MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 7 (MC, Everything)
Love Letters
Immediately on our return to Colorado, I tried to follow the instructions Uncle
Bert had given me through the nun in Santa Fe. I guess I was surprised he had
used a nun. I did not think about it at the time, but she was probably the only
woman he ever met he did not try to boink. Then, maybe he did. I thought the
third house was Aspen since Uncle Bert bought it after he bought the two ranch
houses. I spent four days tearing the place apart. Nothing. Then, I went back
and checked the legal records in the court house. One of the ranch houses was
bought in Mary's name. The third house had to be Vail.
His Vail house (my Vail house now) was a freestanding residence with a glorious
view of the Gore Range overlooking the original Vail Village and facing the ski
slopes. It was about twenty four hundred square feet. I searched high and low,
finding nothing. I tried to think like Uncle Bert would have thought.
Love Letters. Lower Level. It was the kind of word game that would appeal to
Uncle Bert. In the basement, I searched throughly, even taking down the ceiling
tiles, before I realized the fireplace did not appear to be as big as the space
it occupied.
Uncle Bert and I had explored an old castle one summer in Europe when I was
eleven. It was the kind of castle Hollywood puts in every pictures, with
turrets and towers and secret hiding places. That castle had a secret hiding
place in the fireplace capable of holding the royal family if they were
threatened by danger. My hiding place would be much smaller. It took me two
hours of pushing, pulling and trying, but then a brick moved. Then another
moved, leaving me space to put my hand in there. When I found a latch and pulled
it, the facing came off in my hand. There was a box inside. It contained love
letters and the second volume of his notebooks. Of course, the notebooks were
an essential part of the treasure hunt but the letters were more interesting.
About forty women had written him, or, at least, he had saved the letters of
forty women. Some were really steamy. As I poured through them, my cock getting
hard from reading and my ass getting sore from sitting, I wondered how many of
these women I would meet. Knowing Uncle Bert, I would find an index that cross
referenced these letters to a detailed list complete with addresses. Now, I was
reading just for fun. I probably should not tell you what they said, but I am
sure Uncle Bert is laughing like crazy as he looks down on us enjoying these
love letters.
So, here are a few excerpts:
"My darling, My cunt aches for your big prick sawing in and out of me, stroking
against my rigid button as I scream under you. How I miss that horse cock
between your legs plundering my poor pussy. How I miss your weight slamming me
into the mattress as I scream for you to fuck me harder. Oh, Bert, how could I
have been so stupid as to tell you no. I will do anything, darling, anything.
Please give me another chance to please you. Call me, Bert. I beg you. I will
love you forever. Ann"
Then, there was: "Migod Bert, I can't stop thinking about it. I felt so
powerless, so feminine, so wonderfully helpless and submissive as you held me
upside down over the edge of the cliff, the wind blowing on my naked body, your
face buried in my pussy, your hungry mouth lapping away, the bridge of your nose
caressing my clit. I have never come like that. I can still hear my shrieks
echoing off the canyon walls. Just call me, baby, anytime you get a wild hair. I
am always ready for you. Love always. Bunny."
Uncle Bert did not care if the women he fucked were married, as he had explained
when he gave me the message through Andy. One letter, in particular, proved
that.
"Bert, my love. I have told my husband about us. I told him I would stay with
him, always appearing to be his loyal wife. I told him I would love him forever,
and, I will. But, I made it clear. When you want me, you can have me. He will
have to live with that. I want you to fuck me, Bert. I want you to come fuck me
in the big brass bed I share with my husband. Tie my arms to the railings and
fuck me until I die. Hurry, Bert. I throb for you. Since he knows now, you
can call anytime. Love forever. Stella. PS, Marvin wants to know if he can
watch."
And, last, but not least.
"Master, your slave awaits your pleasure. I wish again to feel your lash on my
tender skin as the ropes hold me motionless, helpless for you. My surrender is
complete, master. My submission total. I need my master to direct me, to guide
me. I am lost without you. Forever your slave. Mary."
I wondered if it was my Mary, the Mary he left me, who enjoyed her bondage so
much. I would find out.
The letter from Anna was only semi-steamy. That was because it was written by
Uncle Bert in code for me to find and the steaminess was only a cover for the
contents. In fact, I wondered if he wrote it steamy and then encoded, or visa
versa.
In my seventh summer, Uncle Bert and I created a code. Besides being fun, it was
a tool he used to teach me some higher math. I had not thought of it in years
but suddenly it was clear and correct in my mind. I assumed that was the result
of the programming Andy gave me, allowing me to have almost perfect long-term
and short-term memory recall.
As I sat on the floor of the basement, I decoded the letter. It gave me the base
formula for the potion. Unfortunately, two of the compounds were government
controlled and another was extremely rare and expensive. What was not included
was the next clue.
Three months had passed. I was not sure where I was in finding the solution.
I jumped in the Bronco, and headed west through the Little Grand Canyon, as it
is called, to Glenwood Springs and the ranch house. Andy greeted me with a
huge smile, a wet kiss and by jamming that marvelous body against mine. I was
really falling in love with Andy. She was very smart, funny, and, personable.
Being twenty-two, I had not even thought about those traits after I saw that
body. Then, I just wanted to fuck her until my cock fell off from overuse. But,
now that I was well fucked, my thoughts could focus on non physical attributes.
Andy had as many of those as she did physical attributes.
Of course, most importantly, she loved me beyond belief. I wondered how much of
that was programming and how much was me. I have talked to guys who were very
wealthy. Some of them lamented they never knew if it was them or the money that
attracted women. I know how they felt. Was it me or the programming? It does
not make any difference in the woman's performance. But, it makes a difference
in how I feel about it.
I did not ignore Mary. It seemed so strange that I could be fucking one of them,
mother or daughter, and, the other would be peacefully watching us, waiting her
turn. But, quickly, I learned to love it. There was never any jealousy or
animosity between them over me. Programming women is a magnificent idea. They
are such wonderful, delightful creatures. With a few simple mind modifications,
they are perfect.
I tried to visualize what my life would be like if Andy and Mary had not been
programmed. I could not visualize sleeping happily between them. I could
visualize having my eyes scratched out. Like I said. A few, simple
modifications.
Oh, well. That, as much as anything, in what my treasure hunt was about.
The next day, Mary, Andy and I were in bed, one on each side. Andy was
absentmindedly stroking my cock as Mary nestled in the crook of my arm. The
bondage letter from a Mary jumped into my consciousness. So, I asked her. "Do
you like bondage and discipline?"
Her eyes got big and she twitched. "Yes," she squeaked.
"What do you like about it the most?"
Andy was watching us closely. "I have never done that," Andy whispered, holding
tightly to my rising cock.
"Well, Mary?"
"Davy, if we talk about it, you are going to have to fuck me. Even thinking
about it makes me terribly horny." Mary's nipples were hard. She squeezed her
thighs together to tantalize her clit. "I like being bound, feeling totally
helpless. I love the surrender, giving myself to a man... Davy, please," she
moaned.
"Masturbate!" Her hand flew between her legs, as she whimpered.
"What else?" "When I am aroused, I like the sting against my skin of being
spanked... or, whipped."
"You like pain?"
Mary shook her head. "No. Stimulation, breaking of pleasure so it can build
again." Mary groaned and her hand flew faster.
Andy grabbed my arm. "I need to speak to you in private, David," she said
seriously. She started to dress. "David, you must come with me!"
It was a command and Andy never gave me commands. No. That was not right. I
had received commands from her. Each one of them preceded a message from Uncle
Bert.
"Where are you going? Please don't leave me," Mary begged.
"David and I are going to his house. You stay here." Andy sounded cold, devoid
of emotion, so I knew a message was coming.
"Mary, masturbate until we come back," I said.
"Please, may I cum?"
"Yes, but, only when you hear the door close on our return." Mary groaned.
When we got to my house, Andy pushed me in my easy chair, knelt between my legs
and said, "don't touch me." Her eyes glazed as she looked at me.
"Davy, boy. It is dad again. This is not part of the great treasure hunt. This
is something more important. This is about sex. By now, you must know I loved
the ladies. I just hope I am in heaven because my view of the place is
unlimited, continual sex with women, the least of which is Yasmine Bleeth. The
only way you could access this communication is by saying "bondage and
discipline" in front of Andy. Did you get it from Mary's letter or did you think
of it yourself? I wished I knew.
Okay, son. Here is the deal. Mary has a letter which contains the name of a
madam in San Franscio and a domantrix in New York. These two women are the best
sex instructors in America. Mary and I had their courses. Andy never has. I
want you and Andy to take a vacation, two weeks at each place to learn together.
It will be fun. The letter Mary possesses will give you has all the information
you need.
Your next treasure hunt clue comes from Mary herself but she is programmed not
to tell you until all the following have been completed.
First, all the texts I told you about in previous clues and the notebooks you
have found must have been throughly read and understood. I sort of lied to you
when I told you about the programming Andy was going to give you. I had her
program you for two things I did not tell you about. You cannot lie about any
phase of your training when Mary or Andy asks you. And, you can not lie to
yourself about these things. So, sue me.
Second, the courses with the two sex queens most be taken and successfully
completed.
Third, you must seduce ten women in Vail and ten in Aspen. Given the sexual
nature of women in those towns, this should take about eight hours in each
place. What makes it difficult is that you must take them three ways and get
them to either let you tie them up or take a video of the sex. It is a good
thing ski season is coming up. You will have a lot of vacationers to increase
your odds. Look for women from Dallas with a least two kids. I have found they
are wonderful fucks and hot as pistols.
Many women in Vail and Aspen have already been programmed by me. I told you what
the trigger is for them. Again, be careful. If you stop a programmed woman on
the street and tell her to blow you, you will get a blow job and arrested. Now,
this should be fun because you will get the hell slapped out of you by women
you think are programmed but are not. And, I have not given you the list of my
women yet. Anyway, if you take any of these women it will be good sport but it
does not count against the ten. You got to catch your own fish. Yes, Mary loves
B&D. I did not program that. She loved it when I met her. Have fun son. I love
you."
Andy shut down, her head falling to her chest. I got a soda and told Andy
"repeat". She gave me the message again. Then, I erased it.
"Andy?" I said. She awakened, falling against me as she tried to stand. I
helped her stumble into bed. I crashed beside her feeling her warm body gently
breathing against mine. I was there about thirty minutes when I remembered I
had told Mary to masturbate without cumming until I got back.
This mind control power can be a problem. Had I gone to sleep, Mary could have
masturbated all night without cumming. She was helpless. I told her to do it
and not to join us. As I dressed, I wondered if she would have masturbated
until she died. I ran to their house, charged through the door and slammed it.
"OH, YESSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed. "YESSS! I'MMM CUMMMMINNNGGGG!"
When I got to the bedroom, she was still flopping like a fish out of water,
rolling all over the bed, which was soaked in sweat and pussy juice, as her hand
flew between her legs.
Poor Mary had been masturbating for an hour, always on the edge of orgasm. Her
face turned towards me but her eyes were that glazed, unfocused look of satiated
lust. Her pussy smell was overpowering. I was going to get in bed with her. I
did promise to fuck her when I got back. But, she whimpered "no more" and went
fast to sleep. She was snoring loudly when I locked the door on my way back to
Andy.
To be continued. . . .
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