Rachel trembled from the panic seeping into her mind, as her owner talked of his wife and his love for her while he circled looking her over sizing her up. His voice was calming. After her eyes adjusted to the light after the blind fold was removed she could see that he was handsome, and that he did not look like a sick pervert. He had neatly combed black hair and stubble that was just long enough to be soft; he stood more than six feet tall and was dressed in dark blue sweats that had florescent stripes running the length of his legs and arms. It was obvious to Rachel that Dave spent time in the gym judging by the fullness of his shoulders, arms, and legs. She felt small, as he was over a head taller, his arms and legs were not only longer but bigger around as well. The baby fat she had gave her a nice shape; at five foot eight she weight only one thirty, he was lean looking not a bit of fat not even in his face and probably weighed one eighty maybe one ninety. Dave’s neck muscles were thick like the ones on his arms. Rachel surveyed Dave’s hunky body and tried to catch a glimpse of his penis but the bagginess of his sweats pants hid it from sight.
His voice drifted back to her ears and Rachel stopped looking around and listened; “We both played around on each other. I didn’t mind because my work kept me away for long periods at a time; it was okay as long as she was discreet, I just wanted her to be happy. When her whims carried her to other women I was more than just okay with it, I was kind of excited by it. Then it went south it seemed, simultaneously for both of us. I caught a case of the clap and body lice or ‘the crabs’ and one of Carol’s girlfriends tried a palimony suit. I got rid of my crabs and cured from my VD and Carol won her suit and then we discovered Leon’s rent-a-mate, so here we are you and I and soon my wife will have a wonderful time.”
Rachel’s mind drifted as Dave paused; she went back to when she signed the contract, and loan agreement, and then opened the accounts for her mother and brother. Then Leon transferred the funds, and then to her departure from Leon’s and the long quiet drive, not being able to see where she was going. She remembered fighting the urge to jump from the car as well as the overpowering desire to beg Starr to kiss her one last time. She remembered Starr’s advise ‘be ready to hit the deck running’ and then her mind filled with the thrilling memory of her and Starr making love after the auction, followed by her reminder that she has ‘sold the rights’ to her body and mind.
Rachel started to think that she was now with a very attractive and powerful looking male whom she was sure she was going to have sex with at some point ‘this…!’ evening, and it felt quite odd. She didn’t even kiss on the first date. A spark of lust stirred briefly in her belly, she felt her clitoris tighten, and then it all faded quickly, as her uncertainty crowded in. Still she found her eyes searching for the outline of his penis for just a clue to his size, but the bagginess of Dave’s sweats continued to conceal even the briefest of hints but not the longing growing inside her belly.
Rachel jumped as Dave put his hand on her shoulder asking, “Are you okay?”
Rachel replied in a weak and pensive voice, “I feel a little sick to my stomach, confused and I want to run for the door, but I also want to stay,” then smiled weakly trying to show some resolve to follow through.
“I can relate totally.” Dave paused a small smile came across his face and he went on, “I would be scared too if I didn’t know where I was, who I was with, or what was going to happen to me. I can assure you that I am not an ogre, but… ‘I am…!’ demanding and so is my wife. Don’t tell her I said this but I think sheee… is much more demanding than I… a lot more. Are you hungry?” Dave asked and pleasantly added, “I could do with a little something.”
“I’m not too hungry, but I could drink some soup and maybe some coffee, it would settle the butterflies flying around inside my stomach.” Rachel answered easier as she relaxed her guard some.
“Ah…a woman after my heart… soup and coffee. How about a small sandwich too?” Dave asked in a warming voice then tempted a cheese sandwich?”
Rachel’s eyes brightened as she thought of her favorite snack; a bowl of cream of mushroom soup and a plane cheese sandwich then she answered, “I could eat a sandwich and soup now that you mention it.”
“Good…follow me, the kitchen is this way. Just leave your bag for now we will come back for it.” Dave piped out then turned somber adding, “I have to say this right off; that door where you came in, is where you will leave and you can go any time weather we are here or not, just leave… we have a limo service that will quickly pick you up and take you back to Leon’s any time night or day. You can only go outside with an escort even to the fenced yards as the doors lock automatically and you will not have a key to get back in.”
“What about a house fire?” Rachel nervously asked.
“No worries in here you are safe from everything except a A-bomb.” Dave brayed and quietly adding, “I will get into all that later.”
“I see security, security, and security.” Rachel quipped, the pensiveness in her voice giving a sign to her uneasiness, and still she showed a weak smile.
“Yes, yes, and yes. You got that from Leon huh?” Dave queried warmly.
“Yea he is a funny acting man but he seems nice enough; but yet I am sure he is very demanding.” Rachel said quietly.
Dave laughed as he said, “He is a stickler for detail.” And somberly added, “That makes me feel safe using his services and you should too.”
The sheer size of the house became apparent as they walked down the hallway passing one set of stairs that went up and another set of stairs that went down and several doors some closed some open and still others ajar. Rachel’s mouth gaped as they entered a large dimly lit room with closed drapes; chairs, couches, and tables placed around the perimeter and the far wall was devoted to a huge home entertainment system. She stumbled as they turned into the kitchen and again she was stunned by the size of the kitchen. As she looked around the first thing to stand out were the real marble countertops that wrapped around the entire kitchen. She had seen marble countertops only once at the fudge shop she worked at for a few months. In gasping breaths Rachel observed, “There must be twenty cabinet doors and thirty drawers.” She stopped to catch her breath then fired a series of questions, “They look like real wood. Are they real wood? Is that a walk in pantry? Do you have a garden?”
“Yes that is a walk-in pantry and yes they are real wood and the marble is real too, and yes we have a garden with a gardener. Maybe Carol will let you work in it during the gardener’s day off.” Dave happily answered her questions and then detailed, “We both come from families with money but we didn’t become extravagant until I won the lottery. That big room is the meeting room and one of the game rooms, the living room is upstairs it isn’t as big. This is a three story house in the middle of a twenty acre lot.”
“It must take a full week just to vacuum the floors!” Rachel said in amazement.
“No actually you can keep them adequately maintained with just three days a month.” He quickly corrected.
“You mean a day here and a day there?” Rachel quizzed quippingly.
“No actually an hour or two every few days.” Dave corrected again. “Well… lets see you do your first chore make us some soup, sandwiches, and coffee.” He directed.
“Okay. Where is every thing?” Rachel asked still stunned by the magnitude of the house; the beauty and spaciousness of the kitchen, it was straight out of a magazine.
“I can show you now or you can start finding your way around for yourself.” Dave challenged and with a chuckle added, “I will give you a hint; the canned goods are in the pantry behind that door.” And he pointed.
Rachel began rummaging through the refrigerator and found some mushrooms, cheese, and mayonnaise, as well as tomatoes and fresh garlic. She thin sliced the mushrooms and garlic then started them cooking, and then found the soup and poured it in with a little milk. She looked up and asked, “I like my soup hot, salty, and with lots of pepper. How about you?”
“Well we found some pets we share in common; soup, sandwiches, and coffee. We even like the same ones the same way.” Dave noted, smiling pleasantly as he watched Rachel assemble the sandwiches and then asked, “How do you like your coffee?”
“I like it strong, hot, sweet and black.” Rachel replied firmly.
“I’ll tell you right now if you want to have your pets you will have to be good to my wife.” Dave cautioned.
“Huh?” Rachel exhaled with surprised.
“What?” Dave pressed smiling.
“It sounds so strange to hear a husband telling someone to do a good job of having sex with his ‘wife…!’” Rachel quipped humorously.
Oh…! Boy…! You are going to be doing a lot more than just having sex with my wife ‘A lot…! More’,” Dave paused and mused a bit a quiet twittering passed through his lips when he started to speak, “I haven’t thought about it for awhile but the first time I said that, it did feel kind of funny coming out. Trust me it will be a lot better for the both of us if you do the very best that you can do to keep Carol happy!”
The long comfortable silence was broken when Rachel chimed “Soup’s on!” and then happily noted, “I call this soul food. When I feel down or have a sickly headache this soup sets the world right again. Sometimes I just get a craving for a cheese sandwich.” She went silent while ladling the soup, handing the plate with the sandwich and spoon to Dave, and then added assuringly, “Both Starr and ol’ Leon said I was a fast study I’m going to try to be the best yet.”
“My wife Carol might let you eat this once in a while, but she is a health nut and worse yet she runs a health club and gym. We have a full gym down stairs. I will give you the nickel tour before I leave later this week, for now let’s down our snacks.” Dave remarked warmly.
They both munched away in silence, Rachel glancing furtively at Dave, he sounded almost friendly and Starr’s warning echoed, ‘Keep up your guard sometimes they will try to trap you and trip you up.’ Rachel continued casting long looks around the kitchen; she was amazed at the counter tops and storage space. The kitchen alone was half as big as her last house. They both slurped the last of their soup at the same time, and looked at each other contentedly. The silent gazing sent butterflies flurrying through her stomach again.
Then Dave opened a drawer and handed Rachel a small cell phone, a wireless headset, and charger saying, “Keep it with you all the time and charged up. You can’t call out on it except for emergencies, and if it rings for some reason don’t answer it. When we call, we will be put through to a voice ring and you will hear us call you by name, this is our wireless intercom. You see it has a belt clip as well as an elastic wrist band so you can wear it everywhere you go dressed or not wet or dry.”
“So do we have some coffee or do we start the tour?” Rachel posed then asked. “Does this have a speed dial for 911?”
“I’m good let’s start the tour.” Dave replied then explained, “Just press and hold nine it goes to a redundant alarm system connected to the Safe House Security Systems inc. and they will ring you back by name and ask you what’s wrong and dispatch the police, fire, or ambulance. Lets start down stairs.” Dave said casually as they started down the hall and to the stairs. At the bottom of the wide stairs and to the right was a door and to the left was another wide hallway at the end there were two more doors. Rachel’s heart was starting to pound as images of dungeons and dragons and torture raced through her mind. She was certain Dave could hear it as it pounded.
At the end he turned smiled and said, “This is not the dungeon even though I call it that,” ending with a little chuckle. Dave then swung the broad door open and turned on the lights and walked in with Rachel following close behind. His chuckle had eased her misgivings and put Rachel a little more at ease as she raced around him into the middle of the room and spun around and smiled back.
“I spent a year in a commercial gym and these look like the same machines, hell the only things missing are the weight racks and bars.” Rachel enthusiastically recounted.
“We do not do power lifting, Carol says it’s really only for body sculptors.” He paused then smiled at Rachel, “I assure you…you will feel like you have been power lifting when Carol starts your training program. I suppose you will think of this place as a torture chamber for the first few weeks…”
“Training program?” Rachel interjected then paused with a quizzical grimace on her face.
“Oh yes Carol is going to have you up to four miles a day on the treadmill and four miles a day on the elliptical there in the corner by the first week as well as doing something on all eight machines.” Dave explained and then cautioned, “Carol is… well let me say I have found it better to let her wear the pants and you will too. She can be very accommodating when she sees that an effort is being made to please.”
“Ole Leon did tell me I was going to be working harder than I ever have.” Rachel noted whimsically as she studied and touched all of the machines.
“I suggest that you start with the treadmill slowly, after I have left no more than two miles throughout the day. I had a little trouble adjusting to it, like me you might find that you are dizzy when you stop. Hell enough of the gym lets go look at the game room across the hall.”
They crossed the hall opening another wide door and switched on the lights, “My god a real pool table!” Rachel sang out as she ran her hand along the walnut sides.
“You play?” quizzed Dave.
“I use to in high school, the bowling alley had like six of them four smaller coin-ops and two full sized like this one.” Rachel said praisingly as she ran her hand along the rails then added, “I got to where I could make a few good shots in a row.” She was beaming, as she surveyed all the different extravagant woods in the expensive looking cues, and cue rack All the different gaming tables looked expensive, her uneasiness was melting faster and faster.
“We have other board games to play too. Come on let me show you where your room is.” He switched the lights off in both rooms and closed the doors and started back towards the stairs at the door he added, “Maybe we will play a few games of eight-ball. I warn you I only play for wagers, and I’m not as good as the table makes me look.”
As they walked down the hall Rachel looked at the swirling grain patterns in the wood paneling. When they stopped at another door Dave said, “This is your room you will stay in it on your off days or when we have visitors or other family members staying with us. During household functions you will dress in a maids uniform and ‘act…!’ accordingly.”
“I’m not sure how a maid is suppose to act.” Rachel informed.
“Carol will ‘train…!’ you.” Dave assured with a whimsical laugh and then informed Rachel, “We will have a few family functions while you are with us.”
“I want to do good I just…” Rachel was cut short.
“You’ve seen movies with maids in them haven’t you?” Dave interrupted and queried.
“Well yes…” She answered sounding puzzled.
“Well there isn’t much more to it except that a beautiful woman like you dressed as a maid well… really turns my wife on, it gets me hot too, so those nights she is going to be… lets just say very ‘amorous!’” Dave said licentiously as he looked down musing over a pleasant memory.
“I’m not beautiful.” Rachel said and pouted a little in disbelief.
“No. True you are not, not like a model in a magazine or painting.” Dave agreed and added, “but still in a down to earth way you are very beautiful, my wife really wants you. She told me to get you no mater what so I did.” Dave said as he smiled at Rachel continuing, “I could tell by her voice that she is attracted to you ‘hell!’ I find you ‘very…!’ attractive!”
“Thank you that put me more at ease.” Rachel replied blushing. She walked around the room pushed at the top of the bed, looked in the bathroom, closets and drawers then noted, “This is really nice better than my room at home.”
“I’m glad you like it. You know it doesn’t mater what Carol feels she is still going to haze the hell out of you till, as she puts it, ‘you pay your dues.’ I’m not suppose to tell you this but just do like she says, come back for more, and well… you’ll see.” Dave explained.
“And you? Do you want me?” Rachel asked in a low saucy voice.
Dave faced her, looked at her warmly, and reached for Rachel’s hair giving her a few tender strokes, saying warmly, “Definitely.” He paused as he looked at Rachel then went on, “but we still have work to do. Let’s go back upstairs go through a few of those rooms, then up to the top floor.”
“All this real wood paneling has me worried I don’t know the first thing about caring for it,” Rachel remarked as they climbed the stairs. She was trying to stay business like, but the gentle touch and warm smile and friendly quips concerning his wife ‘Carol’ Dave had melted the chilling doubts and fearful images of the dungeons, with their whips, and chains.
