I woke up early Sunday morning for some reason. Sandy was still sound asleep so I eased out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. Had to have my coffee to get my eyes fully open. While the coffee was brewing I jumped in the shower, then with a full coffee cup in my hand I went to my office and clicked the computer on. I had some serious research to do.
First I checked the stock price of the solar company Klaus had mentioned. It was just pennies per share. I called my broker leaving a message to buy $20,000.00 worth of that stock. That should produce enough profit to help with the every increasing costs of developing the property.
Klaus soon joined me as the smell of the coffee woke him. We discussed the stock situation and I told him what I had accomplished.
"That is good. With this company I think it is possible to actually own controlling interest. All the stock holders are dissatisfied with the performance as it has taken much longer to produce a viable product than was originally anticipated."
I asked, "Would it be a problem if a few of the people here were to become involved?"
"I don’t think so as long as they work through brokers in other parts of the country. We must not leave any suspicions that this is an inside trading deal because it isn’t. I am totally independent from any of the stock exchanges and have never met or corresponded with any of the principles of the companies. I just happen to watch product development very closely and project the effect it will have. It is perfectly legal but I use many different accounts all over the world to spread the profits thin enough that they do not draw unwanted attention. Why do you ask?"
Sandy’s husband lost his job due to downsizing and they are having a rough time of it. I was hoping I could help them without interfering with the overall picture."
"That would be okay at a low level, say a thousand dollars or so."
I heard noises from the kitchen that meant at least one of the girls was up and moving around. We moved to the kitchen to find Sandy busily preparing breakfast. Kathy arrived as I refilled my coffee cup.
After a leisurely breakfast Klaus and Kathy left to explore a few of the houses they had seen yesterday. He thought it was time to set up a semi permanent residence here. To my surprise both of them left completely nude; this was a new and improved attitude for Klaus.
I asked Sandy how things were going with her vanilla hubby. "Not too well. With the money problems his nerves are shot and he is showing signs of irritability. In fact he didn’t want me to come this weekend saying we couldn’t afford the gas. He is spending way too much on booze now and is getting drunk two or three times a week. That doesn’t help when he has an job interview the next day."
Her situation seemed to be heading down hill. With his attitude and his self esteem this unstable I wasn’t sure that money would solve the problem. I felt it would be worth a try though.
"I think I understand your situation and a few bucks would help improve his attitude. Would it create more problems for you to come up with unexplained funds?"
"I really don’t know, he has always been the breadwinner ever since we have been married. He might enjoy the freedom or he might resent it, I just don’t know."
"Here is what I want you to do; I will loan you one thousand dollars to be repaid within two months." I wanted this to sound like a business deal that could be explained if need be. "You are to use the money exactly as I tell you. First you will open an account with a local broker near you.
I began explaining the procedures she would need to follow as I wrote down the name of the stock on a slip of paper, "You will instruct him to buy one thousand dollars worth of stock in this company." I handed her the paper. This must all be accomplished on Monday. You will need to establish an annuity that you control to hold the stock. You must have ownership of the stock by market close Tuesday. Friday morning you will call the broker to check on your portfolio. You will not faint when he tells you its value."
"Why would I faint?"
"Let’s just leave it at that. Can you do all of that in the time frame required?"
"I think so, but where will I get the money to pay you back?"
"We will discuss that Friday after you call the broker. No more questions now"
"I will have to cut the weekend short to be home early Monday morning to get all this done."
"I know, but we have a few things to do first," I told her as I had her drop to her knees and kiss my poor little neglected cock. She bent to the job with enthusiasm and soon had it standing proud. I helped her to her feet, gave her a long kiss and led her to the basement.
I didn’t have anything special in mind so I asked her what she would like to do. She thought for a few seconds, "I have been having a little trouble retaining my plug lately. I think it is time to move to a little larger size."
Now I can handle that, you bet. Her plug was only a small one and as she often wore it around the house her hole had adjusted to it. I moved her to the bathroom and began a complete cleaning; it was Friday morning since it had been done.
She was doing well, no dribbles when the third and final fill was completed. I had to tickle her belly button to break her concentration as she giggled and twisted to get away she dribbled. Now I was honor bound to give her ten with the rubber strap. I just love strapping a nice bouncy behind, especially when it is full and she is afraid to move.
Alas, she didn’t dribble any more and I permitted her to expel. Now time for the stretching; what position to use? After considerable thought I decided to use the adjustable horse. I lowered it, as she stood with her feet about three feet apart. I tied her ankle cuffs to the floor rings. I fastened a ringed collar around her neck and secured her wrist cuff to it from the back.
I selected a plug that was tapered to a maximum of one and a half inches. The bottom half of it was full width. I installed it on the horse, added lots of lube and slowly raised the horse to make contact with her ass hole. I raised it another inch to see if she would rise up on her toes or accept its entry. She let it enter her but was showing signs that she was ready to have it stop. I told her I was going to raise the horse two more inches and that she could rise up enough to relieve the pressure.
As I stopped the horse she was on her toes, unable to get high enough to get off of the plug and unable to accept it. She looked at me questioningly, "Have fun, I’m going to have a smoke." I walked to a chair and sat down.
She began experimenting with the depth she could accept by rising as high as possible and lowering herself back down on the plug. Slowly, very slowly she began to accept more and more of it. She was grunting each time she accepted a little more but was not indicating any real discomfort. After fifteen minute she had accepted as much as possible without bending her knees.
"How are you doing?"
"Okay so far but I really feel stretched."
"That’s okay. I will leave the horse at this setting for now." I picked up the rubber strap and began to gently spank her ass. She moved her ass a little with each stroke, which helped the ass hole muscles relax. After about twenty strokes she was comfortably impaled so I raised the horse three inches more as she rose to her tiptoes. I began to use the flogger on her breast as she continued her battle to cope with the intrusion. It only took a minute for her to settle as far as the horse would allow. She was now stretch to one and a half inches and reasonable comfortable.
"Ready for the next step?" I asked.
"I’m so stretched now I don’t think anything bigger will fit."
"Sure it will. I will change the plug to a slightly bigger size and you will see."
"What did I get myself into? I didn’t think you would go that big."
"Shucks, we have just started. Remember the size of Kathy’s plug?" She just shivered a little thinking about it. I lowered the horse and changed the plug for one two inches in diameter and five inches long. Again the bottom two inches were at the maximum size. As I raised the horse to make contact she jumps but then settled onto the tip. I raised the horse another two inches, which put the stretch at one and a half inches. As she relaxed I added a little more. She was doing well so far so I raised it two more inches. She was up on her toes very quickly and looking shocked.
I continued with the flogger to give her something besides the plug to consider. After a few strokes she settled a little bit but quickly rose back up. Time for another smoke as she adjusted to this new intruder. She wasn’t making much progress this time. She was breathing through her mouth and her legs were shaking from the strain of being on her toes. I decided she needed a little help. I began strapping her ass again. This produced the wiggles needed to help her stretch and slowly she descended. I let her rest for a couple minute then raised the horse three more inches. Her legs could no longer hold her up high enough to prevent the plug sliding fully into her. She moaned as the horse lifted the weight off of her shaking legs.
"You did it, a full two inches."
"Oh my God, that hole will never be the same."
"Sure it will, a few weeks without the plug and we can do this all over again."
"I will wear the plug all the time, honest I will."
"That isn’t necessary but if you like it that well there isn’t any reason you can’t. Right now you need to stay there for a while as your ass hole becomes accustomed to the new size then I will change it to a standard plug."
"I understand. It is starting to feel a little more comfortable now."
"Good but to help you forget about it for now how about a nice shinny set of nipple clamps and a couple sets of labia clamps with weights just for good measure?"
"I’m forgetting about it already just thinking about the clamps," was her halfhearted reply.
Her labia was well spread by the horse so that the clamps were easily applied. She gasped as each of the four clamps were applied and tightened securely enough to support the weights I intended to add later. I then kissed each nipple to bring them to attention and applied the clamps tightening until she moaned a little. I attached the weights to the labia clips and she began to slowly rock back and forth. The butt plug was no longer the center of her attention.
Twenty minutes later I lowered the horse enough to permit the plug to come out. I showed her the nice plug I had to replace it. It was a solid stainless steel plug with a green colored plastic insert in the base that looked like an emerald. It was the full diameter for its entire length, which ended in a rounded top and a retention groove near the bottom. It would certainly provide a full feeling.
"Oh my that is big! Very big but beautiful."
"Glad you like it. Its time to put it where it belongs," I said as I set it on the horse and began to raise it. The plug entered her completely with out a fuss. Her ass hole was adequately stretched for a good fit.
I lowered the horse and released her ankles and wrists but left all the clamps in place. I slowly led her to the examination table, positioned her feet very wide and high. One strap over her lower abdomen and wrist cuff attached to the sides of the table. I attached a small rope to the center of the chain between her nipple clamps, ran it through a pulley attached to the ceiling and pulled it snug.
I bent down and kissed her clit as it was now in plain sight. She tried to arch up but the strap kept her ass tight against the table. I continued to kiss and suck on that little bud until her orgasm began. I entered her and began a slow thrusting motion that continued her orgasm. I began snapping her clamped nipples with the rubber band and the low scream began. I increased the thrusting speed as the scream stopped. I reached up and removed the nipple clamps as her head began to roll from side to side. I removed the labia clamps quickly to let all the sensations mingle. She passed out.
I lowered her legs and removed her restraints including the cuffs. It was twenty minute before she began to stir, slowly she became aware of her surroundings. I hugged her and helped her off the table and into the bedroom. We cuddled for over an hour.
We finally made it to the shower together. As I washed her she washed me. We played in the shower until the hot water was gone. We dried each other with a little groping and touching. I patted her new plug and she jump and grinned. I was beginning to get hard again as she dried my cock for the twentieth time. I smacked her butt, "Back to bed!"
She giggled, grabbed my cock with her hand and led me to the bedroom. Oh well, sometimes you have to give a subbie a little extra freedom. I lay on my back as she assumed the classic 69 position and went to work. I tickled her clit with my tongue and was rewarded with a face full of pussy as she lowered herself as much as possible to increase the contact. Now that was a close up view of a well stretched ass hole. I began tapping it with a random pattern that increased her downward pressure.
There really are times when I wish I could breath through my ears. I continued the assault on her clit as she tried to swallow my cock. I finally had to reach down and hold her head still for a few minutes while exploring her pussy with my tongue.
She came with such force that I needed both hand to hold her in position. She had my cock completely in her mouth and was bucking like a bronco. I held on and comtiued my efforts even though it felt like my nose was broken from contact with the butt plug during her struggles to get away from my busy tongue.
Her orgasm peaked and began to ease up as I came, hard. She didn’t miss a drop and continued sucking. For the first time in years my erection continued. I rolled her off of me, turned and enter her as she spread her legs. I began long steady strokes as she continued to have mini orgasms one right after another. I came again and just collapsed. This was more exercise than I had experienced for a long time.
I kissed her nipples as I lay beside her holding her close. I rubbed her back and ass as we fell asleep.
When we woke it was 4 PM. It was time for her to go as she had a six hour drive to her home. While she was dressing and collecting her things I made some sandwiches. We ate slowly dreading to say good bye.
I asked her if she remembered the instruction I had given her. "Yes, but honestly a thousand dollars will buy a little time but isn’t going to make much difference over all. I hate to take money from you for my personal problems."
I smiled at her as I handed her ten one hundred dollar bills. "You may be surprised what a thousand dollars can do in the right place. Besides, this is not a gift but a loan to be repaid. Be sure to do exactly as I have told you and everything will be alright." I didn’t want her to feel I was trying to support her or interfere in her personal affairs but tried to put it on a business basis. A thousand dollars was not a big deal anymore.
We said our good byes and she drove away. I called my broker to confirm that he had followed my instruction. He had, but told me I was foolish to try to do the same thing twice. I offered to bet him another five thousand dollars that it would work. He decline the offer.
I checked my schedule and discovered there was nothing of importance scheduled until Friday afternoon. Good, I would have a few days for personal business. I returned to the computer and began searching for information about piercings in general and PAs more specifically. I found many sites and thousands of personal experiences. There was so much information I had to restrict my search to the PA only.
Even there the experiences were all over the board. The only thing they seemed to agree on was the procedure. The pain level was described as so bad they passed out or almost no pain at all. The bleeding was reported as light for a few hours or heavy bleeding for several days. The end results were described as wonderful or horrible. There wasn’t any middle ground.
The only consensus seemed to be that stretching immediately to the next size reduced the bleeding and healing times. I began to pay attention to the comments about the piercing studios. There were several in the city but only one was repeatedly recommended. I scribbled myself a note and shut the machine off.
I got dressed for the first time in a couple days; it was uncomfortable; nothing seemed to fit properly. I am always amazed how restrictive clothing really is.
I closed the house down and tossed my briefcase in the van and drove through the property to see if I could find Klaus and Kathy. No luck, that big Mercedes was nowhere to be seen. I headed for the city.
All was well at home. The wife was able to be out of bed for a couple hours a day now. The nurse had taken over all the normal household chores and even paid the bills as they came due. There was little to be done that had been not taken care of in a professional manner.
It had been a tiring weekend and an aggravating trip to the city; every major highway seemed to have some kind of construction going on. What should have been a two hour drive had stretched into four and a half hours. My wife was asleep and wouldn’t wake up until morning according to the nurse so I caught up on the local news and went to bed.
I slept in until ten then poured a cup of coffee, took a long hot shower and felt I was ready to face the day. I checked my e-mail, a lot of trash but a couple messages that could be important, one from Bill and the other from Sandy. I opened Bill’s first.
Robert had caught a man poking around the property early this morning. He did his best to run him off but found him an hour later near the foundations that had been constructed for the office building. This time Robert put him in custody for trespassing and took him to Bill.
Bill began to question him as Robert went through his billfold and pocket contents. It was determined that his name was Gerald Kirkland, age 38 with an address in a small town in Oklahoma. Bill was getting evasive answers to his questions. He told Robert to do a strip search as retribution. He was stripped right in the middle of the office. Now naked and told he would stay that way until he came clean he crossed his arms on his chest and refused to talk at all. Bill put him in one of the cells.
Robert continued to check his billfold contents; hell this guy was a psychology professor at a small university in Oklahoma. Now Bill had some ammunition.
"Do you have a phone number for that school?" he asked Robert.
"Sure do."
"Give them a call, let’s see what they have to say." Suddenly the prisoner wanted to talk.
He had heard there was some kinky activities taking place here and wanted to check it out. He felt a call to the school could jeopardize his employment and didn’t want us to make the call. His interest was only on a professional basis.
Just at that moment Cora entered the office, stopping when she saw the prisoner. She put her hands on her hips and said, "What kind of game are we playing now?"
The prisoner tried to cover up but decided that was useless.
"Do I get to do a body cavity search," Was Cora’s next comment?
The prisoner turned red, sat down on the bunk and crossed his legs.
"Not if he decides to answer a few questions."
The prisoner was obviously embarrassed but his attention was centered on Cora’s chest. She was wearing her usual, a tee shirt without a bra and her nipple piercings were obvious.
"Now let’s try this again. Why are you here and where did you get any information about this place?"
"I do have a professional interest if what I have heard is true. The information came to me through a student that apparently has an uncle that is involved with this place. I don’t know that person’s name."
"And you want to write papers about all the deviants you find here?"
"Perhaps but they would be of little scientific value as I would wish to be a participant also."
The message ended saying that I needed to talk to him personally and to let him know when I could return. I fired off an e-mail saying I would be there before dark. This could be serious if word of ‘The Project’ was spreading this fast.
Sandy’s message held an element of desperation. Her vanilla hubby had found the deposit slip for the money and was giving her a hard time about it. She had opened a separate account for it. She didn’t know what to do now. I sent her a message to emphasis that it was a loan to be repaid in a couple months and not to be used for current expenses. "Just hang tough until the end of the week." That was about all I could do for now.
I told the nurse there was an emergency at my job as the wife was still asleep. I put my unopened briefcase back in the van and headed out.
It was three in the afternoon when I pulled up in front of the Security Office. As I entered I saw the prisoner in the cell fully clothed. The remains of a hamburger and coke were sitting on the floor near the cell door. Bill had relented and let him get dressed and starvation was held at bay for the time being.
Cora poked her head around the corner from the next room to see who had entered, "Hi, glad to see you so soon. Bill is over at the construction site for the office building, I’ll call him."
I introduced myself to the prisoner as the Project Director. He was unimpressed. I started a Q & A session with him and wasn’t getting very far. Bill arrived and the answers became a lot more specific.
The prisoner whom I was now calling Jerry had though about the situation and decided to try a bluff. "That rent-a-cop that put me in here doesn’t have the authority to arrest me for anything."
"It is true as our security force he does not have that authority, yet. But that rent-a-cop as you call his is also a Deputy Sheriff and does have the authority to arrest you so you had best drop that line of thought."
I was most interested in determining where he had received the information. I got the same answer Bill had indicated. I pursued it a little farther grasping at straws; if he didn’t know the uncle’s name did he know his profession? He wasn’t sure but thought he was a lawyer. Interesting, to the best of my knowledge the only lawyer involved was Paul.
I stepped out side to call Paul and asked about nieces and nephews and if any of them attended school in Oklahoma. When I got a positive answer I told him to grab that kid and come to the office pronto.
Paul was there inside of fifteen minutes accompanied by a young girl that appeared to be about nineteen. Paul entered the office first and did not recognize Jerry but the girl sure did. She stopped dead in her tracks with her mouth open.
"Hi Nancy," was Jerry’s greeting. Nancy just stood in the doorway looking stunned.
I introduced Paul and Jerry then told Nancy to come in and shut the door. Robert found some folding chairs so that everyone could be seated. I began by bringing Paul up to date and explained that calling him was a shot in the dark.
Paul picked it up from there by explaining that Nancy was his older brother’s daughter and his favorite niece and that she spend a lot of time with him and his wife. It was inevitable that she would become aware of their BDSM life style. She had seen some of the leases and other documents pertaining to "The Project" in his office. He had sworn her to secrecy but apparently she had said more than she should.
Jerry followed up by stating it really wasn’t her fault. He had been covering the BDSM life style in his lectures and Nancy wasn’t agreeing with many of his points. When he had called it "Deviant Behavior" she had flatly stated it was not. He held her after the lecture to find out how she had formed her opinions. The truth came out about Paul and Tammy, she painted a very loving picture of the relationship.
"Now we know how you got the information but that doesn’t explain why you are here."
"Intellectual curiosity mostly with a good dose of stupidity it seems. If Nancy was so sure of her facts then I wanted to see for myself. I have been known to spank my wife from time to time but have never even considered anything close to what I think is happening here. I just wanted to know. By the way is that guy," as he pointed at Robert, "Really a Deputy Sheriff?"
"Sure is," I said, "and one of our charter members too. For the time being he is also an acting member of our board of directors until there are enough members to hold an election of sorts."
"Now back to our present dilemma, what should we do with you? Should we vote on it or just hang you?" Jerry’s jaw dropped to his knees. After a few seconds it was taken as the joke it was intended to be and laughter filled the room.
"Now that we have all had a good laugh we need to know what your intentions are. We have too much time and money invested here to let anything foul up the works. As you know we have outside workmen here today. They will be here for months but are not allowed on the property after six in the evening until seven in the morning. They also will not be here on the weekends or holidays. During those time only members will be here."
"What we are building is basically a closed community were all residents and members have the same basic ideas. It will be difficult but it can be done. BDSM is a major part of it but other considerations are also included such as nudity. Do you have any problems with this type of attitude?" I continued with a fair description of ‘The Project’.
"It sounds too good to be true, if I understand this correctly. No one is required to be involved in the BDSM life style but must be open to it. All participants in the activities must be consenting adults. Clothes are optional and singles are accepted as members also. I could enjoy this."
Mike produced a copy of the membership agreement and passed it to Jerry who scanned it quickly, looked at me and said, "I don’t see anything here that would be a problem for me or my wife. If I sign this I can become a member?" "You may want to read the confidentiality clause more carefully, it has some teeth and they will be used if needed."
"I understand. I do not wish to create any problems for you but I would like to join as a part time member. It is not practical for me to move here on a permanent basis at this time."
"Fair enough. Temporary housing is available in some of the houses on the property. The terms are simple. No rent but you pay the utilities. You may furnish it as you wish with the items in the warehouse that were left in the houses when the people moved out or you may buy your own. It will be for your exclusive use until the final housing arrangements are complete."
He nodded his agreement.
"Now that we have that handled I wish to present you with a proposition. As we have more and more people apply we need a good and as near as possible infallible method of screening. Robert and Paul can check the criminal backgrounds but we don’t have a method of determining social skills and attitudes. Would it be possible for you to design a test that could provide this information?"
"Certainly, there are existing examines that would work very nicely with only minor changes and give an insight to many attitudes and feelings. The scoring would need to be modified but again that is minor."
"Very good, when could you have it ready?"
"A couple days after I return to the school."
"Would you also be available to conduct personal interviews when needed?"
"Definitely, that would be the most interesting part for me. Would I be allowed to do a study on the BDSM lifestyle?"
"Study anything you want but don’t be a nuisance about it. Remember the confidentiality clause." "Where do I sign?"
I was relieved that another piece of this massive puzzle had fallen in place so easily. As I stood to indicate our business was completed a feminine voice interrupted my contemplation, "What about me?"
I turned to see Nancy waving her hand in the air, damn; I had concentrated so completely on the problem at hand I had forgotten she was here. I quickly went back over what had been said looking for any secrets that may have be divulged. I couldn’t think of anything that she wouldn’t have known or at least suspected.
"Okay, what about you?"
"I want to join." I looked at Paul for some help but he just shrugged his shoulder.
For once I was at a loss for words, not even a smart ass reply came to mind. "Why," was my only response?
She was a little startled but answered anyway, "If Uncle Paul thinks it is okay for him and Aunt Tammy then it should be okay for me too."
I was stumped on what to do, finally I woke up, I didn’t have to handle this, I had just hired a psychologist to help with the screening. I turned to Jerry, "This is a lot sooner than expected but it looks like your first interview is at hand." I motioned them into the rooms that were designed as a doctor’s office. Close enough to what was needed right now.
I wasn’t looking forward to the drive back to the city. It would be nine before I could get there but I had pretty much decided on a rather special event for tonight. I arrived in the center of town and found the address I was looking for tucked in behind a restaurant on a side street. A well lit and spotlessly clean little shop in a section of the city that had been known as the main hangout for every hooker within miles only a few years ago. Now it was more upbeat with sidewalk cafes, nightclubs and a diverse clientele. Not a hooker in sight and patronized by a much younger and open group. Vanilla, bi and gay mingled without incident.
I entered to discuss what I wanted and was assured it could be done in a few minute. I filled out the required paperwork, paid $90.00 and sat down to wait. A few minutes later I was motioned into a back room. It only took a couple minutes and I dropped ten bucks in the tip jar. The piercer grinned and said thanks.
Piercer? Did I say piercer? Sure did, if Susan was that happy with Robert’s PA and Sandy would like to try it, why not? Can’t let those kids get too far ahead of me now can I. Who was I fooling; the male ego had struck again.
I drove home expecting to be covered with blood but there were only a few drops. I wrapped it in tissues and went to bed. I cleaned everything up the following morning and the bleeding had stopped. Now just keep it clean and out of harms way for a couple weeks.
There was a fax waiting on my machine when I entered the office. I punched the "Go" button and it began printing. It was a hand written evaluation of Nancy submitted by Jerry. It was full of psychobabble but the bottom line was that she was already involved in BDSM with her steady boyfriend and was qualified to become a member. They were getting started younger all the time.
The rest of the week dragged by uneventfully. My Friday afternoon call to the broker produced the results I had hoped for; the stock was now worth over sixty million dollars. I sent a quick e-mail to Sandy and received a message in return within a minute. She did not believe the results and thought someone was playing a dirty trick on her. I told her to call me ASAP.
The phone rang before I could shut the computer down.
"This can’t be right, that little bit of stock can’t be worth over ten million dollars."
"Believe it, you are now a millionaire many times over. No more money problem, ever. Go buy a new car, pay off the mortgage, do what ever you want to do with it. It is yours but be careful, hubby may get all bent out of shape about it. Be sure to put it in that annuity where he can’t get to it."
‘Why would he do that, he should be thankful."
"I know but this just took his reason for feeling superior away from him. He may very well resent it."
"I’m still having trouble believing it but thank you so much."
In solving one problem I may have created another but at least there were funds to cope with it now.
I stayed in the city for the weekend but was back at ‘The Project’ Monday morning. I drove through the property looking for signs of activity. There were crews everywhere I looked. Fences were being removed and new ones installed. Houses were being moved and other building demolished. Utility work was everywhere.
Bill was in the office when I entered and handed me a folder to look over. There were a dozen personal profiles in it. "Where did all of these come from?"
"Cora has been handling the answers to the ads, there has been over two hundred applications so far. Several people come by after you left, most of them from the city and one couple that was local. Jerry was still here so he worked up profiles on the ones that were serious."
I was caught unawares. I had been so busy with everything else I had forgotten the ads. This was getting too big for Cora to handle with her other duties as the only full time medical professional.
"Have you checked them?"
"I glanced at them but didn’t really pay that much attention, it’s been a busy week here."
I sat down and began to study the papers as Robert entered. I asked if he knew about the profiles. "Sure do and have ran back grounds on most of them. The rest of the reports will be here after lunch."
"How are they checking out so far?"
"Got a couple that will need careful consideration, the rest are okay as far as I can tell at this point. Paul is checking for anything that might turn up in the legal system."
I called Paul when I had finished with the profiles. He said he had checked a few of them so far but it would take a couple days for everything to come in.
"Do you know anyone that could be trusted to handle all of this paperwork? Someone that could become a member and has the experience to sort through all of it and produce a readable report?"
"Actually there are two gals that are staying in the old Anderson< place; either one of them would do a great job. Why don’t you drop by to see them? The names are Connie Smith and Brenda Roberson, there are two men also but I don’t know their names right off hand" He gave me their phone number, which was local rather than a cell phone.
I called and chatted with Brenda for a few minutes, she seemed to know me, which was interesting because I didn’t remember ever meeting her. I accepted an invitation to dinner at seven.
Jerry faxed a copy of the tests he intended to use to accompany the profiles. I looked through the ten pages of questions noticing most of them asked the same questions but were worded differently. I know enough about testing to understand that a simple change of ‘would’ to ‘could’ might very well generate a different answer.
I nodded and continued to study the profiles. As I finished each one I gave it a grade from one to four, one being okay, two needed further information, three was questionable and four was no way. As the background checks became available they would also be graded and combined with the profile.
I guess the best way to kill time is to work it to death. It was after five before I finished; time to get a shower and change clothes into something a little more formal than an old shirt and shorts. I went to my house and got ready for dinner. Great idea; hadn’t eaten anything all day.
I arrived exactly at seven and was greeted at the door by Michael, the head of the Agriculture Department. He was one of the sub males that had attended the first meeting. He may be a sub but he was all business and hard as nails on the job.
He introduced me to Connie, Brenda and Bob. Now I knew why Brenda thought she knew me. This little group was all at the first meeting.
Connie was a cute little gal about 5’ 3" and in good shape. She was dressed in a western style shirt and blue jeans, which somehow went well with her reddish blonde hair.
Brenda was a big girl, almost six feet tall and pretty with jet black hair. She was wearing a western style shirt also but it was black with a gold chain looped between the pockets, her jeans were also black.
I had seen Bob at the meeting but never met him personally. He was of medium height and weight, dark complected, perhaps a little Indian ancestry there, and very congenial.
Connie, who seemed to be in charge of the household, told the two men it was time to dress for dinner. They both answered, "Yes Ma’am." And left the room. They returned about five minutes later completely nude, that is, no clothes.
I was a little surprised but I don’t think it showed that much. Bob had a larger than normal chain swinging from his large nipple rings. There was a heavy leather strap around his waste with a crotch strap that had a large hole cut out to permit his equipment to protrude. It continued between his legs retaining the butt plug he wore. A cage of some sort was clamped tightly around his balls and cock. They were compressed to the size of a medium sized orange. I thought that set up had to hurt.
Michael was more open but had to be uncomfortable as well. There was a tight ring around his cock just behind the head. There were four small chains attached to the ring and joined together at a small shield that covered the tip of the cock. A heavy collar was clamped around the scrotum above his balls and was stretching them down. A leather strap was attached to the collar and ran between his balls separating them and pulling the skin tight. In addition there were two chains attached to the scrotum collar that terminated below his stretched and separated balls and supporting two large weights.
They both wore collars equipped with tie rings around their necks.
"Connie addressed them, "Okay boys, time to set the table."
They hurried to the kitchen and the sounds of dishes and silver ware could be heard. Michael entered the room, bowed to Connie and said," The table is ready, Ma’am".
Connie said, "Fine shall we begin?" As she took my arm and led me into the dining room.
The two subs served the meal as well as any waiter in the best restaurants could have done. The meal was superb and I over ate, as usual.
When the table was cleared she gave the subs permission to eat. They set their food and drink on a coffee table and knelt down beside it.
The girls and I moved to the living room to discuss the job opening I needed to fill. Connie was pretty sharp and had copies of her and Brenda’s resumes ready for me.
Connie was a clerk in the county court. Brenda was a bookkeeper but currently unemployed. She had worked with Bob in a locally owned super market that was forced to close when a national chain opened a store a few miles away. There wasn’t enough business to support both so the chain store dropped prices below cost to gain all the business. Connie and Michael were supporting this little group.
Connie was my choice hands down with her connections to the local courts. Brenda kind of sagged in her chair with this news but I continued to discuss some of the details of the position being offered. Salary was discussed along with other benefits. The long term house was also covered; eventually everyone would be located in the residential area in new or completely remodeled homes. The cost would be $1,000.00 per month to be deducted from salary. She agreed to the package as she had seen how we operated with Michael.
I turned to Brenda, "I don’t have anything permanent to offer you right now although I think Connie may need some help getting everything set up. Long term we intend to build a supermarket here in the community but we need a lot more people before that will become practical. It will be a divided store that will serve both the community members and the general population of the area. We may even be able to remove that chain store."
She was ecstatic about that. She agreed to help Connie until the store would be ready.
I asked Connie if it would be permissible for me to talk to Bob also. She agreed and called him into the room. He knelt in front of her, "Yes Ma’am?"
"The gentleman wishes to talk to you for a moment." He turned toward me, "Yes Sir?"
I told him of the plans to build a store and asked if he would be interested in operating it. Of course he was. I suggested he draw up a set of plans that would permit community members and the general population to shop at the same time without any contact between the two groups. He agreed to try.
Michael had entered the room and was kneeling beside Connie staying as tall as possible. Connie reached over and lifted the two weights in her hand; she played with them for a minute and suddenly dropped them. He grunted but I noticed his cock begin to rise. She did it again and his cock was at full attention, which caused the little shield and chains to become imbedded in the head of his cock. He moaned but didn’t move. She continued to raise and drop the weights as I said my thank you for the fine dinner and got out of there. Just watching that display made my fresh PA hurt. As I walked to the van I heard a loud, "Ouch," I didn’t want to know, I just kept walking.