Episode 237: GUARDIAN aNgeL

11:20 AM!

Carl Manley needed a moment to himself. Leaving his duties at Horton-Dexter in the somewhat capable hands of his new counsellor Piper Cherry might not have been his smartest move, but he trusted her. He was certain Watchtower was pleased by doing so just to see what kind of mischief the bombshell blonde might get herself into. For some odd reason they wanted her oblivious to their existence as if she were some sort of lab animal, testing out a new drug with bad side effects. Wanting to warn her would only make life harder on him than he cared to deal with. His wife was his top priority these days. Sooner or later Piper would figure it out on her own. Bad enough now three other teachers were well aware of their secret benefactors. Even they were forbidden to speak of their personal privileges. Piper had to be closing in on some form of suspicion, while blonde as the day she was born the woman was not stupid. Regardless of being clueless that she had been married to a murderer. A past life now!

Every so often Carl simply had to be by himself to process what his life had become. A good man at heart and soul he had let himself succumb to the dark side in agreeing to work for Watchtower. Recruited as a high school principal shortly after he retired from the military seemed fun at the time. A way of bringing order to a school after years as a drill sergeant seemed logical and worth exploring. In the beginning it had promise but once life took a turn, his wife developing cancer that seemed under control the finances went out the window. Facing years of an illness that kept returning he inevitably needed money.

His father-in-law would have easily funded them, but Margaret refused the General’s assist. Daddy was not always a good man, so it made sense to Carl not to go behind her back and take it. The only help Marge would agree to was having her baby sister Diana drop everything and move to Nashville and help care for her. They were very close after their mother died, also from cancer and needed one another. Diana was her angel. Two years younger with children of her own gave her the freedom to be here. Fortunately, both boys Luke and Jared were in military school and were cared for. Her own hubby a Colonel in the Army remained in Virginia with their General Big Daddy. So, yes, likely just as crooked.

Aware of Carl’s past thanks to Margaret opening up about it one day, emotions were tense, yet Diana liked Carl as a human being and tried her best to understand him. What made it easier was that her own husband Troy was into BDSM and was forced to still his urges due to respect for their father. The General was tough but not with the ladies, he demanded respect especially toward his daughters. The girls were raised to be tough not overly usable pussy in ways that were ungodly. Excuse of course!

In Diana’s case, unknown to even Marge and Carl she consented to let Troy have a toy on the side to vent his sexual frustrations on. It kept their marriage intact and in secret prevented daddy’s wrath. Carl often suspected which led to a slight resentment of late concerning newly hired caregiver Nadine Moss. Diana did not feel her sister deserved the disrespect Carl was allowing into their household. While she refused to tell their father and bring hellfire down on him at this time in Marge’s life, as sick as she was, it still nagged at her soul.

Sure, the girl seemed genuinely lovely, reading poetry and caring for Margaret with joy in her spirit. But that bowing at the dinner table event was not making Diana feel the girl was there for her sister, more so for Carl. The sisters definitely needed to talk. Today would be that day.

“Wonderful!” Carl Manley pulled into his driveway and parked outside next to his sister-in-law. “I knew Diana was dropping by today. Jesse warned me. I was hoping I could get home early enough to prevent a scene.” No such luck! “I really should have Moss wear pants while Di is here. Ordered to only wear my old Army t-shirts has to look bad, I’m sure. Let’s just pray Di doesn’t make a fuss over it. She was grumbling pretty hard over dinner recently. Coming home was smart of me. Besides, after Whitmore Bolger I needed fresh air. Knowing he had young girls locked in his car trunk was unsettling. I’m trying not to get involved. Pissing off Watchtower is getting harder and harder to avoid. Thing is, I slip up and Marge will suffer for my downfall. I’m pretty much the true dick here because I can’t intervene. How those bastards let a should be convicted child molester be a school superintendent is twisted as hell.”

Engine off Carl sat there with a grim expression and a sigh of disappointment in himself. “No more twisted than my being forced to let shit happen around Horton-Dexter. I’m only nailing my coffin shut from the inside. One day at a time Manley. Let’s see the wife through her hardship then figure my way out of that dirt nap.”

Leaving his SUV Carl ventured into his front door to an unexpected silence. Looking around he went to the kitchen first and found no one. “Moss might be downstairs. Diana could have sent her there while she spent time with her sis.” Taking a stroll down the hall toward his bedroom he heard light moans. Pausing to listen he narrowed his eyes. “That moaning is not Marge or Moss. Don’t tell me Marge converted Di overnight.”

His bedroom door wide open, he quietly stepped inside but remained hidden. A glance toward his king size bed he spotted something he never thought he would ever see. Marge and Di together in bed, Diana wearing that leather dominatrix outfit Marge wore last night. “Well, I’ll be damned! Hate to say this wifey, but your sister has a rocking bod. How did you sucker her into wearing that contraption?”

Knowing that his presence might halt things Carl watched Nadine Moss sprawled out between Di’s thighs eating her out and fingering her to a delightful purr. “I guess Di missed her ole’ man. She’s been here over a month now so she’s probably needy. Never saw this coming! Marge must have had a long talk with Di to loosen her up this much. Leather suits her.” He puckered and backed out of the room. “Let’s just step away and let it ride a while longer. No harm done! Marge is resting and hugging Diana from the side as support. This shared custody over Moss is going to be interesting. I can’t deny Marge when she’s open to Moss serving my needs when she can’t. Of course, sex twice yesterday, I’m thinking Moss might just be the wife’s miracle cure. She found the energy. I guess I can’t deny that.”

Going back to the kitchen he silently poured some orange juice in a small glass and pampered it as he peered out his French doors at the obstacle course he had set up for Cadet Moss. “Yeah, razor wire might have been a bit much. Better have the medical kit handy here soon, I just know I’m going to be sewing up her ass cheeks. I think I’ll add a rope from our oak tree for her to climb. Branches as thick as they are I could probably add a second rope to jump from the first limb. Beginners course! Gotta say, I’m pretty proud of the kid thus far. She’s following my every order and fighting hard to prove herself as a keepable slave. To be honest, it feels good adopting her knowing she has no family outside of that uncle who wanted to be rid of her. I just hope he doesn’t come knocking someday to object. I mean Moss did say he wanted her out of his home. Fingers crossed that was the truth. Until I meet the guy I won’t know the facts.”

Juice polished off he rinsed the glass out and placed it in a strainer next to the sink. Popping his knuckles, he opted to head down into the basement as a retreat until Diana was done enjoying herself. Light switch turned on against the gloom Carl took a good look around to find the basement tidy. No cleaning supplies laying out, no discarded clothing. “Well done!” Checking her closet, he found her arsenal of Army t-shirts pressed and hanging up in orderly fashion. “I half expected to find those on her bunk mattress as her cover still. I’ll say this, the girl is a neat freak.” Looking in on her bedroom the real shock set in. “That girl keeps busy. She’s used that battery operated drill I stuffed into her backpack to put up her shackles.” Stepping in for a closer inspection he grabbed the chains and tugged on them. “Strong mounts! The chains dangle just low enough that she can kneel on the concrete floor and have her arms up. Read my mind! Again, well done Cadet!”

In his exploration he grimaced at how she improvised in making certain her Uncle Sam poster was remaining on the wall. She mounted the square shackle housing directly into the poster then placed four more screws at the four corners of the poster. “Well, I suppose that is her way of being a slave to the system. Poster has had its better days anyway. Tape on the concrete would have never stayed up without those screws. Funny! Staying up without those screws. Fucking Moss last night was a rush, even if it felt awkward considering how I feel about betraying Marge.” Looking up at a vent on the ceiling he heard low moans from Diana still going strong. Shaking his head over it he eyed Nadine’s mattress. “Might as well join Di. I can christen the Cadet’s belongings here.”

Unzipping his fly Carl drew his dick free of its confinement. Not fully erect he stroked it a good dozen times while eavesdropping on Diana’s orgasms. Weird by itself, he had never known Di for her sexual side other than her hubby Troy bragging a bit.

“She sounds pretty good when she climaxes. By the way it sounds, Moss isn’t stopping there. Good girl!” Turned on by the racket Carl Manley closed his eyes and stood over the girl’s pillow. Shockingly he envisioned Mimi Alexander in the heat of it all. “I need to consider Mimi like Marge insisted. Bring her home with me some night and finally get my crush out of my system. My playing father figure is useless, Kevin Fowler will never keep the girl happy. That cop Anson Potter is who I’m worried about. He’s going to take Mimi away from me if I’m not more careful. Her abuse by Watchtower flunkies is going to ruin her for anyone truly worthy of her. As much as I see her like a daughter, I want that sweet little girl. Holding out on the off-chance Marge loses her battle will leave her the prey of predators like Potter.” Struggling to stay hard he grumbled a bit but continued. Trying his best to stop thinking bad thoughts he managed a finalized a reasonable nut that sprinkled threads of jizz down onto her pillowcase.

“I needed that! Just like Diana obviously needed her time in the sun. It’s gotten quiet up there.” He fondled his beast a bit longer then heard steps coming downstairs. “Has to be Moss. Diana wouldn’t be dressed yet, Marge too weak she likely wouldn’t abandon her. I’m pretty sure Jesse is probably still tapping Jackie Vines.” Sure, enough Nadine rounded her doorway and jumped at seeing her master.

“You scared me, Sir. I did not know you were home.” She instantly dropped to her knees before him. Head bowed, palms in her lap as an invitation she provided him the knowledge that he had trained her well without much effort. “Welcome home, Sir.”

“Not staying! I heard Diana was dropping by so I figured I should be here in case she got out of hand.”

“Mistress Becker- Ramshaw has treated this one quite well. Mistress Margaret and she had a talk over breakfast. I made them eggs benedict. My first time! They liked it.”

“How did Marge manage to get Diana into those leather straps?”

“It was not easy I suspect. I was cooking while they talked so I am not certain how. I simply obeyed.”

“Winning Diana over is good for you. I’m proud of you Cadet. Smart thinking putting the mounts over Sammy there.” He nodded at the poster.

“Thank you, Sir. Mistress slept much of the morning, so I had time. I like to keep busy, and it felt right to maintain Mistress as much as you. I tried to be quiet when drilling, my cell beneath your bedroom. I am glad that you approve.”

“Cell, you call it. I approve of that. Face in your pillow there.” He pointed to her bed. With his erection still out, she suspected what he had done and smiled. Crawling into her bed she smothered her face in his wet leftovers. “Perfect! There, is my thanks.” From there he moved to the dangling chains and lifted them. The key in the cuffs still he unlocked both shackles and barked. “Let’s try these on.”

Leaving her cot, she prowled into place facing him, her back to the wall before lifting her arms up. His dick taunting her face as he connected the cuffs, she held her mouth wide and hopeful. Clicking the shackles tightly she was imprisoned there, arms suspended over her head. “Knees wider!” He used his polished shoe to nudge her stride. “Good! Comfy?”

“Yes, Sir! The floor is hard, but I will find it cozy.”

“Good! With Diana here to watch over Marge I think I’ll just leave you there until I come home from work.”

“I will await you with a smile, Sir.”

“Before I head up.” He gripped her scalp and shoved his erection into her mouth. “I have one more in me.” Fucking her face to loud gurgles of pleasure Carl ignored the world around him. So much so that he hadn’t heard Diana slip downstairs. Still in her leather bondage outfit, she like Nadine was caught by surprise.

“OH, SHIT! When did you come home?” She hid behind the door to cloak her nudity.

“Relax, Di! I saw Moss chowing down on you. Leather works for you.” He hadn’t thought until that very second that Nadine’s mouth was tasting, possibly savoring Diana’s pussy juice. Smirking toward Sam he winked at the poster. In an oddball way he was fucking Diana.

“Now I’m embarrassed. Let me go get dressed. Marge drifted off to sleep so I thought I’d come down and chat with Nadine.”

“She’s busy. Chat with me instead. You can stay, I don’t care what you’re wearing. Our secret from Troy.”

“Are you certain? This feels so very wrong.”

“What doesn’t in this house? You knew what I was like before Marge and I got together. It’s nothing new, unlike seeing you naked in Bondo.” He chuckled, avoiding eye contact with Diana to help her cope.

“You shouldn’t see me like this. This was supposed to be a secret between the three of us.”

“Get over it! You’re watching me fuck the Cadet’s face. Uncle Sam there is pointing right at me saying I Want You to nut down this slave’s throat. You had your turn showering her with your affections. Now it’s my turn.” GAK GUK GAWK! “See? Moss is grateful.”

“Yes, I can see that. You aren’t mad at me for wearing my sister’s outfit and using your slave?”

“I know what Troy is capable of. Your dad might not be in the loop, but I also understand how you are committed to your husband. Allowing him to have a side slut.”

“You know about Charlize?”

“Him! But yeah! Troy and I have had our talks over the years. I called him out and ever since we’ve been tight. It takes a Dom to understand a Dom.”