Chapter 20

“It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.” ― Marlene Dietrich

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” ― Margaret Mead

“It matters not if two wrongs make a right, if one of them isn’t even wrong in that context at all.” - Col. Jack Harrison

Once we got home, I found my four slaves already waiting for me, though how they got there, I wasn’t sure. They were all naked, of course, their hands caressing each other as they knelt before me in apparent obeisance to me. Bert Bamburg soon joined them, as did Jamie Lazaro, kneeling next to the others. I wasn’t sure what exactly to expect from these folks, other than their symbolic acts of submission.

“So, we have our ... subbies, I see. Our slaves. Whatever. What else, beyond supper and plans for all of us moving in together ... and presumably a good amount of hot, sweaty sex?” I dared to wonder aloud.

“Okay, yeah ... so, I want to be a slave, too. Jack’s, of course. That gives you five,” Caressa, my loving cousin, openly told me.

“That’s me, too. I want to be Jack’s slave as well,” Billie Heartfelt pleaded for a chance to serve me for good.

“Yes, I want to serve Julie,” Ted informed his sister ... and everyone else.

“So, that’s ... six slaves for me, three for Julie. Gotcha,” I took stock of my chattel.

“Seven slaves for you, counting me,” Louisa told us all, causing my jaw to almost drop.

Seven slaves? Seriously? I wondered how this would all work, but I realized that I would just have to adapt to the new arrangement, which admittedly had its attractions as well as its issues. Julie had three slaves as well, and that would have to be considered as a factor as well. The logistics of this would definitely constitute a distinct challenge, no doubt about that.

What would they do with their lives besides serving us ... how would they juggle this with work, parenting, etc.? These were real, practical questions that loomed large once one analyzed more than the mere sexual fantasy aspects of the matter. Yet, for whatever reason, it was a very real, if strange situation in which Julie and I found ourselves.

“Well, this only makes it clearer that we’ll need a bigger place. This place ... is a bit small and cramped for so many folks, and it only has so many rooms. Feeding all of us will be like feeding an army, too, though I’ll grant you the benefits of economies of scale. Oh, before we get too far into the weeds here ... are there any ... um ... other declarations of intent to become someone’s sex slave, spouse, partner, etc. that might affect this particular household here?” I coughed now, bracing myself for any possible impact.

“Yep. I’m sorry, but your father is going to have to accept a slave of his own. Me,” Raquel Ortiz, the school nurse informed me next, making her intentions very clear.

“Well, Aldo, that’s good news for you ... and for all of us. As noted before, when you’re together, one’s slave is also the slave of one’s partners. What happens, though, if or when anything should happen to my husband ... well, technically, my ex-husband, sweet Raquel?” Mom now inquired of Nurse Ortiz.

“You ladies inherit me ... collectively. As you observed, I’ll already be yours in the secondary sense due to belonging to Master Aldo here,” Raquel commented, “I hope that you’re not gonna be more jealous about sharing me with Jack and Julie than you are about your wives. Also, I am intimate with my daughter, Vanessa, and I hope that is not disrupted.”

“I have no issue with this, but understand ... that this lifestyle change of yours, it’s a pretty big commitment for me as well as you, and if you consent to follow my lead ... it might not always be on your terms. You can’t Top from the bottom ... slave,” Dad declared, “by the way, I’m home early because it made sense, with everything happening right now, to go ahead and take extra time so close to Christmas break. After all, I don’t know how much time I have left in life. I’m seriously contemplating retirement in the near future.”

“That would be wonderful, wouldn’t it, dear sister-wives?” Noelle declared, getting full approval from Erica and Rania as well.

“In any case, I want to belong to ... Aldo as well. Nothing against Jack. I just love the idea of serving the family patriarch here. I’ve never shared the antipathy of some girls toward the idea of patriarchy, in fact. I kinda dig it myself! He’s papi now as well as Master, though I also hope for plenty of partners, including Jack and Julie ... and Mama,” Vanessa concurred, adding herself to the ranks of willing slaves along with her own mother.

“The family that serves together ... stays together. As for Pedro, I do hope to continue that with him, as does Vanessa, but he’s not papi ... Jack is papi to an extent, but Master Aldo is papi most of all,” Raquel concluded with a wink for all of us.

“Okay, so now, I have two slaves, which I naturally share with my wives. Jack has seven slaves, which he shares with Julie. Julie has three slaves of her own, which she shares with Jack. Kayla is now apparently Mr. Lamont’s slave, and I presume that he will share her with Mrs. Lamont. Tanya Pugachev evidently belongs to Ms. Kostova now.

“Indra Pandit now claims a certain Edith Hammersley as his slave. I don’t know how that will affect their marriage. I can only guess. Lizzie and Dawn aren’t slaves, but they are preparing to wed each other, just as Erica and Rania plan to formally tie the knot pretty soon. Any other developments that I need to know?” Dad wondered aloud as the whole group by now had gathered in the living room again.

“Yes, well, I wish to belong to Jack as well,” Tamara surprised me, especially when her mother, Anita, chimed in by gesturing and mouthing, “me, too.”

“So ... nine slaves now?” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Ten, counting me, love,” Michelle Southall stunned me.

“I would like to belong to Aletheia myself ... sorry, Mistress Aletheia or Coach Venizelos,” Heather told us all now, ‘I adore Jack, still want lots of sex with him and even make love to him and have his baby and all, but I know that she’ll be more of my kind of Domme in terms of style.”

“Yes, well, count on a lot of sex with Jack, with me, and with plenty of others, babe. I will be very happy to claim you, honey,” Aletheia told Heather, kissing her fully on the lips in front of all of us, with more than a little tongue.

“Yes, well, Penny and I want to belong to Coach Hammersley. Just because he’s such a natural Master that we want to see his ... potential realized. It’s such a shame that he hasn’t had a chance yet to act on that promise. Not even with his wife ... even if she is only starting to reconcile with him,” Jenny Marquez threw out the next shocker.

What was in the water again ... was this some kind of funky kink water or whatever, making a bunch of folks submissive and others dominant? Seriously, what was going on ... were people just coming into touch with their own inner proclivities, no longer restrained by some kind of inhibitions or hang-ups, as if a dam had burst? Whatever it was, it was good news, but I still had to find out the cause. It could be something major, after all.

“Yes, well, I put ... a kind of spell on this town, this community, another one in addition to the others, one to ... bring to the surface any latent sexual predispositions and make it harder to restrain or curtail them any longer. This spell required a bit of blood ... and other substances for the magic, but hey, you can’t argue with success, right? I also put a protective spell to prevent the spread of any kind of unwanted infections, such as HIV, STIs, HPV, etc. in order to further the cause of ... widespread local promiscuity and cross-pollination. I want our community to bond a bit ... fluid-bond, even. Rania is learning the magical arts at my feet, and she assisted me with this, of course. She will make quite the witch in time,” Mom announced, making things make more sense than before.

Blood magic ... hmm ... I wondered if I should delve into such things in time. It sounded intriguing, at the very least. That’s if I wasn’t some kind of “muggle” or if there wasn’t any kind of real distinction between bloodlines of wizards, witches, and mere mortals, as in the Harry Potter universe. I honestly didn’t know for sure, but I wondered if maybe I had certain gifts. Time would tell, I supposed.

As if reading my mind, Mom kissed me and said, “Yes, honey, you have a natural affinity for magic from my side. It’s a real tendency in some families, but strictly speaking, anyone can practice it. It’s just ... some families have built a stronger magical inclination, some bloodlines, if you will. It definitely runs in the Kaplan family, son.

“Not all Jews are opposed to witchcraft. In fact, prior to the more Deuteronomist approach to Judaism, one could argue that it was far more commonplace and the priestly temple cult sought to destroy it as a threat. There is still a strain of that, even now, despite the forbidden nature of the occult within the Jewish tradition. What do you think that the whole Lilith business was about, anyway?”

“So, there is no magic folk/muggle distinction, then, as a sharp, binary, dichotomy kind of thing?” I reacted to this statement of Mom’s.

“Exactly. That’s just Rowling’s vivid imagination. Still, I like that she did a lot of good with it. She certainly helped to mainstream the occult, which I love about her work. I don’t agree with her views on some topics, but she’s entitled to her opinions, right or wrong. The world of debate should never be closed. In any case, yeah, there is no such thing as a ‘muggle.’ Not in the least,” Mom reassured me now.

“And on that note, while we ... love Jack, too ... and while we still crave him, we have decided that we need to serve a gay Master, and preferably one who is mostly or strictly a Top. That leaves Mr. Vandal, who is either a Fred or Clem ... or both? Which is it, Master? Either way, we wish to serve you as your slaves, your bottom bitches. We want to be your playthings. Permanent access to us and our bodies. What do you say, sir?” Allen Cottonwood announced that Myles and he were now ready to serve Mr. Vandal together, just as I had hoped.