Rules of BDSM Manor - safety, respect, and consent.
Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.
Tess-O'Meter - Green
-X
I woke late the morning after arriving in Perth.
We were staying for a couple days with Paul's brother, before moving on to the famous Uluru (Ayers Rock) where we would be hiking and exploring with a local Anangu guide.
Not camping though. I refused point blank to camp in a land that boasts spiders the size of cars and bugs that can kill you.
It was a spa in Alice Springs for us.
Alex and I had been talking late the night before. Our body clocks were completely screwed by now.
Of course Alex had been very completely screwed the night before, in a fantasy bareback gangbang he had never expected to actually experience.
After a few hours kip on the plane he was fine, just a wee bit tender, but I can control myself for a few days. (Yes I can!)
Of course, Alex being Alex, he had diverted into a pharmacy at the airport when we landed and stocked up on condoms. Insisting we would use them until we had gone through our next due manor tests.
I explained the steps that had been taken to keep him safe. Bare backing is banned at the manor. If Sadie and John ever found out about the plan I had put into motion with my cousin she would literally slaughter me.
Alex reassured me that he knew I would never put him at risk. All of the eight masters who had fucked him last night were close personal friends of Jamie. They had been through a rigorous testing regime and not had any intercourse at all for two weeks prior.
Which, come to think of it, explained their enthusiasm.
But that tiny, tiny chance of an accident, or someone being careless was enough that he didn't want to risk it. Not even knowing we were all being tested again in a few days, their results made available to us and visa versa.
Whatever, I could cope with rubber for a few weeks.
I hit the bathroom and then wandered downstairs in search of Alex and coffee. Not necessarily in that order.
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, somewhat surprised at the unexpected view of Alex bound to a swing set in the garden.
Very sloppy rope work I had to say.
Intrigued, I moved closer to the glass to see what Alex was grinning at.
Paul was in the garden with his two nieces. A fight was in progress, the two girls were clearly much better with a sword than Paul was. (Well, he's better with a scalpel to be fair.)
I smiled at the two princesses (the sparkly dresses gave it away) and my smile widened as the smell of coffee reached me, just before a mug appeared by my side.
"Don't mind if I do, thanks very much," I turned to Paul's brother, Danny.
"I thought you might be ready for caffeine," he said, then laughed at Alex, his hands tied behind him to the child size swing set. He probably could have picked the whole thing up and walked off with it.
"Your husband's a good sport."
"Hmmm, what's going on?"
"Oh, wait, I know this," Danny closed his eyes for a second as he recalled the information.
"Prince Alex, of the Kingdom of Cambria has been kidnapped by the evil King Paul of Britannia, and is to be sacrificed to the terrible dragon headed fangbeast."
"That doesn't sound good," I commented.
Danny winced, "It's really not. The dragon headed fangbeast half roasts it's victims with it's fiery breath, before chewing up their weakened bodies with it's three rows of razor sharp teeth."
"Ouch!"
"But, all it not lost," Danny claimed.
"Thank God!" I sipped my coffee, unconcerned.
"The Princesses Mary and Catlin from the free, democratic and totally not sovereign land of New Australia," he paused and grinned when I laughed, "Don't look at me. I blame their mother! Are here to save the day and save the handsome Prince Alex from his terrible fate so they can be married."
"Who is Prince Alex going to marry? Princess Mary, or Princess Catlin?"
"Both of them."
I raised an eyebrow, "The free, democratic and totally not sovereign land of New Australia is a very open minded place!"
"Well, to be honest. When you're five and seven, getting married just means having a boy on hand who HAS to play dolls with you."
I laughed again, and then even harder when the evil King Paul fell, and was set upon by the two brave princesses.
"Come on," Danny said, "You'll probably get your husband back in one piece. Let's feed you."
Casey was in the kitchen with the twins, and I gave them all a hug before being stuffed with scrambled eggs, toast and bacon.
I was squeezing in a second coffee when Maria came running in and headed straight for me, grabbing my arm for a swing. Her sister, coming in just behind her, was seven and tall, so a two-hander, but I braced and let Maria climb.
"We rescued Prince Alex from evil Unc - King Paul and vanished him,"
"Vanquished!"
Maria ignored her sister, "yea, and so the fangbeast can't eat him."
"I heard about that, but are you sure the fangbeast would want Alex?" I looked Alex up and down as he walked in and slouched against the counter. "I mean, he's big and tough looking. Wouldn't the fangbeast find him a bit chewy?"
"I'm absolutely delicious," Alex informed me, and shot Casey an innocent grin when she choked on her orange juice.
Thankfully the girls were oblivious.
"No," Maria told me, "The fangbeast is massive. He's THIS BIG."Â She held her arms out, and opened both her eyes and mouth wide, running around the room three times to demonstrate size.
Then she flung herself back on my arm and let herself dangle.
"That big?" I said, grunting a bit, "I'm glad you were there then."
She nodded seriously.
"Speaking of... where were you when I needed you?" Alex demanded, as he stole my mug.
"Having a lie in."
"Typical!"
"And now we are getting married," Catlin said, giving Alex a sweet smile.
"Or," Danny interrupted, as he handed me back my coffee and gave Alex one of his own. "You could go and get ready for the beach."
"BEACH," the girls yelled and went crashing up the stairs, Alex forgotten.
"Must be losing my touch," he muttered as he sipped his coffee.
-X
One of the, apparently many, perks of Danny's job, was a private section of beach not far from their house.
Not far being a thirty-minute drive in light traffic.
The sea itself wasn't private, obviously, but they had a small cabin with a wide shady veranda, fridges, showers, changing rooms, and a large BBQ.
We arrived and to my embarrassment my name-sake, Baby-Lesley, decided that sand was not for her.
The little diva screamed the entire walk between the car park and the cabin's veranda and refused to entertain the possibility of getting near the yucky sand, even with a blanket to protect her, "No, No, No, Arrgggghhhh!"
She also took an immediate dislike to the sea, and would only tolerate sun cream if she could rub it in my skin as I rubbed it in to hers.
I was sat on the edge of the veranda, my feet in the cool, shaded sand, with Lesley safely on my lap when Alex passed by with Baby-Alexandria on his hip.
Baby-Alex had taken to the beach like a true honorary Ozzie. She loved the sand, particularly trying to eat it. Casey had spent the first couple of hours scraping sand off her tongue.
She also loved the swim wear, especially the swim trunks.
She had been patting everyone on the cheeks, but I noticed that the guy's with washboard stomachs got a tummy pat and rub instead.
A girl after my own heart, she certainly seemed to have a thing for a nice set of abs!
And the sea? She was like a fish.
"Still not interested?" Alex asked me, meaning Lesley and the sand.
"Nope, look," I grabbed a fist full of sand and let it fall from my fingers, shifting it a little towards her.
Lesley jackknifed her chubby little legs, growled like a baby wolf cub, and glared at me with such a pissed off expression that Alex burst out laughing.
"Guess that's you told then!"
At that point, Alexandria, in the absence of proper words, tugged hard on Alex's hair and pointed at the ocean, shouting, "Go, Go." Her code for 'transport me to the beautiful blue stuff right the hell now, servant'.
"Ow!" Alex untangled her fingers and shrugged at me, "See you later, Danny said food won't be long."
I waved him away, and watched as he reached the sea and started dipping Alex's legs in and out of the rolling water.
She shrieked happily at such a loud volume and high pitch, I suspected she was summoning dolphins from a radius of approximately three hundred miles.
A little while later a colleague of Danny's came over and introduced himself, I noticed that his accent was halfway between British and Australian. He laughed and confirmed that he was a transplant.
Waves and whistles from Paul had called the two Alexi up from the water and I casually said, "Ah, here's my other half coming now with our niece."
He turned and froze. I assumed he hadn't expected my 'other half' to be male, but that was his problem not mine, I never let that bother me.
I was more surprised when Alex froze as well. Before pulling off his glasses, a smile lighting his face.
"Patrick?"
"Holy Shit!"
"Patrick Jenkins? Is that really you?" Alex pulled the guy into an awkward hug. Awkward, because Alexandria was trying to rub Patrick's tummy like Aladdin summoning the genie.
They laughed and pulled back, but not completely I noticed. They each kept a hand on each other's shoulders.
I was shocked at the little flush of jealously. I mean, I know Alex had a life before he met me, but who was this guy? An ex?
"I haven't seen you in, Christ, how long?"
"I've been here for fifteen years."
"In Oz?"
Patrick nodded and turned as a young lady came over and wrapped an arm around his waist, giving us a general, "Hi."
"This is my wife, Carrie," Patrick said, finally letting go of Alex and turning her around a little. "Carrie this is Alex, and his partner, Leslie. They're friends of Danny's brother."
"We're married," Alex confirmed, waving his hand to confirm him and me.
"Yea?" Patrick looked a little confused, "Okay. Cool."
Alex was laughing. Enjoying some private joke.
Carrie had come and sat next to me, "It's nice to meet you," she said. "Who's this gorgeous girl?"
"This is Lesley. Another Lesley. She's having a bad day."
"Oh? Why?"