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Chapter 4
Candi gets help
After our anniversary Candi came out more and more often. I would come home to find the collar laying out. Her way of asking to play. It grew to the point that Candi would come out almost nightly. Even not for sex. I would have her put on an outfit and have a "normal" night at home. I would often leave her bound in some manner over night. Two hands to the top of the bed, or hand cuffs. Candi became found of having her hands cuffed behind her back, and sleeping with her head on my inner thigh. She said she just like being close to her masters cock. I did still make love to Jennifer. The slow expressive love making that expresses love instead of lust.
Jennifer got a job with an insurance company as an adjuster. This made her living off base when I was deployed over seas far easier. We tried to have a child. Sadly we had a miscarriage late term. Part of the complications did damage to her organs. The doctors told us that Jennifer would not be able to bear children of her own. We both were hit hard by this. Our sex life nearly stopped. We spent a lot more time cuddling and consoling each other.
In 2002 we got Jennifer a breast reduction. When she had gotten pregnant he breast swelled to double F in size. They stated to give her back problems. So I cashed in a couple of bonds and we had it done. After talking things over with Jennifer we decided to bring them all they way down to a full C cups.
Around this time as well Valerie got divorced and moved into town with her now 12 year old daughter Heather. Valerie's husband had become a drunkard. He was never home, and when he was he was useless. He lost his job and laid around on the couch drinking and watching T.V.. As far as I know, he is still on that couch to this day.
Both Jennifer and I spent a lot of time with Valerie and Heather. I think we were transfer our loss onto Heather as we became Uncle Ray and Aunt Jennifer. Heather was a joy of a child. Precocious was a good term for this little bundle of energy. I could also tell that in a few years she was going to be if not beautiful, at least very pretty.
In a lot of ways I give Valerie credit, again, for helping us with our relationship. It was her presence and support, as well of that of Heather, that got us over the loss we suffered. I do not know if it was the exuberance of a 12 year old, or the support of a dear friend that helped Jennifer feel sexy again. Jennifer and I started to make love more, and Candi came back as well. As we went shopping for new, properly fitting, outfits for Candi. That brought that side of her personality back to the forefront in the bed room.
IN 2005, Jennifer was sent to New Orleans to assist in filling claims for her company from Katrina. She fell in love with the area. So in 2006 when I re-upped for my last enlistment, I asked to be assigned to the New Orleans area. More I wanted to get the one last promotion to Master Gunny, thinking about my retirement pay. We actually ended up in Metairie Louisiana, and it's just west of New Orleans. While the rent was fairly high, due to the overpopulation of Metairie, the job market was booming. For example, McDonalds was hiring at $10 an hour to start.
It was not hard to talk Valerie into moving out to New Orleans. It also helped that Heather who was now 17 and in her last year of High School was thinking of going into nursing, or possibly a doctor. With Tulane Medical School there it could mean that we all got what we wanted.
We ended up in the same apartment complex, so the bond between us all became closer. It would not be uncommon to come home and find Jennifer and Heather doing nails and having girl talk. Or to go find Jennifer over at Valerie's making dinner for all of us.
Looking back on it I realize that those dinners seemed to always fall on nights when Heather was going out with a new boy. With the blossoming young woman she was becoming she had her fair share of company. I think the reason I was there was to make the intimidating presence of the father/protector felt. Valerie always seemed to mention I was a Marine on those nights to the new suitor of her daughter. I thought at the time it did factor in to the seemingly short life span of boyfriends.
It was a Friday night when events took an unexpected turn. I knew something was up when I walked in and Jennifer and Valerie stopped talking. As if I had caught them talking about something mid sentence. Jennifer got up and gave me my welcome home kiss. "Go take a shower then come back, we have something we need to discuss with you."
While in the shower my mind raced with what it cold possibly be. A loan? No, I thought things were going ok for Valerie. From what I had gathered she was even managing to save a little now. Was Heather in trouble? No, that would not wait until after a shower. I came up with a couple more ideas that made less sense.
When I returned to the living room I one again got that same impression of a conversation cut off mid sentence. "Ok ladies, what's the deal?" After a short pause, Jennifer spoke first.
"Well, it's like this. Valerie has not had a man in her life for some time. The last time in fact, was in San Diego. That was more of a one night stand, and from what she says, one night was too much with that guy."
" I see..." I thought I knew where this was going. I started running though the rolodex in my head thinking of guys I knew who I could recommend for Valerie. Most of the good ones where spoken for. The rest I did not think I could safely suggest for more than a quick fix.
"I think the rest should come form Valerie"
Valerie took a big drink from her glass. She took a deep breath, and started on what had the feel of a prepared, or practiced speech.
"See it's like this. Jenn and I tell each other everything. So it wasn't too long before I found out about Candi. At first I was kinda shocked. I mean I could not see myself doing any of that. But then we talked more and she seemed so happy. It started me thinking. I started looking on line. I found some images. I found a couple of sites that had stories. I found that I was getting more turned on by the idea than I thought I would. I started having bondage fantasies, but the image I had in my head always came back to you."
"See Val here has been attracted to you from way back to the time when she came down to visit, and you two hung out at the bar. I started teasing her about it. About how she was thinking of you. Then it became serious."
So much for me thinking I knew what was going on. I had not seen this one coming at all. It did open the door to some intriguing possibilities. But to make it work, I was going to have to play it right.
"So let me make sure I understand all of this. You are horny, you are having bondage fantasies, and you want me to make them a reality."
"Well, yeah that's about right. I wanted you to know I was serious about this so I went out and I got this" She reached into her purse that was on the floor, and pulled out a wide leather collar with the name Sindy on it in silver letters. It looked almost identical to Candi's, but without the D ring. "Cindy was a girl we knew in high school, and we both thought that she was a little tramp. So we took a play on words. I.. I want to be Sindy for you."
I turned to Jennifer, "Is this O.K. with you? I mean you both hatched this plan together, but I want to hear it from you. Do I have your permission Jennifer, to take Valerie as Sindy?"
"I know you wont hurt her, I mean emotionally. I know you love her in your own way. I am just asking for you to express it differently now. I know you love me and won't leave me, so yes, I approve of this."
"Valerie, do you know the full extent of what I do to Candi? The humiliation, the dirty talk, the torture games we play? Are you willing to accept all of these things?"
"Yes she has told me everything, How Candi doesn't get to say I or mine and stuff. I do not see any scars on her, from the games, so I can take it if she can."
"If we are going to do this, there are going to be some rules. One, I am not going to cheat on my wife. So if Sindy wants to play Jennifer or Candi must be in the same apartment, and awake. Any other time we are just like we were. Just close friends. There will be no fondling, no kissing, no cuddling, no holding hands. Secondly, you will do not have to do everything I tell you. If you say "Terminator" I will stop what I am doing, and that will be that. However, if you ever do say the safety word, or refuse to follow a command, its over. I will never touch you again. No matter what you do or say I will not take you back. One refusal and we are done. Is that clear?"
She bit her lower lip while thinking it all over. When she turned to look at Jennifer for help, Jennifer just gave her a little nod of yes, and patted her knee to show support. She looked back at me, took a deep breath, "I understand, and yes I want this."
"Good, where is Heather, how much time do I have to break you in tonight?"
"She is over at Julie's tonight, I think you met her. And she will not come home until tomorrow afternoon."
"Good, now prove you are committed, put your slave collar on yourself."
Her hands were trembling slightly as she fumbled the buckle behind her neck, until it was finally in place. I looked at Jennifer, "Candi, go get your collar." When Jennifer got up I turned back to Sindy. "Strip, down to bra and panties." When Candi returned I leaned over and whispered in her ear what I wanted her to go change into.
When I turned back to Sindy I examined my new slave. At 5'4" Sindy was well proportioned. Her large B cup breasts sat well on her frame. Her dark red hair hung down to about mid back. This led to her shapely ass. It had a little sag in it from child birth, but still attractive. Her pale white skin was set off nicely by the matching set of flame red shelf bra, and French cut panties. She was thin, but not over thin. I could see her ribcage but not individual ribs. When I came back around to her face I looked into her brown eyes.
