding me.” The woman looked at her friends for support against the outrageous suggestion.
Anna was returning with their drinks, and Jeremy said, “Anna, what are you?”
Anna straightened and smiled at him. “I am your slave, Master Jeremy. You, Master Thomas and Mistress Sarah.” She looked proudly at the visitors. “Mistress Sarah gave me a name.” Anna was not sure they understood how important she was… not like the sluts.
“Well, good for you,” Barbra said icily.
“Anna, go help Mistress Sarah.”
“Yes, Master Thomas.”
Thomas turned to the woman and gritted out, “Barbra, you are a guest. Please be considerate of our ways.”
Barbra realized Joey and Sam were not going to back her. They seemed to be going along with this foolishness. When she agreed to accompany them for cocktails with some clients, they never mentioned the guys were eccentric. She would not have come at all if Sam had not ordered her to. Between screwing the two of them, and her other obligations, things were getting complicated.
Thomas showed them around the house, with Barbra laughing hysterically at each piece of dungeon equipment. It was beginning to piss Thomas off. Joseph could see it in his eyes, and took him aside. “Please bear with her, for just a while longer. I want her to see Maggie.”
Great, he wanted to get his current fuck-toy to behave by threatening her with Maggie’s situation. Thomas seethed, but agreed.
“Thomas, it’s ten till,” Sarah called down the stairs.
“Thank you, Sarah. If you would follow me…” Thomas led them back to the living room, and what had looked like closed window drapes opposite the seating area had been opened.
Sam had not considered that it was an interior wall. He stared at two women… one bald, and one his previous emplo
yee, in a strange set up. Maggie’s eyes fixed on him, and she muffled around the end of the dildo lodged in her mouth. Before she could do more, the clock struck and the woman across from her began thrusting her hips.
Barbra’s laugh fixed in her throat as she watched the terrifying display. It was Maggie, all right. Maggie, who had bragged about a lucrative job offer and now stood on the other side of a human fucking machine. The bald woman… god, her face… was thrusting her crotch at Maggie, forcing the woman’s dual impalement while she gasped out an orgasm. There was no doubt it was the real thing, as the bald head flushed and the knees trembled.
“Every hour and half hour, but unfortunately our training was a little off. We were experimenting, and this is what we ended up with,” Jeremy laughed.
Sam put his arm on Jeremy’s shoulder. “Let’s all head back down to the dungeon,” he called over his shoulder, and then in a lower voice, he said to Jeremy, “Things like that used to happen to me all the time… though, I never thought of a timepiece.”
“Great, back down to the perverted playroom,” Barbra grumbled. “This is just stupid and boring, Joey. Can’t we make an excuse to get out of here?”
Joseph was still trying to accept Maggie’s performance. Brilliant. “Why don’t you suggest it to Sam, Barbra? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind insulting a couple of wealthy clients because you’re bored.”
Barbra pouted, but sealed her lips. Joey she could manage, but Sam was a different story.
“I have a proposal for you, but first… Thomas, would you please get Barbra secured to the cross?”
“Of course, Sam.” Thomas walked over to the woman who had been smiling at the joke, until his hand wrapped around her wrist and he began to drag her.
“What the fuck? Get your hands off of me. Go play with that little tramp upstairs.”
“Barbra, shut up,” Joseph said. He turned to Jeremy. “I always had to gag the bitch. Do you have anything handy?”
Jeremy fetched a foam ball gag, and walked over to where Thomas had just managed to get the shrieking woman’s other wrist secured. He shoved the gag into her mouth and buckled it, while Thomas attached her ankles.
Sam had already located the whips hanging on the wall, and he tested a few, settling on one with a thin end. Standing in front of the furious woman, he held the whip in one hand and his brandy in the other. “Barbra has been a busy employee. She’s been fucking Joseph for information she sells to a competitor… information he and I decide we want them to know… and fucking me for a promotion.” He chuckled and looked at the shocked woman. She had no idea Sam knew what she was doing. “Yes, she just likes to fuck, fuck, fuck. Anyway, I believe Joseph said he was bringing you a gift. By tomorrow afternoon, the office will hear about her promotion to our Japanese headquarters and how she had to leave right away.”
“I’d take her myself, but it would be a pain re-training her after using her to filter carefully designed plans to my competitor. He’s been spending a fortune trying to keep up with us, with the garbage she’s been feeding him.”
Barbra shook her head in disbelief. What the hell was he saying? They’d been playing me? I’m going to Japan? No… wait, he was only telling people that. It finally dawned on her that they were going to leave her in this nut house, and she screamed before the first lash sliced through the top of her dress.
Thomas watched in fascination as her clothes ripped open in tactical precision, until even the straps and front hook on her bra were sliced free. “This is the tricky part,” Sam said, and held out his snifter for Thomas to hold. He worked his way down her stockings, leaving gashes where her flesh popped out with only slight red welts.
“Bravo, Sam.”
“It takes years of practice, Thomas. I can see you have the dedication to excel at it.” He turned back to the sobbing woman. “A kiss goodbye, my dear. One from Joseph,” the whip kissed her nipple and she shrieked as it burned and tore the flesh, “and one from me.” The other peak was nipped and she rose to her toes, screaming. “Do you want help caging her?”
“No, that’s where we keep Maggie for the night. Just leave her there, and I’ll figure something out in the morning,” Thomas replied.
“Thanks for the gift,” Jeremy piped in.
The men sat on the sofa in the dungeon, glancing at the frustrated, terrified woman. Barbra needed to talk to them, dammit. She needed to tell them what a mistake this all was. She needed to get this damn sponge out of her mouth. Even with all that had happened, she still did not believe they meant to leave her behind.
“You mentioned that you have had a few misguided attempts,” Jeremy said.
“When Joseph showed me the pictures of our Maggie… what an ambitious young woman. She had disillusioned and lied to herself, and believed her work was comparable to a man. She was getting ready to sue us over passing her over for promotions, so it was rather fortuitous that you came along, Thomas. Anyway, we have come across other men in prominent positions that share our knowledge of dominance, and we have little get-togethers, trade property… I’m sure that bald one would bring a price, Jeremy… and discuss technique. We can use an estate in Martinsville to meet at, because several longstanding, prominent members of our club live here. It could work out well, with Jeremy’s condition, and he would not miss out on anything this way.”
Thomas looked at Jeremy in their silent way, and nodded. Jeremy asked, “Which prominent citizens in Martinsville? We always found it to be a conservative little town.”
“Dennis Thompson, your Chief of Police… who already suspects you’re doing something like this, by the way. He has made an effort to keep his men away from here. Don and Bill Parson… I believe they head up the law firm that handled your legal matters, and John McFarland… I believe I don’t need to tell you who he is.”
“John McFarland… that old man?” Thomas asked incredulously, and he thought about the aging news editor.
“He and Mitzie both dabbled until she passed away, but John is still active. When Shawny was attacked, he brought her to me. I could have fixed her, of course, but he wanted to just get her functioning. He could tell the uppity little witch was going to continue to drain him. You know that she isn’t really his daughter. She was a distant niece, or something, and dropped on his doorstep when she was a drugged out teenager. The girl was destined to be a problem. Now, she just wanders around the house, fucking and sucking her surrogate daddy when he needs it.”
“Don’t look so shocked, Thomas. I recognized your work as soon as I saw Maggie. You’re still a little too intense.” Sam sat back on the couch. “Now for the million dollar question. Who’s teaching you? Internet? Movies?”
“Books,” Jeremy replied.
“May I see them?”
Jeremy left to retrieve the books, and Sam said, “Dennis told me about Lisa… and years ago, the Belmont girl. All you, wasn’t it, Thomas? You’ll notice the Chief never pushed things. He was trying to figure out how to bring you two in, but he really thought Jeremy was an invalid and had no idea how to go about it, so we left it alone.”
Jeremy returned and handed Sam the books, and he began to chuckle. “‘Crucial Needs’ and ‘Dominant Submission’. I thought I recognized the work in your applications.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed while he stroked the worn covers. “God, I was so young when I wrote these. It’s a shame the third book never made it to print.” He looked up at the shocked faces and laughed again, saying, “Of course, you wouldn’t have ended up with that fine clock.”
Jeremy looked at the author and, sure enough, it said ‘S. Waterford’. “We’ve checked out other things, but these books always seemed to resonate with us.”
“Most of our members use them as a primer. Geeze, when that stuff began to happen in Martinsville, all the members were accusing each other,” he laughed. “They finally figured out someone else had the books after Lisa, and even though they suspected it was you, they weren’t sure.”
“What now?”
Thomas asked.
“Now, you train Barbra into a good little slave… and combine things, gentlemen. No total mind fuck and no total degradation. Joseph will call you when we get ready for the next meeting. It is all right to hold it here?”
“We’d be honored,” Jeremy answered.
“Don’t be surprised if you have visitors. Johnny and Dennis will be chomping at the bit to talk to you, and I’m sure your lawyers will have some legal matter to discuss.”
The twins walked the men to the door, and discussed the strange turn of events long after Sarah and Anna fell asleep. How things were going to change from their isolated existence! And how much more, they were going to learn.
PART III
The time had come to share their knowledge… to teach them how to produce the perfect slaves. Detaching feelings, to keep them concentrating on the most mundane of tasks… like cleaning… like dusting… like a clock. Dominant Submission.
CHAPTER XIII
So many interesting sluts, pets and slaves… and so many uses. They were amused, intrigued, and ultimately, awed by his display. Dominant Submission.
The morning after the unusual visit, with Barbra still chained in the cellar and ignored for the moment, the clock had just gasped and wailed ten when Thomas’ phone rang. Jeremy looked up from staring at the top of Anna’s head while he wound his fingers through her hair and held off his climax so she could enjoy herself a while longer. She had been a very good slave in front of their visitors.
“Hello?” Thomas listened for a moment, and then smiled. “Of course, John. Eleven would be fine.” A few seconds later, he said, “I’d love to see her again and introduce her to my brother and Sarah. See you then.”
“That was quick,” Jeremy noted. He grasped the sides of Anna’s head and thrust up in relief. “Anna, tell Mistress Sarah we will have guests arriving in an hour.”
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