Chapter 4

Business did not go downhill. We got busier and busier, what with word-of-mouth advertising and my firm name of Bigg Law, PC, showing up pretty early in the yellow pages. Sierra contacted our web page designer and had them do some things with our search indicators that helped a bit, too. She was a fairly recent graduate from a pretty good school and with a marketing minor, so that must’ve been something that modern marketers do. I wasn’t a techie savant and wasn’t all that adept at using the internet, over and above what I really needed to do for research, so I left it to Sierra for marketing, Wanda for using it to find things out about clients and their problems, Linda to run the office, Shara, just because she liked fiddling around on computers, and Elenore for ... Well, Elenore; she loved to shop. There was no way you were going to convince me she was not a girl all the way down to the bone. Figuratively, of course.

I liked typing my notes into Word, but that was just because I couldn’t read my own handwriting most of the time and I didn’t want to tie Elenore up with dictation for that long. She made some joke about taking my dick-tation and putting it in her bottom drawer, or some such, but I kissed her, swatted her ass, and told her to be good.

She said, ‘No’, told me she loved me and would do whatever I needed, including dictation, of either sort, giggling all the way back to her desk. She really is as much of a slut as Sierra sometimes. These girls were quickly becoming so much a part of my heart that if anything happened to any of them, not just Shara and Sierra, that I would crumble. I was very fearful of that at times, even though none of them ever gave me reason to be.

Wanda had asked me something one day about what would take place if anything happened to Shara. I told her nothing other than the remaining four of us crying ourselves to sleep in each other’s arms for weeks on end.

“You’d still keep me?” she asked.

“Of course, dear one. We’ve told you, all three of you, that you are OUR minions,” chuckling, “and my heart would shatter if I lost any of you, for any reason. Please don’t think that anything else is true.”

“Thank you, Buster. Seriously. I’m falling in love with you. Something I never thought possible. I don’t think my world would turn if I lost both of you. I just don’t.” She hugged me and kissed me tenderly after that conversation, proving to me I was right. I wouldn’t be okay if I lost any of them.

It was three weeks later that Wanda and Sierra took Rachel out for dinner. They picked her up at her place, and while doing so, dip stick Dan, as the girls all called him, showed up to take her out instead. She had told him they were coming to her house to pick her up for dinner, and what time, and why, and he just didn’t want to accept that.

It was a setup, again. These women knew things. How that was possible, I hadn’t a clue, but Shara and Elenore were right behind him when he told Wanda and Sierra to get out of his house and not come back. Elenore was recording the entire thing on her cell phone.

“Sir, this is Rachel’s home, if I’m not mistaken. The law in this state doesn’t allow a betrothed, whether officially engaged, or not, to make claim. Engagements are not legally binding, actually.” Shara was behind him, speaking to him, and making him madder than a wet hen. He was livid and turning red.

“Miss Shara, ma’am, Dan is turning red. Should I get the fire extinguisher from the hallway?”

“No, Sierra. Let him burn if he catches fire. I told him not to mistreat our friend. Rachel, if you are going to let him boss you around like this, force you to do things you don’t want to do, keep you from your friends, and make your life miserable, I can’t help you, but what I can do is make you a deal.”

“What would that be, Miss Little?” She was almost in tears.

“If you will allow me to let Wanda put that ring,” she pointed to Rachel’s finger, “up that man’s nose, and tell him to take a hike, I will take you, and along with these three ladies, make you the happiest you’ve ever been. I can promise you that, unless you had a really happy childhood, but you have already alluded to that not being the case, at all.”

“Can you really assure me of that, Shara?”

“I can assure you of this. He will make your life miserable. I’ve seen him working at doing it. He did this same thing before. I’ve seen men like him. They aren’t happy unless they can make you unhappy. It’s a total control thing. You can’t deny that, because I know it from your own words. You keep telling us that things will get better, but they don’t. They won’t. I offer you this: Respite from him and his kind. We will keep your apartment in case you aren’t happy being happy, but I can assure you it won’t be needed.”

Dip stick Dan took a swing at Shara, just barely missing her, causing Wanda to jump into action. She had been coiled, just waiting for Dan to do something rash. She went for a knee, taking him down. One of her hands was at his throat and the other had one of his hands bent backwards and on the precipice of separating joints when she looked at him and said simply, “Move one muscle toward any of us again and I will insure you never use that hand again. Don’t test me.”

“Good enough,” Rachel said, removing and handing Shara her ring.

“Nose or pocket, Dan? Your choice. Be civil and I’ll drop it in your pocket. Make a false move, and I’ll have Wanda separate your wrist bones, then shove this ring up your nose. Shake your head slightly to indicate you are a putz and want the ring embedded in your face. Nod gently, I’ll drop it in your pocket, tell Wanda to let you up, and you can quietly leave. If you do anything stupid after she lets you up, whether now or later, I will turn her loose on you and let her hurt you. Did you get all that?”

He nodded. Wanda slowly let him get up, then released his hand. Shara dropped the ring in his shirt pocket, patted it and told him, “Time to go. Rachel is done with you. She won’t even miss you once we get her home, so please forget she exists. If you don’t ... Wanda ... Got it?” Another nod.

He walked away and once he was a ways down the sidewalk, Elenore following him with the camera, you could faintly hear, “Fucking bitches. God damned fucking bitches.” He drove away.

Three hours later Rachel was in front of me as I sat on the couch, Shara on one side of me and Elenore on the other. She was standing between Wanda and Sierra.

“Hi, Rachel. Welcome home. I want you to feel welcome here as long as you want. I mean that. I think very highly of you, especially after all you’ve done to help Linda and me, and now Shara and the girls, at work. I’m also very fond of you and hated seeing you being treated poorly and being unhappy.”

“You knew I was unhappy?”

“It took some time, and some help, but it was explained to me. Yeah, after a while I knew you were unhappy. It killed me inside. The girls asked if I minded if they talked to you about it, and I just had to say ‘no’. I wanted you to enjoy your life. I think you can. You haven’t been, have you?”

“No. I kept thinking there was more. I kept thinking ... Wanda, is this something I should talk about now?”

“Yes, Rachel. He knows most of it. He wants what’s best for Rachel, not what’s best for Dan or Buster. Open up to him, please.”

“Buster, I kept thinking that I would enjoy the control and being his submissive little slut girlfriend, but he just kept getting meaner and I wasn’t really getting anything out of our relationship except hurt and tears. I think his next thing was to share me, and that is something I just really didn’t, and don’t, want to do. The slut girlfriend thing was to be private; you know what I mean?” I nodded.

“Anyway, Sierra and Wanda have told me there’s a lot more to it than that. They told me they’d help me if I wanted to see what it was like for them. Sierra has asked if she could be my domme and have us try, together, along with the rest of you, to make my life what I want. Enjoyable. Happy. Out of control. My control, anyway. With your permission, Buster, I’d like your little blonde chattel to be my mistress.”

“Granted. Sierra, darling, be careful with her. Careful, as I am with you and Shara is with Wanda and Wanda is with Elenore. We don’t want any hurt feelings or broken hearts.”

Sierra, without a moment’s hesitation, told her, “Rachel, go in the guest room. Center top drawer of the dresser. My mistress’s blue bikini. Put it on and meet me out here. Nothing else, girl, just that.”

“Yes, miss.” Rachel scurried off.

“Just be careful, baby bunny,” Shara told her.

“I will, Shara. We’re just testing boundaries right now. No sex, no nudity, no fondling, no nothing. Just a skimpy bikini in front of some horny women and a man that I’d give my life for. Elenore, you don’t mind me having her use your blue suit, do you?” Elenore shook her head and smiled. Sierra kissed me, then Wanda, then Shara, then Elenore, and went in the master suite to get a couple of towels. She came out naked. “There’s my girl!” she said as Rachel came back out, looking quite sexy in the little bikini. “Come. We’re going out back to talk. If any of you want to join us, please do. Clothing optional.”

The girls all giggled, except for Rachel. She was still trying to get her bearings and having a nude pixie pulling her outside wearing only the skimpy outfit was probably the right answer to get her started.

Rachel was Elenore’s height, at five-four or so, had a few more pounds on her, mostly in her butt and her breasts. Her thighs might be a bit more supple, too. The suit fit very well, with just a bit of breast trying to spill out over the tops of the cups and get free. The bottom, a Brazilian cut, fit perfectly. It stretched a bit, as nylon and spandex have a tendency to do, but was right where it was supposed to be. She was a very good-looking brunette woman with beautiful legs, a tight and well-shaped ass to just die for, a beautiful chest, and gorgeous hair. Dan was a fool not to keep this woman happy.

Elenore and Wanda stripped, ran to the bedroom, threw their clothes on the bed, and went to join them. Shara just relaxed and melted into my side.

“Shara, will you marry me pretty soon?”

“Soon, Buster. Soon. Tonight? No. Tomorrow? Probably not the right time. I need to get my hair done. Sunday would probably work if we needed it to. Anytime after that? Certainly. Buster, I love you. Just tell me when you’re ready, and we’ll get it all taken care of.”

“Good to know. I don’t want to wait much longer. Put Wanda or Elenore in charge and have them go for it. I’m ready.”

“Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir.” I looked at her funny. “I’m your thrall, too, Buster, we just never have approached that side of our relationship yet. I have no desire to be your equal in our marriage. We’ll be fine. Wait until one of these days when you get a weird feeling that something would be fun and tell me to do it. Watch what happens. You’ll be surprised. I told you a long time ago I wouldn’t take advantage of you. I meant that. You, however, at some point, will take advantage of me, and I’ll fall deeper into your hold. Buster, I want to be yours, as the girls are mine. You just need to trust me on that.”

“OK. Don’t let me hurt you either, Shara.”

“I love you, dizzy man. You’ll learn. You won’t hurt me as long as you love me, and I certainly won’t hurt you. I promise. With all I am, I promise. Let’s go bother the girls. Naked, if you’ll allow it.”

“Allowed.” We stripped, threw our clothes on the bed with all the others, and she pulled me outside, making it obvious she was pulling me along by my manhandle. It wasn’t a control thing, but more of a display of affection for Rachel’s sake.

They were talking about general things that happen in the house when we arrived and climbed in, Rachel mostly staring at the newcomers, nodding at the discussion. She was in awe of Shara’s size, I would imagine, being four to five inches taller than her, much larger, and Shara holding my now erect dick was evidently a novelty for her.

“Is it always that big?” she asked.

Sierra piped in, “No, hon, it gets a bit bigger. He’s not all that large, so I would imagine if you were thinking that, maybe your dip stick Dan was tiny. Six inches is about average. Buster is almost seven. Not quite. Porn companies want eight to ten, but those are few and far between.”

“Oh. Miss, how do you know all that?”

“I can read and I’m curious about a lot of things. When I realized I wasn’t as lezzie as I thought I was, and wanted Buster to fuck my lights out someday, after he made love to me, of course, I started reading. I researched the shit out of it, compared several sources of information, and came up with what I think is a pretty good background on the subject. I’ll tell you what I know, though. That cock,” she pointed to the penis in Shara’s hand, “in this pussy,” even though she met some hesitation, she put Rachel’s hand to her crotch and rubbed it around, “feels good like nothing else. It’s even better than dark chocolate during that time of the month.” She held Rachel’s hand down there. The other girls all giggled at the concept. Even Elenore, who once told me she eats chocolate due to sympathy pains.

“Rachel, you are mine now, and I need you to be comfortable with some things. This is one of them,” she said as she rubbed Rachel’s hand on her pussy. “Notice, I’m not fondling you. You are fondling me, by my direction. We’re fine. I’m not going to touch you intimately, no one here is, until you want them to. This isn’t about sex for me, sweetie. It’s about guidance, discipline, and love. I’ve known you long enough now and we’ve spent enough time working and being close together that I can guarantee I’ll be in love with you before you know what’s happening. Because of that, baby, I won’t hurt you. Ever. Unless...”

“Unless what, Miss?”

“Unless you need a spanking.” Laughter, again, filled the hot tub. Rachel turned bright red.

That night Sierra and Rachel spent together in the guest room, the others of us in the master suite. In the morning, you could tell Rachel was different. She was smiling, happy, and I need to say, serene. It seemed that already, letting herself belong to Sierra, she was in a good place, mentally.

“Good morning, all.” Sierra announced their arrival in the kitchen. “I would like you to meet my baby bird. She will be with us for a while, and if she can handle being treated like the bottom log on a loving totem pole, possibly a long, long time. “If you are wondering about the name, you need only look around. Magic Wanda is self-explanatory. Honeybutt has the smoothest skin, as well as the best allover tan of any of us. Baby bunny, yours truly, has short hair and a big tail.”

“Among other fine qualities, baby bunny. Don’t sell yourself short.” Shara was adamant about that.

“Thank you. In any case, I told my thrall to sing me to sleep last night. She shocked me. She has a beautiful voice. No kidding. My girl can freaking sing. Just to let you know, we talked a bit, too. She thinks she might understand now what she wanted all along. I told her what I have. She liked that idea. I told her what Wanda and Elenore have, too, and she understands a lot more now. Right, baby bird?”

“Yes, ma’am. Can I make anyone breakfast?”

Elenore cut in. “Come on newbie, we’ll do it together. Anything you can’t eat?”

Rachel shook her head.

“Good. Let’s surprise these folks.”

We spent the day, Saturday now, as a family. No one needed to go into the office, and tomorrow, no one would, so we just did our normal chores and spent time, mostly with Rachel and answering questions. She asked what it meant to me for her to be there.

“You’re safe now. That makes me happy. I didn’t like that situation, Rachel. When Shara and Wanda told us what they thought was going on I wanted you out of that relationship, but it wasn’t my place. You worked for me. If I directly influenced you, you would possibly have seen that as coercion. I couldn’t have that. It would have hurt us both. Wanda, and especially Sierra, are fond of you and wanted to help. I had to let them do it their way. Shara wanted to help since she’s a bit outgoing and Wanda went to protect Sierra. Elenore just wanted to watch and get it all on film if it went south and Wanda had to hurt the jerk.”

“But you don’t want me?”

“I’ve never said that. Do you want me to want you?”

“I don’t know yet, but from what I’m getting from the others, that may be possible.”

“Then you tell me. When you feel you want that, and you’re ready, you tell me, OK?” She nodded. “Unless your mistress tells you to do something before that. I won’t molest you and I won’t hurt you, unless...”

She giggled. “Unless I need a spanking. I’m catching on, Buster. I’m catching on. Can I at least kiss you and thank you for helping them help me?”

“I’d love that, Rachel. I really would.” She kissed me. It wasn’t a thank you kiss. It was a testing the waters kiss. It was a real exploratory kiss. It was a very sexy kiss.

She moaned. “Thank you, Buster.”

I grabbed her ears, kissed her forehead and nodded. She went off to find her mistress.

A week later I found out more about the wedding. A date was set, and the wedding party was being formed. June fifteenth, near Puerto Vallarta, staying a couple of nights before and several nights afterward in a resort north of there.

Wanda would be the maid of honor, Elenore the ring bearer, Rachel the flower girl, and Sierra was going to be my best person. She had already picked out a tuxedo of sorts, sleeveless jacket, ruffled blouse, and blue cummerbund, over hot pants, off black hose, and black stiletto sandals. I was able to see a picture of that, but not the others’ four dresses. I was told they were nothing ostentatious, but they were beautiful and filled the rainbow. Wanda’s would be blue, to match our tuxedos.

With no question or mistake to be made, the only color I would see on my bride would be white, save white gold jewelry holding pearls. Sierra told me that Shara liked white gold, if it mattered. Oh, yes, it mattered. It mattered a lot.

The next day, I made the trip to the jewelers with a list. One that my slutty little thrall had been compiling for me for weeks. Since I had to trust someone, she was in on it, and she was my trustee. It sounded funny then. I got to the jewelry store and found Shara’s engagement ring. White gold mounted two carat round flawless stone. It had baguettes on the sides flaring to embellish the mounting. I liked it. I hoped she did. I then got a white gold wedding band set ... of six rings. Wedding bands. One for Rachel, Sierra, Elenore, Wanda, Shara, and me. I was interested on how this would work, but my little trustee had brought me enough good information to make the decision.

Rachel had pledged herself to Sierra. She wanted a permanent relationship. Sierra brought her to me.

“Buster, my charge has asked if I would provide her a permanent relationship. I would like that, but since I am bound to you, without limits, time or otherwise, I need your permission to make that pledge to her. I explained to her that if she wants that, she is also yours. And Shara’s. Etcetera.”

“Rachel, if you want that, and it is a noble request, you just need to know the ramifications. What if Wanda came home in a bad mood and Sierra told you to rub her feet and make her feel better? Wanda’s feet, I mean. Is that something you could help Sierra with?”

“Yes, sir. I’d rub her feet, her belly, whatever. Buster, I love everyone in this house. I also know, because Sierra told me, that if I say ‘I do’ to her, I’m saying ‘I do’ to you as well. If you came home and she told me to take care of you, I would. In any way you wanted. I understand all that. The reason you haven’t made love to me is because we haven’t been put in that position, not because I don’t want to. When you want that, when my mistress wants that, I’m sure it will happen. I’m open to it. Literally.” She giggled.

“Buster, my little tart is as big a slut as Elenore, evidently. Maybe even as bad as me, but that remains to be seen.” The three of us laughed at that.

“Sierra, you have my permission to ask your little slut to be your wife. A permanent relationship, if that is what you both want.”

“Thank you, sir,” Rachel said.

“Thanks, Buster,” Sierra kissed me, then Rachel did. They walked out of the room, hand in hand.

Anyway, that is when I knew Rachel needed one of these wedding bands as well.

I took them all to dinner that night and proposed to Shara. “Buster, you realize this is the third time you’ve asked and the fourth time I’ve said ‘yes’, right?”

“Yes, dear, but I didn’t have this.” I put the ring on her finger getting a gasp from her, and some noise out of the peanut gallery as well.

“It’s beautiful.” The kiss Shara gave me was as well. She liked it. She genuinely liked it. That was pretty easy to pick up on. The smile, her eyes, the kiss, another smile. Yeah, she liked it.

June thirteenth finally rolled around. Linda was invited to go on our trip to the Mexican Riviera West but declined. She and George were doing well and had plans. She was leaving for the Gulf Coast with him on a vacation as soon as we returned. Until then, she said she’d man the phones and take care of any emergencies even though we couldn’t do much but get information and handle them next week.

Our minions were excellent travel agents. We had a ride waiting at the airport for us, taking us in style to our hotel, a very upscale operation in comparison to all the multitudes of other resorts on the coast they had to choose from.

Our stay included fishing, snorkeling, swimming in both the ocean and freshwater pools, dancing, exquisite dining, and some sightseeing trips, the pictures of which will be brought out to look at for decades to come. Of course, the main event, right in the middle of all the other activities was the beautiful wedding with all of us in attendance, as it should be, and as it will be. Shara and I became one, and with the help of her minions, we became a family.

It also included emotional times, soft slow lovemaking between each of us with the other, and a couple of times with all of these gorgeous women treating me to physical nirvana, just making sure that I and I alone was being satisfied beyond my wildest dreams. The fashion shows these ladies provided me before we went out on the town, or before we went to the pool, or the beach, filled my eyes and my mind with only the finest views of what I consider to be the most beautiful women in the world. They went out of their way to tease and tempt, but then followed through with their actions to prove they loved me beyond anything for which a man could ask.

One night after dancing at the nightclub in the resort next to ours, after we had returned to our suite, all five of them stripped their outer frocks from their luscious bodies, presenting a multitude of stockinged legs in high heels, mid sections adorned by lace, silk, and satin panties, and garter belts in the case of the girls not wearing thigh high stay-ups, and either stylish or no brassieres covering attractive, sumptuous, differing shapes and sizes of amazing breasts.