Author's Note: Now that I got the West Texas out of my system, it's time to return to the fun. This is a bit of a long one and I've hit the ground running. I hope this one has a little something for everyone. As always, everyone is over the age of 18. All characters are a product of my twisted imagination and any similarities between them and real people would be hilarious. Pardon the spelling and grammatical errors. As I said at the beginning, I suck at it. Likes and comments are always appreciated. Hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 5
The job in West Texas turned out to be a pain. Literally, since I ended up getting shot in the thigh. I had been sent out to aid in the arrest of a very well-connected person for the murder of two teenage women. Normally, I wouldn't be involved in something like this but he also was trying to blackmail someone high up working at the Capital. The suspect, along with a county judge as well as the county sheriff all ended up being arrested by local authorities while the Texas Rangers ended up transporting them to Austin where they are to stand trial.
Our simple two-day job turned into a two-weeks shit show with me spending the night in the hospital with a bullet wound to the leg, two trips to Austin and physical therapy on top of all of it. If it hadn't been for Kelly's amazing reflexes and equally amazing knife throwing abilities, which was a very pleasant discovery, I very well may have died. Luckily, according to the surgeon who stitched me up, it was a simple wound and didn't hit anything vital. Up and to the right about four inches and it may very well have been something much more precious to me and I let him know it. He didn't have a sense of humor.
Tammy, Debby and Jack flew out and after a day of excitement we flew back home so I could recover and Tammy and I could officially move to the Houston area.
Once back, I met with Timmy. He was busy going over Percy's books and mapping out all the money trails he had. It struck me as strange at first why Percy had never protested more about being tied up and being humiliated or threatened to have us all locked up for kidnapping. The mystery was solved when Timmy found several entries all leading back to the Los Zetas drug cartel. If they ever found out where he was, he and anyone in his general vicinity were as good as dead. It didn't matter if they were associated with Percy or just unfortunate enough to be walking past. This changed everything.
Much to the dismay of all the Houses, Percy's name had indeed been on all the deeds as sole owner as well as sole owner of all the LLC's he had the Houses' operating under. As much as I hated to admit it Percy really had set himself up. If my wife hadn't started asking me question about the lifestyle, I might never have found him. If I hadn't found him, he would still be sitting in the driver's seat funneling money into offshore bank accounts. Now he's sitting in a 4x4 cage wearing a diaper, a collar and a scrotum cage. He's still being a little reluctant to turn over the access codes to all the bank accounts but he's been giving them up one by one as Timmy finds them. Seems he fears what the Los Zetas will do to him more than having a plug shoved up his ass by a vengeful Dominatrix.
Thom, the Head of the Pasadena House, was able to hook me up with a local carpenter who builds his own specialty play equipment as well as home remodels. At the rate he's been working he thinks he should be finished with our play room in another couple of weeks. Ben, Head of the Katy House, was able to connect me with a local leather crafter they have a contract with for all their custom collars, cuffs and fetish wear. While he is expensive his workmanship and the quality of his products made the expense well worth it.
I refused to see or acknowledge Percy any more. I was done with him but Stephanie said she would let me know when the Council decided what to do with him. She hoped it would be soon as we had not visited since we made it back from out West.
My leg was still healing but getting stronger every day. Jack seemed to think I might be able to throw away my cane, which I picked up after we left the hospital, soon. I had mixed feelings about giving it up as it had almost become second nature for me to grab the thing. I think my wife, Kelly and Debby were happy to hear about my leg healing though. Possibly even happier than me.
I was tired of being cooped up and in the mood to play as well so I thought it as good of time as any to visit another House so I picked up the phone and called Lady Hilda to see if a visit would be possible. She was shocked but quite pleased for me and my lovely ladies to come visit. A couple of hours later we loaded up in the car and headed to the Galleria House.
While the Spring House was designed to resemble a large ranch style house on the outside, the Galleria House, designed as an early century Victorian mansion, exuded a quiet, subtle elegance from the outside. Inside was much the same with tastefully decorated antique furnishings and fine China place settings on the tables in the meeting parlor.
Lady Hilda met us at the door and escorted us in. Wearing a corseted dress and black boots with 4" stiletto heels, you could tell she commanded the room as we walked in. She guided us to a small tea table off to the side where she and I sat. I had my lovelies kneel in the presentation pose. The conversation was light and friendly. I spoiled my girls by feeding them bites of cake and tea. It was hard to believe it had only been a couple of weeks since all this started. Hilda commented on how well behaved they were. I told her this behavior was all them. Due to work, the gunshot and the fact our playroom was still under construction I had only been able to guide them with the lightest effort. But truthfully that was all they needed. They were the ones wanting to please and submit to me. I asked if the girls wanted to go and speak with some of the other subs. They said they would if Lady Hilda had no objections. She just flicked her hand as if she couldn't be bothered with them.
After they ran off, I turned to Hilda and asked what was wrong. She looked at me as if I had grown horns out the top of my head. She may still command a room when she enters but I can read people and I saw something was... off.
"Damn you. Are you always so observant?" She finally asked.
"Call it an occupational hazard. Now tell me what's bothering you?"
"Just between you and me?"
"Of course." I replied.
"Truthfully, I don't know what's wrong. I'm lonely, I'm horny as hell and yet sex just doesn't seem to matter to me as much."
I thought quietly for a few minutes before I started to ask questions. "Have you been experiencing mood swings lately?"
She looked at me and growled out a yes.
"Night sweats?"
She looked at me questioningly but nodded yes.
"The next couple of questions are going to be rather personal. If you don't want to answer I'll understand. Sleeping problems?"
"Yes."
"Hot Flashes?"
"Oh hell. How do you know?"
"One more question. Have your periods changed lately?"
