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“Um, S-Sarah, you usually call your daughter around now.”
“Ed, I wish you'd call her our daughter, you did more to rear her than her natural father.”
Edward was immediately confused, but did not voice an objection as he dialed the bedside phone.
“Hi mom! How was your week?”
“Oh, it was fine,” she hesitated, “um, the usual.”
Suzanne noticed the change in meter of her mother’s voice. “Are you sure everything is okay? Like with work and all?”
“Yes, yes, all of that is fine. How are your studies and activities?”
Now Suzanne knew something was up. Her mother normally just asked about grades. “Fine, mom, Tam and I went to the gown ball and won Queen and Queen, I still have all A’s too.”
“Tam and what?”
“I knew that would shake you,” she said with a giggle, “yes, Tam and I went to the ball on a lark, since neither of us had an acceptable date and we both have such beautiful gowns. We swapped gowns and went together and won!”
Sarah’s voice calmed. “Oh, I see, so college hasn’t changed a bit since I went?”
Suzanne giggled, “Which time? You have been so many more times than me.”
Sarah giggled back, “All of them. So, when is your next visit back home?”
“Two weeks for the next break. Hope I still have a room there? I have a few classes next term that you and Edward can help with too.” In the background, Suzanne heard a cough like Ed’s.
“Oh, he is right here, tell us both what subjects?”
“Ed? You are right there? Hi! How are you?”
“Um, fine Suzanne . . .”
“Well, I have a couple of industrial management classes and an accounting class. Thinking the IM stuff is more you, Ed, and the accounting is mom.”
“I will be more than glad to help. Just send me all the class data and your questions, like usual.”
Sarah finally realized why Suzanne sounded surprised. This was the first time in ages that Edward was in the room when she did her Sunday call to Suzanne. “Baby, things have changed a little at home.”
Suzanne answered with a happy giggle, “Sounds like it. For the better?”
“Well, Edward and I are much closer now than your last visit . . .”
Suzanne interrupted. “You are married again?”
“Suzanne! We never stopped being married . . .”
“But you act like you are now?”
“O-M-G, well, yes, we are much closer now.”
“This is the best news ever! Are you on another honeymoon now or something?”
Sarah smiled and hugged Edward. “I guess you could say that. It sort of happened overnight . . .”
“Mom, if you want me to stay up here during the break I can, lots to do, if you two want private time. Or I can just stay with a friend there so you two can be alone . . .”
“We both really want to see you, so think about that second option, okay?”
“Sure thing mom! Hey, dad, can you hear? I love you both!” she said in happy tears.
“We both love you too Suzanne,” Edward said in tears too as Suzanne hung up.
“Um, Ed, she is your daughter too, even if it is not genetic.”
“But, you said long ago . . .”
Sarah stopped him. “Ed, I know I have done most everything wrong in our relationship. She is every bit as much your daughter as she is mine. I don’t care what I said that I have forgotten, but this is my feeling. Sounds like hers too. She is miles away and could hear in our voices that things are different now and she is right. She even called you dad, so please accept it?”
Edward could not answer through more tears and Sarah could do nothing else but hug him. Just as Sarah was about to give up on a response from Nancy that day, and long after Edward had given up, Sarah got a response to her plea to release the locks:
Misses Kneeler,
I feel the need to remind you that company issued devices are not to be used for personal communications. I typically do not answer mine on the weekend, but I understand people in your position have a tenancy to break the rules and use company property as if it were your own. You may contact me at 571-555-1212 with your message again.
Mrs. Nancy S. Clarke,
Secretary to Dr. Sarah J. Kneeler, PhD
“Shit, she is still taunting us . . .” Sarah said before rushing to her personal phone and sending the request again. This time Nancy responded immediately:
Princess, your whining about 'taunting' is putting a damper on my afternoon with Joe. If you want My Edward released, you need to do exactly as told:
No cash at all and do not bring your purse in. Just what you decide to wear there and your car keys.
Misses Clarke,
Owner of Edward and his little bitch wife.
“She is escalating things, I'm sorry baby . . .”
“Will Miss Nancy let us free?”
“I hope so. At least it is a long weekend, I so want to spend some free time with you. Fingers crossed that we get time alone tomorrow? Here is our, um, no, my list of things to do. Looks like you get to be my guest at one of the clubs I visit,” she said with a furrowed brow and a rub along Ed's jaw.
“Sarah, I think I know how to get ready.” Edward's statement jarred Sarah from her daze. He left her side for Suzanne's bathroom and Sarah went to the master bath to prepare.
*****
At Joe and Nancy's, Nancy had already made the arrangements that she needed.
“Nancy, can't you leave the new pair alone for a little while? One of your objectives is to get them acting like a couple again so they can attend parties and shit to get her ass promoted. Plus they will be more versatile kink players. If you do too much, they will shutdown.”
“Joe, I am letting you play the lead Dom in this for a reason, but don't start thinking you are in charge of anything. Now, you behave and think about how we accomplish the upcoming items on the list, or just setup the logistics if that is too much thinking. This initial establishment of control is the most important, but this is very complicated. We need her for long term, not just a little fun and extortion.” Joe averted his eyes and nodded yes, as Nancy switched her focus to Joe's daughter. “Shannon, did you get a good look at Edward? Think you can spot him around town?”
“Yes, Ma'am, I can spot him in any gender role anywhere.”
“Good, that is important.” With those responses, Nancy left Joe with his daughter to get ready.
“Dad, are you sure she is doing the right thing?”
“Shannon, baby, she knows what she is doing. She is the only one of us making any real money right now too . . .”
“Dad! Your towing business and the restaurants always made big money! You were never in debt before . . .” Shannon was interrupted by Joe's big hand sliding over her mouth as Nancy passed through the living room on her way out the door.
“Shannon, things happen. My top producing driver wants to quit and Nancy is taking care of that today. I wanted her to wait or use someone else for it, but she knows best. What is the latest from your doctors?”
Shannon burst into tears. “Dad, I . . . it’s even worse than we thought. I'd rather just keep it to myself and not worry you . . .”
“Nancy and I are both worried already. How can it be worse?”
“Well . . . the good news is the heart problem is the same as before. I need to keep my medicine at hand in case I get too excited.”
“And the bad news?”
Shannon burst into tears again and gripped her father back. “Pancreatic cancer. Incurable. I don't want to die like this! I am only twenty-three and I am going to die looking like an old woman in a few months.”
“Sweetheart, you will never be an old woman to me. We will figure something out for you.”
*****
At the Kneeler household, Edward reported to Sarah in a peach sweater dress that buttoned asymmetrical with pearl buttons, sheer white stockings and peach pumps.
Sarah smiled and sighed, “Edward, you look so pretty! I need some help picking a bra/panty set for this. What do you like best?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you, my silly husband. I will wear whatever you like the best.”
Edward took his wife by the hand to her panty drawer, selected sheer-lace white set, put it on her and they both smiled.
“What about a coat? White or black?”
“Is white fur okay Ma . . . Sarah?”
“Sounds great. Let's get going so we can get out of this stuff and start being married again!” Sarah took Edward to the garage, locked her purse in the trunk and the couple was underway. “Ed, they can see and hear everything we do, probably in here too. Even so, I might need some lessons from you in being good.”
“Um, Sarah, it's just about doing what one is told, that's all. You know these things better than I. You please so many more people than I do.”
“Well, yea, but we have different perspectives on this. You were tricked into thinking this was just play and they are giving you lots of fun and rewards. I need to get my head into it better, the way you do. As far as I can tell, we are not getting out of this anytime soon. When I mess up, they use you to punish me and I do not like doing that to you. At least I can do things to lessen that.”
“I promise to try to help. If I see you are not obeying I should do something subtle?”
“Yes, let's try that. Thank you sweetheart,” Sarah said as she pulled the car into the club parking lot.
“This is your Friday after work place? I drive past here on the way to the market every week and never noticed anything special.”
“That's the idea,” Sarah said as she took Edwards arm and they walked toward the door. “Oh shit, I forgot to tell you a few things. If they spot you as a male, you have to be the Dominant and you have to wear a mask.”
“I'll try, but . . .”
“Forget what I said about them spotting you, I need to disclose that you need a mask. They have extras for visitors. Since you are not a member, I must introduce you. Just hold onto my leash and others will know I selected you. They should leave us alone. Just act like a Dom in drag for me, okay baby?”
Ed gulped, “Yes Sarah.”
As they entered, the matre d' recognized Sarah, as usual. “Number twenty-eight, do you have a set amount of time for your service today?”
“Sir, we are to be here for one hour. This is a guest Dominant Master Edward and he requires a mask,” Sarah said with a gulp.
“Oh, very well. A pleasure to have such a fem-passable Dom in the club. Sir, have you a mask preference?”
“That one,” Edward said in his feminine voice, as he pointed to a Guy Fawkes porcelain mask.
“With that out of the way, about the fee. I can put it on your club card.”
“Sir, I do not have my card with me.”
“Number twenty-eight, you know the rules . . . and how an exception is possible?”
Sarah bowed and opened her coat. She was positive that he had only seen her in Friday business wear before this. “As long as it is less than an hour, Sir.”
“Twenty eight, not today. Will you be making your usual Friday appearance?”
“Yes, kind Sir, I shall.”
“Then we can settle after Friday's encounter. I will be ready as I trust you shall be?”
“Yes, Sir, I will be ready for anything within my listed limits.”
“Your coat, twenty-eight?”
Edward stopped her and shook his head no before she opened it again and motioned for her to button it. The slight show of dominance from him made her knees weak and her panties moist. With that, the couple entered the club. Sarah whispered to Edward to lead to the bar. Rail drinks were complimentary, Sarah had white wine, and Edward drank water. The decor reminded Edward of their master bedroom, but more elaborate with more blues than reds.
The room was not very crowded. Some of the regular submissives noticed “28” was with a strange Dominant. Strangers who did not know the rules well admired the new Dom and wondered if it really was a he. Those who knew the rules by heart admired how well he passed as a college-aged beauty. Sarah's usual Friday date was not there, at least, he was not in the common area. A flash of guilt came across her. 'Maybe he is here in a different suit and mask? What if he is attached to me now? He is the only one I ever picked for years.' Her subtle glances around the space confirmed nobody of his build was present in the commons.
At the fifty-five minute mark, Sarah whispered something into Edward's ear and he whispered to the statuesque, bronze, smoky eyed and tightly corseted barmaid, “Pet will tip you on Friday.” The barmaid smiled and winked back.
“I hope that the keys are waiting out there,” Sarah pleaded as she stopped Ed at the door for a few seconds until the full hour had expired and then nodded at Edward that they could leave.
“Twenty-eight,” the maitre d' announced as they entered the foyer, “the tow-truck driver left this for the gentleman,” he continued as he handed Edward a key. Edward surrendered his mask as he unclipped the leash from Sarah.
“Tow-truck driver?”
“Yes, Miss. I can see her pulling up to your car now,” he said in monotone as he looked down at the monitors in his podium.
Sarah grabbed Ed and they fled to the parking lot. “Hey! Let my car down! I am a member here!”
“Sorry, Princess already hooked up. You can get it in the morning. We are the only wrecker lot open on holidays.”
“Damn it! My purse is in the trunk!”
The greasy haired driver looked almost as ‘butch’ as a woman could possibly look. Sarah was convinced that the woman would grow a beard if she could and her upper lip had a best-efforts mustache. The woman glanced Edward up and down, and then looked at Sarah. “Open the coat.” Sarah complied and had to stand with it wide open for what seemed an eternity, the chilly air hardening her nipples through the thin lace of the bra. “Tell you what, hop in and we can talk about getting it down before I get to the lot. All the fees together are $200, cash only.”
Sarah wondered why everything was $200 these days. Catered breakfasts, whoring, towing . . . no, whoring her out was cheaper than that and the price was dropping. “Okay, okay, whatever it is, we just need to get home as quickly as possible and if you need cash we need to go to a teller machine.”
“Hop in, Prince and Princess. Him first.”
Sarah gave a puzzled look to the driver as Edward climbed into the cab, and then she followed.
“Why are you towing my car?”
“Here is the order,” the driver said as she handed Sarah the slip.
Someone, from a phone inside the club, called the tow order and the callback number was 571-555-1212. 'Shit, that woman is everywhere,' Sarah thought.
“Why aren't you unlocking yourself?” the driver said and Edward wasted no time in releasing his cage with a sigh, and placed the infernal device in his purse as he thanked her.
Sarah paid close attention as the driver made her way to an old motel. At least it was on the way home for them.
“Follow me to the room and I am feeling a little chilly,” the driver said as she parked in an empty corner of the lot.
Sarah did not register the veiled command for her coat right away, until Edward squeezed her forearm. “Oh, um, may I lend you my coat?”
“Good bitch, yes,” the driver laughed a rough laugh as she watched Sarah slip off the full-length, hooded, white fox coat and extended her arms for Sarah to put it on her. The driver was much shorter than Sarah and she let the hem drag across the asphalt, leading the way to the room as she held Edward's hand. Sarah shivered in her boots, bra, and panties, following two paces behind. The driver knocked twice on the door, listened for a response or maybe she was listening for an objection, Sarah could not tell. Then, the driver unlocked the door and entered. A toilet flushing was the only signal that anybody else was in the room. The driver positioned Edward standing between the queen beds and took Sarah with her to the recliner.
As the driver attached a leash of strong chain that looked to be from the tow-truck, to Sarah's “bitch” collar, the person from the bathroom emerged. Brown leather mask, curly red wig, tight brown leather body suit with matching gloves and 8” spike heel platform boots. The functional zippers over the breasts were open and all could see the “brown leather woman” was already excited. The functional zipper at the crotch was closed. Sarah wondered if it was Nancy until her focus switched to the “tent” forming at the crotch of Edward's dress and her attention was back on him. With the combination of imagery and the weight of the chain, Sarah sank to her knees before the driver in the recliner.
Edward watched with a 'girlish' smile as the brown leather woman handed a card to the driver, who smiled and displayed it to Sarah. Written on it was only one word, “WORSHIP.” She walked past that couple to Edward and tugged up at the hem of his dress. Edward unbuttoned the shoulder flap, grasped the hem and pulled it off to reveal his toned, but small body with silicone inserts filling his pink satin bra and an erection filling his pink satin panties with his crotch framed in the white lace of his stocking tops. As soon as the leather-clad figure lay on the bed, the truck driver pulled Sarah's chain to her for a deep kiss and put her to work. Sarah kissed back, deeply as she unzipped the coveralls to reveal her naked, almost non-existent breasts, ‘accented’ with free-range nipple hair. Sarah serviced them until she was guided down past the pudgy belly, and then to the unkempt bush that began somewhere near the woman’s waistline, down between her legs as the coat and coveralls were peeled down. To Sarah, the woman looked like a truck driver with “man boobs,” missing a cock. She smelled like a truck driver too. To the driver, Sarah was a gift from heaven. A woman more beautiful than any “lot lizard” she had ever rented, hotter than any stripper she had ever tipped, who smelled as sweet as flowers from head to crack. Sarah slipped into subspace and did as guided, trying to be good. Sarah was guided to work the driver's growing wetness more and found a string, which she was encouraged to pull. It had a tiny key on the end.
Behind Sarah's back, the leather woman had Edward atop her and had already shown him a card ordering him not to cum. Edward was as hard as his teen days as the leather woman unzipped her crotch and brought Edward's lace-clad cock to her wetness to tease. She tested his resolve, gauging his reactions, bringing him close then pushing him away to service her sensitive nipples as she enjoyed the show of Sarah and the driver.
After a full licking, and several orgasms, the driver stood up, slipped out of the coat, coveralls and boots then pushed Sarah to the floor to ravage her perfect body. She could not help it, being with a beauty like Sarah with almost all of the freedom she ever wanted with a woman like her. Sarah repressed her repulsion to the mountain of fat groping her and had no problem resisting orgasms from the driver's clumsy fat fingers and mouth.
After over an hour, Edward was standing above Sarah, fully dressed and the driver was removing the “death grip” on the alabaster arms of her 'toy.' Edward put Sarah's bra and panties back on her, noting that she was not wet at all. The driver removed Sarah's collar, giving Sarah a Pavlovian flinch expecting a shock, and tucked it into the front of Sarah's white panties with the brass letters “bitch” showing. She then donned Sarah's coat and her own boots, escorted the couple back to the truck, and gently dropped the car to the ground.
A shivering Sarah thanked her as the woman tossed the keys to the Mercedes on the ground and tossed the coat on top of them. Sarah quickly gathered her things, got the fur over her goose-bumped flesh, opened the trunk to get her purse, and then opened the doors. “Baby, let's get out of here. I want you,” was all she said as they departed. All Edward could do was smile. Sarah smiled too as she drove and felt Ed's fresh hardness. She pulled into a grocery store lot and parked in back.
“May I? I can't wait until we get home,” she asked Edward. He nodded yes and smiled as Sarah switched the window tint to privacy and devoured his cock with her hungry mouth. That time he was not shy, he stayed hard as they moaned together in pleasure. Sarah was surprised at his ample load when he finally came for her and she with him. She had experienced few men out of their twenties who could continue to perform after so many drainings in one day, even if he just came off an hour of teasing. Edward was remarkable. 'Why have I wasted him for so long?' she wondered. 'The only thing I want in the world right now is a day alone with him tomorrow.' She got underway, hoping they would both be ready to make love as soon as they got back home.
*****
As soon as Nancy returned home, she asked in almost a bark, “Joe, how much of everything did you catch?”
“Almost all of it, I suppose. Unless you caught something I didn’t, we can’t use embarrassment or shame on them to control things.”
“I had that thought too, but I came up with a combination of things for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? What about all of that data from her office and video of the rendezvous around town? She gave in already, we own their asses now. Nancy, Ma’am, you promised to spend the day with us. Shannon really needs you and she got more bad news from her doctor. Seriously bad,” he said as his eyes grew sad.
The only soft spot Nancy had left was when her big strong pet of a man was troubled. Especially when it was something to do with his daughter. “Joe, baby, I promise it will be most of the day and if I work fast, most of tonight too. I need some privacy in the office and I hope I get these messages out on time.”
Nancy left the room as Joe watched her perfect ass sway in tight black slacks. In the office, Nancy connected to her corporate office workstation and broke into Sarah’s email account in seconds. She spoke to herself in whispers as she worked. “Stupid bitch needs to change her password from ‘Suzanne_1’ to something else. How about ‘j0e+10in’?” She paused and thought for a second. “That can wait for Tuesday, she needs to get this and do it.” Nancy filtered the unopened mail for ‘invitations’ and was surprised to discover the weekly invite from the CEO for Monday lunch was opened the day received and a polite decline was sent by Sarah. She checked for others. The same pattern repeated week after week for over one year, but this was the only one that occurred every Monday.
“Let’s see. They will just assume that she is a little fickle if she changes her mind . . .” she said aloud as her evil smile grew and she typed:
“I hope that it is not too late to accept for tomorrow. I have some free time to attend the executive lunch at The Supper Cat Club. – v/r, Mrs. Kneeler, PhD.”
Nancy was confident that she already knew Sarah’s combination of informal and formal writing style, but she checked it three times anyway before sending. She switched to her own work account, drafted and sent another message to Sarah’s account with a long list of pointers for how to behave on this sort of visit to a strip club, leaned back in her chair and licked her lips in delight. “She will be an executive in no time.”
“The Supper Cat Club? Who do I know there? Oh shit! This is that weekly meeting? The big boys talking shop at the feet of strippers,” she laughed to herself. Nancy checked the scheduling of the club. She knew at least half of the dancers in the pictures, but two of them were pretty good party friends and the schedule had them on every Monday lunch. Serenity and Passion were their stage names, but why was she associating them with the weekly CEO and guests lunch? She thought for a moment and did not remember them ever using any other names and she was pretty sure that they were roommates, or more. One thing she knew for sure, they were always open for making an extra buck and they really did not care about legal particulars. “Oh, that’s it! They are the dancers that usually dance for Mister Greene and his guests. I’ve gotten some pretty good info from them in the past too. How could I forget that? What the hell, it’s worth a shot.” Sure enough, in her pay-as-you-go “throwaway” phone, Passion and Serenity’s numbers and email addresses were in the contacts. She hesitated, thinking about how to pitch the idea. This was not like buying a few hits of E, a bag of weed or rewarding her family with beautiful, professional private entertainment. They would love to give the couple a beating too and Lord knows, they deserve it. ‘No, none of that without my personal supervision,’ she thought. ‘Something a little more unique, a bit more subtle with an in-your-face finish.’ She made the calls, struck a deal and had the general guidelines for the girls before joining Joe in the bedroom for a ‘vanilla’ night, with him on top, followed by a good night’s sleep.
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