Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1. Enjoy.
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Bev and Helen showed up about 2pm on Sunday. Bev came to drive the Truck back to Schwartz after Helen moved, but she also wanted to see the finished Cell since Helen had done all the final work. Bob heard the truck pull up and greeted them at the front door. Bev was wearing the Schwartz Iron works standard uniform coveralls, but it was Helen that Bob was looking over.
Helen realized he was checking out her newly assembled 'uniform' and asked, "Like it?"
Helen was wearing a Light-colored Khaki Safari shirt. The shirt was large on Helen and had several pockets. Below she had on darker Khaki Crew pants with pockets all over the legs. The pants were held up with a wide, heavy leather belt. She was wearing industrial, black leather, high top boots that were lace up but also had zippers down the sides. Bob also couldn't miss that the purple hair was gone -- it was now jet black and it looked like she hadn't shaved the side in a few days.
"I think it's PERFECT," Bob exclaimed, "You look like a prison guard."
While Bev looked on approvingly, Helen explained, "I bought them a size large then tailored the sleeve length and pant leg length to fit my short height. When summer comes, I can buy some short sleeve shirts and Cargo shorts, but not too short Boss. I also took enough out of the waist so they stay up with or without the belt since I may have other uses for the belt. This pocket has a small, handheld zapper. In this pocket I'll always keep a pair of handcuffs unless they are on Jill. There are lots of other pockets to keep keys, small vibrators, clothes pins, and various surprises for Jill."
"And the hair?" asked Bob, "You didn't need to change that? Is that your natural color?"
"I was due for a change; I've had that style for several years. And you're the boss and I know you weren't a fan. No, my hair is an unremarkable brown but covering purple dye takes a strong color so black it was."
"The only thing I'm not sure of is that zapper," Said Bob, "Jill and I have never played with one of those."
"I was going to talk to you about that first Boss. I've used it on myself, so I know it's safe if used properly. And although it's intense it's also very motivating. But It's your call."
"Shock me with it, please." Bob asked.
"That's wise," said Helen, "but in the spirit of our 'clinical' relationship how about I let Bev do it?"
"Clinical relationship?" asked Bev with a curious look on her face.
"I'll explain later." Said Helen.
"That works for me if it's OK with Bev, how about here on the arm." Bob replied.
Helen handed Bev the shocker and gave her a wink where Bob couldn't see. When Bev turned it on, he heard a high-pitched whine.
"Ok, Bob, this is..." Bev started to say, then shocked Bob on the upper forearm mid-sentence and without warning.
"HOLY SHIT!!!!!!" Bob screamed as he danced back and started shaking his arm. "Damn, that still stings and tingles."
"Sorry about that," Bev laughed, "I worked for a few years as a pro-dom and I usually had to tie my clients down before using one of these. I didn't want you to have a chance to anticipate and tense up, so I surprised you. The tingling will fade in a minute. Know that it's not quite as intense on larger muscles like the thigh."
"What do you think Boss?" Helen asked.
"I think I never want to feel that again," Bob exclaimed, "are you sure it does no permanent harm?"
"Police and correction departments all over the world use them. I ordered this one from a law enforcement supply store. They are safe if not used near the heart." Helen explained while Bev, who was still smiling at Bob's reaction, nodded.
"OK, I trust your judgement, Helen."
It only took the three of them one trip to unloaded what little bit of stuff Helen possessed into the ground floor guest room. Bev then asked if she could have a tour of the complete cell and say hi to Jill. Helen took her down and they found Jill doing deep knee bends, as much out of boredom as a desire to exercise.
"Bev! I didn't know you were coming!" Jill exclaimed.
"Good to see you too, but aren't you supposed to kneel and stay quiet until given instructions?" Bev said to Jill.
Helen answered, "Bob doesn't use a lot of protocol's here Bev, this isn't Schwartz."
The women talked for a while and caught up including Jill asking Helen about her new "uniform."
Before Helen opened the cell door to show Bev how the electric lock worked, she secured Jill. She didn't have to since Bob had already chained Jill by her heavy stainless steel 'Bob's Bitch' collar to the ceiling track, but she decided there was no time like the present to start her job as keeper. Helen went to the white cabinet and took out the handcuffs. At the cell, she had Jill place her hands through the cell bars in front of her about shoulder high and locked them on outside of the bars. Then Helen opened her app and opened the electric lock on the cell door. Helen showed Bev how the electric locks worked, how she had integrated the lights, HVAC controls and exercise controls.
All the while Helen was explaining the cell to Bev, she was standing next to Jill, leaning back against the bars and casually playing with Jill's pussy.
"Damn, Helen, nice job. I'm glad you're still going to work for us from time to time, I'm sure we can sell some more systems like this. Well, I need to get the truck back, nice place you've got here Jill."
Helen and Bev walked out of the cell, locking the cell door as they left, and leaving Jill cuffed to the cell bars. Jill knew enough not to remind Helen of the cuffs. If she was leaving them on, Jill realized, then she was doing it on purpose. "I hope I don't stand here all night." Jill thought.
After Helen had shown Bev out, she realized that Bob was grilling some BBQ chicken and roasted vegetables on the deck.
"I thought I'd do some grilling for your first meal on the job," Bob said, "and I thought we could talk some more about Jill's first week. I arranged to fly to Detroit in the morning. I'll be gone till Thursday night. I do surprise visits to sales offices from time to time and Detroit is due."
"That's great," said Helen, "let's go down to the cell after dinner and tell her together. Let her know what she's in for together, then I'll leave and let you too have a goodbye session."
The husband and the Keeper spent dinner discussing ideas Helen had for the coming week. As they were scraping leftovers into a bowl for Jill, Bob thought "the next few days are going to be a bitch for Bob's Bitch!"
After cleaning up the kitchen, Helen and Bob walked downstairs. Jill, of course, was still standing cuffed to the bars, completely naked except for her "Bob's Bitch" collar.
Bob started talking while Helen put Jill's bowl down and slid it under the bars, "Jill, I'm going to Detroit first thing in the morning. I'm going to be gone four days at least, perhaps more."
"I'll miss you but thank goodness Helen started tonight so I can stay in the cell next week, that was good timing!" Jill said.
"You may not be so excited after Helen explains a few things to you." Bob said solemnly.
"Jill," Helen started, "I know you're excited that your fantasy is beginning. I also know you're starting to think of me as a friend and a co-conspirator in your kinks. I'm going to change that perception this week. I'm not your friend Jill, I'm your Keeper. Your husband wants you to get in shape, to work hard, to suffer and to be edged frequently, just because he is a sadist. So, you will obey me instantly, in all things, at all times because when he's away, I AM BOB."
Helen continued ominously, "By the time this week is over you will know that I will punish you when you deserve it and torment you even when you don't deserve it, just because Bob wants me too. The next few days will be hell, and you will take it for him."
"Jill, I won't call you or answer your emergency phone at all this week. I will watch the security camera recording every evening and enjoy your suffering. Oh, and I called Karen and let her know that you'd be missing Tennis this week."
While Helen and Bob were talking, Jill was looking between the two of them and getting more and more excited. But she had been married to Bob for twenty-four years and she could read him like a book. He was frequently looking down, not meeting Jill's eyes while Helen was talking. He was also shuffling his feet, a sure sign he was nervous or concerned about something. She was pretty sure she knew what.
"Thank you, Bob, for buying this cell and for going to a lot of trouble to make my fantasies a reality. Bob, I recommended we hire Helen. And that was AFTER I saw how she and her co-workers treat the twins. I trust Helen and I trust you. Go on your business trip, relax, I know you're right on the other side of that camera. I love you Bob!"
Again, Helen thought, "Awww this couple is adorable! I hope I find a woman to love as deeply as this couple loves each other."
Then Jill, naked and cuffed to the bars, continued, "And Helen, you are my friend. Friends know what friends need. There is no reason you can't be my friend and make me suffer and cry. Jerri and Jenni were your boss, but you were strict with them and made them suffer. Bring it on friend!"
