Chapter 12

Alyssa got on the phone to Sonya; it amused her to think of this pair as 'Horny Horner' and 'the Ho'.

Sonya was the closest thing in the group to a real lesbian, by attitude and inclination. Most of the attitude had been inculcated by Mom Ho -- who was radically different than her daughter. Mom was full Chinese and not much taller than Sonya, but she was thick-waisted and blocky, with an unappetizing, blocky ass and small, splayed titties. Mom wore wire-rimmed glasses that accentuated her round, flat face, making it look even flatter -- and in college, these issues and her unflattering Chairman Mao wardrobe had put her firmly on the sidelines in the man hunting game.

Desperation had led to bravery -- add large quantities of alcohol at a frat party that it had actually cost her money to bribe her way into, and Mom (whose name was Jiang Yi) had let go and gone wild, losing her virginity to one of a dozen fraternity brothers who passed her drunken body among them that night. Somewhere during that binge -- which lasted well into the next day, since Mom Ho decided that staying drunk led to continuing to get fucked -- Sonya was conceived...

Sonya was visibly of mixed race; her father had been black, but which black at that party did the deed wasn't clear, for obvious reasons -- there were probably a dozen suspects. Sonya made out like a bandit, her looks tiny and exotic at five foot three, with B-cup peaks slightly above the average for an Oriental and an odd cast to her skin tone. But to her mother, she was a source of powerful shame -- her dishonor was highly visible and the occupants of the little Chinatown neighborhood they lived in treated Mom Ho like dirt. If she had managed to latch onto a man, she might have fared better, but Jiang Yi's Night Out had been such a blur that she had no idea who might be the father. A white boy had assumed some responsibility while she was pregnant, and they'd pursued a relationship primarily based upon the idea that the damage was already done and sex was fun for both of them -- but when Sonya put in her appearance, it was obvious that the boy wasn't the father and he couldn't take the social stigma, so he dropped Mom Ho and moved on.

So Sonya grew up fatherless, and Mom Ho's bitterness over the acts of men was a constant background beat to the music of her life. If nothing else, she was scared of men and scared of herself in their presence; Mom said terrible things about them, but Sonya knew that any time Mom got drunk enough and brave enough, she would go hunting for a dick. Unfortunately, Mom had few social tools and virtually no physical ones and seldom came home with anything more than frustration and a hangover.

Sonya knew that she wasn't missing anything by being snubbed by the male population of Chinatown -- in one of their few heart-to-heart talks about the joys of men, Mom had related that Chinese boys had dicks as small as the rest of them were and that white boys were generally bigger and blacks could be stallions -- which was a reach, based upon Mom's limited experience, but it had some truth to it, Sonya figured -- besides, other girls had indicated as much in bursts of incautious disclosure during 'girl talk'.

That left girls. Sonya had an itchy clit, and had succumbed early on in puberty to the curiosity of another girl about the tingles they got when they fingered their crotches. That successful experiment led to a 'mutual satisfaction club' with about four members who got together off and on to do things to each other because it was more fun than doing themselves. But the other girls had gone boy crazy, one by one, and drifted away, leaving Sonya a prime target for Alyssa.

Still, Alyssa would never have gotten anywhere with Sonya without Dirk -- for the same reason that some of the other girls would never have stayed in a lesbian relationship with her. Alyssa was a taker, and selfish; she MIGHT finger another girl in extremity, but she wouldn't return cunnilingus given her. This one-way mindset meant that she needed someone -- or something -- to handle her end for her, or her partner would leave, unsatisfied, and be uninterested in the future. That something was Dirk -- but even then Alyssa only shared his tongue...

Of all of Alyssa's 'girlfriends', Sonya was probably the closest to the realization that a dog could be a sex partner; she was building a case for getting Mom a nice, strapping Great Dane male to substitute for the men she couldn't get and keep. But she was under the impression that she had made the leap alone, and that Dirk was only good for tongue rides, by training -- she didn't realize that Dirk would fuck, properly motivated.

Sonya had been one of Alyssa's first conquests; the night they brought in Trish, she had pretended to be new at things to keep Trish from being too suspicious. It was just as well, though; Alyssa settled on bringing in two girlfriends at a time in order to ensure that they both had a source of satisfaction beyond Dirk, in case he was balky, that didn't require her to lift a finger -- and Sonya was good with that. She loved sucking Trish's clit -- it was like a tiny cock, she figured, and it was so responsive...

"Hey, Sonya, how about a party? Dirk's back..." Alyssa said when she got Sonya on the line.

"It's about time!" Sonya retorted. "You were nuts to let him out of the house for almost a week!"

"Yeah, well, were YOU gonna come over and take care of the mutt?" Alyssa retorted. Fortunately, they were on the phone, so Alyssa didn't see Sonya rolling her eyes. "Trish is coming," she continued.

"Cool," Sonya agreed, happy. Alyssa was survivable, and Dirk was fun -- but Trish was a blast! "I'll tell Mom I'm staying the night. What time?"

"Eight, I guess, we can watch TV for a while before going up for the main event."

"Cool! See you then!" Sonya hung up and went off to find her mother.

Five minutes later, Alyssa was leaning on the pool edge next to Trish. "Eight o'clock? The Ho will be there..."

"You got a deal, then. See ya!" Trish pushed off and swam away.

"Mama, I'm having Trish and Sonya over," Alyssa announced over the phone.

"For dinner?" Adele pressed the iron to the item she was pressing. "I don't have anything to feed them."

"Not, they'll come after supper, Mama," Alyssa replied, rolling her eyes. Her voice gave her away, but that didn't really matter to Adele.

"All right sweetie. Are they staying over?"

"Well, yeah..." Alyssa's tone added 'Dummy' to the answer.

Adele ignored it. Teenagers -- you just couldn't let them get to you... "Fine, Sweetie. I'll see you at home, then."

"Lemme borrow your phone?" Alyssa looked up to find her big brother standing over her.

"What for?" she asked shortly.

"Need to call a friend," Randy replied smoothly.

"Awright. Don't bust it," Alyssa passed the phone, glaring. The phone was SUPPOSED to be shared between them, but Randy had all but ceded its use -- giving it to him irritated her. He ignored her, however, calmly walking off and punching in a number. "I wonder who HE has to call?" Alyssa grumbled.

Big Brother had changed, recently. For one thing, he wasn't as whacked out as he had been -- he seemed a lot calmer. For another... She watched him; yeah, he was different, all right. There were a ton of women and girls hanging out around the pool, and normally, he would have been leaving a puddle of drool everywhere he went, his eyes bugging at women's and girl's tits and asses. Today, though, he was looking, but seemed... reserved, maybe -- certainly not wildly excited.

Randy, of course, had been watching his sister's antics and figured out what was next. "Hey, Terence," he said when connected to his friend, "Sissy is rolling in another pair of her party girls tonight! Are the cameras okay?"

"I'll ask Toby to check, but I'm sure they are," Terence replied.

"Cool. I might like to have one of this pair," Randy laughed.

"Hey, whatever," Terence chuckled back. "I'll stop by later. When do you figure you're heading home?"

"Probably about four," Randy replied. "Maybe you can hang out for a while and piss Sissy off. She'll be all worried that you'll still be there when her girlfriends show up..."

Terence laughed. That kind of thing was prime fun -- and now that they knew what Alyssa was up to, baiting her had an extra kick to it. "See you then!"

Later, Terence showed up at Randy's and they did a rather involved test, wandering through the rooms, triggering the cameras, and talking to Toby on the phone while he monitored them. Alyssa helped with this, unwittingly, while changing her clothing -- and then again when she called Dirk in for a quick fuck to take the edge off him before the girls arrived.

Adele arrived home to find Alyssa standing over Randy, screeching at him about the fact that Terence Carter was still in the living room with him, watching TV, and her friends were coming. Uncharacteristically, Randy was unflustered by all this; Adele was still standing in the door absorbing the rant when Randy looked up and replied, "Don't worry about it, Sissy -- we wouldn't THINK of getting in the way of your pajama parties. Big T will be heading out when this is over -- maybe I'll go with him, even. How would you like that?"

Alyssa, who had expected an angry response of, "This is my house, too, blah, blah, blah..." came up short, eyes popping. "Um, yeah, that'd be..."

"You need to eat, first, Randy," Adele announced herself. "Terence, will your folks be okay with you bringing Randy around?"

Terence shrugged. "It'll be fine with Mama. Pa probably won't care."

"Well, we'll see if we can't get everything organized on time, then," Adele replied. "Alyssa, if Terence is still here when your girlfriends arrive, you can just deal with it. I'm sure he won't be messing with them. Terence, I'm afraid I didn't plan enough to invite you to dinner."

"No problem," Terence waved it off.

"I'll go start on supper," Adele announced. "Alyssa, if you want things rushed along, maybe you should help!"

Alyssa made a face, but followed her mother out. Randy looked reflective. "Mama usually comes down on Alyssa's side. But then, I'm usually giving her shit right back..."

Terence leaned close, "Pussy makin' you mellow, Man?" Randy grinned.

Later, Adele pulled her son aside, "I'm glad you're getting out some, and making friends..."

Randy nodded. "Terence and his brother are cool."

"Well, have a good time. Get back at a decent hour."

"Sure."

Adele watched the pair of them head off down the street. The Carter boy was so rugged and muscular -- and had such nice buns... Adele shook her head; it was too bad she wasn't twenty years younger...

Randy barely missed Trish and Sonya on the way out -- and they were sequestered with Alyssa (and Dirk) in Alyssa's room when he got back just after ten. Randy decided not to check on them; someone else would tell him whether they gave the guys any blackmail material or not. The whole doggy thing made Randy a bit ill; he was glad that Brie hadn't tumbled to it, given how strongly she felt about lesbianism. He hung out in the living room, watching movies until eleven, then headed for bed.

Toby, on the other hand, made an evening of the Alyssa Show, starring Alyssa, Sonya, Trish, and Dirk. He watched Alyssa take her tribute from both of the other girls, and he watched Sonya and Dirk double-team Trish to a couple of pretty wild-looking orgasms. Then he watched Sonya and Dirk, with a little help from Trish. It was nice and insulated; they weren't in the same room or the next room, so his powers didn't assault him with their feelings. There wasn't even any sound, just sometimes comical facial expressions. And he got everything the group needed and then some...

Brie waited until almost eleven-thirty to slide down the banister. Once in the closet, she discovered that Big Brother wasn't doing anything exciting, which was odd, given the noise going on upstairs. After waiting around a few minutes, she decided that either he had already done his thing or he wasn't going to; either way, she might as well go talk to him...

Getting his attention turned out to be more difficult than just tapping quietly on the door -- Randy was reading a book and listening to his mp3 player. When she DID get his attention, he nearly jumped out of his skin, "Brie! Jeezus! Don't scare me like that!"

"Turn down the tunes, then!" Brie giggled.

"What are you doing up?" Randy asked.

"We need to talk -- about that!" Brie pointed up toward the ceiling.

"We'll be taking care of that," Randy replied. "We want to get what we need from all of Sissy's girlfriends to make sure they cooperate before we get started fixing the problem."

"So you're getting your pictures or whatever tonight?"

"Yeah, probably. I've decided I don't really want to get deep into watching it, you know. It's kind of nasty," Randy related.

"Well, okay. Good," Brie muttered. She thought so, too. "What about the other thing?"

Randy eyed her. "What other thing, Cheesecake?"

"You know. What I want." Brie looked here and there for a bit, but managed to raise her eyes to her brother's.

"We're working on it," Randy replied. "We figure that we need a kind of blind situation to protect the guy helping you -- and to keep him from being too upset at how old you are. But we've come up with a plan, and we'll be working on it later in the week, I think. We'll get there." He cocked his head, "Are you SURE you want to do that kind of thing?"

"Yeah," Brie nodded, "I'm sure."

"Okay." Randy left it; with any luck, Brie would change her mind -- but if he pressed too hard, she would get stubborn.

Brie looked around. "Do you have a new rag?"

Randy blinked. Given the amount of sex he'd had in the last few days, jerking off was low priority. "Well, no, actually. Why?"

"I was looking for something to tide me over." Brie eyed her brother sidelong.

"I think you should bring that one back," Randy declared.

"So you can freshen it?" Brie asked hopefully.

"So I can wash it," Randy replied. "I can't believe you're all fascinated with the smell of cum..."

"Well, I like it," Brie retorted. "And I'm gonna keep that rag until you get me something better!"

"Well, I'm not sure when that's going to happen!" Randy replied.

"Why?" Brie asked. "Have you stopped doing... that?"

"Well, yeah," Randy admitted, "for now..."

Brie made the leap. "Then you're fucking some girl! Who?"

"I didn't say I was -- and it wouldn't be right to tell, anyway!"

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Mama you're fucking around and let HER get it out of you!" Brie threatened.

"If you do that, you can forget getting what you want!" Randy retorted. "I'll tell the guys to forget it -- they're nervous about it, anyway!"

"Randy!" Brie stomped her foot in frustration.

"Look, you'll probably figure it out pretty quick, anyway, once we get your little booth set up for you and you get to meet a few of my friends. Until then, though, you need to let it ride -- otherwise, I have no way to protect myself. Deal?"

"I guess." Brie wasn't happy.

"Go on, now, Cheesecake. Hit the bed. Maybe I'll think about freshening your rag for you in a couple of days if you bring it back."

"You just said you weren't doing that!"

"Well, if it will make you happy, I'll see what I can do," Randy placated. "Okay?"

"Okay." Brie slid out of the door and headed upstairs.

"Jeezus," Randy sighed. "The things you have to do to keep a secret..."

Wednesday, Randy called Rick and Rick called Beth -- and Beth called Candace -- and they all ended up at Candace's at about noon. Beth took Randy and Rick downstairs to the rec room and they discussed the glory hole idea. Lon was there, as was Candace, but they didn't do much more than "ooh" and "aah" initially while Beth described things...

"Okay, the idea is to make a place where someone can kneel down and suck a cock -- one stuck through a hole in the wall. The guy sticking doesn't see the person sucking -- and the person sucking can probably ID a dick, but who gets to see one in a lineup?" Beth explained. "It's pretty anonymous, unless one or the other of them uses the hole to peek."

Rick frowned. "Guys are different heights. How do you handle that?"

Beth shrugged. "In the real world, they don't. There is a hole, placed however high the person making it feels like, and everyone adapts. We could probably get around that by putting in more than one hole -- with doors, or something to close off the ones not in use."

Randy nodded. "How big should the holes be?"

"Many aren't big," Beth related. "Since they're not supposed to be there and someone probably had to make them in secret, most are probably only big enough to stick the shaft of a cock through. But better ones allow for you to give the sucker your balls to play with, even if it is tight. Two inches would be an absolute minimum -- four or five would be better." Beth gathered them both with her eyes. "What about materials? We can do regular sheet-rock, but it's thick. Guys with not a whole lot to play with will lose out some."

"Hard board," Randy said confidently. "It's only an eighth of an inch thick and very hard. Nobody is going to damage it or punch through it."

"Oh, yeah, good idea!" Rick enthused. "It's sort of like pegboard. But it's hard to work with."

"Well, it cuts and it drills, and we can screw it to the studs," Randy replied. "Speaking of studs... They're sixteen inches on center, usually. You can get your head between them, no problem, but it might be easier if you didn't have to. Hardboard is pretty stiff -- maybe we can gap things more."

"I don't think we have to worry about the building inspector," Beth laughed.

"Okay," said Randy. "What about the inside?"

"Well, for comfort, we can put a cheap chair in there," Beth mused, "but usually, you're kneeling, so something padded on the floor would be nice. It should be easily cleaned, though -- there is gonna be cum all over the place."

"What about size?" Rick asked.

"Well, I'm not sure," Beth replied. "Peep booths vary -- and usually the bigger they are, the more comfortable. You know how big a toilet stall is -- and that seems to be the minimum. I think it might be nice to have room for a teacher or something inside... And maybe it should be big enough for the sucker to bend over and get fucked from behind. Six feet wide? Maybe as much as eight feet deep?" They had an area almost fifty by fifty to work with in the rec room; it wasn't crowded, even with the pool table, couches, the TV, and the other things they had brought in for comfort during parties.

Rick walked over to the wall. "Come here, Beth. Bend over..." He proceeded to mime fucking her in the ass. "Randy, got that measuring tape?" They took measurements and determined that while it could probably be done comfortably in six feet, seven was probably better. Then they brought in a chair and tried standing, sitting, and kneeling in different positions and decided that six feet was plenty of width, even for two people and a chair. "How many?" Rick asked.

"I would think at least two," Beth murmured. "It might be nice if they had a wall that was removable between them, for either privacy or contests."

"Two?" Randy asked.

"Well, you're bringing in -- what -- six girls? Eight?" Beth replied. "Plus the existing bunch?"

"Three," Lon erupted. Everyone glanced at him in surprise. "If you're going to compete..." He shrugged. Actually, Beth's "Plus the existing bunch" comment had sparked a vision of Sally, on her knees...

Rick shrugged. "That's eighteen feet, plus framing and wall thickness -- maybe nineteen. What else do we have planned?"

"Ummm, I'd like to see maybe a whipping station," Beth suggested diffidently, "for those of us who like that kind of thing. Maybe some stocks or a pillory for bad girls..." She shot a glance at Candace.

"Sounds scary," Candace replied. "Besides, where to you get such things?"

"You make them," Randy replied. "Anything else would cost a mint."

"That stuff has to be free-standing," Candace pointed out. "It will take up space."

"Well, the whipping place won't," Lon replied. "I figure that's just a couple of places to attach a girl loosely to the wall. Hmmmm. Feet together, feet apart..."

"Exactly," Beth agreed. "Just a few firmly anchored attachment points that take up almost no space. You might want to put something on the wall behind that resists stains."

"I don't know," Candace muttered.

"What's the matter, Mama? Scared?" Lon pressed. "I can call Damian and get HIS opinion..."

"Okay, okay!" Candace replied. "What about fun stuff?"

"Some kind of lover's swing or whatever, hanging from the ceiling?" Beth suggested. "You could take it down when it wasn't in use..."

"Two," Randy suggested. "And then we can put in a closet or something for stuff that gets built and we don't want on display."

"Sounds great!" Lon enthused. "Doesn't it, Mama?"

"Yeah," Candace agreed faintly.

"Seriously, are you okay with this?" Beth asked. "It's your house..."

"He's going to want to..." Candace didn't have to be clear about who 'He' was. Everyone knew.

"You'll get used to it, Sweetie. I like it. You seem to like what comes after," Beth said softly.

"Yeah..." Candace looked at her feet. "Okay. But I want fun stuff in here before the things that are gonna hurt people."

"Sure, no problem," Randy agreed. "We're probably gonna have to look at fancy stuff on the net, anyway -- and there are the tools and equipment..."

"I have the drafting gear at my house," Rick reported. "We can do design work there."

"We can probably get tools from Terence and Damian," Beth suggested. "After all their dad is a carpenter."

"Raw materials... We'll need to get the stuff and move it," Randy mused.

"Fred Carter has a pickup," Beth replied, "but you're probably better off pulling the seats out of my van and using it."

"Right," Randy agreed. "I'll ask Terence, anyway -- maybe his dad lets him drive his truck, sometimes."

"We're al set, then?" Rick asked. "Randy and I will head for my house and work on plans..."

"Sounds good." Candace couldn't wait to get out of there. She KNEW that Damian would make her live to regret this -- but then, he would make her regret any effort she made to impede it even worse... She headed upstairs.

Lon watched her, grinning faintly. "Mama is seeing herself against that wall..." He shook his head. "I'm seeing Sally." He nodded at everyone and headed upstairs.

"I'm seeing ME -- and it's making me hot!" Beth announced. "I have to go soon to get ready for work -- but, umm, if you boys don't mind..." She stepped up and cupped both Randy and Rick's crotches. "All this talk of giving head..."

Randy was all for it. "Sure!" He started unzipping, immediately. Rick was slower; Beth watched him bite his lip in thought, but he shrugged and dropped his trousers, too, and she had two cocks to gobble. It had been a few days, and she needed the attention; neither of the boys was too much into rough stuff, but when she grunted "Make me do what you want me to do," they both managed to manhandle her head as she sucked. Randy came first, fairly quickly -- he got excited and didn't want to pass her back to Rick on the second back-and-forth pass between then, and she let him hold her while he grunted and drove his cock into her mouth, jacking Rick when she remembered over the additional twenty or so seconds before Randy grunted and let go in her mouth. Afterwards, he apologized to both of them for hogging her, but Rick passed it off, "It's okay. Nobody likes to stop in the middle."

Beth proceeded to lavish attention on Rick's cock, giving it the full treatment -- licking and sucking his balls, taking him deep -- generally loving his cock. "Is Teela doing this?" she asked.

"Not until I finish," Rick related. "Usually, it needs to go somewhere else."

Beth chuckled. "Maybe you can get her to use the booths."

Rick looked troubled. "Maybe."

"You're worried about creating a monster, aren't you?" Beth asked.

"Yeah," Rick admitted. "Her mom..."

"Rick, you have plenty -- and you have the group. Let her get it out of her system. What you two have isn't based on sex -- it's based on the fact that you're a match. I honestly think you're more stable than Lon and Sally, at this point. There is plenty of cock for her in the group -- you can control it, and she'll be happy that you're doing so."

"Maybe you're right," Rick grunted. "Can we...?"

"Oh, sure!" Beth proceeded to drain Rick dry; he was already on the edge. His knees shook and jumped as he pumped his load into her hot, liquid orifice. Beth smacked her lips and sighed, "I love doing that..." The boys helped her up and she hugged them. "Call me at work if you need any ideas!" she admonished, and headed upstairs.

Attaching ring-bolts to the rec room ceiling wouldn't be any too hard, they figured; fortunately, the house was on a split-level plan that made the ceiling in the basement a little higher than the standard for such, especially along the wall where they were working. At the point where they were thinking about installing rings and slings, the basement ceiling was over ten feet high under an area beyond the split, versus a more standard seven feet six inches under the lower area at the front of the room (and the house). The actual basement layout, as investigated by the boys, was about one hundred feet by fifty, half of which was the rec room, which was directly accessible via an inside stairwell. Off of that was a small utility room on one side where the heating and cooling and water heating, and beyond that, a laundry. The rest of the basement was unfinished storage. The stairwell was walled off underneath, and that wall contained a door; the boys explored it and found that it led to another stairwell, coming down from a side door that led outside that was cut halfway into the foundation and had further steps leading up to the level of the yard extending above it. Randy thought that the outside stairwell might come in handy for moving materials into the rec room from outside.

Rick and Randy then went to Rick's where they spent most of the afternoon drawing and discussing the designs. They called Toby and he came over to provide his input regarding the layout.

Once they started drawing, issues started popping up. Doors were an immediate issue; they had to be placed on the front wall and that reduced the available space for the holes markedly. The absolute minimum was two feet wide, but what if they needed to fit a fat girl? They settled on twenty-eight inches; framing would probably suck up another four, and that left them a bit over half their frontal width. They also decided to place the door on the end booth at the side, which would allow it to accommodate two sets of holes if they wanted without widening the booth. Locks were an issue suggested by Toby; he felt that the doors should lock on both sides -- inside, for the sucker's protection, and outside in case they needed to be locked in, in which case the booths could double as cells, to an extent. Of course, that led to further discussion on the matter of reinforcement, and some research on the properties of hardboard.

Hole positioning got more deep discussion -- and some measurement efforts that would have been humorous to outsiders. They decided that three holes, five inches in diameter, placed in a diagonal row centered from thirty to thirty-six inches should handle everyone in the group and a fair number of outsiders. This led to another issue -- if they were going to block the holes, the covers would tend to get in the way if the design wasn't right, doubling the effective wall thickness. After several abortive attempts, they worked out a design where the hole covers were mounted on hinged arms that rotated up out of the sucker's way and were fastened there. The arms were long enough to ensure that the covers were well away from the sucker's head, allowing the sucker to get right up to the wall. There was a requirement to put a slight horizontal gap between the holes in order to avoid having the covers of holes on either side interfere with things, but the required distance wasn't great, considering the hole size.

"I'll do lighting and electrical," Toby offered. The others accepted this gladly; they hadn't thought about lighting inside the booths. Toby was counting on them not thinking about some other things, too...

"I'd put in anchors for the restraints, too, if I were you," Toby pointed out. "And we might need them inside the booths. Some of the girls might not be too excited about sucking the first time." He paused a moment. "We need to plan for the separate cells -- and for people outside the cells -- maybe even outside the group. We don't have enough guys right now to handle all this. Bear that in mind while you're planning. You might need to string a girl up while she waits, or something..." He grinned, watching the others while thoughts of a dungeon flashed through their heads. "Mama has restraints and stuff and she know what is good and what isn't -- and she knows where to get more, if we need it. But big stuff costs fabulous amounts of money, because it's for purposes that are supposed to be illegal -- so it's better if we find or make plans and do it ourselves." With that, he left the other two and headed into the other room to see Jean -- and while he spent the night, the three of them didn't talk much more. Jean needed her attention, and Toby saw to it that she got it. And Rick and Randy had a lot to do...

Eventually, they had a plan. Randy estimated that it would cost a thousand dollars in materials to get the job done, but he hoped that it would take less. A call to Terence revealed that he and Damian had access to a ton of their father's tools -- a good carpenter has more than one of the more critical items, and Fred had cast off a few things for newer and better. They called around and settled on Friday for a work party.

Lon was looking at something else. The playroom was going to be important to him and to Sally, he figured, because she was going to learn discipline; something about the idea of instilling it aroused him. But there were other dimensions that he wanted to explore, too. Lon had basically decided that Sally's pussy was to be his and his alone, even though he might occasionally throw her to the wolves as far as her mouth -- and, in particular, her ass -- were concerned. He trusted Sally, but he wasn't certain that she should be allowed to know that -- besides, he didn't trust ANY male, in the heat of the moment, with his woman kneeling naked and submissive before them. Therefore, something had to be done...

He searched the internet. Chastity belts were expensive and cumbersome and uncomfortable and had issues to them that he didn't want to deal with; besides, there was health and safety, as well as comfort. He needed something less intrusive... And he found it -- but it was all rather involved. The basics were pretty clear, but he wanted to do it all himself, if at all possible -- and that meant delving into female anatomy, and medicine, and some grey areas on the boundary of medicine... After spending several hours on the net, he was ready to spend money -- but the hardware was the easy part. What he needed to know worst, he needed to spend money to examine on pay sites -- so he went to see his mother.

"Mama, I've decide that I want to do some things with Sally, and I need to subscribe to some pay websites to learn all about it," he began.

"Oh? Like what, Honey?"

"Like this." He presented Candace with a picture from a website.

Candace blanched. "Dear God -- do NOT show that to Damian!" she gasped. "Why do you need that?"

"It's to bring home to her that she's mine, mainly -- and also for her protection."

"I... see..." Candace said carefully. "Have you discussed this with Sally?"

"She will do this," Lon replied. "Or else."

"Lon," Candace warned, "You're leaning on her pretty hard."

"You have no idea," Lon agreed, "But she likes it, so it's not a problem."

"You think..." Candace argued.

"I know that she wants to be owned. This will make it VERY clear to her," Lon insisted.

"What do you need?" Candace sighed.

"Well, money for the hardware -- obviously, I don't want do use cheap stuff. And I need to see the procedures, in-depth. I want to do it, not go to some turkey in a tattoo parlor."

"Honey, there are risks to this -- infection, for instance. And it's sure to be painful..."

"And I need to know all about it, even if I decide I'm not the one doing it!" Lon insisted. "I want it done soon, so it heals before school starts. I've seen on the net that it could take three months..."

"When are you going to tell her?" Candace asked.

"When I have everything," Lon replied. "When I'm ready."

"And if she says no?"

"She won't."

Ultimately, Candace surrendered her credit card. The worst case, she figured, would be that she would end up with some expensive hardware that she couldn't possibly let Damian find...