Winning the lottery was the best thing that had ever happened to Jack Raines.
As he sat in the warm leather chair looking at the startling view before him, Jack though back over the past few years with a smile on his thin lips. He sat upright and poured another brandy from the crystal decanter on the desk beside him. Pausing to inhale the smooth liquor, he brought the glass to his lips and cast his mind back.
When his wife of 14 years had dropped the bombshell that she had been seeing another man Jack thought his life was going to crash around him. Indeed, that is exactly what happened. He remembered the blur of emotions, accusations, the bitter arguments, his demands, her refusals. He clearly recalled being summonsed into his boss's office after being late for the third day in a row, ready to explain that lack of sleep due to late night discussions with his wife were to blame. The rage when he walked in to see his wife in his boss's arms and the two burly security men "escorting" him from the premises throwing first Jack out the gate, then his last pay check stapled to two trespass orders; one for the place he had worked for 8 years, one for his home of 14 years.
Time had been a friend to Jack though. Sure, it hadn't been easy. The divorce courts had eventually allowed him a few thousand dollars while his wife was the beneficiary of everything else he had worked so hard for, for so long. Recovery took time and there had been plenty of dark moments. Then, slowly, moments of inspiration started to creep in. First there was the speculative investment in the transport company with his last thousand dollars. True to their word, $25,000 was deposited in his bank account 10 days later. He didn't ask too many questions. Then, while celebrating with his old friend Tony, another investment, this time $5000. Again, Jack's bank balance soared. Wisely he had not invested again with Tony, who was now serving a long prison sentence. To make sure he could never be associated with Tony, Jack had withdrawn the money in cash and closed the account. On leaving the bank Jack had made his best investment ever, one he was sure he would never beat. He stopped at a bookstore a few doors down from the bank and bought $100 of lottery tickets. One of the tickets had been the ticket of his dreams and Jack was an overnight multi-millionaire. The jackpot was one of the highest ever and the next few weeks were spent making investments to secure his future.
Money, however, hadn't been the only thing Jack had been occupied with after his divorce. 43 years old, single, rich and with education and street smarts in good measure, it was time for him to explore his deepest fantasies. Dark thoughts from his youth and earlier. Thoughts he had never even shared with his ex-wife or closest friends.
Jack had purchased the run-down factory on the quiet side of town which had made electrical connectors for years. The men wore blue bib overalls and the smells from the brick workshop were laced with metal and sweat. Generations of the town's blue-collar workers had been employed there, yet now it was run-down. Under-investment and poor management were slowly sending the business to its inevitable demise. Jack bought it for a song. Within two months, he had secured the first of three major contracts in the flourishing EV car industry. He employed good people and his now well-payed staff became innovative, loyal and passionate. Jack, however, cordoned off the old R&D lab behind the workshop. In this old building, Jack's new enterprise stayed quiet and hidden. This was his real passion. Jack employed the best craftsman he could find and the best equipment. All staff were sworn to absolute secrecy as part of their employment contracts. Holding companies and trusts were used to maintain the low profile Jack demanded. Manufacturing intimate jewellery, especially custom made, demanded privacy. Sure, it was a small enterprise compared to some of Jack's companies. But it was his vehicle to personal fulfilment.
The low grunting howl from the bound woman on the floor in front of him snapped Jack out of his thoughts. Rendered totally unable to move, the combination of the large dildo sliding rhythmically in and out of her tight ass, a ring of foaming juices where the motorised toy met her most intimate flesh and the prototype vibrating clitoris gripper (we must come up with a name for this, thought Jack), was far removed from that of the demure woman who had entered his office two hours earlier, eyes downcast and hands behind her back. The brilliant platinum "permanent" collar she wore left no doubt of her relationship status.
As Jack slid the motorised fucking machine back on its tracks and the dildo attachment fell from the woman's gaping ass with an audible "plop", to his delight, another orgasm seared through her body, the flesh on her buttocks, thighs and back quivering and contorting uncontrollably. This was the culmination of months of work in The Lab. Never again would this slave be able to hide her arousal or disguise her orgasms. Her sexuality would, from now on, be heightened to a level she could never have dreamed of thanks to the nipple rings and now, the clitoris clamp.
