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Chapter 13

Jenny lived near the main shopping district in Stratford. Helena could walk to it easily. It was January, the holidays were in the past and the weather was frosty.

Rob pressed the button of the door bell and Jenny opened the door almost immediately. Helena kissed Jenny, gave her a bunch of flowers they'd bought on impulse while driving to her place. Rob was in doubt as to what he should do. Should he kiss her? Jenny decided for him, she grabbed him and pressed her lips on his.

"Hi Rob. I'm so glad you're here. Finally we can talk." She took his arm and practically dragged him inside. Helena followed more slowly, looking about. Her first visit, just a week ago, was a blur. She'd been in such distress she had no memory of what Jenny's place looked like. The décor was very feminine; it was obvious she was living alone. The terraced house was narrow and didn't seem large, but it felt like a real home, warm and tastefully decorated.

Jenny left to bring coffee. Helena followed her into the kitchen. She returned with the flowers in a vase that she placed on a cabinet to the side. A framed photo was lying face down on the cabinet. Tilting it upright, she discovered it was down on purpose: the photo was Jenny and Rob's wedding. Even now, she still has feelings for Rob, Helena realized. When Jenny came in with the freshly made coffee, they sat. Helena thanked Jenny for helping her find Rose, confirming where she'd found Rob. Before finishing her coffee, Helena said she had some last-minute shopping to do, she'd leave them alone and be back in less than an hour. After Helena left there was a moment of silence.

Jenny felt the need to get a conversation started. "You'll be very lucky to have Helena as your wife."

"Yes, I will. Still, we have our quarrels, but until now we've been able to make up." Rob looked down.

"You sound as if you have problems. I thought you were happy?"

"I am very happy with Helena. But you know all about my experience with Marion. The two of them, Helena and Marion, are inseparable. Now, Helena is becoming a Mistress, too. Helena is fine on her own, more than one mistress in the house gives me worry, but Marion scares me on her own merits."

Jenny grinned. "Come on, Rob. It's what you always fantasized. I know, I've seen your favorite websites."

"Fantasy and reality are two very different things. Anyway, there's another reason I must talk with you. I was asking myself if I still would feel anger when I was with you, face to face. I must admit, the answer is no, no anger any more.

"Jenny, just one question bothers me. Why did you wait all those years to come out? You could have told me much earlier you wanted to be with women rather than men. I don't understand. I can't get past the feeling we wasted a lot of time, both of us. Well, I didn't think it wasted. But if you were so unhappy with me, why linger on?"

"Rob. I wasn't unhappy with you. On the contrary, we were good together. The problem was my need for women started to grow. It just became an obsession over time. You were so sweet, so trusting, I had a lot of space. I had the chance to go out with women. I could have affairs with some. I did this time and again and it was great, as I had found my true self. But I also felt guilty about you. No matter how you feel now, I knew what pain it would cause you if I told you. So I didn't leave you, at the cost of a bad mood. You must have seen me, angry one day, depressed the next. I blamed you for wasting my time. Looking back, I understand I had only myself to blame.

"Then, at Marion's place, things changed. That pointless game brought me to anger. I was so angry with you, Rob. Now I can say it was nothing you did. But in the moment I had this terrible impulse to take revenge on you. You didn't deserve it. You had done nothing to earn such a treatment. I regretted it so quickly. I've wanted to apologize, but I didn't dare try to face you. I know your temper, I saw your anger when I came to pick up my things, I knew words would be in vain at that point. Then I tried to write you a letter but in the end I couldn't write how I felt. I felt guilty as hell, but I couldn't help myself either. I thought we never could be friends again. But now you're here..."

Rob's looked confused and frustrated, he still didn't understand. "But why did you stay with me? That is what I really want to know and you haven't given me an answer."

"Don't you get it? Because I loved you! Rob, dear, I still love you, but it's - it's different now. I wanted to sleep with women. When you dressed as a woman, it was almost the same. That held me to you all these years. Because you could almost be a woman, you were gentle, sexy and above all, not the typical guy. You were fun to live with you, in your own way. And who knows what could have happened if Helena hadn't shown up..." The words were left hanging in the air.

Suddenly Rob felt great compassion for his ex-wife. She was a victim of her own character, divided between women she lusted for and a husband she loved.

"I think I understand. The bad scene at Marion's place was just out of frustration. Tell me, are you living with a woman now? I recognize some of your old belongings. I've heard Holly doesn't live with you any more. "

"No. I'm alone at the moment. I've had several affairs, but it seems I'm divided between two worlds. After a time I get enough of women, all the jealousy and talk and well, you know how some women can be. Then I miss your strong arms around me, no woman can hold me like you do. So, I'm not dating now. I hook up once in a while, but no relationship." She chuckled. "I put more time into my work so I'm earning better. I'm happy enough."

"God, what a mess we've made." He moved over to her, put his arms around her. "Jenny, I still love you too. We can't get back together, we both understand the barriers." He sat back, Jenny saw his eyes were moist from the emotion of the moment. "Listen, I truly want you to be happy. Please come to me any time you need to feel strong arms around you."

Jenny reached out to take his hand. "So, why the visit now, in a bit of a rush?"

"We're here to invite you to attend our private party, which is to be Saturday next; I have your invitation here." Jenny reached for the envelope, but Rob held it in his hands, not yet giving it over yet.

"Wait a moment, Jenny. There's more. You know I am to marry Helena." Jenny nodded, she knew.

"Saturday is the engagement party. I shall be dressed as a bride for the party, same as Helena. We'll also make a commitment to Marion."

Jenny started to laugh. "You're kidding me!"

"I'm very serious Jenny. The bride thing is of course kinky and fun, but we shall sign legal contracts, Marion will be living officially with us and she's getting lots of rights. They intend Marion, not Helena, will become my Mistress."

"Do you want this Rob? Can you handle these women?"

"That's the barrier. I simply will not accept Marion as my mistress. You were there, you might even have seen the anger on her face as she whipped me. That experience, Marion's and mine, goes unresolved."

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

Rob wished he could be as certain. He saw no reason to argue the point with Jenny.

They went on to catch up with what they'd been doing in the last year. Jenny wanted to know how Rose was, they hadn't seen each other in years. Jenny asked more about Helena, her house, their friends.

"There is more between the engagement and the wedding," Rob told her. "Two more women plan to live with us. In time they will get a contract too, meaning I'll be living with four women. Three of the four are dominas."

Now Jenny started to laugh heartily. The tears flowed over her cheeks from laughing, Rob laughed too; although it wasn't heartily. He knew she didn't mean it badly.

"You have everything you've always wanted. Four women! Are you sure you don't want a fifth? I could help, you know. All those hot bodies..." Again she started to laugh.

When Helena came back from her shopping trip, she found them smiling and in a good mood. Rob told her what started them laughing. "I'll live with four women, but don't worry, only three are dommes."

Helena couldn't do anything but laugh with them. She decided against showing Rob his new lingerie in front of Jenny; who appeared to be more sympathetic than Helena expected. Jenny received her invitation and said she'd be happy to follow the dress code.

"May I stay overnight Helena? I see there will be only women at the party. Maybe I'll get lucky." She gave Helena a smile. Rob saw her do something he'd seen Helena do, she licked her lips like a hungry animal.

When they left, it was as old friends. Rob hugged Jenny, she kissed him on a cheek, then full on his mouth. "I've missed you. I am glad we can be friends again."

She also hugged Helena. "You're a lucky woman," she said. "Take good care of our boy, he's special."

Jenny walked with them to their car. As Rob drove away, Helena told him Jenny kept waving until they were out of sight.

"She still loves you, Rob."

"Yes, she said just that. I love her too, Helena, but Jenny and I understand we'll never again be a couple." He paused in thought. "I feel a bit sorry for her. She's the kind of woman who could benefit from being in your circle."

Chapter 14

It would take much work from Rob to get the playroom ready before the engagement party. His attention went first to the examining room. With its tiled floor and walls it looked cold and clinical, not at all inviting. The first feature of the examining room was a chair too much like Marion's. As he bolted it to the floor, Rob could not get past the impression he'd been in that very chair. Cupboards and open shelves had other equipment. It kind of scared Rob, although he knew a lot of what could be seen was displayed just for effect.

The classroom consisted of two benches and a front desk. The teacher would have the desk in front, the benches were large enough for adults to sit upon. A whiteboard hung on the wall. Canes in several sizes were standing in a basket, a punishment bench was located in one corner and a stool with dunce cap in another. Hooks on the wall, which might have been used to hang up students' coats in a real classroom, were stout enough for tying someone up.

The dungeon proper required a majority of the work. The contractors had followed Rob's instruction putting in the electrical service for the trolleys and rails where the equipment had a powered lift. They might have asked themselves what all the wiring was for, but they installed it. Rob put up the overhead rails suitable for both moving heavier items from place to place and supporting something in place to be used. The X-cross was erected at the center of the long wall, suspended by chain from a rail above far enough out from the wall to allow activities all around it. he whipping bench was placed between the X-cross and the entry.

The frame and bed were located in a corner opposite the bench, furthest from the door. The frame was suspended from a track reaching all the way across the center of the room. One end of the rail reached over the bed. The floor under the bed was tiled and the bed was covered with PVC sheets. The mistresses might want to do something messy so they made choices to simplify cleaning up.

The hardest job for Rob was mounting the wheel on the wall opposite the X-cross. Twelve holes had to be drilled to secure the plate holding the spindle. When it was done, Rob needed everyone's help and two chain lifts to mount the heavy, leather covered wheel in place. Of course Marion wanted to test the wheel immediately by fastening Rob to it. He declined, saying he had more work to do.

He installed a rack near the shorter wall opposite the entry. It looked like a ladder, pivoting in its center. Someone tied to it could easily be turned in any orientation. The Mistress could reach beneath the rack and fix all kinds of articles to the suspended victim. A very simple, but ingenuous device.

The last device was a large table beside the wall opposite the X-cross. Built from simple but sturdy oak, it had cuffs and bands attached. To Rob it looked pretty uncomfortable.

Rob had been quite insistent the playroom would not have a pillory. He reasoned if it was not present, it could not be used on him. Once he began to object to the idea he could see Marion wanted nothing more than to have him in one. Fortunately, Cathy had also advised against it, but not before Rob had decided how to arrange it so he could break out if necessary.

After a week of work, Rob thought everything had been completed.

The lighting had been installed in zones, with dimmers. Control panels by the door and in the lounge area permitted the lighting be changed from either location. The lighting included a few spotlights directed on the major equipment. There was also a computer with sound and video control. Any kind of music could be brought into the room, playing soft or loud at the whim of those present. Rob installed four video cameras fixed to the wall, with the computer collecting the images and a large screen near the couches in addition to the monitor.

The lounge had a small bar with a sink, refrigerator and cabinets. The lounge featured two couches, several upholstered chair with plenty of side tables. A dozen people could sit in comfort to watch whatever was presented on the big-screen television.

The evening before he completed the installations, Rob sent an e-mail to all four women with his revised list of limitations. The list had doubled in size; Rob had added specific consequences to violating many of his limits and a clause setting more consequences should a mistress violate his limits more than a few times, all the way up to severing the relationship between himself and the violator. Helena and Marion understood they were to sign it during the ceremony at Saturday's party. Rob made it clear he would refuse to sign the prenuptial agreement without his limits being signed first.

When he returned from taking his dogs out Friday morning, Helena and Marion were sitting at the kitchen table, each had a mug of coffee and a piece of freshly baked bread. Rob was hungry, he greeted them with a kiss each. Collecting coffee, bread and marmalade, he sat at the table.

"We have things to do today. We must check out our new fitness equipment." Helena used this term because the cook was still in the kitchen.

An hour later they were downstairs. "Shall we do it in style? I brought down some things." Marion gave Rob her usual wicked smile.

"I had the same idea this morning, my gear is next to yours." Helena laughed about having the same idea.

Rob suddenly felt uneasy. He'd come to recognize events which fell together too neatly were not accidental. "What do you want from me?"

Marion took charge, confirming Rob's expectation. "Go to the classroom, undress, put on the clothes laid out for you there. You must not be present whilst we change ourselves into our Mistress outfits, close the door when you enter and wait for us."

It seemed to Rob they had thought about this, planning in advance to test the equipment in proper style, just the three of them, their own little private party. He decided to go along. They did need to check all the equipment. He had his safeword. At the party, with many guests visiting, everything had to be working - and safe.

As soon as he was in the classroom, though, he became uneasy. On top of the bundle of lingerie there was a red wig. Were they really thinking he would wear it? He thought about the party. Perhaps she was going to require him to wear a wig. Maybe this was just to see if the wig would fit him.

He undressed and put on the inevitable suspender belt and sheer stockings. A matching bra and black leather ankle boots followed. And then the wig; he placed it carefully on his head, its hair brushing his shoulders. The hair on the front seemed to partially cover his eyes. Rob wondered if Helena had made this choice intentionally.

When he was ready, he sat on one of the benches. Immediately he felt something was wrong, the bench wasn't secured to the floor and could tip. He stood and checked the other bench. He started a things-to-do list on the white-board, first entry securing the one loose bench in the classroom floor.

As he wrote, the door opened and Marion and Helena came in. When he looked at them, his eyes widened and he felt a chill. It seemed to him they were wearing the same outfits as that night in his attic. It appeared they were also testing him. Black thigh high boots, long stockings attached to a waist-cinchers, open breast bras, gloves that reached above the elbow. Both were heavily made up.

He opened his mouth to use his safeword, but immediately was cut off by Helena: "Rob, nothing will happen. Don't use your safeword. All we'll do is test the equipment. We dressed this way so we can be accustomed to the way we'll be dressed during the demonstrations. You're to wear what you have on for the party tomorrow, with a maids' uniform over it."

She gave him a smile. "The wig suits you by the way. We looked a long time to find just the right wig, one with long bangs, but also would look natural on you. I think we succeeded."

Marion agreed and they both stepped forward to closely inspect his face.

"I think we'll ask Carmen to apply some make-up, eye shadow and a touch of lipstick will do nicely," Helena said.

"False eyelashes, too, wouldn't you say?" Marion added with a smile.

"Yes, absolutely. Good idea, love." Helena kissed Marion and she kissed her back, they were very pleased with themselves. Helena walked to the white-board and wrote, "false eyelashes," beside Rob's note.

Marion led him by the hand to the teacher's desk. "The next room will be more interesting." Helena disappeared into the examining room. Marion gave his naked bum a pinch, making Rob jump and looked askance at her. She smiled innocently. "We shall have so much fun together in the future."

They entered the examining room to see Helena pushing at the chair, confirming it was fastened to the floor. With a gesture she directed Rob to sit in the chair. With his legs on the supports and arms on the armrests, Helena clicked the restraints in place. There were eight in total, his upper arms, his wrists, his thighs and his ankles.

Helena noticed Rob trying, without success, to get out and asked if the bonds were too tight. "There is some adjustment available."

"No, it's okay. I was just assuring it was secure."

Helena reached behind Rob and whole chair tipped slowly backwards. Rob let his head drop back to a headrest. His legs went up and he felt very exposed. Helena moved the leg supports further apart. Marion and Helena could literally look into his bum.

"I find this a little scary," Rob told them.

Marion answered in a soft voice as she slid out the panel further exposing his bum. "Now you know what we must endure when we're at the doctor and he has to examine us down there." She opened the cabinet over Rob's head, took out a blindfold and quickly turned to cover his eyes.

"Hey, what's this?"

It was Helena who answered as Marion finished covering his eyes. "We've a little surprise. We want to know if the surprise can be quickly mounted to this chair, there are measurements to take. We'll use it on you, briefly, just confirming everything is functioning. Have no fear. I expect this chair will be quite popular tomorrow."

Rob heard the sound of a trolley moving. The chair seemed to go down, then Rob heard a few clicks from below him. He felt fingers grease his arse and he knew: he was to be fucked.

He felt something cold against his arse, then he felt himself being spread by a small dildo slowly entering his hole. He heard a soft humming and the dildo advanced into him quite slowly. He thought he couldn't stand the dildo going any deeper, he was ready to safeword, but just then it reversed direction and went back out again. It stopped, the head was still in his arse when Helena removed his blindfold.