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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.

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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.

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