Day 156 Thursday
Denise woke in the morning feeling tired. She had gotten no more than four hours of sleep through the night. She went over to the small clock and checked out the time. It was five thirty in the morning. Dale would be coming down in thirty minutes. She felt between her legs wondering if she would be wet enough to take him. Her hand came away sopping wet.
She wondered how he would take her. She went into the bathroom and prepared an enema just in case. She doubted that he'd take her in the ass right away, but he'd do it sometime during the morning. She was sure of that.
She finished cleaning her bowels and took a shower. Once she was clean, she dried off. Not having to dress made the early morning ritual a lot quicker. She paced around the basement stopping occasionally to look at the clock. It seemed to her that the time was dragging past.
At two minutes before the hour, she went over to the closet and got down on her hands and knees. She stayed there nervously waiting for him to rush down and take her. She had decided at some point during the night that the first time wasn't going to be all that pleasurable. Dale was driven by his needs and wouldn't look past them until they had abated.
The door to the basement opened and she tensed. Dale called down, "Breakfast will be ready in five minutes."
"What?" Denise asked. In none of the scenarios that had gone through her mind the previous night had the idea of starting the morning with breakfast appeared.
"Breakfast will be ready in five minutes," Dale replied.
"You aren't going to fuck me?" Denise asked incredulous.
"Later," Dale said.
Denise climbed up the stairs where Dale was waiting for her. He was wearing a robe. The front of the robe was tented with his erection. She stared at it wondering how he was managing to control his desires. In answer to her unspoken question, Dale said, "Discipline. No matter how strong the need, the only way to truly get it satisfied is with disciplined action. I don't want to destroy what I've built over the past few months by acting without control."
Staring at him, Denise realized that he had an iron will. She sank to her knees and opened his robe. Just before taking his cock in her mouth, she said, "Come for me."
For the first time since she had entered the house, she had reached out to him and gave of herself to satisfy his needs without concern for herself. He looked down at her and saw that she was looking up at him with wide open baby blue eyes filled with a desire to please him. It didn't take two minutes before Dale was emptying his balls into her mouth. She sucked him even after he was spent. He sighed and said, "Thank you."
Easing off his cock, she said, "My pleasure."
"Let's eat. We have a lot to talk about," Dale said feeling relaxed for the first time in more than twenty four hours.
"Okay," Denise said thinking about how much she had enjoyed giving him the blowjob. She wondered what it would be like when the circumstances were better.
Seated at the table, Dale said, "Sometime in the past five weeks, you stopped being a fat woman. I'm not sure when it happened or even why it happened, but I noticed one day that you had made the breakthrough."
"Susan said the same thing," Denise said.
"I wanted your first time as a real woman to be special," Dale said. He was feeling a little guilty about having allowed her to relieve him.
"It was," Denise said. She had watched his reaction to her actions. Maybe it hadn't lasted long, but she had seen that brief moment where he had surrendered to her. Susan's description of the blowjob that had changed her life now made sense. She had felt the power and pleasure of sex.
"After we're done eating, I'd like to take you to the bedroom for a long leisurely session," Dale said. He looked at the clock and sighed. He said, "I fear that we'll have to head for work."
"I took the day off," Denise said.
"You did?" Dale asked surprised by the revelation.
Nodding her head, Denise said, "Yes, I did. I have to admit that I've been looking forward to this."
Dale nodded his head and said, "You definitely aren't a fat woman anymore."
"I know," Denise said. She sighed and said, "I'm not sure what I've become."
"You are still in the process of becoming," Dale said with a smile. The time to start molding her into the woman that she would become had begun. This was the fun part of the program as far as he was concerned.
"I guess," Denise said. She looked around at the dirty dishes and said, "Let me clear the table while you call Claire. She'll want to know that you won't be in work today."
"Okay," Dale said.
Thirty minutes later, Denise entered Dale's bedroom and looked around. It was her first time in that room and she was impressed by the cultured masculine furnishings. It definitely wasn't a bachelor pad. This might not have been her first choice in a fantasy setting, but it was nice.
Dale slipped up behind her and circled her waist with his arms. She leaned back into him feeling the swelling hardness between his legs pressed against her ass. He nibbled on her neck sending little wavelets of pleasure though her body. The thought that this was what it meant for the neck to be an erogenous zone flashed through her mind. She shut off the intellectual part of her brain with a vengeance and surrendered to the feelings.
Dale eased her onto the bed and settled beside her. With soft kisses, he visited every pleasure spot on her body. Some she knew about, but most were amazing discoveries. Her body trembled and she reached out for him. The true dance of erotic pleasure began as she sought the parts of his body that reacted to her touch even as he sought hers.
Hours passed as the foreplay heated up to the grand conclusion. Delirious with pleasure, Denise realized that she was spread wide open with Dale thrusting into her. Her animalistic cries rang through the room. His grunts and groans as he drove his body through the act of love made the song a duet. She came with a roaring in her ears, fireworks exploded in front of her eyes, and her entire body went rigid overloaded with sensation.
Above her, Dale ground his cock into her accepting cunt. The release came from deep within him. His whole body felt it. Not all orgasms deserved the title, La Petite Mort, -- the little death, but this one did. It descended upon him taking away all thoughts and leaving only feelings. He felt helpless in its throes.
He recovered finding that he was laying atop Denise with his full weight. He started to roll off of her, but she said, "Stay there."
He stayed in place but took a little of his weight on his arms. He said, "Thank you."
"Thank you," Denise said. She didn't need to ask if he had enjoyed it. There were no doubts in her mind that they had just finished having the best kind of sex that was humanly possible.
"That was intense," Dale said.
"That was long overdue," Denise said with a satisfied smile.
"Yes," Dale said thinking that he had not expected this day to come for another month or so. Susan who had come from the same background as Denise had been much more resistant to opening up like this. He couldn't help wondering what had been the difference.
"I prepared my ass for you. When you've recovered, I want to you take me there," Denise said. It was hard to get the words out, but she felt a great need to say them.
"Your wish is my desire," Dale said once again surprised by her actions.
"Thank you," Denise said.
"For what?"
"For freeing me," Denise answered.
Forty minutes later, Dale sank his cock in Denise's ass. She pushed back against him accepting the intrusion. The act that had once devastated her had lost all power to cause shame. She participated willingly and enthusiastically. Dale remained gentle, taking her slowly so as not to cause pain. The tightness of her neither passage made him want to just shove it in, but he knew better than to do that. Slow and easy led to the best sex.
The session lasted a long time and finished with him filling her ass with his spend. It was only after finishing that he realized that he had taken her in all three holes before noon. He rolled off of her and then gathered her in his arms. She said, "This is nice."
"Yes, it is," he said in agreement.
They laid there for a few minutes and then Dale said, "Let's take a shower."
"Okay," Denise said despite wanting to savor the moment a little while longer.
"Come on," Dale said releasing her and rising from the bed.
"What?" Denise asked.
"Let's go take a shower," Dale said.
"Together?"
"Of course," Dale answered.
Feeling shy all of a sudden, Denise followed Dale into the bathroom. He had a huge shower that could easily hold three people. There were jets for spraying water distributed across three walls and the ceiling. Denise had seen a shower like that on television once, but the reality of actually standing inside one was overwhelming.
Dale pressed a button and she was suddenly surrounded by a gentle spray of water. It was one of the most sensual things that she had ever experienced in her life. It was like standing in a warm summer rain, but more pleasant. She turned around enjoying the feel of it.
Dale said, "You like it?"
"This is amazing," Denise answered.
Leaving the shower made her realize just how wealthy Dale was to afford things like this. The front of the house which was all that she really had seen demonstrated an understated wealth. His bedroom and the attached bathroom were much less subtle reminders that he was wealthy. There were at least five other rooms that she had never seen during her stay there. She could only imagine what she'd find in them.
Dale led her out of the bedroom and into the living room. Once there, he said, "We'll move you out of the basement this afternoon."
"Okay," Denise said surprised by the statement.
"The basement is for fat women. You aren't a fat woman anymore," Dale said.
"Oh," Denise said.
Dale said, "You'll have Susan's old room."
"Oh," Denise said. After that glorious session that morning, she was a little disappointed that he didn't want her to move into his bedroom.
"Don't be disappointed. You're going to need the privacy that having your own room will provide you," Dale said knowing that it was time to manage her expectations. It was important that she trust him, but he had to make sure that she didn't fall in love with him.
"You're probably right," Denise said.
Dale knew that he was right. He was tempted each time that a woman in the program made that transition away from being a fat woman. The one time he had succumbed to temptation and escalated the relationship had ended with a near disaster. She had grown clingy and tried to manipulate her way through the program. She finished it, but the result had been disappointing in the sense that she had left nursing a small kernel of resentment. Smiling at her, he said, "Let's go out for lunch."
"Okay," Denise said. She had the perfect outfit to wear.
"Great," Dale said, "Go get dressed and I'll meet you at the car."
"Okay," Denise said. She wandered down to the basement and looked around at what had been her room. After living in it for five months, she was shocked at how attached she had become to it. She went over to the closet and pulled out the black and white dress that she had purchased with Susan. It was a little loose when she put it on. In a way, it looked even better loose. The skirt seemed to move more when she walked. The only place that it remained tight was around her bust. Her breasts were squeezed together revealing an inviting bosom.
Satisfied with her attire, she went into the bathroom and applied some makeup. She went through her normal process and then stopped to look at the result. It was a little heavy. She cleaned off her face and went with a lighter gentler look. Pleased with the result, she stepped back and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She not only felt sexy, she felt that she looked sexy.
Happy with the results, she went outside and found Dale waiting by the car. He looked at her and nodded. In a gentle voice, he said, "You look great."
"Thank you," Denise said.
"Men will envy me," Dale said opening the car door for her.
She slid into the luxury car marveling at the interior. She realized that this was the first time that Dale had taken her anywhere in public. The fact that it happened the same day that he had told her that she was no longer a fat woman was not lost upon her. Looking over at her, he asked, "What do you feel like eating? Seafood? French? Italian?"
"Seafood would be fine," Denise answered. She wasn't sure that she could handle spaghetti without ruining her clothes and she'd have no idea what she was eating if it was French.
"Seafood it shall be," Dale said starting the car. As he pulled out of the driveway, he said, "We're going to Don's Seafood Palace. It is a special little place that is in the middle of nowhere. Don't let the appearance of the place bother you, the food inside is outstanding."
"Okay," Denise said. She'd never heard of the place.
Dale drove out of the city towards a little town about a half an hour away. As he pulled into the parking lot, Denise looked at the cars. Just about every expensive car manufactured in the past two years was parked on the dirt parking lot. She asked, "Is this some sort of rich person's secret meeting place?"
Dale laughed and answered, "Not really. Most people can't take the time to drive out here for lunch."
Dale escorted Denise into the little restaurant. It had once been a farm house and the tables were scattered through what had once been the living room, the dining room, and the master bedroom. There were enough seats for about fifty people. Denise looked around rather underwhelmed by the décor. None of the tables matched the other tables. Even the chairs didn't match the tables.
One of the customers spotted Dale and called out, "Hello, Dale. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. How are you?"
"Getting by," the man answered.
Dale leaned over to Denise and whispered, "That man was one of Michelle's projects. He now owns a rather successful electronics shop. They make parts for the military."
"Oh," Denise said looking over at the man. She smiled and said, "I'm sure Candy would love to meet him."
"He's taken," Dale said with a smile. When she looked over at him, he explained, "Lucille married him."
"She was one of your women?" Denise asked spotting the attractive woman sitting next to the man.
"That's right," Dale answered steering her in the direction of their table. On reaching the table, Dale said, "Hello, Lucille."
Lucille looked up at Dale and gave him a warm smile. She said, "How are you doing Dale?"
"I'm fine. How are things going for you?"
"Great. Mike just got a major contract and we're celebrating," Lucille answered. She reached under the table and Mike sat up a little straighter.
Denise looked at Lucille recognizing her from the pictures in Dale's office. Dale said, "Denise, this is Lucille and her husband, Mike."
"Nice to meet you," Denise said.
Lucille looked Denise over and knew that she was in the program. She was pretty sure that the woman would recognize her from the pictures in Dale's study. She asked, "How long have you been in the program?"
"Five months," Denise answered knowing that her size let any other woman who had been through the program know exactly why she was with Dale. Neither woman was in a position to be too judgmental of the other. They both knew what women had to do to get through the program.
"I'm impressed. He's taking you out in public already. It took me almost six months to reach that point," Lucille said.
"Thank you," Denise said recognizing Lucille's words as a compliment.
Dale said, "I'm glad things are working out for you and Mike. You're a cute couple."
Mike laughed and said, "She keeps me on my toes."
"I'm sure she does," Dale said.
Mike leaned over and, in a voice that only carried to Dale, said, "Maybe you might let us come over for a visit sometime. Lucille would enjoy seeing you again."
Dale raised an eyebrow and replied, "I'm available any Friday night until I get a new program participant."
Lucille licked her lips and said, "Thanks, Dale. We'll be calling you one day soon."
"I'm looking forward to it," Dale said.
Lucille's hand disappeared under the table and Mike sat up a little straighter. Denise smiled when she realized what was happening. She said, "It's been nice meeting you."
"We'll see you again, I'm sure," Lucille said.
Dale led Denise over to an empty table and pulled out the chair for her. Denise sat down and looked around the room. Once seated, he reached over and pulled out the menus that were stuck in a holder in the center of the table. He handed her one and said, "I almost always get the broiled seafood lunch here. It has a nice variety of fish, scallops, and shrimp. All of their fish is good though."
"The broiled seafood lunch sounds good," Denise said.
Dale glanced over the menu just to make sure there wasn't some special that he wanted more and then closed the menu. He asked, "So how is work?"
Denise frowned and said, "Not too good. I told Karen that I was in a weight loss program that you managed and that our agreement was that I wouldn't have to pay the price for five weeks. It kind of slipped out that I was expecting to have sex with you this morning."
Dale shrugged his shoulders and said, "I wouldn't worry about it. If she gives you too much trouble, invite her over to the house."
"What about the house rules?" Denise asked surprised at his lack of concern.
"She'll live with them if she wants to keep my business," Dale said.
Shocked, Denise asked, "How can you say that?"
"I understand her," Dale answered.
Frowning, Denise tried to figure out what that answer meant. Unable to guess, she said, "You're going to have to explain that to me."
Dale adjusted the sleeves of his sport coat for a second and, as if reciting a psychological study of the woman, said, "Karen Brockwell, age 35, is unmarried. She has an IQ of 136 and won't date a man who is less educated than she is. She has three master degrees; one in education, one in computer science and a MBA. She is smart when it comes to dealing with people within in a business environment, but has problems dealing with people on an intimate level.
"She experimented with women in college and occasionally seeks one out for company to this day. She really prefers men, but has very few dates. Unfortunately, her high standards eliminate most men from consideration. The problem is that her biological clock is ticking down and she's desperate to get married."
"I had no idea," Denise said shocked at how much Dale knew about her boss.
"She's had her sights set on me for a long time," Dale said somewhat apologetically.
"Really?" Denise said.
"I imagine that learning that you were planning on having sex with me this morning probably upset her much more than you are aware," Dale said.
"She's going to fire me," Denise said with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"You're going to invite her over to my house Friday night," Dale said leaning forward. The idea of having a new woman around tickled his libido.
"What are you going to do?"
Smiling at her, Dale said, "I'm going to tell her a few things that she needs to know and what she needs to do to get the kind of man she wants. I know of only one person who collects men that are exactly what Ms. Brockwell is seeking. My sister, Michelle, has three or four men who could sweep her off her feet. Not one of them would stay with her based on how limited her sexual horizons are at the present. She needs a few months of the program to expand those horizons."
"You're kidding?" Denise asked shocked.
"Not at all," Dale said. He looked over at the waiter as he approached the table. As soon as the waiter reached the table, he said, "We'll both take the broiled seafood lunch. I'll have an iced tea."
"I'll take a Diet Coke," Denise said.
The waiter left and Dale turned back to Denise. He said, "You will invite her over, you will explain the rules of the house, and you will tell her what to expect."
"Why me?"
"You told her more than was proper," Dale answered looking her in the eye.
Denise nodded her head. She thought about what happened to Susan the evening she was introduced to the program. She hoped that she wouldn't have to walk around with a come covered face while Karen was at the house. She sighed and said, "Yes, sir."
Dale said, "I also think that my sister had a bit to do with my horrible day yesterday."
"You are probably right," Denise said confident that he was definitely right.
"She's going to pay," Dale said with an evil smile.
"How?" Denise asked curious about what he would do to his sister.
Dale said, "She's going to play a major role in Karen's training."
"Poor Karen," Denise said. Images of Karen trussed up in some sort of bondage outfit flashed through her mind.
Dale said, "Don't feel sorry for Karen. She's going to receive a gift that is of value beyond counting."
"What?"
"Her dream," Dale answered. He looked down at the table top and added, "That is what everyone who goes through the program gets. Dreams cover all kinds of desires: being thin, having a house, having money, finding a husband, and leading a happier life. They are dreams that seem out of reach until the program."
"You believe that?" Dense asked.
Dale nodded his head and said, "Yes I do. That's why I don't feel guilty about charging the price that I charge for my involvement."
Denise was silent for a minute and then said, "It was a price I am willing to pay. Today, I don't feel that it is that high of a price."
"Karen will discover the same thing," Dale said.