Part 06: Exploration
Thomas and Diane had gone to New York to empty out Diane's apartment. She was boxing up some of her things and looking at the furniture and said. "Master, that bed is worthless, the dresser a piece of junk." She shook her head. "It wouldn't survive a trip down the stairs."
Thomas was piling boxes on a dolly and glanced at them. "Oh they're old, but should be OK."
"Master, I don't really want them anymore. I don't want most of this stuff." Diane admitted sitting on the bed. "I want a few things, but mostly I want to be home. I'm getting depressed here."
Thomas smiled and started to tug the Dolly out. "Keep packing, we'll talk about the furniture after we've loaded your clothes and belongings OK?"
"Yes Master." Diane said and looked at her old bed again. She'd gotten it from a sale shop in the neighborhood. She hated it when she got it, right after breaking up with Suzanne. She didn't really like her roommates, they were a couple, and Diane had always been the outsider.
Diane finished emptying the dresser and boxing the clothes. She wrote a note for her roomies, and then carried the last box of belongings down, loading them into a mini-van that she knew would hold everything she had. With room to spare. Eight boxes was all she had, eight boxes of stuff. It seemed to be hardly worth the trouble to move.
Thomas looked at her for a moment. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?"
"Yeah, I gave Chuck and Larry an address if they needed anything, or whatever." She said. "I just want to go home."
Thomas nodded and got in to drive her home. On the ride back through the slower daytime traffic of New York she stared out the window. "I was never happy here Master, I've always hated my life, and always wanted something else"
Thomas said. "It's hard to find what you're really meant to do. Sometimes, it finds you."
"Yes Master." She turned and looked at him. "Did you know I almost didn't go to the club that night? I was home depressed and just sitting staring at the TV. I went on a whim, a desperate need to go somewhere. I dressed up and went to the club. A group of five was going into the VIP and I fell in with them, crashing the gate. I'd done that a few times before, often enough that some in there had known me. If had had just stayed home eating ice cream, like I'd planned to, I'd still be in that tiny room in that crappy apartment being miserable."
"Instead, you have a tiny room in a big old house where we make you run around naked and spank you for misbehaving." Thomas said.
"Yes Master, and I'm grateful. I think the big difference is that I feel loved, and appreciated at the house. I think that with you, and the other Masters, I know what I'm supposed to do. I never was sure in the city." Diane said.
"Well, we're headed home." Thomas said. "Where you can get out of those clothes you keep pulling at like they're too tight."
"They are. I don't know how that happened. They fit, but they're too tight to wear." Diane said.
"I know." Thomas said. "You're adapting amazingly well to this lifestyle. Geneva's pushing hard too. You're both doing great."
Diane smiled and said. "I've got a lot left to do though haven't I?"
"Yes Diane, you do. You have cunt training, anal training, sleep training, more ballet, more oral arts, and a couple hundred hours of just kneeling and being present to serve Master. That gets you used to kneeling beside Master in a public or semi public environment." Thomas said.
"Anal training, Master Devon said it wouldn't hurt, and that I'd like it."
"You will." Thomas glanced at her. "If I'm right, you'll be begging for it you'll like it so much."
Diane smiled a bit sheepishly and said. "I'm not sure about that. I'm figuring I'm lucky if it doesn't kill me."
"Tried it before?"
"No Master, I've always been too scared."
"You'll spend days wearing a butt plug with us. This opens you up, gets you used to having something there. Then when you're sufficiently open, we'll take you for the first time. Not gently, slaves don't need gentleness, but we're not slamming a semi truck into a dock either."
Diane smiled. "That about describes the way a friend had it done."
"Then we'll give you days where you get no anal training, to give you time to relax and get used to the process. Our system has worked many times." Thomas said. "Tell you what, I'll get Jeannette, and show you an anal training day. I'll have her wearing the belt and plug all day and you can see how she reacts to it."
"Thank you Master." Diane said. "I don't want Jeannette to suffer for me."
"She won't. It's about time for her to get a refresher anyway." Thomas said. "Trust your Masters, they'll take care of you."
"I thought there would be more being tied up and stuff like that. The bondage part of it."
"Oh we'll get to that. Right now, we're focusing on your ability to serve master. We'll please you as a reward for that service later."
Diane smiled and said. "Patience and poise right Master?"
"Yes Slave Diane, just so."
They were turning off the interstate and headed towards the house as they passed Deputy Carter in her Honda sitting and stewing. She recognized Thomas and Diane in the mini van. She could see boxes in the back through the tinted glass. This was it, she had them now. She'd use Devon's invitation to get in, and then she'd see what was in the boxes, and prove they were smuggling something. Probably kiddie porn or something else really good.
Diane started her car and took off. She headed towards the entrance. She had only been waiting about twenty minutes, which was a shame thought Fate.
She got to the Gate and saw it was already closed with Thomas inside. She rolled her window down and said. "I'm Ann Clark, Devon invited me."
"One moment Miss Clark." The guard said smiling and then he dialed a phone.
Ann forced herself to be calm. There were a lot of boxes, and they couldn't have unloaded them all already. The gate opened and the guard waved her through. She headed up the drive and then her blood ran cold. The Sheriff's car was right there in front. Damn it to hell. The Sheriff and County Attorney were there too, at the top of the steps to the damn porch.
Ann knew she was truly and completely screwed now. She parked and got out of the car and stood there. Defiant and convinced she was morally justified.
The Sheriff walked to her slowly, obviously trying to contain his anger. He got to her and softly so no one else could hear began to speak. "Deputy Clark, as of this moment you're suspended pending administrative review."
Devon called from the Porch. "Ah, Ann. I'm glad you could make it. I wasn't aware that you were off today. Please, come on up."
