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The Domain
By
Krag Thunnarsson
He appeared to everyone who knew him, to be an ordinary looking man of about forty years of age, with the body of a man who tried to take good care of himself. But, once people knew him better, they came to discover that inside of this man burned a fire of unknown origin and power. Frey Johnson was this man and his past was just as much a mystery as the feeling of power that surrounded him. He stood six feet tall with light blonde hair and dark brown eyes. A long dark blonde mustache completed his appearance.
His business catered to the very rich and their need for more excitement in their lives. Frey procured for these very rich customers, games of sport and challenges not available to the average person. As to his private life, not much was known since he was a very reclusive man. Frey never participating in the games and other things that he provided for his clients.
His residence was located in the mountains of northern Arizona, about an hour outside of Flagstaff. Situated on a tract of land measuring five miles by five miles. It also contained a lake, an eighteen-hole golf course and a race track for his collection of sports cars. The house was designed and built by him, and included many of the things that his clients enjoyed. His favorite room in his house was his den. This room included a section for his guitars. A wall full of leather books most of which were old and rare first editions on the history of war. The final two walls were taken up with knick knacks collected over the years of travel and business.
His desk was a very large roll top with many drawers of varying size and shape with a computer built into the desk. On one side of the desk his collections of pipes took up residence. Frey sat at his desk smoking his favorite Mercham pipe and watching the giant screen television set in the opposite wall from his book case. A baseball was on. The two teams were tied going into the final inning of play. As the home team took their last chance to win the game the phone rang. Frey chose not to answer the ringing but instead waited for the answering machine to pick up the call. After the greeting had played, the calling party started to leave their message Frey listened with half interest as the party began his message.
"Mr. Johnson, your name was given to me by a mutual friend. Mr. R said if I needed something in particular that may be hard to find, I should try and see if you could help me get it. I am prepared to meet your price for procurement of this item. Please call me at you earliest convenience. My name is Mr. Q and my number is... "
After the number and area code was given, the caller hung up and the answering machine stopped recording. Frey chose not to call Mr. Q back until the end of the game and after he had a chance to have dinner and another pipe.
After finishing dinner and lighting up a Peterson, Frey decided to call Mr. Q back and see exactly what he needed or wanted. After dialing the number, Frey waited for the phone to be answered. Three rings into the phone call the other side was picked up and a cultured English voice said, "You have reached Mr. Q's private line, may I ask who is calling?"
"This is Mr. Johnson returning a call I received from Mr. Q earlier today."
"Just one moment please," responded the English voice.
The same voice as the earlier call to Frey, answered the phone and said, "I was so hoping that you would call tonight, thank you."
"Mr. Q, how may I help you?"
"I was told by Mr. R. that you can procure very special items for those who can afford them. I was also told that I can expect complete secrecy and discretion."
"Yes, I have made my reputation by being very careful and very good at what I do. The fact that Mr. R. gave you my name and number tells me you know that I am capable of many things. I must call Mr. R. and confirm that he gave you my name and number, I hope that it does not offend you."
"No, I was told that you screen your clients very carefully."
"Good then I will get back to you just as soon as I have called our mutual friend. In the mean time please remember that my prices are never open for negotiation."
After hanging up the phone Frey called Mr. R. and asked him if he had given his name and number to a Mr. Q. Having confirmed that he had indeed done this, Frey called Mr. Q. back and asked him what he wanted. After getting the information, Frey set a price of five million dollars and told the client that he could expect delivery in two weeks at a place set by Frey.
The money to be wired to a numbered Swiss bank account one day prior to delivery.
The nature of the request was not a new one to Frey not one he really enjoyed. Some of his clients merely asked for the chance to hunt endangered species or the chance to do something very dangerous and illegal, all for the thrill of it. Mr. Q's request was not any of these, but still illegal. Frey turned on his computer and began to make his plans. A detailed list of requirements was first to appear on the screen. Selecting only needed items, Frey ordered a hard copy. Then, he decided to go up to bed.
On his way to bed, Frey decided that he might need some company. Which of the seven female slaves which would be allow to sleep with him tonight? Thinking about the choices for a few seconds, he chose Ginger. Reaching the door behind which Ginger was kept, he keyed in the code that would let him into the set of rooms in which Ginger lived. Entering the room he saw her sitting on the dark red couch in the corner by the large bay window looking out onto the center court gardens. As the door whispered closed, Ginger looked up and saw Frey standing in the room with a smile on his face.
Ginger immediately sprang from the couch and ran to Frey. As she got to within four feet of him, she dropped to her knees and asked, "Master, may I serve you tonight?" Ginger was five feet four inches tall with long blonde hair. Her body was fit and trim and showed the fact that she worked out often. Her breasts were large and very firm, with a small waist and well proportioned hips and thighs. She was clothed in a black lace merry widow with matching crotchless panties and thigh high stockings. The color set off her hair and blue eyes very nicely. The only other piece of clothing she wore was a small black leather collar around her neck with a small pad lock in the back.
"Yes, tonight I feel the need for your special talents." With that, she moved her hair out of the way and waited for the leash to be attached. Frey walked to the small cabinet by the closet door and retrieved a long black leash and locked the cabinet. As he attached the leash he said, "I believe that we will be more comfortable in the master bedroom tonight." With a slight tug on the leash, Ginger jumped to her feet and followed Frey out of her rooms and up the stairs to the master bedroom. Walking just one pace in front of Frey she was conscious of the fact that he was looking at her ass and she knew that he meant to use her well tonight.
As the pair reached the master bedroom, Frey keyed in his special number that opened the lock to his private rooms. The door swung open and revealed a very sumptuous sitting room with black leather furniture and solid oak tables. To the left was a set of double doors made of Lebanese cedar. To the right was a single door made of North American Cedar. Frey pointed Ginger toward the single door. As Frey reached the door, he took a special key in the shape of a hammer from around his neck. Fitting the key into the lock and turning to the right, the lock opened. He pushed the door handle down and pushed the door open. Ginger entered the room and knelt on the small black carpet just inside the door and waited for Frey to secure the door.
As one looked from left to right around the room various pieces of furniture and closets revealed themselves. The first piece of furniture was a cabinet made of black walnut with a small silver handle on each door. The next piece was a set of stocks about three feet off the floor. A Saint Andrew's was situated by itself near one wall. A table covered in black leather was situated in the center of the room. With various straps, holes, rings, and extensions attached, the table looked very sinister. The last wall was taken up with a large number of ropes, chains, leather garments, whips, straps and other items used by a master on his slaves. The final piece of equipment was a sophisticated video system with three monitors and four cameras mounted around the room.
