CHAPTER NINE
Soft kisses woke me.
I opened my eyes and focused on Arlene.
"Are you going to torture me some more?" I asked.
She giggled softly and said, "no my love, that's over, but we have you restrained until you hear us out."
My mouth was dry so I said, "may I have a drink? Something that won't knock me out?"
She giggled again and held a straw to my lips. It seemed to be Coke but I didn't care. I was parched.
"Now David," Vivian said, "I think it's important that men have at least some understanding of what they are doing to us. Sometimes, as with Tommy, they decide that they prefer it. Somehow," and here she smiled at me, "I don't think that's the case with you."
"What," I started, cleared my throat, and tried again.
"What did you do to me? How did you do that?" I asked.
"The tea I gave you at first had a compound a doctor friend and I have worked up over the years," she said, "especially for men. Your hormones were working overtime, your libido was raised, your inhibitions lowered, and your recovery time was," and she giggled here, "dramatically reduced."
"The first time," she went on, "in my throat was purely you and me although the drugs made you come harder and more than you ever did before and, well, I do flatter myself that I have some skills."
"The second and third times though," she went on, "required electronics. The agony in your cock and balls," she smiled again, "which, I might add, are very nice, was caused by electrical stimulation, sort of a high powered version of the TENS devices physical therapists use to stimulate muscles. And your super ejaculation, sort of your equivalent of how you make Arlene 'squirt' was a very light trickle of electricity delivered directly to your prostate. You didn't even notice the wire up your ass what with all that was going on."
"More drink please," I managed when she paused and Arlene put that straw to my lips again.
"And the paddle was, of course, a paddle although your release was another direct stimulation to your prostate," she finished.
"And Arlene being here?" I said.
Arlene answered that one.
"David," she said, smiling at me, "you never could lie to me and you should know that. Even if Vivian hadn't called me and told me where you would be today I would have known your bullshit story about some meeting was, well, bullshit."
"She told you?" I managed.
Vivian said, "David, girls need to stick together, especially when we put ourselves in a man's hands."
When I didn't say anything she stepped closer, leaned down, and kissed me very lightly on the lips.
"Now David," she said, holding my eyes, "do I have your word that when I remove these restraints you won't do anything violent?"
I held her eyes for a few seconds and then relaxed and actually managed a smile.
"Well?" she said.
"You have my word," I said, and I meant it.
She undid the heavy leather restraints on my wrists, kissed me again, and stood back.
I stood, a bit wobbly at first, but got myself together and crooked my finger at Arlene.
She came to me, smiling.
I kissed her, gently.
"I love you," I said.
"And I love you," she said.
"And you still want all of this," I said.
"David, I give you my consent and hold nothing back. But if you're asking, well, yes, I want all of it," she said.
I walked the few steps to the table where Vivian sat and took a seat.
"Okay, Sensei," I said, chuckling, "what next."
She grinned and called out, "Thomas, come in here please."
With his clothes on, Tommy looked like a portly executive, maybe a bank president.
"Before I actually arrange for your bride to be a prostitute you need to be certain you can handle it," Vivian said.
"And what?" I asked, past being mad now, more curious.
"You'll get to watch her in action," she said.
She stood and offered me her hand so I stood too.
And it hit me that I was the only one naked of our foursome.
"Arlene," she said, "you know what to do. Tommy, you're with us."
She took my hand and led me down a hall. Damn, this was a big place.
She led me to a bar where a pretty woman stood behind the bar, had me sit in a booth, and went up to the bar.
She came back with a large glass of a red wine and a large mug of beer for me.
"One of the perks of owning an old dude ranch is all of these wonderful facilities," she said.
"Ummmm," I said, "is that one of your girls?"
"Yep," she said, "it's not exactly a brothel. Rather, we, well, let's say we arrange dates and let nature take its course."
Tommy left us, went in, took a seat at the bar, and started talking to the bartender.
"Arlene tells me that she has been absolutely faithful to you David," Vivian said, breaking my fascination with the scene that was unfolding, "and that beside you there have only been two men she has shared a bed with. Did you know that?"
"She told me," I replied, "and I believe her."
"And what of you David?" she said, doing the one eyebrow-arched thing, "have you been faithful?"
I smiled.
"I have," I said, "well, except for earlier today with you."
"And yet you're willing to have me arrange dates for her?" she asked.
"Yes," I said without hesitation, but then had t add, "or at least I think so."
I turned slightly, giving her my full attention.
"Vivian," I said, "this new Life started kind of accidentally for us. I spanked her for flirting and I'm not sure who was more surprised when she came. Then I found the Dungeon Diner and met you and, well, we're both interested in exploring all of this and I do mean ALL of this."
"Hell," I said after a few seconds, "I'm not even mad about what you guys did to me."
She smiled and said, "good."
"Well," she said, "here we go."
Arlene walked in and there was absolutely no doubt that she was a hooker. She was in a long, flowing pants suit, had added eye makeup, piled her hair up, and had higher heels than I had ever seen her in on her feet. The pants suit was closed at the throat and navel and open in between and there was no doubt that she had shed her bra.
I watched, fascinated, as she approached Tommy.
She was exuding sex as I had never seen her do with her walk and her back arched and her boobs swaying.
I couldn't hear the conversation but when she walked up to Tommy, laid her hand on his arm, leaned close, and started talking there was no doubt that she was doing some variation on the old "buy a girl a drink" come on.
"Oh my," Vivian breathed, watching that little act play out, her hand lightly caressing my arm, "she is a natural whore, isn't she."
I didn't say anything, I was fascinated by just watching.
The bartender brought over a tall drink, I couldn't tell what, and she climbed onto the barstool next to Tommy, sipping at her drink through the straw, making a production of her lips doing it, and listening to him as if he was saying the most interesting things in the world.
Vivian's hand found my thigh and rested there and she said, "Oh David, we're going to make lots of money on her."
I was surprised to find myself erect after what had happened earlier.
We watched for maybe 10 minutes and then Tommy got off of his barstool and, in a very gentlemanly way, helped Arlene down.
As they left I started to get up but Vivian's hand held me still.
"Wait a minute David," she said, "and don't worry, we won't miss anything."
