Weird Doc Marsden is weird because he has a timelooper and can change the past. He is also a member of The Society, a retired Grand Master, and a very kinki old man who has a story to tell David that will change his life.
This is Chapter One of Four chapters. This is either a Sci-Fi story woven through a BDSM story or a BDSM story woven through a Sci-Fi story. If you're a Sci-Fi geek who doesn't want the BDSM stuff, just skip through that to the Sci-Fi story. If you're a BDSM freak who doen't care about the Sci-Fi stuff, skip that and enjoy the BDSM portions. The BDSM portions stand more or less on their own, but the Sci-Fi story is in four parts that only make sense if you have read the chapters in sequence.
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CHAPTER ONE - The Marsden Mansion
David DeAngelo walked slowly into the elaborately-restored ballroom of the Marsden Mansion. Doctor Victor Marsden was very rich and more than a little eccentric-- though some people would use the word kinky rather than eccentric. Rumors of his parties had swirled around the small town of Pattersonville for the sixty years he had owned Marsden Mansion, once called the Patterson Estate.
The Pattersons founded a town around their mill in the late 1800's and named it after themselves. They soon became immensely wealthy. The second generation built a huge country estate back in the 1920's. The roaring twenties were an era when rich people showed off their money. It was also an era built on inflated property and stock values. The Pattersons went bust in the crash of '29 and the estate fell into ruin.
The bank foreclosed on the property, divided the manor house into small apartments, and leased out the surrounding land to local farmers. It remained that way until Victor Marsden won big in Vegas and then doubled or even tripled that money in the stock market. With his new-found wealth, he bought the estate and began to restore it. Through the years, he continued to restore the manor house as he steadily increased his fortune in the stock market. Also along the way, he got a doctorate in Paleontology and personally sponsored many digs throughout the world. His many finds made him well known and highly respected throughout the world, but around Pattersonville he remains just "Crazy Doc Marsden," the weird rich guy who throws some of the wildest parties in the world.
David didn't know why he was invited to a party at the Marsden Mansion. He would have assumed it was totally a mistake if the invitation hadn't been hand-delivered by one of Doctor Marsden's personal staff. David tried to turn down the invitation. "I'm an introverted geek," he said. "Why would Doc Marsden want me at his party?"
When that didn't seem to faze the messenger, he continued, "I'm not that great with girls. I don't understand the subtle signals that girls are always giving off. I mean, how am I supposed to know that red high heels or high heels with red bottom soles are supposed to mean 'I'm horny.'? Or that a gray scarf tied on the left side means you are looking for someone to tie you up? The only thing that I know for sure is that I don't fit in with the people who come to these parties."
The messenger listened politely and then said firmly, "It is a semi-formal party. Dress appropriately. A car will pick you up at 8:45 Friday night. Be ready."
David just swallowed hard and said, "OK." The messenger smiled at him, turned, and left.
The car arrived exactly on time. David had been ready for over an hour. Before that, he had spent an hour and a half putting on and taking off almost every piece of clothing that he owned. "What is semi-formal?" he shouted in frustration as he threw his last pair of pants onto the pile on his bed. Finally he decided that he would dress like some of his heros in the tech world. When his ride arrived, he was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a dark khaki sport coat, and a white polo shirt. The one item he didn't have to decide about at the last minute was his shoes. He had actually gone out and bought a new pair of black sneakers to wear with whatever he finally decided to wear.
From the look of the front driveway of the mansion with all of the cars parked around the huge circle, most people had already arrived. The driver walked in with him, staying slightly behind. A middle-aged man dressed in a red suit coat of some sort, black pants, and a frilly white shirt asked him, "How should I announce you?"
David looked back at him in total confusion. The driver whispered loudly in his ear, "He wants your name," so David said, "David, just David... I guess."
The man in the red coat pounded a tall, heavy cane of some sort on the floor and yelled loudly, "David... just David."
David stood frozen but the driver tapped on his shoulder and pointed across the ballroom to where Doc Marsden was beckoning him. He continued walking slowly until he found himself standing in front of the old man's wheelchair at a small round table.
"Come, come, sit down here next to me," Doc said. "I've saved a place for you." He gestured out at the room and said, "We've all been waiting for you."
That really didn't help David's nerves. As David sat down, the old man continued, "I think tonight is going to change your life."