Meeting the Director of Sunny Manor

My sister Lucy was bouncing off the walls to get out of the house and explore. If given a choice between leaving the house and Xbox I would usually always choose Xbox. That being said the fact that there were real naked girls outside made me excited about going outside as well.

I could never read Simon to know for sure how he felt. He was usually only excited about money but he seemed ready to get out of the house as well! My Dad was feeling pretty confident with the new household. The only real hold out was Lindsay who was ready to be a total wet blanket about everything. She did seem to be coming around to the ostentatious house but she didn’t want to openly admit it. I knew she didn’t want to hear my dad say “See! I told you that you would like it!”

Lucy was bing-bonging around Mary, who was now called “Charity” and asking her questions about her new name and what it meant to be a slave. It made my dad uncomfortable but he permitted it. My little sister wanted to know if she too could have a new name. She suggested Elsa the Princess from Frozen but then said she was more like Ann the “Good Sister.” That comment was enough to get my sister into one of her pissy moods. I just wanted to play Xbox.

Dad said that he needed to check-in at the community center, and we were all going to come with him. “There is a tour and a community orientation you have to go through!” he said as he led us out to our spacious garage.

“Should I stay here and unpack, Sir?” Charity asked him. Her tone suggested she would much rather stay home and get things organized then explore the community.

“No, you need to go through orientation as well,” Dad said as he lifted off the plastic from our brand new golf-cart. This wasn’t an ordinary golf cart either. This thing seated four people in front and two in the back. It had oversized tires, and it was cherry red.

“Every house gets one!” Dad said excitedly. It did seem pretty cool to have our own golf cart. I didn’t plan to play golf but we had seen people riding them around the neighborhood when we arrived.

“Why don’t we just drive though? I don’t want to get on that crazy thing, I wouldn’t be seen dead in that!” Lindsay protested the very notion of getting a golf cart contraption.

Until Dad tossed her the keys and said, “You drive.”

Lindsay had her license, but Dad didn’t usually let her drive the car. She was surprisingly ecstatic and suddenly not worried about being seen in a golf cart.

We all piled into the cart. I had to sit on the rear-facing seat in the back. Charity sat next to me. She buckled herself in, but she was otherwise naked.

I would like you to take a moment to imagine sitting shoulder to shoulder with a naked woman for the first time. My elbow is literally touching her bare elbow and her tits are right there next to me. Something as mundane as strapping herself in with the seat belt across her bare chest became an exercise in erotica. The black material fully covered one nipple and pushed her tit down almost crushing it as she clicked it into place to secure herself in the backseat.

“Aren’t you going to do it?” she said.

“Do it?” I got a hard-on at the mere suggestion.

“Strap yourself in?” She asked me. I sighed and strapped myself into the rear seat. I don’t know what I expected she was really suggesting. I guess I was so horny at that moment it didn’t have to be much to get me excited.

I had never sat next to a naked woman before. I blushed and tried to look straight ahead and keep my eyes off of Charity. Once Lindsay started up the cart and giggled after she shifted into reverse the buggy jiggled. I couldn’t resist the temptation of sidelong glances at Charity’s tits bouncing. They must bounce that way every night for my father when he fucked her! I hated picturing that torrid scene but I did! Jiggling, bouncing tits.

I did TRY to be a little discrete while I looked at her tits.

Simon yelled enthusiastically like he was ready for a thrill ride at a theme park, “Look out world! Here we come!”

My sister turned the cart around and sped down the driveway like a mad-woman after she opened the garage. Every little bump in the sidewalk made Charity’s tits bounce and jiggle like two sacks of the creamiest milk hung on her chest.

“Do you like it here?” I tried to make awkward conversation with her. It was also a good cover for looking to my left constantly to check out her jiggly-boobs.

“So far, yes, what about you, Matt?” she asked me. We rarely ever talked, and when we did, it was usually her asking me if I wanted some snacks or a drink while I gamed.

“I mean it is a lot to take in at once,” I said as I scanned the street. My sister was zig-zagging the cart, trying to get it straight while my Dad patiently tried to help. Simon and Lucy were having fun pretending they were in a roller coaster. We were in no real danger. There were no cars on the street, and there weren’t many people walking around on the sidewalk either. We saw a naked blonde woman with a collar like Charity gardening in her yard. She was in her late fifties, and she had gold hoops hanging from her nipples as large as my fists. Her tits hung down on her chest like flapjacks. She looked like she was from Norway – blonde, blue eyes, very pale skin.

I like fake tits that stick straight up. I like tits that hang down naturally like the ones bobbing up and down on Charity’s chest. I have to admit, I even though those Golden Girl titties were sexy – especially with the golden hoops hanging down. I imagined someone had hung the heavy hoops to train them to hang straight down.

The older naked woman waved at us as we drove by, but when she saw Charity sitting on the back of the cart, she looked angry and stopped gardening. I wasn’t sure if she was jealous or offended.

“Yes, it is a lot to take in at once. I hope that my nudity doesn’t offend you?” She asked me.

How could it offend me? The blueballs I’d probably get from thinking about it all the time might bother me, but they hadn’t set in yet. I knew they would, though. “No, I am really okay with it,” I said awkwardly. I didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic, but at the same time, I didn’t want to act like I was disgusted by her.

We sat in silence for a little longer as my sister got a little better with the cart. She stopped abruptly to let someone cross the road. It was a man and a woman naked on a bicycle!

“I just saw a woman’s butt on a bicycle, and a dude’s butt on a bicycle!” I mumbled to myself as I watched them peddle away. I wondered if they left sweat or cum drippings on their seats or not.

“Yes, that was pretty unusual,” Charity smiled in agreement. I hadn’t intended to say that to her. She must have thought I was really weird for noticing and getting excited about it. I wasn’t sure if she was patronizing me by pretending to be shocked and amazed or if she was just as amazed that a place like this was allowed to exist.

“How do they get away with public indecency laws here?” I asked her. I am shy and I was a little intimidated to talk to her while she was naked but once I started talking I couldn’t stop. It was also a natural cover to look at her tits while I did.

“I was told that they are registered with the American Association of Naturist Resorts and since everyone has to adhere to a code of conduct that it is permitted in the gated community. Your father told me there hadn’t been a major crime here in the fifteen-year history of the community. They carefully screen all visitors, and there are security cameras everywhere. We are probably safer here than we would ever be fully clothed on Cheshire Bridge Road.

I knew about Cheshire, but I had never been there at night. It is a street that supposedly comes to life after hours with strip clubs, drag performance venues, and adult shops. I asked her if she had ever been there.

Charity’s face brightened when I asked about her. She told me Cheshire was where she met my father. “We go there all the time,” she started to explain and then stopped abruptly. “I probably shouldn’t tell you more than that. That is a conversation for your father,” she said.

I didn’t think I had much choice in the matter anyway. She would legally be my stepmom. I did not think there were many guys my age who had sat right next to their step mom while her perfect tits flapped in the wind.

“You and he are going to be married! That makes you my stepmom,” I reminded her.

“Yes, and I am looking forward to that role. I am glad you would consider me your step mother. There are some in the family that may not, but it isn’t my place to talk about that,” Charity said.

I wanted to tell her that she could talk about anything she wanted, but we were already at the community center.

“Woot! Woot! I got you all here in one piece!” Lindsay danced out of the cart and congratulated herself on a job well done.

Dad asked me if I wanted to drive the cart back and tossed the keys to me. I nearly dropped them because I am not very coordinated outside of video games.

“Me?” I was shocked.

“Yeah, you are old enough to get your learners permit, and you need the practice!” Dad said.

“Not bloody likely,” my sister yoinked the keys out of my hands and said she wanted to drive it back.

Dad patted me on the shoulder and told me that I would have plenty of chances to “Drive her around and get some use out of her,” he said.

I got a boner when I pretended he meant Charity and not the golf cart.

The community center was much busier than I would have expected. We used to live in apartment with a community center and other than people who were there to pay their rent and an occasional birthday party it was usually vacant.

There was a very affluent looking grey-haired gentleman who was dressed in a pair of latex shorts. His blonde wife looked twenty years younger than him. She was on all fours on a leash. I could not only see the pink of her bald pussy from behind but a silver buttplug between her ass cheeks.

The man ignored us and stuck his nose up at me when I stared a little too long at his wife.

Once we were inside the community center lobby, it looked well-furnished but very mundane. There was a fireplace, bar, couches, and tables for people to throw cocktail parties. There was a ping pong table, and two kids (fully dressed) were playing. My Dad poked me and said, “They don’t need an Xbox to have fun,” and suggested I join them later.

“Ping pong is a two-player game, Dad” I chuckled. I had no intention of doing that.

The receptionist was pretty, and she was dressed in a purple office suit. She had glasses and had her hair up in a bun. She looked like any normal receptionist sitting behind a desk. Dad walked up and introduced himself and said he was a new resident who wanted a tour.

I decided that the place didn’t seem all that over-the-top after all. I certainly didn’t mind seeing naked women now and then, and I couldn’t complain about the amazing house either.

“Right this way, a tour will be provided for you, Sir,” the red-headed woman said and introduced herself as Angelica. She told us she would be at our service. I liked imagining that meant she’d do whatever I told her. When Angelica stood up, we could all see that she had been SITTING on a vibrating dildo and was completely naked from the waist down except for garters, black lace stockings, and purple high heels. She was clearly aroused, and yet she acted like this intimate act was quite normal.

Dad even looked shocked as the woman slid her pussy off the dildo machine and bent over at the waist to turn it off. She had a butt plug much like the one the woman outside on all fours had on.

“I didn’t realize sexual activity was permitted in the community center. I probably shouldn’t have brought my kids?” Dad asked her with concern on his face. My dad was making a statement more than he was asking a question. It was something he told us never to do and a personal pet peeve of his. I could tell he was a bit shaken when he did that. Sunny Manor was clearly a little more than he had anticipated from the brochures!

“Sexual ejaculation is not permitted in any common areas within Sunny Manor, Sir,” the woman said without any look of concern. “This is a private membership club, so everyone is well screened. Your children are in no danger when they are here and always welcome,” she explained to my father as if she were reading from a membership FAQ.

“No, I just meant that I didn’t realize there would be Sybians out in the open,” Dad looked uncomfortable and apologetic.

“It is a kink-friendly community, Sir. I apologize if that offends you. I have some coloring books for your kids to keep them occupied if you would like to talk to the Director about refunding your membership?” she suggested politely.

Lindsay put her hands on her hips and glared at my father. The look on my older sister’s face screamed, “I told you so!”

All she needed was that facial expression. It was louder than words. Dad had fucked up and she was going to never let him live that down.

“They are a bit too old for coloring books, but I do need to talk to the director,” My father seemed shaky. He wasn’t going to let Lindsay have the last laugh either. “Take us to the Director and we’ll sort it all out,” My dad asked somberly.

“Yes Sir,” Angelica wiggled her ass as she walked in such a way that I was mesmerized as she led us through the community main hall to the Director’s office.

“Why don’t you ask if she can pull her ass cheeks apart and you can climb inside her butthole and ride the rest of the way?” Lindsay teased me when she noticed I was staring at Angelica’s butt. I didn’t say anything - what could I say? I was red-faced and embarrassed.

The Director’s office was spacious and inviting. Mahogany desk, ornate Persian rug, cigar box on the table, it looked like the kind of office Richie Rich’s dad would have.

“Hello, I am Director Davidson,” a red-headed man in his late forties with curly hair smiled as we entered. He wasn’t what I expected at all. I was picturing a monocle-wearing Bond villain stroking a hairless cat. “I hope my daughter was polite?” he asked.

Angelica was clearly his daughter. Angelica stood at attention and waited with her legs apart.

“Yes, yes, she was quite accommodating,” Dad said as he introduced himself as Eric Camden.

“You are dismissed Angelica,” the Director told his daughter gruffly. Angelica didn’t leave immediately though. She stood in the background observing. “I know who you are Mr. Camden. I am on the board that approves memberships. I appreciate you arriving promptly for your tour. I see that your slave is already naked. That is fantastic that you are acclimating to our way of doing things” he told my father.

“Yes, her name is Charity. I have a Spring wedding planned, but I couldn’t wait to put the collar on her after we arrived,” Dad answered excitedly. My father clearly wanted to discuss everything else but he had to get through the introductions first.

“Charity? A good choice for a slave name. One of the seven virtues. She is so named because she must exemplify the virtue in her service?” Eddie asked.

My father nodded that was the case.

“I should have named my daughter’s Patience and Humility because they have neither,” he said as he cleared his throat to remind Angelica to leave. She answered “Yes Master, I am sorry. I was just waiting to see if you need anything” and turned on her heel and wiggled her ass as she walked away.

“If I need anything I’ll be sure to ring your bell. I do love watching you leave, my dear” he teased his daughter as she left the room. Eddie held us his finger and made us wait for a minute and then he rang a silver bell on his desk.

Angelica cried out in a frustrated anguish and walked back in to the room. “Yes, Master?”

“I did not see that you had your butt plug in when you were here. Spread your cheeks for me, please?” he said.

“Yes Master,” Angelica turned around and spread her ass cheeks wide revealing the bejeweled buttplug clenched between her cheeks and her wet, bald pussy lips. I nearly fell out of the padded leather chair I was sitting in.

“My Daughter is a bit of an extrovert. She likes being on display. That is why I require her to wear the top when she is working the front office. You may close your ass cheeks now, Angelica. I’ve seen enough. Please return to your Sybian and continue your training,” He said.

“Yes Master, thank you,” Angelica let her ass cheeks flap back together. The hot red heads ass was tight and when she released her cheeks they sprung back together like an steel bear trap snapping shut. Once again, she sashayed out of the room. I thought I heard her mumble something under her breath about hoping her father would let her finish what she was doing.

“What was that Angelica?” Eddie asked as she left.

“Nothing Master,” Angelica stopped, turned and spoke to him at the door.

“I am far too lenient on you. See that the nothings you are whispering cease effective immediately or you will join your sister on her jog around the park,” he said.

“Yes Master, immediately,” Angelica acquiesced immediately and left politely.

“You are just being mean to your daughter!” Lucy protested.

“You are just a big bully who likes to tell women what to do and treat them like sex objects!” Lindsay added defiantly

“My dear, what do you know about BDSM? Do you even know what it stands for?” he asked.

“Sure!” Lindsay insisted. When the Director asked her to tell him she guessed “Big Drunken Satanic Massacre?”

Mr. Davidson and my father had a good laugh at that.

“Some might say that but those people would be wrong,” Mr. Davidson rang the silver bell again.

Once again there was an audible sigh but the red-headed receptionist returned as she had earlier to obey her Master.

“Are you happy in my service, Angelica?” Mr. Davidson asked her.

“Yes Master, very much so!” he asked her.

“Am I a big bully that treats you like a sex object?” Mr. Davidson repeated my sister’s accusations.

“I wish, Sir” Angelica said candidly before realizing it was a serious question. “You have to be strict on me because I am a willful, disobedient, lazy, manipulative cunt, Sir. I asked that you train me because I do not like the choices I make when they are left up to me. I understand that part of that training requires you to be cruel, strict, and make fun of my many shortcomings. I welcome that because without it I would not take it seriously,” she answered.

“You didn’t ask me to train you. You BEGGED me to train you,” Mr. Davidson reminded his daughter. “Have I ever been abusive to you, your sister, or any one?” he asked after he made his first point...

“Never Master, there are times I wish you would be stricter on me but I trust that you understand my limits, boundaries and what level of training I am capable of learning from,” she explained.

“Tell these young ladies what BDSM stands for and means to you?” he instructed his daughter.

“BDSM is defined many different ways by people of all walks of life. My own personal interpretation is that the letter’s stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. In my own case, it is a way of life and such a part of me that I could not imagine a life without it. For many years, even growing up here in Sunny Manor I equated strength of will with dominance. I have come to learn that there is a quiet strength in surrendering control over yourself to someone else’s will. I have come to believe that submission is freedom from making terrible decisions but not freedom from consequences. I don’t suppose any of that makes any sense to you because to you it probably looks like sex toys, whips, and chains. I don’t blame you, on the surface that is what I thought it was too from the outside. I realize now that sex is just a byproduct of the training. You saw me in there on the sybian training and probably thought I was this crazy bitch who gets off on fucking herself in public, Ma’am?” she asked my sister.

Lindsay looked overwhelmed but nodded yes.

“I do get off on being watched on some level,” Angelica admitted. That was the hottest thing she said so far. “I train my holes to accommodate the many tasks before me. The cunt is the most sensitive part of my body and one of the most intimate. The ritual of sitting on the Sybian while my father changes the massage patterns from his office is a form of submission to him. I cannot choose and any time he rings the bell I must slide off completely. It usually happens just as I am on the edge of orgasm. He calls me in here for things like this all day long. It is intensely frustrating and yet it constantly reinforces that he holds that power to ring the bell. Does that make sense, Ma’am?” she asked.

“Nope,” Lindsay was checking out her phone and not listening.

“I tried, Sir” she told her father.

“It was a good attempt. People can only learn when they are receptive and willing to understand. The cell phone is a distraction and one reason I don’t carry one,” he said as he dismissed his sexy daughter again.

“It is also so you don’t have to take calls from home owners complaining and I have to answer those,” Angelica mumbled.

“What was that? I heard another nothing,” he said as she walked out. His daughter apologized profusely and shut the door.

“I assure you that I will deal with that rudeness later. I would address it right now but that is what she wants. Angelica is needy and a spoiled brat at times. She will keep poking and prodding until I give her the discipline she craves to keep her in line,” Mr. Davidson said.

“I understand,” My Dad seemed floored by all of this.

“Now, where were we? Oh the tour?” Mr. Davidson asked. “We may as well get this out of the way first, “Turn around and spread your ass cheeks, Charity,” the Director ordered abruptly. Everyone, even Dad and Charity were stunned that he would instruct my future step mom the say was as he had his daughter.

The Director looked at my father with concern on his face. “Your slave isn’t very obedient. I see you didn’t bring a crop. Do you need to borrow one of mine?” the Director slid a desk door open and produced several riding crops of various sizes.

“She is my slave.” Dad explained that HE and only HE would be the one giving her orders.

“Charity is most certainly your slave and your responsibility. Your name is on his collar but if you look closely Sunny Manor’s logo is there too. That means she reflects on all of us here and if she is disobedient and untrained, then that is everyone’s shame. Your slave must still adhere to certain community standards. These standards are in place for a reason. They apply consistently and at all times within our community. When there is a breakdown, and they are not adhered to, we expect a slave’s owner to make the necessary attitude adjustments. If they do not then they risk setting a bad example other slaves that live under blissful domestic discipline,” he said. “There is nothing that will diminish your control or ownership of your slave. The intention is that as a community we share a burden built upon mutual trust and respect,” he said.

I wasn’t sure what the Director meant. I assumed he was saying that if Dad lets his slave be lazy and not follow the rules that sets a bad example to all the others, and then the slaves start questioning why they should take any of the rules so seriously. It all becomes a silly little roleplaying game at that point without consequence.

“All slaves must wear their butt plugs in common areas at all times. It is a simple common courtesy. Have you ever seen a cat’s asshole when their tail is sticking straight up? Now, What you do in your home is your business with your slave, but in public, we expect all slave anuses covered. Any free person has the responsibility to demand a slave demonstrate she has her plug in her ass. I take it Charity came here without a plug?”

“Yes, but we didn’t know,” Dad seemed confused, and so did the rest of us.

“Did you even read the handbook?” the Director asked my Dad skeptically.

“Yes, but I’ve been a Master for 17 years. I know about safe, sane and consensual,” my Dad started to explain that he was well versed in BDSM public play etiquette.

The Director sighed. “If you add up the years of experience combined in all the dominants in Sunny Manor the figure would total in the centuries. Experience doing something wrong for many years doesn’t make it any better,” Eddie said harshly before apologizing. “I am not saying what you did was wrong before but it is wrong for Sunny Manor. I would rather have someone like either of your sons move in here who know absolutely nothing about the BDSM world so that we can teach them how we do it. Do you how difficult it is to teach a man like you who already thinks he knows everything?”

My Dad looked offended, but Eddie apologized.

“We emailed it to you. We mailed you a copy. We made you sign a letter in the middle of the book and send it back. Let me guess, you found that letter, tore it out, signed like you would click a user agreement on Facebook?” he asked my father.

“Okay, I did some research about this place. I’ve been on the waiting list for three years, and then last year I was considered for membership. When a house finally came on the market, I bought it. I am not going to tell you I read the handbook cover to cover, but I did skim it. I am sorry for breaking the rules,” my Dad admitted.

“I admire your honesty, and I admire your willingness to admit you made a mistake. These are two lessons I am still trying to teach my slaves,” the Director said. I was impressed that he had slaves as in plural! Did they all look as hot as his daughter? Did he have sex with his daughter?

“Mr. Davidson, it has been my dream to live at Sunny Manor. I am normally very thorough and precise, but in my arrogance, I’ve made a huge mistake and not understood the expectations. I would like to withdraw my membership if that is alright with you,” he said.

I felt bad for my father. I could tell Charity, Simon and Lucy did too. My sister looked conflicted. On the one hand, she was ready to do a victory dance about my father being wrong, and on the other, she liked the new house and the golf cart a lot.

“Call me Eddie,” the Director told my father with a genuine look of concern on his face. “If you decline your membership, you would not only forfeit your membership fees, your utility deposit, your homeownership association fees, and unfortunately as a non-member, your house would revert back to our internal real estate owned team and be sold at market value. Anything above what you paid would be provided to you at that time,”

My father started to get angry and said that was nearly 850,000 dollars. “I financed most of that. I would never be able to pay it back, and I make too much to file bankruptcy. Is that the tactic of this community? Get people to buy in and then scare them off and take their homes.”

Eddie looked at my father like he couldn’t be serious. “You see all the happy people living as they choose here? Do you think we could build a sustainable business model that involves ripping off people? I am trying to help you. We cannot allow the house to remain with you because as a private membership club, we reserve the right to vet anyone who lives here. We’ve had people come and discover that this lifestyle is not for them and I don’t blame you. I raised my kids here, and they love it. My son is my next-door neighbor!” he said.

My Dad apologized and said it was just a lot to take in.

“Here is what I propose,” Eddie said with a calm demeanor. Eddie reminded me of my Dad because he always seemed to have a plan, and he seemed like someone who wanted to help us. “I will give you the tour. I will explain the rules. I’ll introduce you to some people that live here, and you can talk to them as well. You stay for the weekend. Give it 48 hours and if you still want to pull up stakes, then go with my blessing. I can’t do a lot about the money you have invested. We spent a lot of time and energy developing this community, and I stand behind our rules. I know it may sound silly, but there is a method behind the madness,” he said.

“Thank you, Sir,” my Dad said and accepted his offer.

“Great, now I’ve got some spare butt plugs here,” Eddie reached into the desk and took out several for Charity to choose from. He had some rubber ones that looked like black turnips. He had a stainless steel one with a pretty gem on the back. He had one that was shaped like a long red finger with curves or perhaps like a very skinny dick. “I don’t have many here. Is she a small, medium, or large?” he asked.

“You are serious?” my Dad was a little flabbergasted.

“I am afraid that she has to be plugged in public. Is anyone else here a slave?” he looked around at us and most specifically Lindsay.

“Absolutely Not!” Lindsay shrieked.

“You remind me of Angelica at that age,” Eddie smirked knowingly.

“There are two kinds of people that live here. There are free people and submissives. You can always tell a submissive because they have a collar on. If they have on an eternity collar like your fiance, then they are a slave. They have very specific rules of behavior in public,” he explained. “If they have anything else they are considered a submissive. Submissives don’t have nearly as many expectations as a slave and while they don’t HAVE to wear a butt plug they still aren’t allowed to sit on furniture,” Eddie explained adding as an explanation “Butt sweat!”