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Episode 7: DEAR JOHN
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 7: DEAR JOHN - Welcome home Garrison Ozymandias Dhorne. Alabama missed its favorite soldier of fortune. Starting over after years of remorse, losing his one true love and abandoning his son, he decided to get his shit together. Nothing came easy except for charisma. OZ was ready to find his new ONE. Master over slave who would die for her deity or live to serve her purpose. Masseuse Jordy Bauer might have dug her nails into her own coffin. Love at first stranglehold! If only her husband agreed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Humiliation Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
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“Welcome back, Gary. You look fit. The Lord has been good to you.”
Pastor Joseph Grogan smiled as he moved across the threshold into Garrison Dhorne’s continually evolving residence. Dhorne in response stepped back from Nora’s uncle and patted the man’s belly.
“Gina’s feeding you good. Ain’t no Last Supper in your house.”
“Speaking of food. Gina and Barbara have an early dinner planned. That is once they manage to fumigate poor Nina. She was attacked by a rather annoyed skunk in the woods.”
“We both know that weren’t any coincidence. Nora was defending her Master.”
“You still believe she’s roaming the family estate.” Joseph nodded with a pucker! “Dear boy. Nora is in Heaven. Let her rest in peace.”
At the moment of his insinuation a glass figurine up on the fireplace mantle caught the sunlight through the door in a blinding prism. As soon as it captured Joseph’s eye, Dhorne closed the door cutting off the ray of light.
With a wink Oz lightly patted the elder man’s shoulder. “Should I break into a solo of You light up my Life?”
Joe in turn fidgeted glaring at the figurine. “That’s the glass ballerina I bought for her on her birthday. Three weeks before she passed.”
Oz tilted his gaze toward his feet and placed his hands in his pants pocket. “I’m thinking she just danced for you, Joe. Light on her feet.”
The Pastor smiled! “Perhaps so.”
With that perception fading quickly, he clasped his hands together. “So! How goes the homestead?”
“Mostly outside right now. Mercedes is building a couple new bedrooms off of Connor’s room and the Master bedroom. Might have some other things done. Dunno yet! Some business just fell into my lap that I need to attend to here soon but Connor comes first.”
“That he does.” Joe agrees with a warm smile! “You know you have my full support should you need it. Gina and I will be there for you any way you might need.”
Silence led to respect! “How’s about you help me right now?”
“Anything.”
Looking behind him up the staircase Oz fidgeted before glaring back at Joe with a grimace. “I haven’t stepped foot in Conjob’s room since I been back. Not even mine and Nora’s bedroom. Reckon I expect the memories to come flooding my ark.”
“The sorrow is quite evident. Are you asking me to join you on your quest to fight back any tears?”
“I’ll cry when I’m ready, Joe.” Oz wrinkles his nose! “I suppose I just want to know there’s no demons in Conjob’s room. If you know what I mean.”
“Your son will forgive you in time, Garrison. Yes, it will be a difficult month or two but it will all work out. He will just need time to adjust to having you back in his life. The same goes for you. I know the strength of will you have, very, very well. You will persevere. Leave the past behind and step into the light of day.” A sudden shiver made Joe Grogan glance toward the Ballerina figure above the fireplace.
Dhorne took notice and smiled! “You think I’m Bolshoin’ you don’tcha?” Joe faintly grinned realizing he meant the Bolshoi ballet.
“I’m not much for believing in ghosts outside of the Holy Ghost, I’m afraid. Shall we cross the boundaries of the upstairs, my ordinarily fearless nephew?”
Dhorne chuckled then turned to step toward the staircase, stopping at the bottom step. “You behind me, Scooby?”
Joe firmly planted the palms of his hands on his nephew’s back. “There I’ve laid my paws on you. Right behind you, Shaggy.”
“You know Me, Scoob. Daphne bends over, I’m right up that skirt. Shagging I do best.”
Uncle Joseph frowned! “Sin! Sin!”
“Salibim, said the Raggyhead. Quest on, JoJo. Johnny on the spot.”
Joseph admired his quick wit and cartoon knowledge. Without further hesitance Dhorne moved up the stairs and into the hallway where he and Joe heard the noises of plaster being pulled away from the walls in Connor’s room.
“Sorry for the mess, Joe. Cleaning’ ladies in a mood.”
Glancing into Connor’s room they noted prison reform contractors Belle Fontaine and Kimber Lomax chipping the wall away to re-invent the door to an eventual bedroom extension. Dhorne puckered looking at the hole then inquisitively rubbed his chin.
“Y’know what? Let’s make that room kind of like his personal study. He can paint and read his books in there. I can have a decorator come out and supply it with all kinds of things. Brushes, canvas, maybe even a bean bag chair for comfort. What’cha think, Joe?”
“It would make more sense than having an extra bedroom that would only have access through Connor’s room.” Kimber grinned at Dhorne’s fatherly approach.
“They were going to put another door at the end of the hall anyway. I figure it was going to just be a guest room anyway. If Conjob has a buddy stay over or if any of my allies come to town. Anyway, Ladies? This here dashing bastion is my Uncle Joe. Joe? Shiver Me Kimber and Belle to my Beast.” Joe began to offer handshakes then noticed the plaster dust all over them.
“They’re dusting their bodies for my fingerprints.” Oz chuckled as the ladies shared a warm smile between each other, awestruck at how bold Dhorne was in front of the pastor.
“Don’t let my nephew corrupt you, Ladies. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Should you ever need to repent for any sins, do look me up.”
Oz patted Joe’s shoulder as Belle reached above the frame to the hole in the wall for another chunk of insulation to cast out. Her grip pulled out more than mere insulation though. She dropped the excess out of the doorway and narrowed her eyes to see further into the framework.
“Hey, Oz? I think I found something you might want to check out.”
Squinting, Dhorne stepped in to look over her discovery. Reaching in he tugged carefully until producing the contents as a cigar box, holding it up.
“BlowMax!” Kimber’s nickname in the moment! Grinning vividly as he held the box over the open doorway, he let her blow the plaster dust away. Belle in turn removed her bandanna using it to dust it off further.
“Thank you, Belladonna. Ms. Kim.”
Turning away he noted writing on the box that spoke volume. “Dear Dad” sank in freezing his soul.
“A private moment, Ladies.” Joe sighed, knowing it to be sentimental. “If you will.”
Understanding they prepared to step from the room to give them time. “We’ll just go next door and work on the other doorway.” Once they vacated Oz sat down on the plastic sheet covering his son’s bed and simply stared at the box. Joe easing to his side reached over to squeeze his nephew’s shoulder. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”
“Naaaw!” Dhorne shook his head without making eye contact. “Think I’ll open this later though.”
Joe shared his decision with a mild frown. No need to be pushy he thought. “When you are ready.”
Oz puckered then looked up at Joe with a hint of stress. Normally the soldier was iron in every way, but this was from his son. One that had been sorely neglected until recently. “What if it’s filled with hate letters?”
“On the opposite hand it might be letters saying how much he misses his father. We all do that once in a while.” Joesph Grogan’s gaze looked toward the ceiling with a smile meant for God.
Squinting his eyes to avoid crying Oz choked slightly. “Damn plaster dust. Prolly get a good case of cancer before they get done.”
Joe merely shook his head stepping toward a desk to look it over. He noted under the plastic sheet covering it a photo in a frame lying on its face. Lifting the plastic up he pulled it out from under to look at it more closely.
“Now there is a sign of love. Two men fishing. I do believe I recall Nora telling me how proud she was of Connor’s first catch.” Oz looked up with a glimmer of pride as Joe offered him a look down memory lane.
“Yup! First father and son fishing trip. He was 5. That boot on the hook was the one I pulled out of his ass for letting my string of fish go.”
“The smile on his face looks genuine to me.”
“That’s cuz I told him to Watch the Birdy. He looked at his momma and thought I said Watch the Booby. Both birds, I reckon! Course, he was still breast feeding on Nora. Her cleavage was pretty hefty that day. I think she was offering me momma’s milk too.”
“Surely not.” Joe rolled his eyes! “You exaggerate.”
“Yeah! That was a good day. I think that was the date he fell in love with photography. Young age but smart as a whip.” Just that fast something dawned on him,. Now that is not a bad idea. I can have a dark room built into that there new room. He’d like that, wouldn’t he?”
“Absolutely! Just don’t spoil him too quickly. He might suggest that you’re buying his love back.”
As challenging as it was to hear Dhorne knew he was right. “I reckon I just want to make up for lost time. Yer right! I’ll try and keep things close to the vest. I’m still going to build that dark room. Worst comes to haunt me I can lock his ass in it and tell him not to be so negative.”
“God help you both.” Joe closed his eyes! He got the joke but still succumbed to a frown.
A knock on the gently ajar door eased it open like a ghost until Kimber popped her head inside. “Sorry to bother you, Sir. We discovered something else you might like to see.”
Tilting his head to see her, Dhorne handed Joe the cigar box before getting up to follow Kimber back to his master bedroom. Once inside he noted Belle pointing out a reflection on the wall illuminated from the sunlight through the windowsill. On the glass was glued a suncatcher in the form of a butterfly. The design in its wings cast shadows on the wall.
It was easy enough to see the letters MAS on one wing and TER on the other insinuating MASTER. In the main body of the butterfly there was the shape of a key within it. Again, decipherable on the wall. Instinctively Dhorne looked quickly at his wristwatch.
“1:00! My ONE thinks I’m a coocoo.”
As Oz touched the impression on the wall letting the image cast over his hand it was if he was studying his pulse. For a moment he kept silent. Both girls glanced at each other as Belle whispered, “Should we leave this room too?”
“No! Nora wanted you to see the rainbow. Pot of gold behind this wall, I’m thinking.” He tapped the wall lightly with his ear to it. “Hollow in this area.”
Doubling his fist he punched the reflection, easily caving in the area of plaster. Joe stood amazed that he hadn’t broke his knuckles. The girls whistled in unison as he pulled away debris to locate a second box. This time it was a metal lock box with a combination dial on it. Ripping it from the wall he sat it down on a covered dresser.
“Time capsule! High time! Now y’all can go. Take your lunch and tell Mercy you’re going to go cool your calluses in the lake. My reward!” Nodding the ladies peaceably stepped away. Joe awaited his own motion to leave, but Oz kept his request to himself.
“Yer family, Joe! Nothin’ to hide. Let’s safe crack this box.”
Looking over the combination possibilities, he questioned the number sequence then tried several variables. “Not our wedding anniversary or birthdays. Hmmm!” Looking over at the high window pane built over the lower window where the butterfly suncatcher was positioned he noted the letter count in the wings.
“MAS and TER. The key hole in the butterfly body means the clue is right in front of me. MASTER has 6 letters. Divide those into three combinations. MA. M is the thirteenth letter of the alphabet. A the first. Together that’s fourteen. ST! S is 19 and the T is 20. That means thirty-nine. So, fourteen and then thirty-nine. ER?” He winked! “I might just need one after today. E is letter five. R is eighteen. So, the last set is twenty three. 14-39-23!” On the tumbler’s final click the box lid clicked open.
“Very clever of Nora.” Joe puckered with eyebrows raised! “Your deductive reasoning is quite remarkable.”
“I’m the shit, Sherlock. Bettin’ she puts the HER and LOCK in sHERLOCK.”
“And, the SON in watSON?”
Dhorne froze in thought! “What as in WAT? Good one, Joey. I was thinking SONcatcHER.” Both men beamed at their amusing array of wordplay. With a deep breath Dhorne flipped the lid all the way open and looked inside. On top was a large white envelope addressed to “MASTER”.
Dhorne plucked it up and closed his eyes while inhaling the paper. “Her scent is long gone. Perfume stains are still in sight though.” He opened the envelope delicately. “Wonder when she put this box in the wall? Connor’s box too. Plaster looked perfectly normal.”
As he pulled a hand-written letter from the envelope he noted the date. “Anniversary card! I was in Thailand on that day. Couldn’t make it home.” He choked slightly! “Here goes.” Another deep inhale steadied his heart rate.
“Dearest MASTER. I sit alone with a candle burning. Wine in my glass. Our son sleeping in our bed. He reminds me so much of you as I check in on him. He snores as loudly as you do. I understand your mission and subside my emotions on this day of days. Still, I miss my soul that lays within you. My MATE within my MAsTEr. Joined as ONE that symbolizes OWN. So much have you taught me over the years.
“Including how to hide things right in front of you. As well as how to plaster a wall. You didn’t think I would remember how, did you? I had been trying to think of ways to tell you how much you mean to me. The test of time as you always told me was an EON away. EON being ONE rearranged by God himself.
“In the end I pray I have given you my all. A life of love and devotion. Serving you well. Giving you an heir. A son.” Dhorne began to sniffle ever so lightly, “ONE day we shall be together in Heaven. As Uncle Joe would say. My God is the man I married. False idol I know. God help me for thinking different.
“You disappear for so very long. I worry for our son. He misses you so. Always so full of questions about you. I tell him how great his father is, yet the distance clouds his pride. This little bit of Heaven is in upheaval I’m afraid. Someday judgment will come. I know you will never disappoint me when that time comes.
“Respect your son. Teach him. Love him. Grant him the knowledge you possess. Ready him to be a man. As great as the man I see in him each day. What do I give to the MASTER that has everything? A surprise one day found. A capsule of pride. Time! I do hope I have passed the test. I love you, My MASTER. My MATE. As I can hear you say, find the ME in tiME. For you it is ONE O’cLOCK. Turning the N on its side my handsome OZE. The LOCK is yours to open. The O the symbol of the cOllar I wear. Happy Anniversary, Beloved! Enjoy my fond memories.”
Oz stared at the letter then closed his eyes. “Got a hanky, Joe? Or do I need to yank off my headpiece?”
Uncle Joe was way ahead of him; a white handkerchief held firmly in ready. “Keep it. The day is young.”
Dhorne dabbed his eyes then blew his nose with one hand. Carefully folding the letter, he placed it back into the steel box and closed the lid. “Enough for one breath.”
He perked up hearing another large truck approach in the distance. “How’s the back?”
“Let’s build a new foundation.” Joe rolled his sleeve up. “For Nora!”
Oz nodded locking the box back up then bent to slide it under his bed. Hanky tucked into his polo shirts pocket he reached over to squeeze the back of Joe’s neck.
“Thanks for coming along. Might need your help a little later too. Can you hang around?”
“Perhaps by the time we finish, Nina will be purged?”
“C’mon Joe. Her perfume ain’t much better.” Heading downstairs they stepped out the front door as crew boss Mercedes unshackled another flatbed trailer of concrete blocks. Whistling loudly to gather all of the girls into one unit to unload the blocks brought them running. Dhorne sized up each of them as they joined in flexing muscles they didn’t even know they had. Joe too admired their drive. Sensing they were using this job to atone.
“They put the ONE in atONE. OWN! How beautiful the English language. Bless you, Jesus.” Dhorne smirked at Joe’s witty observation. Making another snap observation Dhorne crossed his arms at the lagging Yolanda Paris. Meeting eyes she groaned at the sight.
“How am I supposed to finish that doghouse by nightfall if I have to move blocks?”
“Better these blocks than cellblocks. Start sweating!”
Sondra Moon nudged her along with a glare. “Yeah, YoYo! You might sweat some of that pooch off.” Dhorne caught the inside joke but let it slide for once.
Paris however sneered at Moon. “Just because you have SON and MOON in one name doesn’t give you the right to gravitate to my equator. Fuck off!” It seemed wordplay was popular today!
Esther Cordoba moved past Yolanda wielding a block in her hands. “Stop baying at Moon and do your share.”
Yolanda Paris spat at the ground and started to join in when Mercedes Holden gripped her by her arm. “Block off the chip, Paris. I can put in a request that you go back to Winehall.”
The woman hesitated looking at each of the other girls. “Yeah, you do that, Ms. Holden.” Yolanda then did her part.
Kimber Lomax strained as she lured a block off of the edge of the truck, handed down by the driver. Dhorne stopped her.
“Gimme that! Walk with me.”
She hesitated knowing she didn’t want the others to think she wasn’t pulling her weight. Journeying to the side of the house with his blocks in hand Oz sats them down near the pile of plaster they had discarded from up above. He looked up at the hole in Connor’s room. “How’d that feel to bust your way out?”
“Is this question going anywhere?”
“Fresh air on the other side. Walls are closing in until you fight back and tear them down.” Oz awaited Esther and Moon to rest their blocks and walk away. “Held back against your will gets you all fired up, don’t it?”
“Who are you trying to be? My shrink? Monet uses those kinds of head picking phrases too.”
“Monet. Beautiful name.”
“If you knew her you wouldn’t say that.” Kimber rolled her eyes! “She’s stunning, but she’s evil incarnate. Trust me on that.”
“She know about the warden using y’all?”
Kimber’s eyes grew wide! “You know about that?”
She rolled her tongue between her lips looking carefully to each of the girls as they came and go. Once Yolanda stepped away she chose her next words carefully.
“Mister Dhorne. Be careful with this. I don’t wish bad things for you. Yes, Monet knows. She’s just as greedy as the warden. Lasher knows there’s nothing we can do about what he makes us take part in. None of us want to stay in Winehall long. Do I feel the walls closing in? Yes! Do I wish I could set the warden on fire? Yes! What he’s putting me through is no different than those bastards that raped me and held me captive. Monet just tells me it’s better to relive my life through secure channels that the warden manages. What kind of fucking shit is that? If I was willing no problem. But for them to encourage and force me to live out my past is despicable. I hate them. How did you know?”
“I know lots of things, Lomax. Your ex was a firefighter, weren’t he?”
She dropped her jaw! “How?”
“You don’t learn fire techniques and updrafts without living it. You ain’t the firefighter type, yourself. Can’t even carry blocks. Sure, you could’ve read up, but to physically make it happen? Experience. He taught you, didn’t he?”
“He did. Monte died in a fire set by those crackheads.”
“So, you sought revenge. They caught you and raped you. You were on the inside. Just how you planned. While they slept you cooked up your plan so that you could get off scot free. Backfired! Pardon the pun.”
She pouted trying to avoid tears for the sake of the other girls. “Maybe I’m getting my payback in Winehall. I hated them. The crackheads. Dealing their crap and watching young kids die off. Monte would come home with stories about drug houses catching fire and destroying neighborhoods. When I found out from his best friend that Monte didn’t make it and that the drug dealers got off I took the bull by the horns. Am I sorry I took their lives? No! Were they sorry that they took Monte’s life? No again. Sir? I’m not a bad person. I’m just sorry those two crackpots got out alive to blame me. Monte wasn’t even deemed a hero. He was to me.”
Oz stared her in the eye, forcing her gaze by gripping her chin. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re HOT?”
“Only the door man where Monte and I lived. Funny, his name was Bernie. Burn just follows me home I guess.”
“Ight!” Dhorne could see her sincerity. “Struggle with those blocks some more. Find the strength to rebuild your home. For Monte!”
Thank you, Sir.” She smiled brightly! “I think I’ll ask Mercedes to teach me Masonry.”
Again, Ozzie’s mentality found SON in maSONry. MARY had fit him in. Jesus, he thought! Nora knew. Joe eased to their side dropping his eighth block before sitting down a ball of sweat.
“Can’t build a world in a day, Joe. That’s one up on seven. I think you best stop and rest before Gina gets a call from the ER.”
Joseph Grogan nodded looking for his hanky when he realized that Oz had borrowed it. Dhorne chuckled and removed his bandanna offering it to his uncle.
“Head’s up.”
Joe reluctantly claimed it to wipe his brow and neckline. A gentle breeze flooded in off of the lake enveloping them all. Belle Fontaine stopped long enough to tug at her sweat stained white t-shirt cooling herself off in the wind. Dhorne eyed her noting her nipples perking up beneath.
He puckered looking at Joe then pointing at both he and Belle. “Church Belle’s ringing! Time for you to chime in, Fontaine. Honesty is the best policy. Let’s put the purge in Perjury. Fill me in.” Belle stammered, feigning exhaustion with a wagging tongue.