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Friday December 9th.
"Carrie? Yeah it's Mandy... Yeah she told me her version of the story... No she never mentioned the rape... Jerry, Ben, and Casey, got it, I'll let you know if we meet any of them... No, this week I'm attending some kind of bondage party at a private club near you... No, I'm just supposed to seduce Lisa, and get her to invite me to a threesome with her and your brother... No, she's not quite ready, she wants to end it on the seventeenth... You have my word, nothing happens to them this weekend... Gotta go, Molly's home!"
"Well my Love, is it happening this weekend?" Sophie says, playing with Carrie's hair.
"Mandy says this weekend she supposed to seduce Lisa and get herself invited to a threesome with Chris. Molly wants to finish it next Saturday."
"Do you trust her?"
"Hell no... But I do believe her, greed will keep her in our pocket... I'd feel better if I could bounce some ideas off you Love, I know you don't want to know the details, but you're in this as deep as me, if not deeper, and I could really use your advice."
With a heavy sigh Sophie nods in resignation. It's always been like this, Carrie being the reckless free spirit, living on the edge, while she's the responsible one, always thinking before acting. It's not often Carrie gets into something so heavy, that Sophie has to rely on her anchor to pull them through, but this time it's her anchor in trouble, and she's not sure how to handle it.
"Fine my Love, tell me what your thinking, and I'll see if I spot any flaws."
It's been two weeks since Thanksgiving and my life has become one hectic mess. My Boss dumped a major project on me, I have physical therapy three times a week, and I think Lisa IS trying to fuck me to death! Reports from Miami are good, Molly's still there, and there's no sigh of Mandy, perhaps she gave up on the plan. I'm just leaving the sports clinic when my phone vibrates, I fumble it out of my pocket and plop! Drop it right into a puddle of slush! "Aw fuck!" I groan out loud, as I dig the now useless iPhone out of the puddle. Hoping the call wasn't important, I grab a sub sandwich and head back to Argonne. I get the word out that I'm cellless, and order a replacement from my carrier.
"Chris, the Boss needs to see you ASAP." My coworker Dave says from my open office door.
"Thanks Dave, how are the calculations working out?"
"Fantastic, I never even considered reversing the ryphoid gear, that was totally brilliant, thanks again!"
"Anytime my friend... Better go see what she wants, talk to you later."
I set my sandwich down and walk up the two flights of stairs to see the Boss. I knock on the door and wait.
"It's open," Stephanie Cosgrove calls out. I step through the door and she looks up over a report she's reading.
"You wanted to see me Steph?" I ask when she looks up.
"Close the door... Have any ideas about the Aqueduct project yet?"
"Uh yeah, I have something brewing, I haven't time to run a complete work up, but my preliminary results look promising," I answer her, confused by the question. I was just handed the project two days ago.
"And the bay cleanup project, how's that looking?"
'WTF? Why is she questioning me like this?' "I've got a minor glitch to work out, but I believe we'll be ready two weeks earlier than planned, and eight percent under budget."
Instead of smiling, and saying great job, Stephanie says, "and what about your other projects? How are they coming along?"
"Fine, the desalinization is two percent over budget, but that's due to the fluctuations in the coal market... Am I in trouble or something, Steph?"
Stephanie set's her report down and looks at me, "have a seat Chris."
I sit down and look at her, trying to remain calm. "Chris, I received an anonymous email telling me that you are involved in... alternative activities. Normally I'd just dismiss this as a prank, or a jealous co worker, but the image they sent looks pretty authentic, so I felt the need to dig a little deeper."
"I don't understand? I know the knee injury had me out of the loop for a couple of weeks, but it hasn't affected my work... What does the image show?"
Stephanie turns her laptop around and I see a picture of Juliette modeling her Ball gown at the shop. I look up at the image, blushing a bit.
"Chris, what you do on your own time is your business, as is your sexual orientation... But I don't think your mentors would appreciate this coming to light... I did some further checking around and found out you paid cash for your house, and new truck, is it true?"
"Damn it Steph! Yes, I paid cash for my house, and my truck, and if you would have dug a little deeper and contacted the GAO like you should have, you would have found I inherited 1.5 million dollars from my Grandfather, and reported every purchase with the money like I'm supposed to!"
"Chris..."
"Wait, I'm not done! I've done nothing illegal, or unethical! So I wore a dress for a Halloween party, is cross dressing illegal?"
"No, but..."
"What the hell Steph? This is just my ex stirring up shit because I dumped her! You remember Molly, don't you?"
"Yes, but you need to listen to me here! No you haven't done anything wrong, or illegal, and it's none of our business what you do off the clock... But if you ever hope to advance to your full potential, you have to take politics into consideration. That's just the way it is, your career can't afford a scandal, even one as benign as you wearing a dress for Halloween! You know there's powerful people out there fighting us every step of the way, they don't like anything that involves clean energy, or environmental regulations, I need you for this fight!"
"You know how I feel about politics! I told you clearly when I interviewed for this promotion! You told me not to worry about it, that YOU would deal with the politics and let ME come up with working solutions! Now if I haven't lived up to my end of the contract, tell me now, and I'll work harder, or you can fire me!"
"Calm down Chris, nobody wants to see you go, you know damn well you have a better than ninety percent success rate, all I'm asking is... Try to keep your personal life personal, I'll keep this between us, and ignore any future correspondence from Molly, but sooner or later you'll have to commit yourself to what we're doing."
I take a deep breath and calm myself before saying, "there's no avoiding it, is there?" Stephanie shakes her head sadly. "ok Boss, message received, I apologize for letting personal problems interfere here."
"You're the best I have Chris, you make this whole lab look good, I'm extremely lucky your on my team... a little discretion is all I ask." With that Stephanie picks up her report and the meeting is over.
I return to my office and for the first time ever, close the door. I fire off an email telling Lisa I lost my cell, and I loved her. I eat my soggy sub and think about what to do about Molly. Lisa responds apologizing about the phone, and reminds me she's going out with the girls to celebrate our engagement after class. I'm still pondering the Molly problem while I tinker with one of my drawings. Inspiration hits me and I wonder what it would cost me to have Carrie help one last time. I pick up my desk phone and dial her number, "this is Carrie, who is this?" She answers, not recognizing my work number.
"Hey Sis, I dropped my cell in a puddle, so I'm calling from work, you in town tonight?"
"Hi Bro! Sorry bout the phone, yeah, we're taking off from Atlanta in twenty, should be home by six the latest... What's up?"
"Oh nothing... I was just hoping we could order a pizza, hang out and talk like we used to."
"Chris, what's wrong? You know you can talk to me."
"I know Sis, but... I'd rather talk face to face, you understand."
I hear the light bulb go off in her head, and she replies, "sure, pizza sounds good, shall I invite Sophie?"
"I was hoping it would just be the two of us, just like old times." Carrie reads between the lines and understands Lisa isn't invited either.
"Sure Bro, seven ok? Hey I have to go, they're about to open the cabin."
"Seven's perfect, have a safe flight, love you Sis."
"Love you too Bro." I hang up, thinking about what I'm about ask Carrie to do. It takes me over an hour to compose the letter, and print it, and I'm careful never to touch the letter or tan manilla envelope with my bare hands. I surf the web to find the address I need, and print off a mailing label. Still wearing my surgical gloves, I attach the label to the envelope, and slip the letter inside, before setting it in my briefcase. I knock off at four so I can get to the bank before it closes, and Kari let's me into my safety deposit box herself, before leaving me to start her closing procedures. I grab my unedited copy of the Dirk video and add it to my briefcase before thanking Kari and heading home. At home I burn a copy of the video on a fresh, untouched DVD and place it in the envelope, sealing the fold with a damp sponge. I place the envelope in a gallon sized zip lock bag, and set it aside. I have a shower, order the pizza, grab a beer and wait for Carrie.
I open the back door for Carrie and let her into the kitchen. "Want a beer?" I ask her in a subdued tone.
"Yeah, I think I do." Carrie says with concern. "Chris, twhat's wrong, is it Molly?"
"Yes, kinda... The Cunt is trying to get me fired, she emailed a picture of Juliette in the dress to my Boss."
"So? It was a Halloween costume, I don't understand."
"It's not all she has Sis, you know that. But the real problem lies with my mentors, it's all politics, I was told that if I wanted to advance any farther, I need to lay low, and learn to play the game."
"Chris, you had to know this would happen, you can't advance as far and fast as you did without playing office politics... Why do I sense your holding something back... Talk to me Baby.""
"Hold on, the Pizza's here." I answer the door and return carrying the pie. Carrie is grabbing plates, and I pop a couple more beers. We each grab a few slices and sit at the breakfast bar side by side.
"Sis, you know I love you, and would do anything for you, but after what happened the day before Thanksgiving has me questioning our whole relationship."
"Woah! What the hell are you talking about Chris?"
"Don't play the dumb blonde roll! You fucking blackmailed me into buying Sophie's next car!"
"And you asked for a fucking miracle on the busiest air travel day of the year! Do you have any idea how many favors I had to call in to get you on those flights? I have to come up with two set's of tickets to Wicked on Broadway, dinner for two at Gibsons, Bears tickets, Blackhawks tickets, and a fucking full treatment at a Spa! And all in thirty minutes before my own flight took off!"
"Are you serious? I had no idea! I thought you just checked the computer for open seats and booked them for us... That doesn't change the fact that you blackmailed me into agreeing."
"Bro, I love you, and I'm not out to hurt you, or steal your money, but damn it, you got us involved in this Molly mess! And you got 500K out of the deal, if I thought asking for a car would screw up our relationship, do you really think I'd have done it? I'm switching to a eight to four in January, and Sophie will need a reliable vehicle when I do, we're trying to save money for the baby Chris, that's why I asked!"
"I'd like to believe you wouldn't let something as trivial as a car come between us, but I never thought you'd be a Domme, and order me around either!"
"When have I ordered you around? Chris, I've never ordered you around, I have no desire to dominate ANY boy, let alone my only Brother! Frankly, it's really none of your business what I do for fun."
"Oh come on! I saw that gleam in your eye when you called me Bitch last week, and you were ordering me around in the dress shop like a slave!"
"That gleam was anger! I was pissed off Lisa inturrupted me! And I didn't order you around, I asked you to walk to the other side of the room so we could take a look at the back of the dress." Carrie sets her napkin down and leans toward me. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hug.
"Bro, I think this whole situation has you stressed out and a bit paranoid... I love you, Sophie loves you, and I swear to God we only want what's best for you. No domination, no blackmail, and if you ever really feel the need to let Juliette out, we'll be there for her too... No strings, ok?" I hug her back, weeping softly, maybe I am being paranoid, I mean, she didn't actually order me in the dress shop, and how was I to know she had to bribe people to get me to Oregon?
"I can't tell you how releived I am to hear that Sis, I am stressed, it's not every day your boss calls you into her office to discuss your dress! Listen, I think I have a way out of this mess once and for all, but I need your help one last time."
"Chris, Sophie is getting morning sickness now, we really can't be involved in this any longer, I'm sorry!"
"Hear me out before you say no, please?"
With a heavy sigh Carrie says, "alright Bro, let's hear it."
I tell her about Dirk, and my thoughts about how he would probably handle being blackmailed by Molly. "Now all I need from you is to get a flight to Miami, and simply drop an envelope in the mail."
"Oh Chris, this could backfire on you in so many ways! What if he goes to the Feds? That brings them right to MY door! And if he does use his connections, you know once they get their hands on Molly, she'll tell them everything!"
"I have to do something! I can't let her ruin me, or live with this fear much longer! I'm betting Dirk will just have her whacked publicly to send a message to anyone who might have a copy of the disc."
"Damn it! If this fucking backfires, I'll fucking lie and say I know nothing about you, Molly, blackmail, or why she sold me a four hundred thousand dollar house for one, understand!"
"Yes Sis, and I'd do the same in your shoes."
"I fucking mean it Chris! I have a baby to worry about, after this, you're on your own, and if it backfires, I sell you out just like Molly did to Mandy!"
"I understand... Thanks Sis, I don't know what I'd do without you." I give her a kiss, and hug her tightly.
"I love you too Bro, now go get the damn envelope so I can get home to Sophie..."
"Well, what was that all about my Love?" Sophie asks, as she nibbles on a Banana.
Carrie wraps her in a big hug and kisses her before smiling a Cheshire Cat smile. "My brother may have inadvertently given us the perfect alibi!"
Sophie raises an eyebrow as Carrie repeats what I told her, Sophie's smiling too now as she finishes, "and you tell him you mailed it, let Johnny do the dirty work, and lead Chris to believe it was Dirk! Simply brilliant, except one minor detail my Love."
"What's that, Love of my life?"
"When Molly... And Lisa are found by the Cops, Chris WILL be the one they look at hardest! And he really can't use, "I was being tortured by Molly's sister at the time," as an alibi."
Carrie releases Sophie with a frown and starts pacing. "You're right my Love, I need to discuss this with Johnny, we can't let the police even think Chris might be involved!"
"You could always let Lisa live, I doubt the cops would connect Chris if Molly's hit in Miami."
The look Carrie shoots Sophie is enough to kill any doubts Sophie may have held for Lisa's fate. Sophie holds up her hand in a gesture of peace and say's, "just laying out all the possibilities here, that's what you asked me to do, my Love."
With a heavy sigh of frustration Carrie replies, "I know Baby, I'm sure Johnny will come up with something."
Lisa walks into the kitchen and pauses as she see's the half eaten Pizza and four empty beer bottles. I'm sitting there thinking about what I've just done, when her less than pleased, "it looks like somebody needs to start wearing his corset again!" Snaps my mind back to the present.
I smile and walk over to give her a kiss, she allows the kiss, but raises a brow for an explanation. "I didn't eat all that food Goddess, and only two of the beers were mine... I had Carrie over for a talk about the Suv, and her... Secret."
"Well, that's good that you didn't pig out, but I thought we discussed the car, I don't understand why you felt the need to dig into her sex life though, it's really none of our business."
"I guess you don't understand because you don't have any siblings, especially a twin... But you're right, it isn't my business and she told me so... Would you like me to heat up some Pizza for you?"
"What else are you avoiding telling me?"
"Just a problem at work had me stressed a bit, but I took care of it."
"You know what Chris, it's been a long day, and I'm tired... But I'm really getting tired of you not telling me things! Every fucking time you have a problem, I find you've either talked to your sister or Sophie about it! You asked ME to marry you, and trust you, but you won't communicate with me! Is that fair?"
"Goddess, you have a lot on your mind right now, school, Molly, tomorrows party... I feel rotten burdening you with my problems."
"WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A TEAM! I'M NOT SOME HELPLESS BIMBO WHO NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED! NOW TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED AT WORK!"
"FINE! Molly sent my boss a fucking picture of Juliette wearing the dress at the shop! She's trying to ruin my career! Ok?"
"NO IT'S NOT OK! NOR IS KEEPING SHIT LIKE THIS FROM ME OK! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST TRUST ME CHRIS? I love you, and I'm here to help, but you just won't LET ME IN!" Lisa storms to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. A minute later, the door flys open and my pillows come sailing out into the hall, followed by another door slam, and loud *CLICK!*
Saturday...
I wake up to the sound of snow blowers, I throw on some jeans, a sweatshirt and heavy socks before heading downstairs to look out the window. Eight inches fell overnight, and Tom has his garage open, and firing up his snow blower. I look to the left and see Geoff's garage door going up. Cursing myself for not thinking to buy one myself, I go into the kitchen, and start the coffee.
While it brews I throw on my hiking boots and Bomber, and head out with my shovel. "Don't worry C, we'll get it!" Tom yells out as I start shoveling my drive.
"I really need the exercise!" I call back. And I do need it, I am woefully out of shape thanks to the knee injury, despite my physical therapy. After I finish my Drive, walk and stoop, I shovel the neighbors, where the snow blowers can't reach. Just after nine Sophie steps out with three mugs of coffee, we accept them thankfully, and welcome the liquid warmth. "Sorry it's not as good as Chris's," she apologizes with a smile. "He won't tell us his secret." She throws me a wink and studies the snow covered ground. "It's very pretty, we didn't get a lot of snow in Seattle, and never in Frisco."
"It's a pain in the ass! But Christmas sure looks pretty," Tom says jovially. "When are you guys decorating?"
Sophie looks at me in confusion, and I shrug helplessly. Decorate? "We got some free time tomorrow, if you need help," Geoff offers.
"Carrie and I are flying to Miami this afternoon, we won't be back until Monday," Sophie says with a hint of sad desperation.
"Don't worry Soph, I'll go get some lights this afternoon, and we'll take care of your outside lights for you... Thanks guys, this is the first time I've decorated for Christmas, I appreciate the help."
Tom and I will go with ya," Geoff volunteers.
"To Home Depot?" I ask in surprise.
"No, to Miami!" Tom jokes, throwing Sophie a wink. Sophie laughs her genuine laugh, and hugs each of the neighbors before going back inside.
"How about 1ish guys?" I ask.
"Sounds good, I wanna see how well that new truck of yours rides." Geoff replies, and we head our separate ways.
I shed my coat and boots in the foyer, and head to the kitchen for another cup of coffee before I grab a shower. "Where were you?" Lisa asks peevishly as she eats a bowl of cereal. "Kissing your sister's ass again, or was it Sophie's this time?"
"Good morning to you too my lovely Goddess!" I say with false cheer, "while I was sleeping alone upstairs, my Fairy Domme Mother promoted me to Chief Ass Kisser, so I just spent the last ninety minutes kissing Mother Nature's ass!"
"Why the fuck do you always have to be a fucking smart ass? It was a simple fucking question!"
"You know Goddess, you're right, I should just ignore your snide, totally uncalled for comments, and just answer your questions, even though it's obvious there's close to a foot of snow on the ground, and I'm standing here soaking wet."
"You are such an asshole, you know it?"
"Goddess, I don't want to fight," I say wearily. "I was wrong again, I should have told you about Molly and my Boss, but I dropped my phone in a puddle of slush, and that's not something I care to share on company equipment. But you really didn't give me much of a chance last night, did you?"
"You don't communicate with me Chris! You ramble on without ever getting to the point! I swear we could be talking about, I don't know, Santa Claus, and I'll say something, and you completely change the topic, or you run off to your sister, I feel like you can't open up to me!"
"Speaking of Santa Claus, the guys and I are running to Home Depot at one, and are hanging Christmas lights tomorrow."
"SEE! YOU JUST DID IT AGAIN! Unfuckingbelievable! We're arguing about communication, and you tell me your decorating for Christmas tomorrow!" Lisa storms up and gets right in my face, "you're driving me up a fucking wall here! Why are you doing this to me?"
I take a step back, and say "Goddess, you aren't going to like my answer, but if you order me to, I'll tell you why I do it."
Lisa grabs the front of my sweatshirt and sneers, "oh, I insist, Bitch."
"I do it when I know you're wrong, or already apologized for my mistake. You lose your temper over minor details, and would rather fight than take a step back and look at the big picture. I don't like fighting with you, so I try to change the subject."
"So you think I'm wrong all the time, do you?" Lisa asks in a dangerously sweet tone.
"See, you just did it yourself, only you key in on a few specific words I say, and deliberately choose to use them out of context to continue the fight!"
I can tell she wants to continue the fight, but if she does that's an admission that I'm right, so she's conflicted about what to do. "Go take a shower, you're all sweaty, and when you're done, I want French Toast and Sausage for breakfast." She finally says, conceding the argument. I quickly look to see what kind of bread we have, and it's not looking good, so I grab a bake yourself Italian loaf from the freezer, preheat the oven and grab a shower. When I return, clean and in fresh clothes, the dough is ready for the oven. While the bread bakes, I start the sausage, slice some bananas, toast some pecans, and whip the eggs, with a bit of vanilla extract. By the time the bread is cool enough to cut, everything else is done, so I dip the bread, and get the Toast going.
I start a fresh pot of coffee, and flip the toast before going to the office for Lisa. By the time we return, breakfast is ready for plating, and I add a shot of Whipped Cream to Lisa's.
"What the hell is this?" Lisa asks, looking at the fancy French Toast with pecans, banana slices, and whipped cream.
"Is there a problem Goddess?" I ask in alarm, I know she likes all the ingredients.
"Noooo, I was just expecting two or three pieces of bread dipped in egg, not all of this!"
"If you want me to make it that way..." I say as I warm up the syrup in the microwave.
"No, that's ok, I'll give this a try... Is the syrup ready yet?"
I bring her the warm syrup and ask, "may I eat too Goddess?" She gives me a strange look that confuses me, as if I should have known it was a silly question. "Be my guest, you made it after all."
I quickly plate a helping and pour us some coffee before joining her at the table. I have to admit, it's really fucking good! I've never made French Toast before, and I never had them with banana and pecans. I'm about to ask Lisa if she likes them, but I notice her plate is practically clean already. "Would you like some more Goddess?" I ask, after a drink of coffee.
"Are you kidding? I'm stuffed! But I do want these again tomorrow, with bacon... It's the best French Toast I've ever had!"
"Thank you Goddess, I'm very happy you liked them, I'll make sure we have everything before I go to Home Depot."
"How is it you're going to Home Depot again?" Her tone is calm, and reasonable.
"Tom and Geoff were clearing their driveways and as I shoveled, they cleared the girls, and Sophie brought out coffee. As we warmed up Tom asked when we were going to decorate for Christmas, and I told him honestly I never have before, so they offered to help tomorrow, and I told them I needed to buy lights."
"Wait! They cleared your sister's drive, but not ours?" She pauses as the rest sinks in, "Did you just say you never decorated for Christmas?"
I can't help but smile, she's doing it again! "They offered to do ours, but I wanted the work out. And you've met my parents, do they seem like the decorating type to you?"
"Point taken... Well I guess we're going to Home Depot today!"
"We, Goddess?"
"You don't think I'm letting YOU pick out a tree, do you? You'll probably come home with a Charlie Brown special!"
"Tree? Who the hell is Charlie Brown?"
While the guys and I grab the lights, Lisa disappears with a shopping cart. The next thing I know, her cart is full, and we're looking at trees. Lisa wants real, but I manage to talk her into a 7.5' artificial. She goes crazy buying ornaments, and tinsel, and who knows what else, and this little trip for lights ends up costing me twelve hundred bucks!
We get home and unload, I fix us sandwiches as Lisa starts cluttering up the house with Christmas stuff. WTF does anyone need a village on the mantle, or sa dancing Reindeer? Since it's only three, and the party starts at eight, she insists we set up the tree in the family room, in front of the French Doors leading to our deck. After I figure out the tree, I start picking up boxes and cartons and loading them into totes for the trip to the basement. By this time I'm sick of the Christmas music Lisa has on the stereo, and ready for a nap, but she corrals me into hanging ornaments with her. I finally get my nap at five, and sleep for two solid hours before Lisa mercilessly wakes me with a face full of snow. I'm not amused, But she seems to think it is. We arrive at the clubhouse at five to eight, and since this is her first appearance as my Domme, she insists she lead me in on a leash. "If you do ANYTHING to make me look bad, especially run that mouth of yours, it's the corset for a month, and it only comes off to bathe, got it?" Lisa tells me softly as we walk across the lot.
We step up to the greeters desk and a young submissive girl gives Lisa a dazzling smile and says, "Goddess Madsen, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last, Master has told me all about you, here are your chips, please have your boy on the floor and ready to serve by eight fifteen."
Lisa looks fantastic in a red leather mini, matching bustier, black stockings and her Leoboutin's. I, on the other hand am wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and my boots. Lisa leads me into the changing room and I step over to the rack of black and white dresses... New Dominants have to provide servers for our parties, providing they have one, so I knew I'd be changing here.
"Fraid not pet." Lisa says sweetly, I turn to see her glance at the pink and black dresses. "Since you can't seem to open up and trust me, I've decided that maybe I should enlist some help and teach you a lesson in trust."
I open my mouth to protest, doesn't she remember last time? But one look at her face has me meekly grabbing a dress and changing. Lisa hands me my Louboutin's, and a tube of long lasting hot pink lipstick and says, "five minutes." She gathers up my clothes and jacket and goes next door to secure our things in our locker.
I dress, paint my lips, and head out to the main hall to join the others serving tonight. A Master is in charge tonight and he steps over to me, "have you done this before, boy?" He asks in a gruff but friendly tone.
"Yes Sir, I know the drill."
"Excellent, we have a couple of virgins, make sure you set a good example tonight."
"Yes Master." I see there are only five of us in pink, and wonder where the sixth is. I join the whites behind the table and start loading plates. Two of the pinks follow me, but one young guy with a very athletic body just stands there looking stupid in his dress. He's joined by a blonde who looks like she just wants to chew gum and get fucked.
As I'm helping load the first trays of Canape's, I hear, "welcome back Sexy, it's good to see you on your feet again."
I turn to see Kelly and Shari standing there with the last server between them. "Thank you Domina, it's good to be back, how have you been?"
Kelly has a warm, inviting smile, and even Shari seems relaxed, and pleased to see me. "we've been good, let me introduce you to our new girl Cara, Cara this is Chris, he belongs to Goddess Lisa, and you should follow his lead tonight."
I'm a bit surprised to learn that Shari and Kelly are a couple, but I guess I shouldn't be, it's not like I was in a position to ask questions during our last encounter. "It would be a honor to assist you in whatever manner you wish Domina, I feel I owe you a debt of gratitude for taking care of me."
"Well," Shari says with a wink, "we may just have to look you up later on tonight,"
"I serve at your pleasure, Domina." The Dommes walk away, and Cara is watching me out of the corner of her eye as members I don't even know welcome me back warmly.
There's a bit of a lull as Master John prepares to say a few words to the party. Cara finally gets the nerve up to say, "you're like a celebrity around here, I didn't know Masters and Mistresses even noticed us, let alone wgo out of their way to greet us!"
"That's kind of a long story, but I'm nothing special, I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but was able to do the club a favor."
"Bullshit, neither of my Dommes would play with a boy unless he proved to be exceptional, yet they BOTH want to play with you, especially Mistress Shari, and she never plays with boys, or so I'm told!"
"Here, help me load these trays... I honestly don't know why your Domme's hold me in such high regards," I say as we work. "All I can tell you is I was put into a position that could cause a great deal of harm to many of the people here, but chose to do the right thing by going against my nature and lying to an authority figure."
Dr John welcomes everyone, wishing us all a Merry Christmas, and signals the party to begin.
"Alright people, thats our cue, let's get busy! And if I hear any complaints about any of you, we'll be forced to spend some quality time together, let's make them happy!"
I notice right away that the Jock is following every move I make, and at first it's annoying, but then I start to wonder if Molly sent him to hurt me in some way. I finish serving my first tray, and on the way back for a second when I decide to confront him. I stop in a relatively quiet corner of the warehouse, and rub at my knee as if it's bothering me. The boy stops about ten feet away, and looks around nervously. "You, come here, I need some help." I say just loud enough for him to hear over the party.
When he approaches, I see fear, not danger in his eyes, so I ask, "why are you following me? You can get us both in trouble, you know."
He looks around at all the leather clad people carrying whips, canes, and crops, and starts sweating. "you seemed to know what you were doing, and I noticed a lot of people saying hello to you, so I figured I could follow you and learn what I'm supposed to do!"
"What's your name?"
"Dean, Dean Sprague."
"Dean, didn't your Mistress... Or Master explain this to you?" I ask incredulously.
"Mistress? I'm here with my girlfriend and her two friends, she invited me to a kick ass party, and once we got here, she forced me to wear this, and told me to do what your doing."
"Hold on, are you telling me you didn't know what kind of party this was? And you're being forced into serving tonight?"
"Yeah, once we got here, she threatened to tell everyone at school about the kinky things we do... I could lose my scholarship if word gets around, you know?"
"Who is your girlfriend?" I ask, scanning the crowd.
"That's her by the hot blonde in the red mini... Her name is Melissa."
I close my eyes and curse, Melissa is standing next to Lisa, and their both staring at us. "Come on, follow me," I say as I lead him back to the banquet.
"Does Melissa have a last name?" I ask as I fake a limp back to the kitchen area.
"DuPont, why?"
"It's nothing, I thought I recognized her from somewhere, that's all." 'DuPont, now where have I heard that name before?' I walk up to the Master in charge of servers and say, "Master, I think I need to put some ice on my knee, could I see you in the kitchen?"
He shoots me a frown, looks at Dean with a get the fuck back to work look. "Master, we really need to talk... In private, him too."
"Fine! Jason, keep an eye on our servers, I'll be back in a minute." I lead the way to the back of the kitchen, away from the people prepping the food. "Well, what is this all about?" He asks sternly, noticing I lost my limp as soon as I entered the kitchen.
"Master, Dean here was never informed of his duties, and is serving against his will."
"Is this true, Boy?" The Master asks, slightly alarmed.
"Yes Sir, I was invited to a party, and once we got here, my girlfriend made me wear this dress, and threatened to tell everyone at school about the kinky stuff we did if I didn't serve. I was afraid I'd lose my scholarship, and my football career would be over if I didn't do as she demanded... I think she's paying me back for kissing Allison."
"SHIT! Why me?" The Master says, rolling his eyes. He looks at me and extends his hand, "Terry Folsum, thanks for bringing this to my attention, you did the right thing."
"Chris Madsen, thank you Sir... I'll get back to work now."
"What about me?" Dean asks in alarm, as he watches me walk away.
"Don't worry Son, I have an idea," is the last thing I hear before running into a pretty pissed off Lisa.
"I saw you limping, so help me God I'll break that knee if you make me look bad tonight!"
"Goddess, my knee is fine, we had a bit of a situation that needed to be taken care of delicately, let's go to the changing room so I can tell you in private."
Lisa snaps her leash on me and leads me out of the main hall, and into the changing room, once I close the door, I can see she's ready for a fight. "This better be good, you're supposed to be serving food right now!"
"Goddess, that boy Dean is being coerced into serving by his girlfriend... Not his Dominant, and had no idea what he was supposed to do. He doesn't know about the chips, or what they mean, and is here under duress because he kissed another girl."
Lisa takes a step back, and I see the anger change to horror, then pity for the young man. "So, you faked the limp to get the Master to come into the kitchen to explain the situation without causing a scene? How did you find out?" That's what I love about Lisa, she figures things out very quickly.
"I noticed him following me everywhere I went, and thought Molly might have sent him to hurt me again, so I confronted him. He confessed he didn't know what he was doing, and he saw that I did, so he followed me to learn the ropes."
Lisa tugs on the leash, pulling me into a deep, hard kiss. "You did good, Baby, real good! Now fix your lipstick and get back to work. I'll try to find out what's being done about the boy."
I return to the floor and continue passing out food for another hour, apparently everyone likes Dr John's spread. I find myself drawn into answering queries about my knee, despite the rule that I'm supposed to remain silent. As I continue my rounds I hear, "you, boy!" A chill runs down my spine as I have a flashback of the last time I heard those words here.
"Yes Domina?" I say as I turn to see Melissa DuPont looking at me, with two college age females standing by her side.
The flunkies giggle and check out my cock as they whisper "Ohh, Domina!" As if this is all a joke to them.
"Where is your partner? I haven't seen him in forty minutes!" Melissa demands to know.
"Partner Domina? We work solo at these events... If you're looking for my Dominant, SHE's wearing the red miniskirt, you were speaking to her earlier this evening."
"No asshole! I was speaking about the boy I saw you with... You went into the kitchen with that Terry guy, and I haven't seen him since."
"My name is Chris, not asshole, Mistress. I don't know where your boy is, perhaps you should speak to Master Folsum." My tone is calm and polite despite how I really feel about this bitch.
"Listen punk, do you know who I am?"
"Chris! Good to see you back... Ms DuPont, may we have a word, in private?" Steve Channer steps into view to shake my hand, before taking Melissa by her arm, and leading her towards the office. Her flunkies exchange worried looks and follow after her friend. I breathe a sigh of relief and turn to return my empty try.
Of course Lisa is standing there with her arms crossed. Only she's wearing a look of amusement now. "Pet Pet Pet, every time I turn around, I find you at odds with someone, what am I going to do with you?"
"I'm sorry Goddess, she confronted me, and I couldn't ignore her, could I?"
"Relax Baby, you handled her much better than I would have... I just came to tell you Dean is being taken care of, they found five Dommes to donate a chip to make it appear he's "properly humiliated" for that stupid bitch... I was about to step in to defend you, but Master Channer stopped me... Apparently he remembered my last confrontation here... We'll talk later."
We both smile at the memory, and she releases me to return to serving.
"Damn, I'd love to see THAT one with his panties down, skirt hiked up, and bent over in front of me!" Lisa turns to see a cute Redhead staring at my ass as I walk back to the buffet table.
She looks at Lisa with a wistful smile and thrusts her hand out. "Hi, Deirdre Sampson, do you know him?"
"Lisa Madsen, as a matter of fact, he's mine." Lisa says proudly.
"Really? Wow you're so lucky! He walks so naturally in those gorgeous shoes, did you train him?"
Lisa let's out a little giggle, "actually a woman in a dress shop taught him to walk like that, I'm responsible for the rest."
"Dress shop?" Deirdre says with a hint of excitement, "so you dress him fully? I bet he's fun to play with!"
"Well, if you have any chips, why don't you find out?"
In a tone dripping in disappointment, Deirdre says, "I'm here as a guest of a friend, this is my first party with this group. Besides, I prefer my boys fully dressed, and not in some tacky Maid's dress... Back in Valpo, I have this friend and we love to double team her sissy boyfriend."
"Valpo? Valparaiso Indiana?"
"Yeah, I'm a member of the NW Indiana BDSM group, but we have nothing like this place! All we have is an old barn we converted into a play space."
"How long are you in town for?"
"I usually come up twice a month, it's only a seventy minute drive, and I love Chicago."
"Well, maybe we can make some sort of arrangement in the future," Lisa says, checking out Deirdre's tight body, and cute face.
"Oh wow! I'd love to!" Deirdre says and impulsively throws her arms around Lisa. The hug quickly becomes a kiss on the lips, then a quick slip of the tongue, leaving Lisa caught off guard and breathless.
"I am so sorry," Deirdre says in shame, "I shouldn't have done that Lisa, I should just go now."
Lisa takes her head in her arms, and returns the kiss, leaving them both panting. "Would you like to see a picture of my pet fully dressed? She says, once she catches her breath.
"Oh yeah... That was, ah, yeah I'd like that very much." Deirdre says with glazed eyes...
I receive my first chip from a Dom/Domme Asian couple, if I'd had to guess, I'd say they were in their forties. She clips her lead on and leads me into the demonstration room. I'm very nervous, wondering what they have planned for me, when they lead me up onto the stage, and she politely asks me to strip. As I strip the Dom is busy pulling bundles of rope, all in different colors, and thickness out of a duffel bag. With a polite bow to me, then the small crowd that's gathered, the woman starts tying intricate knots around my ankles, working the rope up my legs, groin, torso, and arms. Within ten minutes, I'm completely immobile, wrapped in a complex web of knots.
While the Domme is working, the Dom is giving a detailed description of what she's doing. We receive a round of applause, then the Domme has me free in under three minutes, only to start all over with a different rope, and pattern. Lisa is in the front row of seats, whispering back and forth with a red haired pixie, during the show. We demonstrate five patterns, with five ropes before they wrap it up. We get a standing ovation, and we bow to the crowd, then each other before the Dom set's out stacks of step by step instructions as I dress. They both thank me, and bow one last time, before the Domme unsnaps her lead, freeing me for the next person who may want to use me.
'That wasn't so bad,' I think as I head out to the main hall. I'm making myself available by walking around the room when I hear, "hold it hotsuff, it's our turn to play." I turn to see Kelly and Shari smiling at me.
Shari snaps her lead on, while Kelly hands me two chips. They lead me into a room called the Harem, and I see it's decorated with silk pillows all across the floor, and multi colored semi transparent gauze curtains draped from the rafters. Shari orders me to strip, and get on hands and knees. I comply, and a naked Kelly lays on the pillows in front of me, as Shari kneels behind me. Kelly grabs my hair and drags my face between her legs as Shari slips into a latex elbow length glove, and warms me up for a fisting. Kelly has multiple orgasms thanks to my tongue, and Shari brings me to the edge myself a few times, but never let's me orgasm. Shari takes her time, and it takes thirty minutes for her to get her arm in. The feeling is incredible, I never thought I could open so wide."
They both kiss me sensually and point out the small bathroom so I can clean up, and use the toilet before returning to the floor. I get four steps into the main room before I'm approached by a man. He introduces himself as Sir Lion, I almost giggle when I think of a steak on the grill, but I manage to hold it in as he hands me chip number four, and snaps his lead onto my collar. He leads me upstairs, and we enter a room called The Gentlemen's Club.
This must be where our Old Guard and leather Daddy members must hang out. The room is decorated in a cross between an old English Pub, and a Biker bar. It's full of men, and the occasional Bull Dyke. They all turn and look at us as we enter, but soon return to their drinks and conversations. Lion leads me to a room behind the bar where one wall is a giant mirror. I bet myself that it's actually a two way mirror, and everyone sitting at the bar can watch the action.
Loin wastes no time unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. It's about seven inches, and average girth, so I have no problems deep throating him. He has me blow him for fifteen minutes, but doesn't cum. He orders me to stand and lean against the glass as he drops Trou, and lubes me up. Frankly, after the fisting I don't feel much, but he seems happy and cums quickly. "You're not done yet boy," he says and hands me another chip.
I turn to see what else he'd like and he points to a pillow sitting next to the South wall. "Go kneel facing the wall, you'll know what to do." I do as I'm ordered, and hear him pull his pants up and leave the room.
As I get closer to the spot I'm supposed to kneel at, I notice the fucking Glory holes. Sure enough, as soon as I kneel three cocks appear in the holes, I use both hands and my mouth, but it still takes thirty minutes to get all three dicks off. I swallow all three loads, and Lion returns to lead me to the bathroom to clean up. He tells me I have fifteen minutes left before I need to return to the floor, and offers me a beer. I thank him, and feel a little awkward sitting at the bar wearing a dress, but the beer is damn good, and I have a second before it's time for me to go.
I pass Master Channer as he enters the bar with his boy, and he pulls me aside to thank me for the way I handled the Dean situation. "That's two we owe you Chris, keep it up and you'll be running the place."
"Do you really want a slave running this place? It might go to my head," I joke in reply. He slaps my back with a laugh, and joins his boy in a booth. I leave the bar and head downstairs, I'm hoping to find Lisa and her willingness to go home, but I find Mary instead... Or more appropriately, she finds me.
"There you are! I've been looking for you all night!" She's smiling, but can't quite hide the gleam in her eye as she stares at me. She's wearing a black leather dress, that hugs her thin body all the way down to her ankles, and five inch spiked boots.
I smile back and reply, "at your service, Domina." She hugs and kisses my lips before snapping her lead on, and sticking her chip into my apron pocket.
Her hand lingers, teasing my cock as she whispers, "I hear you saved the day once again my boy, well done."
In an equally low tone I say, "thank you Domina, I really feel sorry for the guy."
"I do love the way you say Domina, it's like music to my ears... Shall we play?" I think of Nikki, and the way she loved my begging, and wonder why I couldn't have been this suave in high school.
I'm hoping she leads me to the Grotto room because I'm dying to see it, but she leads me to the giant St. Andrews Cross dominating the center of the main hall. 'Oh great, a show for everyone to watch!' I think, as Mary removes my dress for me. She secures me facing the cross and instructs a few submissive's to set up a ten foot perimeter with posts and red velvet ropes like they use for lanes at banks, around us. Mary steps up onto the small platform at the base of the cross and starts stroking my head soothingly as she whispers, "relax Chris, I promise this won't hurt bad, but it will sound scary, so try not to flinch, ok?" Mary caresses my ass, and steps down off the platform.
"PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU STAY BEHIND THE ROPE FOLKS, IT'S THERE FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY." Mary calls out, and my legs start to quiver in fear.
I hear her take a dozen or so steps back, and the sound of something sliding on the floor. The crowd let's out a loud gasp, just before I hear *CRAAACK!* My body flinches, despite Mary's warning, so she barks out "remember my instructions boy, control yourself!"
I take a deep breath to calm myself, it really wouldn't look good if I pissed myself right now... Something caresses my back, like a lover's gentle touch just before I hear the *CRAAACK* again. I flinch a little, but there's no pain! I visibly relax, and Mary notices, because the touches come faster, and a little harder, so does the cracking sound. My back and ass are starting to sting, and I can feel the heat radiating off me, when Mary pauses to change Singletails.
She steps up and caresses my hair again as she whispers, "you're doing wonderful, my boy, can you handle more?"
I floating in a cloud of endorphins now, and in a dream like state whisper, "yes Domina, please don't stop." She caresses my ass once more, and steps down. Her next strikes are a little heavier, and my back starts to stripe, but she raises no welts, nor does she break the skin. I can hear excited murmuring coming from the crowd as I feel four quick stripes in a M parretn between my shoulderblades, and one final sting to my balls. When Mary steps back the crowd erupts into loud applause. It lasts a good five minutes, then Mary releases me from the cross, and holds me in her lap, caressing me until I come out of subspace. After ten minutes of cuddling, she helps me to my feet, and leads me to the center of the roped off area for another round of applause. "Thank you boy, that was a incredible performance for your first time." She kisses me very sensually, and helps me dress, before releasing her lead from my collar.
Lisa steps up and praises Mary's demonstration, the red head is at her side. The ropes disappear and the crowd closes in around us, buzzing about Mary's incredible skill with a whip. Before anyone else can hand me a chip, Lisa snaps her leash on me, and says, "I think you've had enough serving for tonight."
I am emotionally and physically spent, as members are coming up to us completing me on the demonstration. I keep mumbling thanks as Lisa leads me to a sitting area, she pulls me into her lap and hugs me as the red head sits next to us, talking about how skillful Mary is with her whips.
"You were a very good boy," Lisa whispers as she rubs my back. "I am so proud of you, first the Shibari demo, then the whipping, everyone is talking about us."
"I am happy you are pleased Goddess, I was afraid I'd pee myself and make you look bad." I say clinging to her and weeping softly.
"But you didn't, everybody complemented me on your training, Shh no need to cry pet. I've got you... I'll always have you... Just say the word, and we can go home."
"Can we see the Grotto first Goddess? I'd like to know what everyone's talking about."
"Not tonight Baby, you've had enough for tonight." I stand, and get a good look at the red head for the first time. She's very pretty, standing 5'3, with a physical trainer's hard body.
"Pet, this is my friend Deirdre from Indiana, Deirdre, this is my boy Chris." Lisa makes the introductions, and I wonder where Lisa knows her from, she looks slightly familiar, but my fog laced brain can't make the connection.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Deirdre, will you be coming home with us tonight?"
"The pleasure is all mine Chris, I've never seen anything like that demo, it was incredible... No I won't be joining you tonight, I'm here with a friend... Perhaps another time?"
"We would like that," I say with a smile.
"Speaking of my friend, I better go find him and remind him I'm still here, Lisa, give me a call next week, maybe we can arrange something."
"I will, thanks," they kiss and Lisa watches her walk away with a lustful glint in her eyes. Again, I receive pats on the back, and compliments as we say our good nights, and head home.
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"Well, how did it go?" Molly asks Mandy over the phone, as Mandy climbs into her rental outside the club.
"That club is awesome, I've never seen anything like it! Lisa made Chris do that serving thing, and he did a demo with a lady called Mary Norris... Sissy, that woman is a fucking master with a whip!"
"I'm well aware of Mary fucking Norris and her fucking whips!" Molly says angrily, and with more than a little jealousy. "all I want to know is, you were able to seduce Lisa, so we can go forward with my plan!"
"Relax Molls, she was putty in my hands! She'll call me and invite me over for the weekend by Tuesday, I guarantee it! By the way, getting me that cell from Indiana was a great idea."
"And if she doesn't?" Molly asks, ignoring the praise.
"Then I'll break in Saturday night, kick their asses, and call you when I have them secured... But it won't come to that, I promise... When are you going to fill me in on the rest of your plan, like you promised?"
"As soon as the Cunt calls you and invites you over... Now make sure you're not followed coming back here!"
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