My name is Nelson Johnstone and this is my story or part of it at least. I am one of those uber computer geeks more than anything else. I am thirty years old, six foot tall and weigh about one hundred and eighty pounds with brown hair and eyes. Not in too bad of shape though a little more exercise wouldn't hurt. Rather hard to do when you're working twelve hour days and half the time, a meal is ate running from one crisis to another. Never married, really only dated two women in my life that meant anything to me.
As I said I am a computer geek, not sure that term really applies as I consider myself a relatively normal person. Matt and Chelsie Devine and I own a computer security business we started from scratch after college. We discovered a function of string theory combined with quantum physics anomalies that not only determines what happens to atoms but can be used for almost anything if applied correctly. We applied our function to the banking industry and can almost determine fraud or illegal activity before it happens. We have nabbed quite a few criminals over the last few years.
Another friend of ours, John Sebastian, who is a lawyer and works hand in hand with us. He handles the actual criminal capture then determines which agency to turn them over to. The best description of what we accomplish is to combine the TV shows, Numbers with Person of Interest. We get paid handsomely for our actions. The biggest problem we have is several companies want our software including the government. We actually need to expand but are burnt out. So we sold out to the highest bidder for a lot of money.
Not sure which is harder, building a business from scratch or selling one. I swear, the lawyers make such an infectious inflection of every word in a document that it can make your head spin. Before you know it, the legaleze is so riddled that nobody can understand what it says except them, then I am not so sure. But we are finally through it and in a little over a month the whole thing will be over and done with, July 1st to be exact.
I also own a rather large ranch that I grew up on and inherited from my mom and dad a few years ago. We raise thoroughbred Arabians mainly for equestrian riding. We also have a couple Clydesdales we use to pull wagons and till the garden but that is mainly for fun to keep them active, their offspring is a more important prized asset. We also board a few horses for the local gentry that don't have the space or know-how in most cases. We also teach riding lessons for beginners to the advanced dressage as well as jumping. A pair of border collies to keep the hungry critters away from the animals and garden. Yes their offspring get trained as well and marketed, but not to just anyone, we want all our animals to go to loving homes. A few chickens and a couple cows to keep fresh eggs, butter and milk on the table. And yes, that once a year trip to the butcher.
With all the activity described already you wouldn't think we would have time for our hidden offerings. A little side business in handmade fitted pony gear with training of course. You wouldn't believe the amount of requests we get in this area of expertise and of course we are happy to oblige on our schedule which can be difficult at times. The crew loves it as it brings a much needed break from the daily boring chores.
There is also a playroom that is handled by a couple members of the crew that provides a service to our BDSM customers. To me it may be less kinky depnding on taste. We also make custom leather outfits and special trinkets to go with everything. A lot of it comes on commission and can take a few months to make depending on the complexity.
Now you know the particulars, its on with the story....
I woke to a wonderful May Saturday morning with a blissful spring sun streaming through the window, the birds chirping their melody in the old oak tree just outside. It had been a long week at work and taking the weekend to get away to the family horse ranch was a much needed break. This is a sanctuary to me and a side business that has its rewards. All I really do is merely oversee things that need my attention otherwise the day to day operation is in the hands of my main crew of Bruce and Deuce.
Pushing the covers off my naked body and having a morning stretch to get the sleepy cobwebs out of my system, a lazy comfort I hadn't had in a few weeks. Off to the bathroom to relieve my early morning piss hard-on or was it caused by a wet dream, debatable for sure. A soothing hot shower and some breakfast seems like an ideal plan before checking in on the crew to see what is up. No actual agenda for three days is a luxury I haven't had in months, I think as the soothing hot water rushes over my body and begin to lather up. I shave, brush my teeth and flossed though the latter seems a bit of a waste as I pull on a pair of old of jeans and a t-shirt with food on my mind. While I put on my socks and pull my cowboy boots on I can smell frying bacon wafting through the air which made my tummy rumble with excitement. First, make the bed then check out what is on tap in the kitchen.
Lacy must have noticed my car parked in front of the house and decided to take it upon herself to fix me breakfast like a good little maid. Lacy is five foot nothing with long straight black hair to her waist with small B breasts with brown eyes and weighs about one hundred and ten pounds. Her nipples are always set to high beam and we used to tease her about it even when she tried to hide them. She would blush even though her always tanned complexion would try to help hide it but her sassy smirk is always a give away that she adored the attention. Then she would go about her business proudly giving everyone a complementary tease. She always wears her makeup to perfection and maybe a little heavy as is her sluttish way but what a beauty. Just like a walking and talking wet dream. Of course there is more to that story which seems like a place to start.
She and her husband, James, started working at the ranch about eight months before mom and dad were killed in a freakish auto accident with a logging truck. That was a little over five years ago now. Lacy was hired as a maid and her husband, James, came with the package and was pegged to learn the trade from Bruce and Deuce as well as general labor.
Lacy and James are both twenty-six years old. They eloped and when their car broke down near town, were flat broke and heard through the small town grapevine that my dad was looking for some hired hands. They showed up one evening with a plea for help on bended knees as the story goes. I think mom and dad both liked the eye candy personally as they didn't usually take in strays. James is six foot with blonde hair, muscular now with one of those male lilting voices women seem to swoon over.
What I didn't know until I inherited the ranch, they signed a one year renewable contract to live and work here in those roles as a submissive and ranch duties when learned. One of their primary duties was the playroom at first. They have kept it operational since and have progressed to other areas as well. Needless to say the contract has been resigned several times since.
I was making the bed, if you call what I did making the bed, drooling over the smell of frying bacon hoping there were eggs or pancakes to go with it. Hanging my clothes in the closet I wore during the trip making a mental note to take them to the cleaners Tuesday morning. Thinking of Lacy in the kitchen and a nice blow job to go with breakfast gets my loins stirring against the tight jeans I put on. Being as silent as possible which isn't all that easy in cowboy boots on hardwood floors, walk down the short hall and peer around the corner. Had the idea of sneaking up behind Lacy, reach around cupping her tits, pull her body into mine while planting a loving kiss on her neck. Well that was the thought anyway but my wondering eyes latched onto a beauty that wasn't Lacy once it registered.
Glancing around, the table was already set with a stack of pancakes buttered and drizzled with syrup, just the way I like, a glass of OJ and chocolate milk with a saucer of bacon strips on a paper towel to soak up the excess grease. At the sink washing dishes was a woman about five foot five in a pony tail that reached just below her shoulders. Wearing a black leather skirt that barely covered her ass and what looks to be a leather halter perched on four inch black spike pumps. Mmmm, very nice muscular legs on a frame of about one hundred thirty pounds from the rear view. However the rather short dark red pony tail was well short compared to Lacy. Inner advice told me to halt my somewhat amorous assault and take a more cautious approach instead. Then again, dressed as she is, she must know who or better yet what I am and had been told exactly what to do. Still I have decided not to pounce on a stranger even though she is in my own home fixing me breakfast. So I lean against the entryway jamb and wait for a few seconds contemplating the situation.
Deciding to sit at the table and ogle the view. Taking a sip of the orange juice. Wish I hadn't done that first, as it is very icky tasting with just brushed teeth. Sitting the glass down a bit heavy alerted my hard working visitor to my presence as she whirled around. I was surprised when it registered that Ice was standing before me. Her real name for the curious is Glare Ice Snow and lives just a few miles away on the family cattle farm. It actually adjoins our ranch and is quicker to get there by horse. Yes, we have a childhood history, as a matter of fact we dated on and off the last three years of high school. She had subtle ways of annoying me to no end and it always seemed it was done on purpose and it caused several breakups. After I left for college we parted ways due to the circumstances and have only seen each other a few times since at a few local social and unfortunate events. Surprise, shock and confusion was registering all at the same time as I sought for something witty to say but only sat there with my mouth agape finally uttering a "Good morning Ice.".
Ice stood there with those adorable green eyes focused on me saying "Eat your breakfast Nelson. We will talk when you have finished." She came and sat at the table to my right and kept her head down fidgeting with her fingers on a cup of coffee and taking a sip when the mood struck her. Meanwhile I dug into the very delicious breakfast she fixed. While I ate, I pondered why she was here. Glancing at her occasionally trying to get some sort of inkling one way or another but nothing enlightening came to mind.
Finally finishing up I asked, "Ice, would you get me a cup of coffee, black two sugars? Somehow I think I am going to need it."
"Sure, I didn't know you even drank coffee." Ice quickly answered.
