Chapter 46Content: MF D/s toys
The good news was that Arlene got the whole bound and helpless thing. When Robert bent her over the couch arm, the position was a little uncomfortable, and the tail was also an issue, but that was okay -- she deserved it. She was a little sore from the workout the previous evening, too, but she'd earned that. Robert, usually a gentle and considerate lover, vented his demons in her to a certain extent -- and THAT was okay, too. It was a confirmation that he wasn't fooling around or just talking about it. But the big thing was being bound and unable to do anything but just take it -- which seemed to free her to let go of any control she might have had and enjoy what was being done to her. So she did -- she relaxed and released and the pain and discomfort were just parts of the act, rather than detractors. Arlene surprised them both with the strength of her orgasm, which caused a totally unprecedented screech of joy to erupt from her lips. At the time, Robert broke stride, surprised, but was too busy to think about it; after he released her and disconnected her bindings from each other and dragged her onto a couch for a post-coital cuddle, he had time to think about it. "That's the first time you ever made a lot of noise during sex," he pointed out.
"I surprised myself," Arlene agreed.
"It occurs to me that when you were with your daddy, it might not have been a good idea to scream out your joy..."
"Yeah." Arlene thought about it. "You're right. Momma wouldn't have been happy..."
Robert grunted, rubbing Arlene's back. After a bit, he roused himself. "Time to go home, I think. We'll be back, but not tonight -- maybe on the weekend."
"What are we going to do?"
Robert took this as a question regarding the agenda for the next visit. "I'm going to scratch a certain itch I have for black girls -- and you get to watch, at least. Maybe I'll let you play some more, too."
"I liked being bound," Arlene volunteered.
"Why, do you think?"
"No control..." Arlene mused. "I know it's weird, but being tied up made me feel free. I didn't have to try to do anything but endure it -- and that let me find the good parts. Heck, even the BAD parts were good parts!"
"Interesting," Robert mused. "We need to get that tail out, I guess, and leave the other goodies behind. I imagine that my hand on your ass is enough punishment for the moment, judiciously applied -- don't you?"
Arlene, remembering such a swat at breakfast, agreed solemnly, "Yes, Robert." Then she asked, "What about Daddy?"
"I'll make the call on that at some point," Robert replied. "He can forget abuse and blackmail. I may let him fuck you if he returns you to your status as his sweet little girl -- but I haven't decided yet. I may seek professional advice."
Arlene absorbed this but had no immediate reaction one way or the other. Certainly, her perception of that relationship was in flux... "I don't know if..."
"It's MY call," Robert insisted. "You lost out. I control your holes. Besides, your father isn't the ONLY one who can be manipulative..." Arlene's father was moderately wealthy, but had deliberately made things hard on the couple at various points in their marriage. Robert knew why, now -- the man wanted his sex slave back. Properly orchestrated, though, an assignation between Arlene and her father could lead to significant payback -- and Bobby needed college money. "Let's look at that tail..."
"Ugh! Leave it in!" Arlene whined when Robert tugged on it.
"In the first place, it isn't yours," Robert chided. "I'll see if I can get you one, though. In the second, it will interfere the next time you have to go to the bathroom..."
"All right..." Arlene capitulated; Robert had continued tugging, anyway, so it wasn't as if there had even been a break. "AAAAUUUGHH!!!" The thing popped free -- painfully.
Robert handed it to her. "Go find out how to clean it. Give back the binders and the collar and leash." His eyes flashed. "I like you in a collar, though."
"Yes, Robert." Arlene padded off to find Candace or Abby.
Donna presented the plan as it had been given to her to Mac that morning. "Do you know how the dark room thing works?"
Mac thought about it. "I think so. It's really dark and you put two people in the room and see what happens."
"Yeah, more or less," Donna agreed. "The new clubhouse has special dark rooms set aside -- they're not just using somebody's bedroom. That makes using them a lot easier, I hear. Anyway, the plan is for you to offer your dad some anonymous sex in a dark room -- but it'll be Mom."
"Why would Pop want anonymous sex?" Mac asked.
"How long has he gone without? I understood that he could pretty much get the stuff on demand, but he's not been doing so well," Donna retorted. "Isn't that true?"
"Yeah, now that I think about it..." Mac nodded. "Why anonymous?"
"He's being picky -- and can't find anything -- because he's looking for a relationship," Donna explained. "If you offer him something that is just sex -- no strings -- the way I hear it, that's about the perfect thing for guys..." She eyed him sidelong.
"Yeah, okay, you got me there," Mac gusted, "and it might work. When?"
"Whenever you can make it happen," Donna replied. "Mom's not doing anything. You make the offer, and when your dad says yes, you call the clubhouse. They'll call Mom, and when your dad gets there, she'll be there."
"Sounds simple enough," Mac grunted. "Do you think it's gonna take?"
"There's only one way to find out..."
The day at school was quiet -- which was just as well for a bunch of people. The girls discussed their new outfits and the guys mostly rolled their eyes. Football practice was lighter than usual -- more tactics than heavy exercise, for once. Martin wanted their heads in the game; he wanted them to come off the field with something to celebrate.
Evening came, and some males made some phone calls -- obligatory, in some cases. Julio called Kelly around five-thirty. "Hello?" What was the heifer's name again? Kelly, or something?
"Julio? Hi, Sweetie. How are you?"
"Oh, fine, fine..." Julio replied, his voice hollow.
"Now, now," Kelly reproved. "Somebody needs a little TLC, I think. Can I come get you?"
"Where should we go? I can't entertain, and I'm assuming that you can't -- and I've promised we won't do anything public. The club?"
"That seems to make sense." Julio was listless.
"I'll be right over. I bet we can order in pizza or something."
"I will be... out front..." Julio hung up.
The glare Julio gave his sister when she appeared should have turned her to ash, but it didn't. In fact, she was unfazed. Bonita let Julio fume for a moment, then asked, "So what, Dear Brother, is wrong, actually? Why are you so angry with me?"
"You tricked me!"
"You were told what would happen. I didn't talk in that room, and I didn't turn on the lights -- I wasn't even there! Besides, you like Kelly, as long as your eyes are closed."
"But I have to open them sometime!" Julio snarled.
"What do you learn in the process?" Bonita taunted. "Eh? Perhaps that looks aren't everything?"
"Enough! I'll hear no more of your taunts!" Julio howled, and went outside.
Bonita's mother stuck her head around the corner. "What is this?"
Bonita composed herself such that butter would not melt in her mouth. "Julio has a girlfriend."
"Really? Not a paramour?"
"It was somewhat accidental -- the result of a bet. Unfortunately, she is a larger girl than he wishes to admit to having any interest in... His pride is wounded. Terence and I know, so he vents his anger on us..." Bonita explained.
"And you taunt him..." Lucinda's eyes danced.
"A little, maybe..." Bonita's eyes danced, too.
"I want to see her!"
"She is coming to pick him up," Bonita replied. "All you need do is look out the window..."
"I can do that..." Lucinda waved a finger in admonishment. "Be careful -- Julio remembers injustice for a long time!"
Kelly came by a few minutes later, and didn't get out of the car, so Lucinda didn't see a lot -- but she saw the blonde girl caress Julio's cheek...
"What's the matter, Sweetie?" Kelly asked as Julio, fuming, entered the vehicle.
"My sister is enjoying her knowledge of our situation," Julio snarled. "She is taunting me..."
"Sweetie, that's because you give her a handle!" Kelly insisted. "If the whole thing didn't bother you, what fun could she have?" She caressed his cheek. "You let these things get to you. Okay, so I'm not much to look at -- looks aren't everything."
"She said that."
"And it bugged you -- why? Because she's right?"
Julio heaved a sigh. "Perhaps."
"Come give us a kiss. I'm not wearing a bra..." Kelly dangled the bait.
"Tetas. You wave yours at me and expect me to act like a little boy!" But Julio leaned over the center island and offered his lips while sliding his hand under her blouse, thinking, 'And you are right, of course -- I cannot keep my hands off them.'
They kissed for a moment, then Kelly purred, "I'd do more than that, if we weren't in a damned car! Let's go to the club!"
"Very well..." Julio settled back in the seat and Kelly pulled away.
"You have the run of the place," Abigail told the pair on arrival. "There is no one here but those of us on staff that live here. The first floor is clothing optional, and the second and third are nude, by convention. The steam bath and the sauna can only be gotten to via the big bath on the second floor -- just follow the signs. There are several regular bedrooms on the south side of the house. There is TV and there are porn videos and there are a couple of game consoles... Make yourselves at home."
"What about dinner?" Kelly asked.
"I'll be making something for the girls around seven. I'll just lay out a couple more plates. Grilled chicken, I think."
Julio wasn't a big chicken fan, but it was free. Kelly seemed pleased. As she led him away, he asked, "Chicken?"
"It's lean protein. If I take it easy and then get a nice workout..."
Julio eyed her. "You are serious about the diet, then..."
"Diets don't work," Kelly sighed, "I'm just trying to eat right. I do seem to be losing, though. Don't kid yourself, Sweetie -- I'll always be a porker. But maybe I'll be a little bit smaller porker." She tugged his hand. "Come on, let's go somewhere and neck and watch TV until dinner." Julio shrugged and let himself be led away.
Phyllis got the call from Luis, "I will come for seven. I will bring cerveza."
"Cerveza?" Phyllis asked blankly.
"Beer. I should not make you support my bad habits." Neither of them saw fit to mention the bad habit that Phyllis WAS supporting...
"I'll set a plate," Phyllis promised.
"I will see you then." Luis, never a sparkling conversationalist, hung up.
Phyllis put the phone down and went off to the kitchen, humming.
Lillian was the first to get the word. "Put out an additional plate," her mother directed, "Luis is coming."
Lillian smiled. "Do you like Luis?"
Phyllis shrugged. "It doesn't matter. He comes whether I want him to or not."
"That isn't what I asked, Momma."
"Okay, yes. Are you satisfied?"
"Are YOU?" Lillian pushed back.
Phyllis didn't answer. What she DID do was go into her bedroom and find a halter top and a blouse she could wear open over it. That way MAYBE she could cover the activity of Luis' wandering hands...
Trish took one look and got it. "Luis is coming."
"Okay. Can Bobby come over?"
Phyllis eyed her eldest daughter, knowing she didn't have a leg to stand on if she said no. "I guess."
Trish wrinkled her nose and sighed. "Not tonight. Football tomorrow, and then the dance. We might stay all night at the club."
Phyllis pulled in a breath. The horse was long gone -- closing the barn door now was a waste of time. "Please keep me informed -- I worry."
Trish smiled. "Yes, Ma'am."
The boys thought nothing of having Luis around. Luis arrived about six forty-five with a twenty-four pack of Corona in one hand and a gym bag in the other. He was covered in sawdust and sheet rock dust. "I came from work. I will shower..." Phyllis nodded and showed him the bathroom, taking the beer in the process. The situation was weirdly domestic, but without the usual terms of endearment. For Phyllis, there was something clean about it -- it was all very simple. He had a right to be there, however odd the circumstances might be, and she was obligated to give him basically whatever he wanted -- but they weren't freighting the whole thing with any emotion. It was good -- and it wasn't.
Luis fostered this by being very formal, especially in conversation. Phyllis didn't realize that the big reason for this was the fact that Luis had almost no experience dealing with women -- she just assumed that he was keeping things on a certain level in order to avoid any confusion as to his role. Her perspective on things was more or less, 'At least he isn't lying to me, telling me what I want to hear...'
Luis more or less assumed that despite protestations to the contrary, Phyllis was only doing as she was told. From his perspective, she had no reason to welcome him and every reason to resent his advances -- but since she wasn't allowed to stop him, she was making the best of things. That being the case, he spent a lot of time wondering what he could get away with before it all came crashing down. His remark that he was considering moving in was more of a test than anything serious -- he doubted seriously that the situation would be stable for any length of time.
Phyllis, on the other hand, would have been happy to accept any of the trappings of a normal relationship. Luis was growing on her regularly. He was even growing on her family, from what she could tell; apparently, the trick was to support them, rather than imposing himself upon them -- something he did instinctively, under the impression that he had no right to be there.
When Luis came out of the bathroom, he was in clean clothing -- clearly the outfit he had planned to wear the next day. He said nothing, though, but Phyllis brought it up. "Do you want me to wash your things?"
"No," Luis replied, "There are limits."
"If you live here?"
"What? Why would you want that?"
"You were joking?" Phyllis became visibly upset.
"As I said, there are limits." Luis cocked his head, eyeing her. "Are my visits not an imposition?"
"I, well, I hadn't been viewing them that way."
"I think if we discuss this seriously, dinner will be delayed," Luis opined. "Let us do so after."
Just saying that they were going to put it off didn't keep Phyllis from worrying at the issue all through the preparation, all through dinner, and all through cleanup -- and it didn't keep Luis from being aware of it. She came to him where he sat on the couch after cleaning up the dishes and asked, "Now?"
Luis cocked his head. "Now, what?"
"Now we talk?"
"Very well -- no..." He held up a finger. "I am watching this program. After this..." Luis didn't do television, so when presented with it, he got caught up in it. "Come here." He patted the couch beside him.
Phyllis frowned. "If I do that..."
"Now." Luis' tone brooked no argument.
Phyllis sat -- and let him tug her into his lap, knowing what was to follow. 'I like it when his eyes smolder like that...' she mused as his hands slid under her halter to fondle her breasts. 'It isn't anger -- it's... expectation. He expects me to do as he says. Do I mind? Really?' "We're not gonna talk..."
"We will talk," Luis assured her. When he said it like that, she believed him.
The show didn't last that long, after all -- and Luis kept his hands out of Phyllis' crotch, although he had the full attention of every nerve on her breasts. "We will talk now," he announced, waving her up off his lap when it was over.
"Trish?" Phyllis waved at the boys. Trish nodded.
In Phyllis' bedroom, Luis turned to her, serious. "I come here. I make demands. We have sex on my schedule. This is not an imposition? How long will it be before you go back to the club and petition for relief? How could I expect to do anything as brazen as moving in?"
Flustered, Phyllis stammered, "Well, um, uh, maybe it isn't that, um, cut and dried. Why did the club send you in the first place?"
Luis pursed his lips. "As a reward for good behavior, I think."
"Why did they send you to ME?"
"Because..." Luis' eyes lit. "Because you needed the attentions of a man." He pursed his lips. "So this is not, perhaps, as one-sided as it appears?"
"Perhaps not." Phyllis looked away, embarrassed.
"So tell me," Luis asked slowly, "If it were not an issue of obedience to the club, would you still want to see me?"
Suddenly evasive, Phyllis muttered, "Perhaps."
Just as suddenly frustrated, Luis rasped, "I know nothing of women. Either a thing is true or it is not. If you want answers, why do you not reveal your situation clearly?"
Phyllis thought about it a moment and sighed. "Men are strange, sometimes. If I told you that I wanted you to be my man, then you might become scared and leave and never come back."
Luis' eyebrows rose. "Given the benefits?" Regular meals and getting his laundry done would have been enough -- sex put things WAY over the top! This was the best deal he'd ever been offered!
"There are responsibilities." Phyllis nodded her head toward the door -- and the children beyond it. "Besides, while just sex MIGHT work, I would want more..."
"More, um, emotion."
"Oh." THAT, Luis hadn't really gotten around to. "That, I have no experience with. Or perhaps it has been all one-sided." Any love Luis ever felt had been unrequited... Family, of course, was another matter -- but this was about relationships and romance...
"Is it possible?" Phyllis asked.
Luis pondered this. "It's a complication."
"We were talking about there being no club out there," Phyllis reminded him.
Luis mused. "I might need that for a crutch."
Phyllis was surprised. "You can't make demands for yourself?"
"What authority would I have? What bargaining tool?" Luis demanded.
"The threat that you might get angry and go away?" Phyllis supplied.
"That would work?" Luis was frankly surprised. Such a thing never had...
"It... might..." Suddenly, instinct was again making Phyllis cautious.
"Such things are a two-edged sword," Luis mused. "What if you decided to withhold yourself? That happens..."
"You could refuse to allow it..."
"Why would you accede to my wishes?" Luis asked. "What gun do I hold to your head?"
"You could threaten to go elsewhere..." Phyllis replied diffidently.
Luis grunted. Instinct stopped him from blurting, 'An empty threat...'
"We could have ground rules," Phyllis offered.
"We would have to," Luis replied. "In my family, the man rules."
"That seems simple enough," Phyllis replied, shrugging. She cocked her head. "Haven't you ever said, 'I'm responsible, so I'm the boss'? I bet you have."
Luis pursed his lips, his eyes hooded. "Men understand that."
"So do women," Phyllis retorted, "You'd be surprised."
Luis pursed his lips. "There are other matters -- the other night, for instance. Young Gabriel's older brother."
"I did that for the club."
"What does the club have that would make you do that?" Luis queried.
"Video of me having sex with underage boys," Phyllis replied frankly.
'They have worse of me,' Luis thought. "What else?"
"Well, um, there is the sex itself..." Phyllis muttered, embarrassed. Luis cocked his head, not understanding. "It had been some time since..."
Luis chuckled. "I can sympathize." Only when he saw Phyllis' look of surprise did he realize that he had possibly released a bargaining chip.
"You don't...?" Phyllis asked.
"Get sex? Not with any regularity." 'Not without cash,' he added to himself. 'Where would she get the idea that I do?'
The answer was fairly simple, actually. 'One man's meat is another man's poison' is the saying that covered it, more or less. Phyllis saw nothing wrong with Luis -- in fact, having been exposed to him, she found much about him to like. His stature was a black mark against him with women in bars, as was his heritage and his employment -- but Phyllis hadn't met him in a bar. Instead, she'd been exposed to the force of his personality and had actually been intimate with him -- and that changed a great deal. Phyllis knew things that a woman looking at Luis in a bar would not -- and they colored her perception of him favorably. Was he short? Not when his eyes lit with that Latin fire. He was Hispanic -- Puerto Rican, maybe. Did a black woman care? Not so much -- frankly, he was less likely to be dismissive of her than a black man might. Was a man in the construction trades beneath a woman who worked two menial jobs to put food on her family's table? Huh! Not likely!
Luis eyed her. "Are we negotiating, then?"
Phyllis looked back. "I think so."
"The club still exists," Luis noted.
"I may have to do things for the club," Phyllis acknowledged. "You won't hold them against me..."
"But our... relationship exists outside the club."
Luis smiled crookedly. "I am thinking that this might put an end to such things as the incident with Gabriel's brother..."
"I would hope that you would consider my feelings," Phyllis replied. "I have done it and I might like to do it again sometime -- but I would hope that you would ask me about it before just offering me to someone else like that."
Luis nodded. "That is reasonable. If you are of value to me, I should not be willing to just hand you around to others." Phyllis nodded agreement. "What if the club should place me in charge of you?"
Phyllis thought about it. "That's the club and not you, then -- but, well, I dunno. I wouldn't expect you to be volunteering me..."
Luis nodded. "If I value you, I should be protecting my investment, club or no club. I would have to walk a line there."
"Yes." Phyllis nodded. "I would understand, unless it seemed like you were going out of your way to volunteer me for things."
Luis looked thoughtful. "What if I were punishing you for something?"
"Well, that should be clear..." Phyllis mused. "And there are other punishments."
"Eh, so there are," Luis agreed. "What if you need a spanking? I do not want to go to jail for assault, but sometimes..."
Phyllis pulled her lip. "Spankings are probably okay, but..."
Luis held up a fist. "These are not for a woman. I do not remember my father ever slapping my mother, even. But that..." He pointed at Phyllis' ass. "That is built to take it." Phyllis nodded agreement, grimacing. "I am the man," Luis added. "I am in charge."
"Yes." Phyllis expected nothing less -- it was implicit in Luis' whole personality.
"So. We have a relationship?"
"We're... dating?" Luis clarified.
"At least." Phyllis nodded.
"I don't understand," Luis said warily. "What do you mean by 'at least'?"
"Well, we didn't do three dates before we had sex or anything," Phyllis explained. "There wasn't any real 'getting to know you' phase. That's what I think of as dating. We haven't gone out, you know? You coming here to hang out and cuddle and have sex is kind of a little beyond just dating -- it's more like just before moving in together."
Luis blinked and licked his lips, "Uhhh..."
"Now don't!" Phyllis waved a finger, "It hasn't gone that far yet. See what I mean about getting scared? Besides, do you want to back off? It's not what you came for -- you came for sex, so..." She gathered herself. "There's nothing wrong with staying right where we are -- we can just make it a little less impersonal."
Luis settled down. Phyllis had indeed caught him off-guard. She was right, though -- hanging out and having sex with a woman at her house was beyond mere dating. "So what now?"
"Well, we know the sex is good -- now we have to wrap a little feeling around it. It gets a lot better when you're doing it WITH someone rather than doing it TO someone. Do you kiss?"
Luis eyed her. "I am not known for it."
"Do you want to be?"
Luis smiled. "Perhaps."
"Come on, then -- show me what you've got..." Phyllis beckoned him into her arms and a new age began.
Dinner, such as it was, at the Thornton home was over by seven-thirty. Mac eyed his father, who was looking antsy. "What's up, Pop?"
"I'm thinking about going out," Harmon replied.
"It's been a waste of time lately."
This was the opening they'd been waiting for -- already! "Well, Pop, you know, you've been out there looking for a serious thing forever, and it hasn't been working. Maybe you just need to settle for getting your rocks off."
Harmon eyed his son. "What? Like, a hooker?"
"Well, not necessarily," Mac replied. "I met Donna through a sort of a club -- a sex club. They were giving the guys on the team an extra reason or two to get motivated and a place to blow off steam after the games, and they were giving some chicks who would never get a shot at a jock a chance to take a run at one in a place where no one would screw with them over their reputation, among other things. Well, anyway, they're super-secret and have an initiation and crap like that, but recently they've gone sort of legit and are letting non-members in on a limited basis."
"Okay, Son. And this affects me how?" Harmon wanted to know.
"So they don't do hookers, but they DO have chicks -- and older women -- who like to get laid every once in a while -- and aren't getting any. They have these special rooms set up where it's so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face, so you don't know who you're fucking. That keeps everybody from being embarrassed and it's, like, no harm, no foul. The woman isn't a hooker, but she's there to fuck, just like you are," Mac explained. He'd been carefully prepped for this pitch and it was going smoothly.
"Huh. So what if you get the hots for this unknown woman?" Harmon asked.
"Well, we agreed to this deal where if you want to know who she is -- and she's agreeable -- the people in charge will tell you, but you have to take her out -- in public -- twice. This was for high school girls, though, you know? It was to get them seen and help them maybe catch somebody else if things don't work out. I don't know if there would be anything like that for older women -- there probably isn't any reason."
Harmon was intrigued, despite himself. Going out was going to be hit-and-miss -- mostly miss, lately, and he knew why, if he wanted to admit it to himself. But he'd been doing without for a while -- a lot longer than he usually did -- and simple relief for his blue balls sounded like a good thing. Besides, this wouldn't be some professional whore -- it would be a woman who wanted no-strings sex.
"What's the pool like for older women?" Harmon asked.
"There are three or four black ladies of different sizes, ranging from not too bad to pretty big, and yeah, about the same for white chicks, I think. Actually the white ones all tend to be a little smaller. One of them is skin and bone -- and she's there all the time, I think," Mac supplied. "There is one fairly hot-looking Mexican or Puerto Rican lady -- she's pretty shy. That's the ones I know of."
"Is Noreen Travers a member of this club?" Harmon asked.
"I've never seen her there," Mac replied truthfully.
"I'm sure a visit would take a while to arrange," Harmon grunted.
"Well, maybe not," Mac allowed. "Actually, there is one older woman and two younger chicks that live at the new clubhouse all the time -- sort of like staff. And they might have some kind of call-in list -- like I said, some of them are doing without, so they might just hop up and go on over if someone was coming in. It's a sex club, after all -- why wouldn't there be chicks around who want sex?"
"I have to admit, this sounds interesting..." Harmon mused. "Totally no-strings... Are they seriously ugly or something?"
Mac looked pained. "Pop, you don't have to be ugly to be ignored. Is Donna ugly? Her ass kept guys away -- but, hey, I've learned to appreciate that ass... The guys usually get broken in by one of the older women -- they know what to expect and they teach and when the guys get around to young stuff, they know what they're doing, which makes the girls' first time a lot better. Nobody ever turned down a piece because the woman was ugly. Besides, how would you know, in one of those rooms?"
"You've got a point," Harmon agreed. "Well, you could call, I guess..."
Mac whipped out his cell and punched buttons. "Let's see what's going on. Hello? Who is this? Oh, hi, Abby. Hey, is there anyone around who might want to do the dark room thing? My Pop is interested..."
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