The last few years have been a tumultuous ride as I begin to look at growing older. I suppose it's time I pass on some wisdom, perhaps, but frankly, passing on some stories of adventures seems just as profound to me! But these are not stories of mountain climbing or travels, unless you count explorations of kink to be 'travels'!
Inheriting money changes everything. Overnight, I went from 'starving' to 'retired early' - in a few days, really - and 'retired' enough for any twenty well-off people.
It took no time to decide that it would be an excellent point in life to indulge my wildest sexual fantasies! (Hey! You only go 'round one time, right!?) Knowing that my wife would never be able to follow on my dark and twisted path, and not wanting to shatter that normal part of my life (or hers) I resolved on an elaborate plan to keep my playtime separated from my life with her. This was not cheating to me (I love my wife and have no plan to leave her) - this was going to be masturbating on a grand scale as far as I was concerned... just not alone!
First, I had to have private affairs - a place to indulge my fantasies in real life away from home. My wife had no idea what I did with my money so paying for what I wanted was no problem. With the help of a lawyer I set up a series of companies and trusts that fully shielded all my dealings, including offshore entities. With these companies I hired personal assistants and rattled off a grand list of quite kinky and twisted things to-do.
One of the top-level plans involved buying a pair of houses near each other across large back yards. These were upscale 'mini-mansions', each finished nicely. I'm sure the neighborhood must have thought the buyers mad, as I tore up the yard between the two houses in a major way for construction. I disguised my real purpose as much as I could by installing elaborate landscapes and pools... Both were enclosed in privacy fences and lush landscapes.
One house was left intact inside but the other was extensively modified to include a basement dungeon of epic proportion. The rooms were not grand in size but several rooms formed a grotto of comfort that led from one theme to another. Racks, tables, fuck-benches, wall-mounted restraints, cages and many 'toys' were 'standard equipment'. Upstairs I had the master suite deeply customized. Privacy being key, heavy curtains and soundproofing were part of the decor.
All nice - but lonely and empty! Thru a highly private approach, I found a perfect fit for some personal assistants in these matters and over a short bit of time managed to find a couple I thought would work out well. One, Marcus, would be key to recruiting and keeping matters private, as he would be the only person to know where my 'play house' was. All visitors would have to be shielded from this knowledge completely... Finding Marcus took time, as I had to have him deeply tested and checked.
I tasked Marcus with a list of requirements. I need a slut-pig or two. I need them to have special interests. I need some boy-toys and a dominatrix. No safe sex - everyone must be clean and drug free and ready for bareback fun!
Then the real 'work' of making fantasy become real began...
The first slut-pig to pass my tight recruitment standards - molly - was prepared, tested and found acceptable. I had set up an untraceable phone connection with a second chip and felt safe to personally control her at any time. During my normal day - which I spent at an office I had started, at the club, or anywhere else I thought of it - I could tantalize myself with directions to my slaves and get their clandestine responses. Using these phones allowed me to enjoy listening in or watching video in real time as I sent them through their days!
molly was the first cunt I really took a liking to and one early adventure serves as illustration: For this day she was carefully instructed by Marcus about everything from phone usage to appearance and behavior and told that after her regular work day she would be picked up by Marcus. As a slave, she was told to behave perfectly or face punishment. No safe word. She was introduced to my demerit system as well, where her transgressions would earn precise levels of punishment to fit the crime!
Her interviews and interviews with the dom who'd been training her revealed that she enjoyed being forced and dominated into being a slut. I immediately thought to direct her encounters remotely during the day and watch the results. These were seemingly random encounters, but in making these part of *my* fun, for instance, if she had sex outside my control she would be severely punished. I had no intention of lessening her sex menu! Quite the contrary - I intended that her diet of sex increase under my direction!
I love to sleep in late - always have - so Marcus got to initiate her day's routine. Her first instruction early in the morning was to shave - perfectly - and vibe herself to near orgasm (stopping to text Marcus at that stage). His response, as I read later, was "Good job, cunt. You are to open the smaller gift box and insert the plug in your ass. Text when done." When he got her 'i'm done, Sir' message, he texted "Now the larger box. You are to lock your slut pussy in the chastity belt enclosed and go about your day. You will receive instructions but don't text the Master or me during the day unless told to do so. You are not allowed to cum. You will be observed today so be a good cunt."
Her reply was quick to arrive. Her text code abbreviations showed she had learned at least some of what she would need.
At mid-morning, at a nice brunch, I sent "Go to the bathroom stalls and masturbate. Send me a phone photo of your protected pussy. You are not allowed to cum. You are also to take a bathroom break later and take a phone photo of yourself peeing through the device. Send photos of every assignment..."
Her photo came not long afterward with the message "i hope my Master is pleased!" and I replied "OK, cunt."
During the day I amused myself by arranging for her to masturbate twice more without orgasm and by supplying her a cock for an anonymous men's room blowjob in the office complex near where she worked.
Toward the end of the afternoon she reported to Marcus a need to shit but was not permitted to. She 'adjusted' to holding it in nicely. Her last duty of the day was for her to await Marcus as her training required. This whole day on her own was a test not only of her obedience but of my helpers and their training as she was observed and set up with men. All seemed to go without a hitch and her training Mistress, Sarah, seemed pleased. Marcus reported that evening that she had been delivered to Sarah's place in good shape.
At Sarah's bidding she was allowed to use the bathroom and Marcus got some nice photos of her giving partial blowjobs to Sarah's boytoys - without allowing anyone to cum. Sarah likes giving stripes, apparently, (I approve, of course), and meted out minor punishments. The boytoy who came without permission in molly's mouth, however, was severely punished and was bound and left behind when they left to join me late in the evening.
Marcus, Sarah, molly and two boytoys piled into the limo and Marcus brought them to the playhouse after midnight. I snuck out of the house without any problem. Marcus drove them in a limo van I had specially set up - it was blacked out to the people riding in the back. Only Marcus knew where the house was. His high-level security background was a definite plus as he demonstrated often. His 'black ops' skills came naturally to him and I knew he'd been a perfect recruit.
When I arrived downstairs the scene seemed inviting. molly knelt facing away from the door in a loose robe, hands in her lap with a collar on. The lighting was moody - nice. My drink was ready and soft music gave some quiet ambiance. Toys were laid out carefully on a side table. Sarah and the boytoys were discreetly in the other room, though I knew Sarah was having fun exploring the equipment. I heard their muffled voices and noises through the door.
I stood close behind molly and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes. "Hello, cunt. Nice to finally play with you in person! Stand, disrobe, and present."
She did so calmly, dropping her robe and properly sticking her ass out a bit, standing feet apart, hands folded at the small of her back. As I tied her wrists to her arms, I asked, "How do you feel about your day so far, cunt?"
"i hope that Master is pleased, and i am excited to be your cunt, Sir."
"I am well enough pleased so far and reports of your performance seem good, cunt. However, you have already earned a demerit for having the nerve to suggest out loud that your feelings - your opinions - count." As I said the last part I jerked her bonds tighter, and got her to grunt. This was a 'moment of truth' test in a way - I had asked her an opinion question but she is not permitted to have an opinion other than submitting to my needs! This contradiction has to be answered carefully by a good slave - and is a matter of some training. I expected this subtlety to escape her. In addition she had overlooked the simple lesson that she should not speak unless given exact commands, such as 'speak' or 'you may answer', etc.
