Chapter 6

...”Yes, I do have, and more importantly love, each and every one of them. No B.S. at all.

“So, because I can love the 91 people of my house, what makes you think I can’t love you, also?”

No reply...

“Ciara, you once told me, that you don’t read fiction books. That is a shame, because some contain great truths, presented in an entertaining way, that lets you retain those great truths.

“There was an author, named, Heinlein. He wrote a great number of leading edge story lines. I can make the case that though he never built one, he was the first to describe the waterbed.

“One of his best characters, in my opinion, was a man named Lazarus Long. Now, Lazarus Long, a fictional character, impressed me, so much, as a kid, that he is who I modelled my thinking after. My mentor, if you will.

“One of the things that character said, and I believe this to be a great truth, is that, ‘The more you love, the more you can love--and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had Time Enough, he could Love all of the majority who are decent and just.’” [Note: 1]

“That’s impossible,” She whispered.

“For you, it may be. I know I have, and do love, many people.”

I thought, a moment, then asked, “Ciara, when you tell a person that you love them, what do you mean?”

“I don’t ... It’s different, for...”

“Exactly,” I said. It’s different, my love for my wife, than for my kids. Different, for Crystal, than it was for Gayle. I love Bob, there, much differently than I love Sherri, or Keisha, or Mike, or Tommy,” I pointed at each person as I named them. “I love all of them. each differently, but I love them.

“Let me tell you what I mean, when I say I love them. When I tell you I love you.

“I mean that your, or their, happiness and safety, is more important, to me, than my own.

“I mean that I place each of them and their needs, above my own.

“You sneered at Crystal, here,” I reached down and gave my girl a caress, causing her to purr. “and I do love her. But Cherie, ask her how many times we’ve enjoyed intercourse.”

Ciara looked at Crystal, and asked, “Well? How many times have you fucked?”

“With Master? Never, Miss,” Crystal answered.

“Ciara threw her head back, and said, “Oh, BULLSHIT!”

“Miss,” Crystal said, “You can say Bullshit as you like. Master has never just, ‘fucked’ me. we have had intercourse, one time, on my 26th Birthday, at my specific request. But we’ve made love, countless times. You stood witness, to the last time he made love to me.

“I’d defy you to find a single person, here, that would say Master only “fucked” them.

Ciara looked confused. “What’s the difference? Making love, intercourse, fucking, they all mean the same thing.”

Crystal got to her feet, glaring at Ciara. “No, you dumb cu...” She caught me staring at her. In a quieter voice, Crystal started over. “No, Miss. They are not the same at all. “Intercourse is the clinical term for a penis inserted into a vagina, whether it be making love, or just fucking. Master has given me that gift, exactly one time.

“Fucking, is just masturbation, using another person in place of your hand, or a toy. You are concentrating on yourself, and your partner doesn’t really matter. A penis does not have to enter a vagina, for it to be just fucking. Master and I have never quote fucked unquote.

“Making love, though,” She sighed, kneeling, again. “Master, this would be so much easier to just show her.”

“Yes, Crystal, it probably would be easier, but I’m not sure Ciara, here, can see what we’d be showing her.”

“As you say, Master.”

Still looking at Crystal, Ciara asked, “Why do you call him Master? Why do you do all this? Why do any of you give yourselves to someone else?”

Crystal looked at me, and I nodded my permission.

Then, she stood, again, and you could see the submissive just fall away. Nude Crystal was, but she was fully dressed in her dignity. Ciara cowered on my lap, now being confronted with a Boss.

“Well, since you ask, I am the owner of a corporation, that owns 3 Pizza stores, in the Mon Valley, in Pennsylvania.

“I am currently setting up another holding company, here in Ohio. I will be buying out the store I currently manage, here, and several others, owned by the same franchise holder. In PA, I directly employ 75 people, and over 100 more, indirectly.

“My gross income is around 50 thousand dollars a month. This time next year, I expect my gross income for both companies, to be over 75 thousand per month, each. What my companies net, is none of your business. The companies I own, are mine, no shareholders. The house does hold 20 percent, as collateral for my initial loan, that Master and Madam were kind enough to give me. That loan will be paid off, in three more years.

“Every day, I get up at 5:00 in the morning, and I have to start making decisions that affect my companies and my people, even before my shower.

“All day long, and the days usually go well past 8:00 at night, I am constantly making decisions, or trying to find the information I need, to make a decision.

“Every single day.

“Every one of those decisions MUST be good, because just one bad choice can screw up, not just my life, but the lives of the more than 175 people that work for me. That’s not counting those, here in Ohio, by the way.

“I do have managers, to carry some of the load, but I still have to give them direction, and make some decisions for them.

“At night, I can’t sleep, because my mind is churning with all that is still undecided.

“That’s when I call Master.

“He usually tells me to kneel, and as soon as he does, all that noise in my head, just stops.

“Then, Master will ask me questions that help me prioritize, and organize what I must do, the next day.

“Usually, he’ll then tell me to get back in bed, and masturbate, so that he can hear me cum.

“After I do as he’s bid, he tells me he loves me, and to sleep well. And I can, because all that noise and turmoil that had been in my head, was gone. Master had taken it away, when I gave him my submission, and knelt at his command. I wasn’t in charge, Master was. I didn’t have to decide anything. I only had to please Master, by doing what he said.”

Crystal shrugged, and slipped back to her knees still clothed in her dignity, but returning to submissiveness. “This is how Master shows me he loves me. He gives me the quiet ... The peace, I need, to be able to sleep at night.

“In return, I serve Master. To kneel is an honor. To serve is a pleasure. To be His, is life, itself. Although, to be brutally honest, I don’t belong to Master. I belong to the House as a whole. Master is just one of the House Doms I answer to.

“Master hates, absolutely hates, hitting women. Yet, you watched him whip my tits. You see the stripes on my ass. He didn’t like doing it, I assure you. I needed that last beating, because it allowed me to let go of my shame for having struck you, even though I was protecting Master. He beat me, because he loves me.”

“What about the others?” Ciara asked.

“Each are different, in their needs, Ciara,” I stated. “You have my permission to ask them, but they are not compelled to answer you.

“Keisha!” I called, a young black girl, who’d caught my eye.

She came running, to kneel next to Crystal. “Master!” she excitedly exclaimed.

I met Ciara’s eyes, and tilted my head.

Looking down at my girl, she asked, “Why do you let him boss you around?”

Keisha looked to me, but I just shrugged my shoulders.

Bowing her head, Keisha said, “Miss, you’d have to ask Master about that. It really isn’t my place to say.”

Ciara looked back at me, wondering.

“Keisha, what were you doing when Mistress Kat found you?” I asked.

“Master, I was hooking and stealing, to pay for my crack.”

“Tell the rest,” I demanded.

“I was fourteen, and had just had my third abortion. I had dropped out of school, and my Mom had kicked me out, so I was living wherever I could. Mostly trading sex for a place to sleep.

“If Mistress hadn’t found me, and taken me, I’m sure I’d have already died, by now.”

I spoke to Ciara, “Like Crystal, Keisha is not Mine, other than as a member of my House. She is the property of my daughter, Kat. What we give Keisha, is an ordered life. She is a 24/7 slave, to my daughter and the House.”

I reached down, and grabbed Keisha’s left nipple, and squeezed, hard. “She’s also a bit of a pain slut,” I stated, as Keisha began to pant, spreading her knees to show her flowering pussy.

“What ... Why are you doing that to her?” Ciara demanded, as Keisha leaned back, against my grip.

“This is her reward, for telling you a little about her life, from before. Something she really doesn’t like being reminded of,” I said, twisting the captured nipple, viciously.

When I judged Keisha close, I nodded to Crystal, and pulled as hard as I could on the severely punished nipple, stretching it to an obscene length. Crystal landed a sharp slap directly on the little pain slut’s clitoris, and Keisha groaned into her orgasm, squirting a small puddle on the floor, beneath her. I released the nipple, while Crystal supported and cuddled Keisha, as she rode out the aftershocks.

I turned my attention back to Ciara, who seemed horrified at what had just happened.

“What’s the problem, Cherie?” I asked.

“This ... All this is just ... Just so ... Wrong...” She mumbled.

“Says who? I asked. “You? Who the Hel are you to judge, little Miss dope smoker? Are you forgetting that I’ve seen you get into your car, and drive off, knowing you were too drunk to drive? Letting you go, because you would have hated me more than you already do, for interfering with your drunkenness? I prayed to every God and Goddess there ever was, that you’d get home, safe, without killing anyone.

“How is it, that you, whom have no morals, attempt to take the morally superior position?

“How is it wrong, for me to give this little Slave Girl,” I smiled down at Keisha, who preened at my attention, “what she desired, and deserved?”

“Who are you, for fuck sake, to judge anyone’s pleasure, and how they get it?”

Ciara had ducked her head against my chest, again, and didn’t answer.

“Just so you know, Ciara, there is not a single person in my House, that would fail a piss test for controlled substances. Not one.”

Crystal, said, softly, “Keisha, dear, does Master love you?”

“Oh yes! And, though he’s not my Mistress, I love him, too!”

“Why?” asked Crystal.

“Because Master wants me to be a better person, and he helps me towards that goal. Just like he helps all of us.”

I held up a finger, bidding my girls to hush, and they settled down.

“Randy!” I called one of the male subs over.

He went to his knees, next to Crystal and Keisha. “How may I serve, Master?”

“Randy,” I explained, “Ciara here, is trying to understand why someone, any one, would want to be submissive to another person. I’d like you to tell her your perspective.”

Randy bowed, and raised his eyes to Ciara’s.

“Milady, it is both complex, and simple.

“There is a certain peace,” Randy began, grasping his collar, “that comes with feeling as though you belong, even more so when you belong to someone. When that person has deemed you worthy enough to call you their own. This level of acceptance can be so emotionally freeing.

“To know that you are accepted just as you are. But, not only that, to know that this person has chosen to own you, to make you their possession, to be cherished by them. To know that they want your happiness and are willing to push you toward it.

“I realize that this is difficult for some to understand, but this is all I want. This is all I ever wanted.”

Randy stopped talking, and bowed his head.

After a few minutes, I started speaking, again. “So, again, I ask, If I can love all these people, and more than are here, now, why can’t I love you, too?”

Ciara just choked back a sob.

My wife weighed in, “Ciara, do you think yourself worthy of Master’s love? Do you think yourself worthy of ANYONE’S love?”

Another sob, into my neck, and the whispered, “No.”

It was heard, or assumed, anyway, for my Queen continued, “Well, isn’t it a good thing that a little slave girl’s low opinion of herself has so little weight, in OUR opinions?”

I snapped my head around, to stare at my wife.

She nodded, and said, “Give her to me, and go away.”

With a sigh, I stood, and placed a rather wrung out Ciara, on my wife’s lap.

Before I went away, as directed, I snapped my fingers, and held four fingers up. Three of the Doms, and Crystal answered the call, Crystal kneeling at my wife’s left side. The Doms, Mike, Raul, and Kat, standing near, and keeping an eye on Ciara.

With another sigh, I caressed Ciara’s hair, then my wife’s and walked dejectedly to the bar, Keisha accompanying me.

“Master?” Keisha pled.

“Yes, Pet?” granting her request to speak, as I leaned back against the bar.

Keisha knelt at my feet. “Master, how did that girl get so broken? She’s even worse than I was, before Mistress saved me.”

I sighed. “I don’t know, Pet. She told me some things, but she may have lied about them. I do know, that she will be much harder to save, than you were. She does have two teenage children, and that adds a complexity to the situation.”

Shit. Kayleigh and Liam ... I glanced over my shoulder, at the clock behind the bar. Ten after six, on a Sunday night...

And my Queen had to work early, tomorrow ... She should be getting ready for bed, already.

This day had been entirely too busy, and no end in sight.

“Keisha, Go ask Madam, to ask Ciara where the kids are.”