I waved a hand "What ever." I made the coffee she took four spoons of sugar to my one. She wanted white while I had black. She investigated my kitchen. She checked out the fridge. She came back for a second cup of coffee. She did not stop still for a second. I was becoming dizzy just watching her. But it was a beautiful sight to behold.
"Shower then Mac's ." I said. I led her back upstairs. And we took our first shower together. She examined every square inch of me as she soaped and lathered me up I returned the compliment and damn me if I did not get an erection again.
"It's just because this is all new." I explained. "It will subside all by itself. We had better get a move on, before the breakfast menu is taken off." Saved by McDonalds I would never live it down. We toweled each other down I went to find some clothes and Jessica went down stairs to get yesterdays clothes. I went down to find her back in her blouse skirt and stockings.
"Is it far, can we walk there? She asked.
"Just two biggish blocks," I replied and led the way.
As we reached the emporium Jessica pulled my head to hers.
"I have not got any knickers on so behave." She stuck her tongue in my ear.
I bought breakfast we had made it with 5 minutes to spare. Jessica ordered a double bacon and eggs and coffee. I just had a single serve and coffee.
Jessica had wolfed hers down before I had come close to finishing mine. The lunch menu was now in operation so Jessica went and got a large fries, she gave me just two!
"Jessica we must have a long talk about what happens next."
"Ok Master," she replied.
"That's the first thing we need to talk about. My name is James when we are in a public place like this, unless I specifically tell you otherwise."
"Ok James, shall we talk here or back at your place?"
"Well Jessica that is not my home as such, it used to be. I am moving into an old Victorian mansion that back's on to the harbor. It has a small factory in the grounds and I have to go check up on a machine that has been running all night. So if you don't mind we can walk there. Its about a 20 minute walk or we can get a cab."
"Oh that sounds so interesting and its such a wonderful day lets walk." The tone of her voice said she was really happy.
'Strange Girl it's as grey as dish water and might rain and she thinks it's a lovely day.' I thought to myself. I put the waste cups and boxes on to the tray parked it in the slot provided and steered Jessica out into the grey day.
"I am divorced, married twice no children. My last ex, got the family home in Melbourne and I came here as I had an uncle who ran a small business here. Its where we are going now. He helped me get set up here and helped with the purchase of the house we slept in last night, in exchange for me learning the business in my spare time. Neither of us were rich so I had to hold down a normal job. That was almost five years ago and uncle was doing it tough, his business reflects what the general economy is doing when its up it booms when its down it's a struggle to survive. Helping me took just about all his reserves." I held her elbow as we waited for a walk signal at a busy intersection.
As we set off across the busy road she took my hand. I felt a warm glow course through me. "Uncle Josh died last year. Working hard one day, dead the next. He left all he had to me. So I am now running the business and have started the sideline that you found. It seems to be less prone to economic fluctuations though I may have to start advertising interstate if sales slacken off. There can only be a finite market and I do not seem to have any opposition here."
"The factory, well just a big shed along side the boundary fence has three rope making machines, quite old, but very versatile of German make and I have all the manuals for maintenance as well as setting them up. Uncle Josh had also been shrewd and had a huge stock of raw materials that he bought over twelve years ago when he was flush and commodities were at a low price. I will have to re-stock eventually, but I charge today's prices for all the rope I make so am making quite a mark-up."
"The Bondage work is very easy and as you intimated yesterday very lucrative. I have only been supplying rope for four months and that side of the business has turned over almost as much as the sail boat side. I make sheets, er that is a special term for ropes on a sailboat and spliced steel rope halyards for sailboats of all sizes. When the economy turns round and it looks that it has done that, the sailboat side will pick up. People have put off replacing them, some for several years and all those boats:" We could now see the large harbor with hundreds of sails of all sorts thick upon the water. "All need sheets and halyards, as they wear out quite quickly."
"I am also having the huge old house modified. The top floor is being modified from servant's quarters into two self-contained flats. They will soon be ready for occupation, the painters have just about finished and a final housing authority inspection is scheduled for next Friday. They will not be rent controlled and as they have a separate outside access as well as parking space should provide me with a reasonable income. I should recover the capital outlay of the conversion in under three years and be in front after that."
We had turned into my street now, my property was the last house at the small turning circle before the road dipped down to a public launching ramp. The house had magnificent views over the water. And being un-encumbered was worth a large sum, but I had not yet had the land and property transfer tax bill. There was a possibility that I could sell some of the land for a second building, but that would separate the factory site from the house. The property spanned three large sub-divisions."
"The rope sales to the bondage crowd has turned a negative cash flow into a positive one this month for the first time in over four years." We had reached the turning circle with parking space for ten boat trailers and the big 4WDs that towed them, they was one empty space. "Before we go inside there are just a few more things to tell you." A big rig was launching a trailer sailor so we stopped to watch.
"One of my first customers for rope, Mr. Smith, has been back three times for more but had an accident three months ago. He is into suspension of his slave and a wooden spreader like I had you in yesterday, not one of mine, broke and his slave broke her arm. She came out of plaster on Friday. It is as a result of that accident that I have branched out into the wooden things used in BDSM, spreaders, benches, whipping frames and other things that were only hinted at in that newspaper article. My factory has three main areas, one for making rope, another a good workshop with all sorts of equipment, a welding setup, a good wood lathe and a metal lathe, a small blacksmiths forge as well as an office suite. The other space which used to be a sail loft, which has some industrial sewing machines and has been fitted out as a sort of dungeon, a sales area for the bigger BDSM equipment."
I had now come to the difficult bit. "Mr. Smith I do not know his real name is bringing his slave over Monday evening to be measured for some of the equipment. I really need a female to be there to demonstrate some of that equipment. You won't have to be naked and there will be no involvement with Mr. Smith, or his slave, but he might make her strip off, he did when he came to the house when I taught him to use the ropes I made up for him. He could not tie a knot properly." I knew I was rabbiting on. Eventually I dried up and waited for Jessica to reply.
The big 4WD was trying to back into a space beside us and there was a lot of noise. A man was driving, his head out the window, a woman was guiding him from the rear of the trailer and two teenage children were in attendance. Jessica had just begun to speak. " Oh Master.." The man stalled his rig as Jessica's started again her voice louder "Oh Master!" Her voice was clearly heard by man woman and children. I tugged her hand and beat a hasty retreat up my drive. I heard the biggest child ask the driver, "What did she say Dad?"
I did not hear the reply. I went to the big shed and got out the keys opened the small pedestrian door and pulled Jessica inside.
"Sorry Master, but yes of course I will be your model slave on Monday. What time do you want me here?"
I could not punish her for the indiscretion now. "Oh thank you Jessica, any time after six will do Mr. Smith won't be here until Seven. Now how about the guided tour." I showed her my kinky domain. Starting with the rope machine room. The air had the tang of chemicals similar to those in a fabric shop. The machines were quiet, the machine had switched itself off after completing the weaving run some time during the night. The new rope looked good, though I would have to inspect it for flaws on Monday. I turned the machine on and gave her a quick overview of how it worked. I turned it off again, talking over one was possible, if all three were going then ear protectors were needed.
I showed her the workshop next, the smell of woodturnings pervaded the air in here. There was a large 'X' shaped frame in a vice with clamps holding it together. "I glued this up Friday afternoon. It should be dry now. I just have to put a coat or two of varnish on it and it should be ready for delivery by next Friday $400.00 cash Plus delivery for less than $40.00 of materials, and about two hours work." I explained. She put her hand to the smooth fragrant wood.
"The office suite is through there. With a separate entrance. I keep those doors locked. Only Ebenezer, the man who taught me, with uncle Josh, how to work all this and myself are allowed in here. The office girl, Jane just does the books, banking makes out invoices, pays the bills, takes telephone calls and orders stock and keeps an inventory. She knows more about the boat side of the business than I do and is a treasure. A girl Friday to the business. Ok up stairs to the old sail loft."
I led the way opened the door and let her into the large space. The three industrial sewing machines were tucked in behind the stair access along what was the front wall, the rest of the space was decked out with ropes pulley's benches tables bars a large cage and along the rear end wall a mock up of a jail cell. I saw her blanche as she saw that. I wondered, 'why that reaction.'
