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TRAINING THE TWINS (C) February 2002 BOOK ONE OF TWO - Part 3 of 8 (Mgg,MFfm,Rom,coerced,nc,1st.time,teen,spk,menst,bdsm,etc) Sexual Fantasy Fiction By Writer'sCramp The Characters: Sally Gordon, aged 35, divorced 7 years, blue-eyed blonde, attractive, shy, little self-confidence. Samantha Gordon, her daughter aged 13/14, blonde and pubescent, shy. Wesley Gordon, her son aged 13/14, dark haired, twin of Samantha, shy but intrigued with female anatomy. Vincent Gamble, Sally's boss Jeremy Saunders (Jerry), Sally's new found friend and future husband, dominant and demanding once he becomes irreplaceable. The Covenant Members: Fellows Family: Benjamin, aged 45, a doctor specializing in cosmetic surgery, Faith, his wife, aged 42, Bethany, aged 16, shy and extremely self-conscious, long blonde hair, Aimee, aged thirteen, demure and easily embarrassed, light brunette. Borack Family: Izador, aged 47, a so-called minister of religion, Franzescha, his wife, aged 31, fresh and willing, dark hair, Marie-Louise, aged 14, brainwashed from an early age to obey implicitly, black hair, Christopher, aged thirteen, wimpish, Lee-Anne, aged twelve, cheeky and attempts anything but careful not to upset her parents. ********************************************* All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and uncompressed Text format from: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 Comments are sought and welcomed at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please take the time to let me know what you think of my stories. I DO need your feedback. ********************************************* Chapter Eight Lunch was brought in and afterwards they sat beside the computer and matched every one of the photos with the digital images. The files were already named with each woman's name so it wasn't difficult, just time consuming. Then Sally came to a set she had not seen before. Someone she didn't recognize. They were of a woman possibly in her mid-thirties with a girl no more than ten or eleven, breastless and hairless. In the first few the girl was obviously reluctant as the woman was trying to remove her clothes with little success but then they were both naked and the girl seemed more relaxed. They were acting in all respects like lesbian lovers, perhaps, most likely in fact, Sally thought, a mother and daughter. "I don't know this woman," Sally said while she concentrated on the photos as they were compared with the images on the screen. "Just a minute," he said and clicked back to the file names. "It says, Meredith Kelly." "Oh, Jeremy," she said with a shocked voice. "She left the company not long after Gamble arrived. I never really knew her but I remember we were all shocked when we heard she had committed suicide. Oh, he made her do it, didn't he?" "No-one ever knows what makes people do that but I guess it would be the most probable cause by far. It's too much of a coincidence otherwise." "The girl, she must be her daughter. Gamble made a mother have sex with her own daughter." "Just remember, Sally, they both liked what they were doing. See." Indeed they weren't unhappy except for the first few. "Do you think he would have made me...?" "I think it would have passed his mind. What do you think of having to do that? To Samantha?" "How could you even ask such...? Anyway, no way would she ever let me do it, no matter what the price." "You did it and that was for money. Don't you think Samantha might reconsider when she found herself out on the streets, penniless, having lost everything she had grown to love, clothes, prestige, school friends. And then she is given the chance to recoup all she had lost, what would she do then? How would you feel having to make love to your daughter, her softness, her kisses, her tongue? Think about it, Sally." "Oh, I can't," she whispered but he knew she was thinking how easy it would have been to have her own daughter in such a position. Yes, Samantha may very well have agreed if for nothing else but to save face with her friends. "She would have agreed, I'd say," he answered for her. "Yes," she agreed almost soundlessly. "Think about that, Sally," he suggested as he continued running through the files. Sally found herself becoming less and less upset looking at naked women and children in sexual situations, it soon became just a job rather than a moral issue. Even when they came to one of the younger office girls touching the family dog in ways girls never should, it worried her not at all. Eventually it was over and they carefully packed the photos in separate envelopes with each woman's name on it. "Now for the video tapes," Jerry said and pulled a TV unit nearer his desk. "Do you want a rest from it for a while, baby?" "No, I'd just like to get it over with." The first one was of Gambles secretary and soon became obvious that it was taken in his office. The girl came and stood with her back to the camera while Gamble chastised her for some wrongdoing then at his instruction she began to strip her clothes off and hand each item to him. When she was completely naked which included even taking the gold studs out of her ear lobes, she laid herself across his desk. He actually smiled into the camera as he removed his belt and began to thrash her mercilessly. Every stroke cracked loudly through the speakers and her squeals of pain echoed around Jeremy's office. "Do you think you should turn the sound down a little, Jeremy? It's very loud." "My staff are used to similar sounds coming from this office, it's O.K." "You do this too?" She asked with surprise. "What? Beat my staff in here? No, you donkey, I view movies of my clients being beaten or whatever. It's evidence." "Oh," she acknowledged felling silly. Her bottom cheeks were bright red with several welts showing early stages of purple bruises along the sides of the strokes. Her screams were pitiful yet she made no move to flee. When he finally finished, he slumped into his chair and she came around the desk and sucked his cock into her mouth. After his ejaculation, which she must have swallowed, she sat up on her haunches and said simple, "Thank you, Vincent." Then she dressed and left. Finally Gamble walked to the camera and switched it off. "Phew," Jerry sighed then turned the film on fast forward until the tape ran out. "Don't want to miss any bit tacked on the end. You never know with creeps like this." "Jeremy, did that make you...? You know...?" "Aroused, you mean?" "Yes," "Yes." "Oh." "Why?" "I... I wondered about your dark secret. I thought it might have been something about impotency," she said blushing but smiling with bravado at her intrusion into his privacy. "Impotence? Oh, my God. Want me to demonstrate?" "No," she squealed and stood up quickly. "I've got to go again." She rushed into his bathroom so she didn't have to face him for a few moments. They viewed each of the seven videos, knowing each was aroused from time to time, Jerry breathing hard and fast more often than Sally but each became aware of the other's emotions as each scene passed. Most women had recorded masturbation sessions while laying on beds or a settee while facing front on to the camera and Jerry commented several times on techniques. "I must ask you what your preferred method is, sometime," he said with just the hint of a smile. "Jeremy," she gasped, obviously embarrassed at such forthrightness. "Well I know you women all do it from time to time. I've just never gone into how or when. We'll talk about it sometime, Sally." "Voyeur," she called him, playfully. "Well I know you enjoyed watching just a much as I did. Admit it." "All right, yes, sometimes I did but not as often as you. You looked like a little boy looking at playboy for the first time." Then she added wryly, "If you're so non-impotent, it's a wonder you didn't do it in your pants, especially when Joan Ramsay had her... You know." "Just label each one and put it with their envelopes of photos," he directed her. "Just the letters to go, I guess. I think it would be good if you read them out, there's only three and it might be more realistic hearing it spoken by a woman." "So you can get off again, I suppose." "Madam, I have yet to get off so mind your own business." "Oh, there we go again, talking in innuendoes when I wanted us to calm the relationship down. I have myself to blame." "No, you have one Vincent Alphonse Gamble to blame," he corrected her. "He has a lot to answer for." "He has already answered; it will affect him for the rest of his life," Jerry reassured her as he handed her several pages of typed letters. "Do you really want me to read them out, Jeremy? Can't we just read each one to ourselves?" "Read, woman. I want to watch you blush." "Oh, I know I do so easily. Have you read them already?" "Hmmm, a little," he murmured. "Well, I claim the right to stop if they become too embarrassing." She took the first one of three pages and sat back in her chair. "This one's from Rosemary and it's dated nearly a year ago. Oh, she mustn't know I've seen this," she gasped then began to read: Dear, Mr. Gamble, You want me to write the story of how I lost my virginity and it's very difficult to divulge something so intimate; far worse than having to take the photos of my sister and me together and give them to you. But as you've promised to stop making me do things after this, I have decided to tell you exactly how it happened. Please keep your promise. I have had only two boyfriends in my life whom I've let have sex with me and each one thought they had been the first. I am not ashamed of letting them think as much because it would have hurt them more if they knew the real truth. I guess I'm fortunate to be able to use my pelvic muscles so well that I was so tight when they first entered me and I allowed their first entrance each time during my periods so they were convinced they had each taken my virginity. The fact is I was raped by one of my schoolteachers while in grade school when I was just eleven years old. My parents sent me to the maths teacher for tutoring every Tuesday and Thursday nights because I was doing poorly in that subject. He was very strict and often used a strap on my hands when I didn't understand as quickly as he wanted. He would send notes home to my parents about my laziness and they too would discipline me but usually not with corporal punishment. He knew very well I was learning well with his help and it seemed to me he was being malicious when he said such untruths about me. A few months into the tutoring, I'd overlooked one of the questions he had set for homework and he berated me for a long time as I stood in front of him. I felt terrible. But when he said he would spank me as punishment, I couldn't believe him. His hour long tutoring sessions were held in his study at home and his wife or children, well they were teenagers, were under instructions never to interrupt because he was being paid for the hours work and an hour I would get every time. I was so young I couldn't object when he ordered me over his knees and when I was in place with my hands and feet balancing on the floor, he lifted my skirt and then gave me ten hard spanks on my bottom. After the first two or three it began to hurt and I was soon crying out for him to stop and by the time he finished I was sobbing uncontrollably from the burning hurt he had produced. Then he lectured me for nearly ten minutes, shaking his finger at me and threatening that next time it would be on the bare bottom. I knew he wouldn't do that because it just wasn't done. However when the next session was due I decided to wear slacks instead of a dress so he couldn't lift my skirt up. That made him very angry indeed and as soon as we were in his study he began to rant and rave about me being disobedient. I was in tears from his tirade especially when he said he intended to punish me again before I went home because I had tried to go against his wishes. He never told me I couldn't wear slacks and I was sure he just used it as an excuse. So the whole of that session I was on tenterhooks, wondering what he would do. He spoke to me very harshly through the whole half hour or so then pushed his chair back and told me to stand up. I was so frightened I was already crying and told him I needed to go to the bathroom but he wouldn't let me. I was desperate to pee but he just laughed and told me if I peed on him while he was punishing me he would use a cane on my bottom. I felt very frightened but when he directed me to remove my clothes I became panic stricken. I objected then pleaded then sank to the floor on my knees but every time I said anything he kept increasing the number of strokes my beating would last. Six, then eight then ten; I didn't know what to do but then he walked to a cupboard and took a cane from it, a long whippy one with a curl on the handle just like old fashion English masters used. Then I knew I was in trouble and forced myself to be more rational. Well?" he asked once I'd quietened down. He ust sat and watched me with a smirk on his face. I had no choice and began to unbutton my blouse and slip my slacks down. I still had on a singlet, my breasts were no more than pimples where my nipples were and so hadn't worn a bra yet, and white cotton panties. He just looked and pointed the cane towards me so I slipped the singlet over my head and as he continued to sit and stare, lowered my panties to the floor. Oh, it felt so humiliating standing there naked before him. His eyes looked everywhere, all over my nakedness. It was awful. Then he made me lay across his desk with my hands gripping the edge on the other side and my feet on the ground But that didn't suit him and he placed a cushion on the edge of the desk to make my bottom stand up higher. Then he made me stretch my legs apart as far as I could until I was standing on tiptoes. "Stay very still and don't you dare move, you naughty girl," he said very harshly, expecting the cane to hit me immediately. But it didn't. I heard some shuffling sounds and then felt his hand on my bottom. "Don't dare move," he said again when his fingers pressed between my legs. It was the first time anyone had touched my special place and it was absolutely humiliating. After some time touching me and stroking his fingers up and down my girl's slit he pressed himself against me and I realised his body was as naked as mine. "This is your punishment for being so disobedient, young lady and I knew the thing pressing between my legs was his penis. We had lots of Sex-ed classes and I knew he was trying to have sex with me. "No," I cried out in terror but it only made him madder and one of his hands covered my mouth and the other held me tightly around my chest. He forced his thing between my pussy lips and I knew he was going to rape me. I couldn't do anything for he was so strong. There was so much pressure inside my pussy and then he grunted and gave a mighty lunge that pushed my feet right off the floor and the cruelest pain erupted deep inside. I couldn't scream that he was hurting because his hand was crushing my mouth shut. Oh, the pain was extreme, the worst I'd ever felt but he never stopped pushing and shoving himself in further. I might have just been eleven but I knew that rape meant and that's what he did, taking my virginity without a moment's remorse. Finally his body shuddered violently and a gurgling sound rose loudly from his mouth then I felt his penis jerking sperm inside my pussy. He leaned heavily over me for some time until he gave a great sigh and pulled away. I felt something seeping out and run down my legs but when I looked down and saw all the blood, I screamed. "Shut up, you stupid little bitch," he said. I'll never forget those words or the way he said them; it was so callous. He just threw me a handkerchief and told me to clean myself up. He asked if I got periods yet and when I said no, he seemed happy and told me to use my panties as a pad to soak up the bleeding. He made me hurry to get dressed then literally pushed me out the door as his wife called him into dinner. I was warned not to say anything to anybody or he'd have me committed to a reform school. I was so inexperienced I thought he could do anything so I went home and told nobody. I can't describe it in any more detail, Mr. Gamble but I promise this is the truth. Please now, will you keep your promise and leave my sister and me alone. Signed, Rosemary Burgess Sally sat quite still after she finished reading and when Jerry had said nothing after several minutes, she looked across to him. He was laying back in the chair, his eyes closed and his hand covering his groin. "Jeremy?" She said softly. "I'm awake. Just trying to calm down. How do you feel?" "A little sickened, I guess. Sorry for her and sorry for me, oh I don't know. It's just like that teacher was another Gamble, don't you think?" "Probably no difference. No compassion at all. It's one thing to hold sway over someone but to be so callous, well I suppose that's what rape is all about." "Oh, look, Jeremy. This next letter is from her too. Oh, the poor girl, he didn't keep his promise." "Not when she's still giving him photos," he reminded her. "Listen. I'll read it to you. It's tragic." Dear Mr. Gamble, Please forgive me for presuming you would not require further matters from me. You know I am desperate to keep my position with the Company and after speaking with my sister, we will agree to your demand without further resistance. I apologise profusely for refusing to agree to your request and so does my sister. We understand the position we are in and know the only way to remain with you is to perform for you. We will do this whenever you wish. With my heartfelt thanks for being so patient with a useless girl, Yours sincerely Signed, Rosemary Burgess Sally felt tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. "I never knew he made her do something like that," she told Jerry. "What do you think he wanted them to do?" "I'd say exactly what they did on the video tape. Maybe they even gave him sex as well but whatever it was, he was never going to let them off the hook. That's what a blackmailer is like. He gives them no way to get out without running the gauntlet of exposure for what he is holding over them. I would say many women are in the same position right as we speak." "It's terrible, despicable," was all she could say. "Do you want to read the other letters, Darling," he asked compassionately. "I don't think so. Let's just give them back and forget them." "I think that's the right thing. There's no need for Rosemary to know. We will just destroy the letters, tape and photos of Meredith Kelly," he told her. Little did Sally know that he had already copied every letter and in fact the ones Sally had handled were the copies. Jerry had retained the originals. The same for the videos, but Sally would eventually learn that all was not as it seemed with this man she was quickly falling in love with. Chapter Nine Once everything had been packed away in his safe, ready for her to take into the office the next day and privately return them to each girl, Jerry asked if she would like to come home to his place for dinner. "To your place? Oh, Jerry, I'm not sure... We decided to take things slowly, remember?" "You don't have anything to worry about that way, my dear girl. I would have to tell you soon anyway so now's as good a time as any. Sally you have to know, I live with another man at my home." Her throat constricted and her head spun. "Ano... Another man? Lives with you? Oh, Jeremy, why didn't you tell me? You led me to believe... I thought you and I were..." Then she looked steadily at him and smiled. "You're having me on, right? He's your father isn't he? Or a brother?" "No, Sally, he's no relation but we have a special relationship, if you know what I mean. I'm sorry, have I upset you or something?" "You can't be... Not you, Jeremy, you just couldn't be like that." "When you meet James I know you'll understand more fully. I couldn't live without his company, now. We've been together for so long." "How could you? How could you lead me along for so long and..." "We've only known each other for three days," he said with a whimsical smile. "You... Oh, you... You bastard," she cried out with all the hurt that was racing through her mind. "You're no different to Gamble." "Sally, calm down, please. I just know once you meet him you'll like him just as much as I do. Please, at least come and meet him. Please? I don't want us to break up but I had to tell you about him." "And what will he think of me? Competition?" "Competition? No, of course not. He will regard you just as he does me, I promise." "No, I don't want to meet him." "Please, Sally, do this for me and if you wish, I'll have you driven home immediately. Please," he pleaded with a cross between a smile and sorrow. "You ask too much of me, Jeremy. Too much. But if you want I will come just to learn what you see in him, then I want to go home and forget you." "Oh, that's all I ask," he said appearing more assured. They said little on the short drive to his apartment, Sally deeply shocked at learning of his sexual preference after such closeness that had developed between them and she felt let down as never before. As expected the apartment was in the best area and as he drove into the underground car park, she saw the whole complex was protected by security guards. On the way up in the lift she felt herself wanting to vomit and gasped, "I... I don't think I can do this, please take me home." "We're there," he said with a comforting smile. "I'll get you some iced water, it will help. Come on, don't hate me so much, Sally." "I don't... I suppose I do. You've let me down, Jeremy, and I thought we were becoming so close." The emotion of it all moved her close to tears but she refused to give him the satisfaction. He opened the door and ushered her in. She went unwillingly and made sure he knew her reluctance. Then his partner came from another room straight towards them. He wasn't smiling as she expected Jeremy's lover would but rather held a stiff upper lip as it were. "Good evening, Sir, Madam," he added when he saw Sally. "Are you in for dinner tonight?" "Yes, James if you would be so kind," Jerry said, then looked across to Sally. "James this is Mrs, Gordon. Sally, meet James, my butler." After the introductions, James disappeared into another room. "Butler? James is your butler. Is this the man you told me about?" "Of course, who else did you expect?" "But... But you said... Oh, Oh, I hate you, Jeremy Saunders. You're despicable," she cried out but felt exhilarated as the weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders in that instant. Jerry laughed loudly with happiness. "Now what was it you were saying, my dear woman?" He was unable to stop himself from giggling every time he looked into her eyes. "You... You did this on purpose," she accused him. "You're a fiend, that's what you are?" "Is everything all right, Sir?" James asked as he stood behind Sally, having entered so silently she hadn't heard him. "Oh," she gasped, then as soon as she looked at Jeremy, she went into a fit of giggling she just couldn't control. "Oh, I'm... I'm so... I'm sorry," she blustered as she tried to regain her composure. "It's all right, James. I think the lady has had a little too much to drink, that's all," Jerry stated seriously. "Should I make up a room, Sir?" "That would be a good..." "No, Sally cut in. No, I'll sleep at home thank you." "Spoil sport," Jerry whispered under his breath. "Then dinner is served, Sir. Would you come this way please, Madam." After the first course was served and James left them alone, she looked over the table at him and said, "I hate you, Jeremy Saunders." "Ah, but I see something else in those big blue eyes, my darling. Now what could it be I am seeing?" "I think you're living on wishful thoughts if you ever thought I would sleep here tonight, that's what. After what you put me through tonight I'm not sure what I can trust about you and what I can't." She used a firm voice but her eyes did not carry the same firmness, they were smiling with happiness. He wasn't gay after all. How could I ever have thought he was? She asked herself several times. "I'm sorry, Sally. I've done it a few times and it works wonderfully. Why is it that if a man lives with another, he is gay?" "Because he usually is, I guess." "In a woman's eye, but not in men's." "Bullshit," she mouthed to him soundlessly with a self- centered smile, then aloud, "I think you're a sadist." "I may be many things but a sadist I am not," he declared. "Then what are you?" "I'm a man who seriously wants to win a certain young lady's affections, I guess." "Oh, yes? How? By giving her a heart attack?" "Oh, I nearly gave YOU a heart attack, yes, but the woman I wish to win says..." "Jeremy," she screamed loudly, utterly frustrated. "I'm sorry, Sally. I'll be good from now on. I promise I'll take you home un-molested as long as you promise to snuggle up in front of the fire and talk to me after dinner." "Un-molested?" "You sound like a doubtful college freshman." "That's about the level I am right at this moment. It's been so long since I dated." "I love your honesty, Sally," he told her. She had sipped a little wine, enough to make her mellow but definitely not happy. "Tell me about your marriage, Sally?" "I have," she said as she snuggled her face into his chest. They watched the flames leap up the chimney and luxuriated in the closeness they felt. "You have learned something about me today, it's that I am a voyeur. I like details." "You mean you want me to tell you about our sex life together? That's very personal, Jeremy," she said shyly. "Were you a virgin when you married him?" He felt her whole body stiffen the moment he asked. She remained silent. "Sally?" He pressed. She let out a big sigh and he felt her stiffness relax. "No," she said softly. "Did he take it? Your virginity?" Again, a long silence but finally, "No." "Did he know?" "Not until we went to bed." "You mean on your wedding night?" "Yes. When he realised I hadn't kept my maidenhead especially for him, he went bananas. He almost hit me on the marriage bed. I think you might call it rape. It certainly wasn't love." "So when you said it was a loveless marriage, that was when it started?" "Yes, I guess so. He never showed any love after he found out. I could have strung him a tale about horse riding or something but the way he acted, ranting and accusing me of everything from winning my degree by screwing around to pleasing the whole basketball team the night they won the championship, I didn't even bother. He never once asked me for an explanation, just accused. So I didn't give him the satisfaction of even lying to him." "Did you like sex?" "Well, I liked the way we made out before the wedding," she said then gasped at her audacity. "Oh, not all the way, or he would have known earlier, but we were pretty passionate every moment we could be together." "I want to know everything." "I... It's hard for me, Jeremy," she told him softly, not daring to look up unto his eyes. He was stroking her back softly and she felt her love flow out to him but to tell of her past sexual activities so early into their romance. "It's like everything, the sooner you start, the sooner it's finished." "I met him when he was playing basketball for the college we both attended. He was handsome, athletic and I thought the sun shone only when he was with me. I guess we did all the sorts of things kids did when they were eighteen or so, couldn't get enough of each other's company, he wanted to touch me up whenever we were alone, I tried to beat him off..." "Just like now," he interrupted. "If you want to hear all the juicy bits of my life you'd better let me tell it, Mr. Saunders. Don't start making wisecracks about my sex life." "Sorry." "There was no chance of ever finding privacy at my house, they were always watching me especially when he came around. But his parents were involved in a lot of things and were out to meetings once or twice a week so we made use of their house every time they left. He always wanted more than I was prepared to give. If I stroked him..., his cock if you want all the details, and it was only over his jeans, he'd try to get my hand inside them. If he was holding me he'd play little games that let his hand slide over my titties or in between two of the buttons on my blouse and if I never stopped him he would soon be trying to get his whole hand inside. Or, and this was one of his favourites, he would slip his hand under my skirt and start to tickle my leg, getting higher and higher all the time. The way he did it made me go all gooey and he would go higher until I was moaning. It made me feel so, well so aroused if you must know, that he usually got all the way up and was cupping my pussy before I realised it and had to slap his hand away, things like that. Is that what you like to hear? Oh, yes, I see it is," she giggled into his chest when she saw the tent in his trousers. "Yes, I try to picture it in my mind as you tell it. It's good, keep going." "What's to tell? He never got past stroking my panties. Sometimes when he was particularly caring and romantic I would let him undo my blouse and even push my bra up so he could kiss my..., my breasts. He loved that of course," she added shyly. "Lucky bastard." "Well he was a bastard, that's for sure." "Did he ever make you cum?" "No, he never got so far as touching his targeted area. He hated not being able to especially once we were engaged. After that he thought my body was his to do what he liked with but I soon put him straight. I refused to go out with him for over a week, the day after we were engaged. His parents were running around trying to patch whatever was the problem for neither of us would tell them what was wrong, but once he agreed to behave himself we started going out again. "Is that all? Nothing filthy happened between you?" "Not until we were married. Then I got raped quite a lot," she said simply. "How can you get raped in marriage?" She looked at him strangely for several moments then said, "I thought you would know, Jeremy. I mean a woman isn't strong enough to stop a man when he's all aroused and wants to do..." "What?" "When he wants to sodomise me against my will, or have me fellate him. That was the worst because he'd make me do it and just as he was about to cum, he'd pull out and spray me with his semen. I don't know how many lots of clothes I had to wash because of that. And if he didn't do that, he always made me swallow his juice. It made me sick because I had no love for him at all. But he took great delight in belittling me like that." "Most men want to see their wives swallow, Sally." "And most wives love their husbands. I'm sure I could have if I did." "Touche," he agreed. "Do you?" "Do I what?" "Want to use your wife's mouth to deposit your stuff?" "Definitely." "And your girlfriends?" "Those too." He smiled down at her face but she couldn't see. "Is that why you pleaded with Gamble not to make you suck him?" "I would have vomited having to do that with someone I loathed." "But if you loved the man...?" "Then I would do absolutely anything he wished," she said softly and clung to him, feeling herself blush even when she wasn't looking into his eyes. "Sally, if I don't take you home right now, we'll both regret it tomorrow. Our relationship is growing so beautifully, I don't want to do anything that might put it at risk. Do you mind?" "Oh, Jeremy..." she sighed and sat up. "I think... Yes, I think you should," she finally agreed, hating to part from him. It was good because she was on the verge of asking him that as a voyeur, had he ever watched anyone having sex. It would have sounded coarse. As they walked up the path, hand in hand, she looked at him and said, "Jeremy, I haven't forgiven you for what you did to me tonight. About James." "Oh, that," he laughed. "I had you, didn't I?" "That's why I hate you." "And I hate you too," he replied quickly. "What did I do?" "You gave me an erection and did nothing about it." "Oh, that. Well I won't say I'm sorry but I'm pleased I can make it jump like it does." Then she giggled too. "I think my feelings for you, my dear woman..." "Yes?" "My feelings for you are growing deeper by the day." With that he swung her wrist around and kissed her fully on the lips. "Good Night, my darling," he said, turned and quickly returned to his car before she could say a word. As she went inside she felt so elated. Chapter Ten He picked her up the next morning and drove her to her office, helping her to carry the box of photos and videos up to her office. "Will you be all right? I mean with the women?" "Yes, I'm sure they will feel a load lifted off their shoulders rather than hate me because I may have seen what's in them." "There's nothing wrong with a little white lie in circumstances like this, Sally. No need to tell them you've seen everything, just enough to identify who owns each set. As far as they are concerned you had no need to see any of the videos and you watched while Meredith Kelly's stuff was destroyed. Tell them that, it will legitimize the other things you tell them." "Yes, I will do that. Thank you for everything, Jeremy. There is no way I can thank you enough," she said and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Yes there is but you've vetoed that." "For the moment." "Oh, do I hear a small door opening?" "What? Where?" She looked around her room with surprise. "To your charms, my dear." "Oh, you... Men," she stated and eased him out the door. "I have work to do." As soon as Rosemary walked through the main doors, Sally beckoned her over. "I have something for you, Rosemary." "What is it?" She handed her friend a large sealed envelope. "From the police who took Gamble away. They said you could do what you wish with it." "What is it?" She asked again. "You can open it here if you wish. I'll leave you in private." "What? Private, why?" "Open it and see," she said as she walked out and closed the door behind her. It was nearly an hour later that a red-eyed face peeked through her door and motioned for her to return. "Do you know what was in here, Sally?" "I have an idea, not the details." "You've not seen...?" "I saw two or three just to identify who each girl was, that's all. I promise I won't tell anyone, Rosemary." "I... Oh, Sally, I never thought we would ever get out of Gamble's clutches. When I think of the things he made us do... Oh, it was awful. Thank you for what you did. I still don't know how but you stopped him in his tracks. The CEO came around yesterday and said Gamble wouldn't be returning to work with the Company in any capacity and there were so many girls who reacted one way or another I just knew he was doing things to some of the others too." "You saw his Secretary when the police arrived?" "Yes, we all did. She hasn't come back to work since then. Was it very bad for you, Sally? With him, I mean." "No, in fact it was the very first day but I knew I would have to do what he wanted. I'm just so fortunate I met Jeremy..." "Jeremy? Who's he?" "Oh, someone I met and he put the police onto him straight away. Gamble's been kicked out of his home, you know. When his wife found out she went berserk and gave him his marching orders," Sally told her. "He went on a drinking binge yesterday and ended up in a mental asylum." "So he won't be going to jail, then? I won't have to testify?" "He's in his own jail right now, out of his mind. There won't be a court case." "Oh, thank goodness. And thank you, Sally." "I'm glad it's all over. Ring your sister, Rosemary. Tell her straight away." "Oh, you knew that?" "He told the police who she was. I saw her in one of the photos." "We were made to perform lesbian incest. Doesn't that make you feel sick?" "It's over, Rosemary." Sally spent the whole day speaking to the several girls who had supplied photos to Gamble. Every one was overcome with relief and thanked her profusely. Not one was concerned she had seen some of their secrets and finally she knew she had to visit his secretary to return the last of the envelopes. Hers was the largest by far. When she telephoned the woman she was at first reluctant to see Sally at all, her embarrassment of being seen naked in such circumstances was too much to bear but finally she reluctantly agreed, not realising she was about to be given all the incriminating evidence she had passed to her boss over several years. Sally knocked and could hear footsteps. The door opened a crack and Josie's face looked out. "May I come in, Josie?" "I really don't want to talk with anyone," the stricken woman said stifling a sob. "I have something for you, Josie. It may help," she said trying to reassure her. "Just for a minute then. I don't feel very well." As she got inside she quickly said, "Josie, he won't ever be coming back. In fact he's been committed to an insane asylum." "What? Mr. Gamble? Oh, no, not Mr. Gamble?" She cried out, not in hate but with concern. "He won't be around to treat you unkindly any more, Josie," Sally repeated, surprised at the woman's reaction. She sat for a long while in silence and Sally wondered if she was going to say anything more. Finally she said softly. "You don't understand, Sally. You couldn't. You see, we were lovers." "Lovers? But...? But I saw him beating you." "He did it because I wanted him to." "No," Sally gasped in shock. "You don't mean it, surely." "I'm sorry, Sally, I shouldn't have told you. I know you could never understand after what you saw. That's why I can't go back to that office to work." "You mean you let him beat you because you loved him?" "Yes." "How long have you been doing that?" "Since the 19th September four years ago. I'll never forget the day he agreed to whip me naked." "You don't have to talk about it, Josie." "Oh, maybe it will help me to get over him." "Josie, did he make you do it? I mean make you undress and let him beat you?" "It was me who first suggested it to him, Sally. Do you understand now? I like to be treated that way. It's the only way I can..." She stopped in mid-sentence and began to blush furiously. "It's so embarrassing. Sorry," she said turning her face away. "Do you want me to go, Josie? Or I can stay and keep you company if you like." "If I don't frighten you, I'd appreciate the company. What's this anyway?" "It's the stuff the police confiscated; photos and videos. I've given all the other girls, theirs back already." "Other girls, what do you mean?" "ou...? You don't know...? You don't, do you?" "Know what? What on earth are you talking about?" "Josie, he was blackmailing most of the girls in the office. To keep their jobs they had to do things for him, mostly take intimate photographs and videos of themselves doing sex things. Wasn't that what he was doing to you too?" "Oh, no, I came to him, he never asked me to undress, I had to beg him to hurt me. But the others, I didn't know...," she said as her voice trailed off. "Is that when he took photos, Josie?" "Yes, he said he wanted them as momentos. He usually took videos of the beatings he gave me and we would watch them after it was over. He told me he loved me and wanted to marry me but his wife wouldn't agree to a divorce. Oh, I feel so stupid, Sally." "You needn't be. I don't understand how you can enjoy being beaten especially the way I saw but I certainly don't think any worse of you. At least you can destroy these things now. The police thought it would be best if each woman took care of that themselves." "Oh, I won't destroy it. I... Well, I guess I still have feelings for him. Do you think I'm crazy too, Sally?" "No, but you may have been infatuated. It might be best if you try to forget him, you know." "Then I wouldn't be able to... Well it was the only way I could...," she mumbled then gave a heavy sigh. "Well, it is the only way I can become aroused. That's why I needed him. I didn't much enjoy the sex things he demanded but when he strapped me I had orgasms. Every time. You're the only person I've ever told this to, not even he knew about that part of my needs. When he called home for his sex sessions he never once gave me pleasure. Strange, isn't it? He used me for sex hundreds of times, he'd call in on his way home and play out little scenes that I had to have ready for him, usually dressing up in costumes and he'd discharge then leave before I even had a chance to get up and see him out. I never became aroused even once." "How often did he...? Did he call?" "Oh, several times a week, usually. It's why I don't have hair on my... Well you saw, didn't you?" "Hair? No..." "I guess I did rush out. He wanted me to remove all the hair from my pussy, said it was unsanitary having to push through it so he sent me to a beautician who removed it permanently. It's also why I left work early all the time, to get home and change into whatever he wanted to fu... to fuck me in. It was always the same, I wore whatever he chose and had to be laying on the bed ready for when he arrived. He just had sex and left, usually within five minutes. It was so sordid but for that I gained in other ways. Maybe I am crazy, I don't know," she said with a wry smile. "It will be my secret forever, Josie. I promise." "Yes I know I can trust you, more than anyone. I hope I haven't upset you talking about my...," she sighed again and stopped. "Everyone has things they want to keep secret, I understand." "The awful thing is that now I have no way to... You know." "Have you thought of seeing a psychologist? Or a Psychiatrist?" "How could I talk to a man about things like this?" "Look, why don't you stop worrying about sex things for a while? Come back to work, the girls don't know the real reason why you let him beat you. As far as they are concerned you are just another one of his victims, like they were. Come back to work and let things settle down. I'll be there to talk to if you want and your secret will never be divulged." The woman smiled in thought. "You are a good person, Sally. Thank you for what you've done. I think it is best to take some time to think things through. Yes I will copme back tomorrow." Sally gave her a hug then left feeling strangely satisfied. Chapter Eleven For several weeks Jeremy and Sally continued their relationship, always speaking about their needs with innuendo and smiles but never moving beyond cuddling up close and kissing. Flowers were delivered to her home every day and gifts usually of very intimate lingerie, arrived often. Her children became used to seeing him around and both liked his easygoing manner. He laughed and joked with them but never tried to come any closer. Then one evening, as he delivered her home from yet another dinner, he sat in the car and faced her. "Sally, I have some things to say to you and you may need time to think them over," he said seriously. Oh, God he's going to propose, she told herself and took a deep breath. Stay calm, stupid woman, she told herself. "Yes, Jeremy, what is it? Is something wrong?" "Very much the opposite, but we've been seeing each other for several weeks and if our relationship is to go further there are some things I need to talk about. Could we go away for the weekend? No, don't say anything just yet. We'll be chaperoned, James will be there too, so I'm not trying to take you away for a dirty weekend. Was that what you were thinking?" "Jeremy, how could you think that?" She asked in feigned shock. "Well, yes it did cross my mind, but just for a moment." "This weekend?" "Oh, tomorrow? I guess so. I'd have to sort out the children." "They'd love a weekend to themselves, they'll have a ball." "That's what I'm afraid of. But yes I think they will be O.K. Yes, I'd like that, Jeremy but I must say you've got me wondering what else we can talk about," she said coyly. They now kissed passionately whenever he brought her home and this was no exception. "Oh, I love your kisses, my dear," she said softly. The first time she called him her dear. The next evening he picked her up at six o'clock and they travelled for nearly two hours into the mountains. "Isn't James coming?" "He is already there, never fear, my little virgin." "I am not and you know it," she said deliberately. "You are to me." "Oh, that is so nice to hear, Jeremy. Thank you," she said whimsically. "I hope you feel the same way about me?" It was a question rather than a statement. "Oh, you have been the perfect gentleman, of course I think of you as a virgin," she told him then added, "Even if you have laid a thousand other women." "Ouch," he groaned. "If it's any comfort, there's just one more I wish to do that with." Sally remained silent for a long while after that and Jerry glanced at her several times but made no further comment. Then she asked, "Jeremy what do you want to talk about? I mean you said that you wanted to talk about something." He was silent for just a moment and then without taking his eyes off the road began to speak. "Sally, I told you I've never been married and that's the truth and you've probably been wondering why. No, don't speak, let me finish," he cut in when he saw her about to interrupt. "It's not because I'm gay as you now understand, I'm sure," he said with a little smirk. " "The fact is I've been looking but have never found the woman who could share my wants and needs. Many have tried and the times have been enjoyable, very enjoyable mostly, but no one has come along that I could feel happy to share the rest of my life with. If I sound pompous or something like that, I apologise but that's how I feel. I've felt that way until I came to know you, Sally. You have something that no other woman has shown and if that is so, then I want to do all I can to make our relationship complete." "Jeremy, I..." "Please, Sally, not yet. There'll be plenty of time but let me tell you what I'd like to happen this weekend, to set the scene as it were. Before I could ask you to join me in that journey, there are many things you have to understand about needs; my needs and wishes and my wants and even demands. I want to be completely honest and open with you and I promise much of what I tell you will shock you more than surprise or excite you. But I promise you this, you are the only person I've felt comfortable to go this far with, to let my heart and mind open up to someone else's scrutiny. Then after you have heard it all, you will have much to think about before we could even consider progressing further. It probably sounds all so mysterious and I suppose it is, but I don't want to go further until we settle ourselves in to the cabin and let James look after us for the weekend. Then we can talk into the wee small hours and if what you hear is too much to accept then you have the opportunity of walking away without being hurt too badly. Does all that make sense, Sally?" "Phew, I don't know. You know I like being with you and while I've never told you as much, I love you Jeremy. I really mean that, I love you very much." "But you haven't met the real me, Sally. Not until you hear what I have to say." "Being a voyeur doesn't bother me, Jeremy." "That's just a small part of me and when you know me better you might not love the greater part of me at all, so just be patient, my dear and we'll see how you feel by the end of the weekend." "Oh, you are so frustrating, Jeremy Saunders, Didn't you hear me, I love you, I love you." "And if you can still say that at the end of the weekend I'll be the happiest man in the world. Now just settle down and take a nap, there's still a way to go." After that little was said until they turned into a gravel driveway and the crunch of the tires woke Sally up. She sat up and looked around but all she could see was James walking towards them with the glow of light shining through a front door. They were soon settled in and sat down to a lavish meal James had ready for them. There was light banter and Sally felt instantly at home in this rather large cabin that was built for comfort rather that to impress. A large open fire was burning and it's warmth filled the room. "Come on, my little pumpkin," Jerry said as he led her to the couch in front of the fire. "Do we start talking now?" She asked hopefully. "As soon as you give me a kiss." "That's a pleasure," she said then when they parted, added, "Well?" "Well," he mimicked as he sat down beside her. "Firstly, I want a promise that you will hear me out, no matter how badly you may think of me when you hear what I have to say. Do I get that promise?" "Yes, sir, I promise I will be quiet no matter what." "And no questions until I say so?" "No questions." "Good, then I want nothing but you total concentration," he said as he laid his head back against the back of the sofa. "Sally, we've been together for nearly two months and I think we like to be in each other's company more than anything else. No, don't speak, remember what you promised," he said holding up his hand when she tried to agree. "But what you have seen of me so far is not all that I am. There are more sides that I have purposely held in check until I got to know and understand you better. I think, no, I know that time has now arrived. You may have wondered why I have never married and I want to tell you. For the whole of my life I have been looking for a partner who could accept my needs and desires with happiness and understanding, who could abide by the things you are about to learn of, on the basis that if it is my wish, she would uncompromisingly accept and agree to participate in because of her love for me without reservation. That will seem an enormous challenge, Sally because I have never met any woman yet with whom I felt comfortable enough to explain my special needs of a lifelong partner." Sally had looked into his face the whole time he spoke and while she had some difficulty in understanding just where his explanation was going, was saying to herself, 'Oh, god, he's going to propose to me'. "This may sound like the beginning of a proposal," he continued and she took a deep breath and sat upright. "I guess it is but it's not a marriage proposal, Sally, not yet," he added when he saw the disappointment show. "But I do have a proposal and it's this. For the first time in my life I am about to tell you of all the dark yearnings and needs I have as a man, as a husband and after hearing all I have to tell you, you will need to take one of two choices. The first is to simply pack your bags and I will have James drive you home. Or alternatively, once you've listened, you choose to consider all the consequences of agreeing to my needs and spend the next four weeks experiencing some of those needs. If you choose the second option and you are with me after that period, I would very much wish to ask for your hand in marriage." "Oh, Jeremy," she gasped but was cut off from saying anything more. "No, you must listen, Sally. Consider this for a moment; if it has taken me this long before I could speak to a woman about the things I would expect of my future wife, they might be more than you are prepared to give. Please keep that in the back of your mind as I try to explain." He looked sideways into her eyes and was overjoyed to see she was smiling at him not in doubt or suspicion but with what appeared to be genuine understanding and love. Yes, he was sure she loved him just as he loved her, but she could never know she had been chosen for this role after many, many women had been checked out by the members of the Convent and rejected. One day he would explain that but not now. "Sally, my dear Sally, I know this is the new Millennium and women have been liberated from being under the control of man for a long time but I am different. If you were to become my wife I can assure you, liberation may not be part of your life. I require my wife to live by the three 'O's'. Just like the three 'R's for school children, you would have to live with me in openness, honesty and obedience in every way." "Ha, ha. Honesty is spelt with an 'H', Jeremy," she sniggered. "Just like arithmetic is spelled with an 'A'," he reminded her with a smile. She laid her head back against the sofa and motioned him to proceed. "If you became my partner you would be absolutely open with me in all things, keeping no secrets, holding no thought back from me, letting me into the innermost crevices of your mind, telling me without even prompting, everything you think or imagine or remember. You will never keep anything to yourself, ever. You have to think about that for a long time, Sally, to understand what it means. I also expect absolute honesty from you no matter what the situation. Sally I could not stand even the slightest degree dishonesty, whether it's a little white lie that wouldn't hurt anyone or just some little thing that might embarrass you if you told the absolute truth. Then there's the big one. Sally, do you think you could obey me in every way, no matter what I required of you? This is far more than simple obedience and as I explain my needs more deeply, you will understand the situations you could be faced with. There will be many things I may require that will cause you the greatest of humiliations, be it in front of just me, or your children or even in front of total strangers. There are many situations which give me the greatest joy to watch someone obey my demands that cause them intense embarrassment." He remained silent for several minutes, not looking at her, just staring at the fire. Sally's mind was spinning. What on earth could he be getting at? Of course I intend to be honest and open with my husband, if he does ever ask me. Obey? Of course I can obey him but the way he said it made her wonder what he really meant. "Can I ask something?" "Yes, I suppose this is a good time for that but I have much more to tell you. What do you want to ask?" "Are you a devotee of some way-out Eastern Religion where the woman is kept in the back room, never to be a true partner in everything?" "Oh, you will be an integral part of my life, our lives," he added. "Then it sounds as though I might become a sex slave to your male desires." "Not in the sense of those Eastern Countries where women live in a harem and can never leave. No, you would have all the right of any woman to walk away from the marriage and take your children with you at any time. You would not be a slave in that way. But I assure you your life would indeed become sexual while you stay. The difference is that I would also require your mind and emotions as well." "But I could object to your demands?" "You could but that would be the end of our marriage. That is why I am proposing a month to experience some of demands I will make on you and the children." "The children? Sam and Wes? You want them to obey you too?" "Most definitely. I intend that our family will be closer, more loving than any family you have ever encountered, it will take a little time but that is my goal." "Oh," she sighed, still not understanding what he was really meaning. "I am more than a voyeur, Sally. Do you know what the term B&D means?" "You mean bondage stuff?" "And...?" "And discipline. I'm not totally ignorant of men's desires, Jeremy." "Good because you will find that is a large part of my needs with a greater accent on discipline. There are some things I have no desire to indulge in, one being male homosexuality, matters of scat and the use of single digit children. No, don't dare ask, just wait until your time comes. Sadism and masochism have a low priority but there are times when you would be required to serve me in that way. My needs in that regard would not reach the depths of bodily damage or the spilling of blood but there are times when I feel the need to use my partner for my own satisfaction rather than hers." He looked across at her for the first time and saw the doubts written all over her face. "You made me a promise not to interrupt before I'd finished and so far you haven't but I want to give you the chance right now, Sally, to leave if you feel that way. I will drive you home and we'll say no more about it. Think about it and if you are still seated here when I get back, I'll continue. Otherwise, I'll understand and take you home." "No, Jeremy, please go on. It's just the thoughts racing through my mind, the things you've said; well, they do bring more questions than answers so I need to hear you out." "Well, thank you. There are two things I require of my wife beyond anything. One is her total devotion to me, absolute acceptance and complete loyalty. She can expect to be disciplined harshly if after she gives her vows, she refuses to carry out my wishes, no matter what I ask of you. Even a moment's hesitation, a doubt that she has to think about before carrying out my wish, could earn her severe punishment." He looked into her eyes again. "Want to go home?" She shook her head but remained silent. "Can you be obedient to that extent, Sally? Obedient to things that you probably couldn't imagine in a thousand years but when commanded, would obey simply because I was the one who commanded it? Think about that for a moment. No, don't answer, just think about it for there's more I must tell you. I would expect my wife in all ways to remain demure and shy. It gives me the greatest pleasure to see you blush with embarrassment and as I said, you would be subjected to numerous humiliations, often in front of others. I can see you are becoming more and more doubtful. Let me say just this, in carrying out my demands you would earn my undying love for you and you alone. I love no other and never have, Sally. I want you to believe that. I can see in you, the epitome of my wife, my one and only love. Whatever you are subjected to, no matter who sees, is just between you and me. Whoever else witnesses, means nothing to me, it is my way of enjoying your humiliation before others. Now I think it's time for a breather. Shall I take you home or will we have some supper and continue?" "Can I ask another question?" "Yes." "You said something earlier about male homosexuality. What about female homosexuality?" "It would be required." "You mean, me? With someone else?" "Yes." "Who?" "Whomever I choose at the time." "For you to watch?" "Sometimes." "Oh...," she sighed doubtfully. "Does that mean that you would humiliate me with others present like that?" "If I so chose at the time." "I... I've never been with a woman, Jeremy." "That's good." "Oh, despite what you've said, I can't help but love you, you know that, I hope. But I just can't imagine what it would be like to have sex with another woman in front of you." "Or in front of others?" "Men have earned their reputation. Why do I love them, or rather just one of them, so much?" "Because I'm cute?" "I don't think you'd be cute sitting back watching me suck another woman's tits with you watching while you stroke your huge hardon." "So you're still considering then? Want to ask something else?" "I'm too frightened to. What do you mean by the term, punishment? You wouldn't beat me, would you? I had so much of that from my ex-husband, I'm not sure I could stand it again." "The difference is that my punishments would be given in love, for my benefit for sure and for you, pain, but it wouldn't be with fists, Sally. Hands on bottoms or lots of implements but never the wife beating kind of punishment. But to make you endure my fists? I would never do it, and that's my solemn promise to you. However how or when or where the punishments are administered would be my decision. I can tell you that spanking a young lady's bared bottom is one of life's greatest pleasures." "Spanking? You'd want to spank me? Hard? Surely not hard, Jeremy?" "My darling girl, I told you I would be honest in these discussions. When I spank you, not if but when, it would be as hard as I could lay it on and for as long as I could. I would want to hear your squeals of protestation ringing around the room and tears flowing into a pool on the floor. After all, it would be punishment, not hansy-pansy spankies. Well, most of the time, anyway. And I would take pleasure in allowing your children to watch as well." "No," she gasped. "You wouldn't do that, would you? How could I be their mother after that happened?" "Because I would have explained to them beforehand and required them to attend." "The children. You would actually make them watch?" "They would be under the exact same rules as you, my dear. We would become a family so close no secrets were held by anyone." "You want them to obey you too?" "In every way." "They wouldn't." "They would, I'm sure." "They can think for themselves now, Jeremy. They're fourteen years old and wouldn't obey you the way you want me to." "Yes they would. You just have to know how to encourage them to do that, Sally. Having a father figure around after so long will do no end of good for them. Besides they need to be taught about themselves, about puberty..." "Puberty? You'd talk about sex to them?" "They have to be taught properly, Sally. What have you done in that way? Told them about the birds and the bees?" "Well, no but... Well, the school teaches those things." "That's not good enough but I will do just that and their teaching will be very thorough. If I'm not mistaken they will both want more." "They do need a father, I know that but I can't imagine them obeying everything you say. They're at the age where they want to buck the system every chance they get." "I will teach them to obey me in every way, just as I want you to and if they disobey they'll be punished too," he stated adamantly. "In every way? Jeremy, you don't mean...? Do you want to humiliate them too? Oh, my god, do you want to have sex with them, Jeremy?" "I told you, single digit children are not on my agenda but once they reach ten, then there's no reason why they shouldn't be taught about growing up. Once they menstruate or ejaculate they're quite mature enough to enjoy the thrills their bodies produce. Yes, their teaching will involve sexual practices but with love, not forced. Obedience is not force and being made to understand that adults know better than they do is learning much of life's mysteries, don't you think?" "Do you want to have sex with Sam and Wesley?" "No," he stated firmly. "You will have sex with Wesley." She closed her eyes tightly and held her hands over her face for several minutes, not moving a muscle. He could feel her tenseness and knew he had reached the crossroads. If she runs, he will never see her again but if she stays to hear more he would have her. He took a deep breath and said, "Is this where you tell me you want to go home, Sally?" Her hands fell into her lap and she gazed into the fire. "It would be incest," she said slowly. "Me and Wesley." "So would Sam and me, under the law anyway." "I don't think Wesley's even seen a naked woman let alone his own mother spreading her legs and allowing him to..." "Allowing him to enjoy her body?" "I've never thought of him as a sexual object, not until now." "And?" "And I felt a tingle deep inside. The thought aroused me, Jeremy. Oh, how I hate to admit that." "It's natural and if you're really honest with yourself, you have thought of him having sex as he grows up and that thrills you too. But let's not dwell on them just now. The first thing I would require of you is to destroy every pair of pantyhose and tights you own for they are an abomination. From the beginning you will wear stockings and suspenders and never slacks and trousers, for a woman should make herself accessible at all times. I would also require you to remove all body hair, everything from your neck down and part of your hygiene will be to make sure it never adorns you again. Hair is unsanitary and vulgar, especially on women's bodies and a hair-free vulva is a delight to behold." "Oh, I've never shaved myself down there," she gasped. "You won't be shaving, that's not the way, it makes whiskers. Your hair will be removed with wax or cremes so when it grows again it will at least be soft if you are to be used before you have time to remove it again." "You are a naughty man, Jeremy Saunders but you make me feel wonderfully sexy just thinking about it. It's just...." "Just what, my dear woman?" He was sure he had won her around even if she still had doubts. "Well, the children. I can't imagine them allowing you to touch them sexually. As their mother, it should be my responsibility to protect them from that." "But?" "Oh, damn you," she sighed and looked away. "Despite all the things you've said, and many people would think you're a pervert, ..." "Do you?" "Me? I... I... I think you are too but there's a difference and it makes me feel terrible. I can accept what you want to do to me, I even think I'd like to be dominated, to be ordered to do things most women would absolutely refuse, but when I think of you forcing Sam to let you... Well, it makes my pussy tingle. Damn you again, Jeremy Saunders," she stated adamantly. He smiled to himself. She's hooked. "One of the first things I'll require you to do is supervise the removal of their pubic hair just like your own," he added. "They have to be taught that no hair is sanitary and for their own good. It's really because it arouses me no end to imagine a young girl with breasts and a hairless pussy." "I can't even imagine talking Wes and Sam into that, for goodness sake. They've never shown themselves naked to me, ever. Sam even covers herself when she's wearing underwear if I come into her room, she's so self-conscious about her privacy. And Wesley, well I've never seen him in the nude since he was four or five. Despite their outward bravado they're both very shy kids, really." "That's the way I want them to stay, it makes them all the more self-conscious when they have to unveil themselves." He remained silent for several minutes then asked, "Will you do it for me, Sally?" "You know I want to," she said with the emphasis on the 'I', "But the kids? How can a mother just barge in and say strip off kids, I'm going to remove your genital fluff?" "Sounds very sexy to me," he said with a knowing smile. She remained silent for another long pause then looked up at him and asked, "Jeremy, do you want to take Sam's virginity? Please tell me that's not the reason you befriended me." God, she's close to the mark, he thought to himself but maintained his composure before she noticed any reaction. "I never knew about Samantha until I visited your home the first time. By then I think I had already made up my mind that you just might be the one I've been searching for all these years. So there was no way I chased you because of Sam. Please believe that, Sally." "I... I think so and yet there has been this little niggle deep inside somehow. Oh, Jeremy we are being honest with each other aren't we?" "I am, Sally, so let me continue to be. For the whole of my adult life I have had the urge to make love to young girls, very young, innocent girls. Does that make you cringe?" "Pedophilia is criminal and in these times, probably the most hated of all crimes. I think that's why I am so surprised your needs lie in that direction. Have you ever...? Have you?" "Yes, four." "Four? Four young girls? How old were they?" Sally asked almost unable to speak. "The youngest was eleven when I first had her, the oldest fourteen," he said quietly. "Is that enough to make you want to leave?" "It's just that Samantha falls right into that age group. Oh, it's hard to imagine my daughter giving herself to anyone, let alone her potential stepfather. The other girls, how long ago was it? Do their parents know?" "I will tell you all about them during the weekend, Sally, I promise but right now we have to talk about Sam and Wesley. I said single digit girls were not part of my life, that is, girls under ten and they always will be but once they reach the age where they can think for themselves, they need good teaching about the facts of life. Each one of those four girls was taught everything about sex by both their parents and myself and they grew up wanting to experience every aspect they were taught. They come from two families and their parents and I, helped them gain that experience and now they are so close to their parents, to each other and to me, that they will never ever break away from those family ties. I want Sam and Wesley to grow up in the same way, to love you and their new father in every way. You will be part of that teaching process too. Once they come to accept their role within the family, both you and I would teach them the art of love and sex, every aspect in fine detail and you would make love to both your children. In time they would become lovers themselves. I may guide Wesley but not have sex with him, that would be your task, or pleasure." "Wesley. Little Wesley, having sex with his mother, it's incredible." "But if I'm not mistaken, not out of the question?" "Can I answer that later, Jeremy?" "Of course. So I take it you don't wish me to take you home early then?" "I can come to terms with what you suggest better by being with you than being on my own. You talked about a month's trial or something?" "A taste of what being married to me might be like. No sex but most other things. Are you game?" "No but I think I'm going to take up your proposal anyway." "When?" "Now?" "Right now?" "Yes." "Are you wearing pantyhose?" "Yes." "Then take them off." "I'll go to my bedroom..." "Right here." "You mean...? In front of you?" "Yes." She couldn't stop the blush that warmed her cheeks. "All right," she sighed and stood up, facing him. She removed her shoes then slipped her hands into the waistband of her tights, allowing him to see well up her skirt for the first time. "Enjoy the view?" "Of course but it will be better when you discard that abomination to men." "They really are very practical, Jeremy." "They're a brick wall to good sex," he responded. "Yes, sir," she saluted, holding the offending garment high in the air then threw it into the fire. "All done." "Good, now it's time for a bath. James," he called to his butler. "Yes, Sir," the man asked almost immediately. Sally wondered if he had been eavesdropping. "Prepare Madam's bath, please James." "Not too hot, James," Sally added. "Yes, Madam." Then he left. "I can't imagine what it's like to have a butler," she said as she watched him leave the room. "Once you've tried one, you wouldn't ever give him up," Jerry said with a smile. Sally snuggled against her man. "I think I'm going to like this month, Jeremy. Will you be very cruel to me?" "Only time will tell." "I think you'll be very kind for the whole month so I'll agree to marry you them as soon as I'm your wife you'll become a monster." "I told you I'd be honest and I will. What you experience in this next month is what you can expect for the rest of your life." "When I'm old and grey you'll have a harem of young girls fucking you silly, I know about men." "Do you now? I'll be fucking young girls much sooner than that. How long do you think it will be before Samantha is laying on her back for me?" "Oh, you're a cruel man and a pervert. Do I get to watch?" "Most definitely. You'll be the one who cleans her up afterwards. With your mouth." "Ahumm," James coughed lightly. "Madam's bath is prepared sir." "Thank you, James. Take Madam and bathe her please...." "What? Never! I can do that myself, thank you very much," Sally stated firmly as she began to rise. "And James, you have permission to spank if she objects." "Yes, Sir. Madam? Will you follow me please?" He had already begun to leave. "Jeremy...?" "Do as your told," was all he said, dismissing her objection and looking back into the fire. "But..." "If you don't go this instant and do whatever James tells you, I'll strip you naked and spank you in front of him with your legs wide apart. Now just obey, woman." "Oh," she gasped, bewildered at his severe response. She looked first towards the receding back of the butler and then to her love but received no encouragement. Obey! That's the way he wants it and that gives him his thrills. He was humiliating her from the very first moment he was given the green light. And she was about to expose herself first to his butler even before her own lover got to see her that way. Oh, he is a cruel bastard. Then she felt the tremblings deep inside her pussy and knew she was lubricating. "Damn," she said just loud enough for Jerry to hear, then took off after James. END OF PART 3 ********************************************* All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and uncompressed Text format from: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 Comments are sought and welcomed at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please take the time to let me know what you think of my stories. I DO need your feedback. ********************************************* <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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