Chapter 33

While I had been busy finding and setting up the sting for Gary, Sally and Janey had also been busy. I should have known better than to leave the two of them alone with my sister. Although it still isn't clear what part Marion played in all of this, I suspect it is far greater than any of the three of them have ever admitted to me, especially considering what happened as a result.

To begin with, Janey had recognized the girl at the opera as a student from her school. From there it was a simple task to find out her name, Simone LeBrech, and that she was French, smart and extremely shy. Sally took it from there and followed the girl home one afternoon after school and found where she lived. The day she had done that was the day Gary left for South America and she saw him carrying his suitcase out of the house and down to a waiting cab. She had been terrified that Gary might have seen her, but she knew when he packed like that he would be gone for at least a week.

She used the next week to set up a fictitious meeting with the mother. Knowing Sally, she couldn't pull off a lie to save her life and the two women were soon weeping and swapping horror stories about life with Gary. Sally had come clean with her, so Nicole confessed she was at her wit's end as Gary was sexually abusing her little girl after he put Nicole into bondage. He made her watch each assault on Simone. Lately, each time he was getting rougher and rougher with the girl.

Sally liked Nicole immediately and wanted to help her somehow. Her heart went out to her and being the kind-hearted and generous person she was, she offered my services, too. The only problem was, she hadn't asked me first. In fact, I knew nothing of this, as I was busy shanghaiing Gary.

So, there I was, innocently sitting at my desk, forcing myself to work, or at least look like it. The last week or two I had been out of touch with my clients and, secure as their investments were, they liked to be occasionally reminded that I was watching out for them. I managed to soothe a few ruffled feathers and nervous nellies before I just gave up and stared at the blank fucking wall.

That was how Sally found me when she popped into my office. I was so preoccupied with not knowing how things were going in Chile that I didn't notice her until she finally cleared her throat.

I looked at her. She was sitting Indian-style on my blotter and was offering me something. She looked very serious. I really had been somewhere else mentally. At first I thought she was handing me her collar, but I knew this wasn't the position for that.

"What is that, Sally?"

"It is a thong of a bride."

I remembered the story Amud had told me about the thong, and what it was for. Sally's next words confirmed it.

"I, uh, need to ask you for a favor."

"Sally, you know that everything I have is yours. You don't need a thong."

"Well, uh, it's kind of a special request, Larry. This would require a thong. Believe me."

I should have known right then that something catastrophic was afoot. I should have run like the devil himself was chasing me. Did I? Nope! Call me curious, call me stupid, I stayed.

"Is that your thong?"

I didn't think she had had the time to finish one, even if she had started when we first knew about them.

She paused at that. "Uh, no. I borrowed one from Bala."

"Borrowed?" She nodded. "You've started one of your own to replace it?"

"Yes."

"Borrowing is not a good idea, even from friends. Give it back to her. Bring me your thong."

"It's not ready yet. This one can be used for singing now."

"Can the favor wait for the thong to be finished?"

"I don't think so."

I thought for moment, making her wait. She squirmed so nicely when she was nervous.

"Bring me yours. I will accept it on the condition that you finish it."

Sally climbed down off my desk and left the room. Three minutes later she came back in. Kneeling this time, she offered up her thong to me. It was still damp from having resided within her vaginal canal.

"You're offering me this as a slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"But you're not wearing my collar! How can I accept this?"

Her hands flew to her neck. Blushing, and unusually flustered for her, she scampered to the rack that held hers and Janey's collars. Returning to her knees, she offered me her collar. I fastened it on. Again, she offered me the thong.

"Are you properly attired, slave?" I asked her in mock severity.

Her look at me was definitely not that of a calm submissive woman. She realized by now I was teasing her. I think I liked her exasperated with me. Well, a little bit, anyway.

It took her longer to return this time and I heard other voices being shushed in the hallway. Still glaring at me, she made her way over to my chair and kneeled for a third time. Once more, she lifted the thong.

"When was the last time you did your Head Time, slave?" I realized that she was desperate enough that I could get this to go on indefinitely. This could be interesting.

Her hands lowered slowly in surrender. She realized I was going to make her work before I accepted the thong from her. With a heavy sigh of frustration, she opened my trousers and freed my hardening cock. This happened far too rarely for me, having Sally in this position. I settled back and relaxed, ready to enjoy the feeling of utter silence and peace while having the head of my cock bathed in my lover's mouth.

Sally gave an exasperated grunt as I settled back, but did not break from her place. I let her wait for a long 15 minutes before I gently caressed her cheek, a signal she could finish.

"Thank you, Master. I have missed that, too."

She knew what I was thinking? God Damn!

This time, with utter supplication, she held up the thong.

I accepted it, obliging me to honor her request. I lifted the damp leather to my nose and inhaled the scent of my love. I didn't realize yet what an expensive bouquet it was going to be, but right then I didn't care. I was still lost in the arousing aroma of the thong and didn't notice when two other women entered the room. Sally stayed bowed down, my prick stayed standing free as she had left it, waving in the breeze.

I think she knew what my reaction was going to be to her request. She was right to be a little afraid. Pissed would be a nice word for it.

She introduced the two new women, Nicole and Simone, mother and daughter. They looked vaguely familiar. When she mentioned they had been the two women with Gary the night of the concert, it hit me. I suddenly had an awful feeling I knew what the favor was going to be. Really pissed would be closer.

Her request was that I allow Nicole and Simone to join the household; our household; permanently. Both of them were aware of our lifestyle and were willing to join. They were eager, in fact. Nicole would be another slave and Simone would be, well, another daughter, sort of.

I sat stone still, trying to convince myself of my love for Sally, trying to figure out what in the fucking Hell she was doing. Was she really offering me another woman? I mean, sure, Nicole was nice to look at, but shit, Sally and I weren't even married yet! I for damned sure wasn't tired of her and didn't think I would ever be.

My knuckles were white on the arms of the chair. This one was metal, so they didn't snap like the ones on the chair in the kitchen. But they did bend a little. I tried really hard not to yell at her, to humiliate her in front of the people she was trying so hard to help. I zipped up my pants for starters, my erection collapsing as the totality of her request hit me.

God Damn fucking women! Don't they always know when you've reached that last piece of rope? I was worried about two of my friends, the shadow I had asked to follow Gary and Miki's father, Juan Miguel and Sally brings home two strangers. I had just sent a man to his death, albeit justifiable in my mind and had put another friend in possible peril. The waiting and not knowing was killing me. I wasn't ready for this right now.

Things with Sally and Janey were going so well, too! How is it that just when you finally get a good grip on what's going on, they ask you to do something that totally fucks up the system? And then want you to fix it? God Damn it all to Fucking Hell!

I managed to do two things. First, I didn't yell at her and second, I managed to remind myself that I loved her. I didn't have a clue what she was trying to do, but if this was important enough for her to ask for, it was important enough for me to consider. OK, technically, by accepting the thong, I had no choice. But again, technically, it wasn't our fucking custom, either.

I reached down and touched Sally's head. I nodded curtly for her and the young girl to leave. Nicole LeBrech stood before me, her head bowed down. I looked at her for a while in silence. She was a fine looking woman, different in most ways from Sally, and I will admit, the sight of her stirred my blood. I felt guilty, momentarily.

She sat down at my request in one of my office chairs. I asked her to tell me her story, to be as complete and honest as she felt she could be. It was odd, but I could not sense her with my new senses as I could Sally and Janey. It was like there was a nothingness there, as if the feelings had been beaten out of her. When I thought back, I thought I had sensed something from Simone but it felt different than what I sensed form Sally and Janey. It was as if her 'sense' was stiffer or something. I couldn't place my finger on it exactly and, right then, I didn't have the time to think about it. Nicole was talking.

She had been born in a little village outside of Paris, France. Her mother had died during childbirth, so she had never known her. Saddened by the loss of his true love but a proud man, her Papa had refused all help from the village women and had raised Nicole by himself. He was a loving parent but refused to dote on her, spoiling her as so many single parents who feel guilty. He was a perfectionist himself and demanded her very best efforts in all she did, often admonishing her for substandard efforts. He did not reprimand her for failing when she had given her best effort.

Nicole had thrived in that atmosphere. She proved to be exceptionally bright and had finished her basic schooling, the equivalent of American high school, by the age of 15. At the graduation festivities, Nicole got extremely drunk, with the encouragement of several of her older colleagues. Simone was born 9 months later. She hadn't exactly been raped, but she didn't know who the father was and no one came forward to take the credit. In the days prior to DNA testing, there wasn't much she or her father could do.

Papa took this development in stride. He moved to Paris with her so she could start University. Simone was born between the end of term exams. Papa found a job at night in an auto factory and helped Nicole raise Simone until Nicole had finished with her Ph.D. work five years later. She had a doctorate in an esoteric area of neurochemistry.

Papa had been killed in an explosion at the auto plant two years later. Devastated and alone with a young daughter, Nicole had latched onto — her words — the first man to come along that showed any interest in her. Using her small inheritance, he brought her to America, but, when the money ran out, so did he.

Determined to make it in this new country, she called one of her Professors who had taken an interest in her career. He referred her to the president of a small biotech company near where she was currently living in the US who needed someone with her particular skills. For the next year or two, Nicole worked hard, as Papa had trained her to and she did well. Being beautiful helped and she had more and more contact with the CEO of the company, an old curmudgeon who had gone through several wives already. Nicole initially rebuffed his advances, but the old bastard really fell hard for her. He persisted, he prevailed and they married, much to the dismay of her many other suitors.

She continued to do well, the company prospered from her patents and, predictably, the old man died. He died happy, in bed with Nicole, but it was traumatic for her. He had left her everything her owned, other than what went to the other wives and the stockholders. He had been smart enough to have everything tied up legally so they didn't contest the Will. None of them wanted to fight his lawyers again, it seemed.

Nicole and Simone had been naturalized to US citizenship during this stint. She continued to run the company for a while but it wasn't what she wanted to do. She missed working in the lab. She wanted out of the corporate rat race. Through her own contacts in the industry, she found a buyer for the company and made several people very rich, including herself.

Being rich, single and beautiful would not seem to present a tremendous problem to most people but Nicole seemed to attract and be susceptible to smooth con men. She had invested her fortune wisely and had put several roadblocks between it and any confidence scheme but that didn't stop the pricks from trying. Most of them tried the wrong approach, trying to sweet talk or woo her with flowers. Those she felt comfortable with, as those she could handle.

Gary was the first one to touch her hidden submissive nature and it rattled her to her core. Knowing of his quasi-intelligence training, it did not surprise me that he had quickly found his way through the obstacles to her bank accounts and was bleeding them dry at an alarming rate. Even at the rate he was going, however, she still had enough to keep him in fresh Gucci's for another four years or so.

My ears perked up at that. That was serious money she was talking about. It was also obvious that her fortune represented something more to her than just security. If she became a part of the household, I would have to make sure her money was kept totally autonomous from mine. I figured I would handle it the same way I did with Sally and Janey's funds but I knew I would have to make a special effort to make her feel comfortable that I was not after her money. It wouldn't be easy. If I had that kind of money, I'd be suspicious of everyone, too.