Chapter 5

WTF! Who was outside my house? I got to the door and just as I opened it, it was pushed open from the outside hitting me in the face and chest. Stumbling backward I ended up sitting on the corner table next to the couch, and my pistol was now under my butt. I had laid it on the table last night after getting over the view both ladies had created, and my hand automatically reached under for it.

Two male asshole / dickhead / shit for brains (take your pick) were coming in the door. The first guy was about 5’8”, 200 lbs. (mostly belly), dirty shaggy neck length blond hair, with a dark green t-shirt and torn up jeans. The second guy was black, probably Cuban or one of those Caribbean Islanders. He was close to 6 feet, maybe 5 foot 10 inches, and about 150-175 lbs.; skinny but fit, bald, and wearing a dark navy polo shirt and Khaki cargo pants.

I was guessing this because he was doing the talking. He was saying how they had seen us at the restaurant and felt I needed some help with the two young lasses as I was too old to take proper care of them by myself. Both were laughing at this comment.

The girls had yelped and tried to cover themselves.

As I gripped the pistol and stood, I spoke. “Thanks for the offer but I think you will find that it would be in your best interests to leave: RIGHT NOW!”.

This stopped them from continuing toward the girls and had them both turning to look at me. Obviously neither felt I was a threat, but they were shocked to see the pistol.

WEUSALL at once took control of their bodies and froze them in place. This freaked them out more than the pistol did. I just casually pointed the pistol at each guy’s head and said, “Bang!” then said, “See if you can outrun a bullet. I am going to count to five and then we can see. ONE! -”

WEUSALL released them as I called, “TWO!” They were now fighting to get out the door. “THREE!”

The girls were now laughing as I stepped to the doorway, “FOUR!”

The black guy was getting in the driver’s side as the white guy dove through the passenger window. “FIVE!” I shot into the air as the car peeled out in reverse, wheels screaming with the gas pedal jammed down.

“That was interesting – not!” I commented.

Both girls looked at each other and with a smile they knelt again.

“Soooo ... where were we? Ah, yes. We were about to discuss accepting Tia as my sub or slave and the rules this decision would require. First, do you, Tia, agree to serve me as my submissive/slave?”

Tia moved to a semi-kneeling position and said, “I hereby do freely submit without any reservation or coercion as your willing ‘Slave!’, unconditionally and totally, starting immediately.”

I thought to WEUSALL while I declared, “I accept you TIA as my slave with this collar and matching cuffs.” WEUSALL created the same style for Tia that ReAn had; the difference being ReAn’s were platinum colored and Tia were gold colored.

It was then decided jointly by both girls that I needed to consummate the deal. This led to several hours of sex leaving all three of us worn out and sleeping until dinner time.