Part 02: Preparations.
This is a continuing work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional and coincidental.
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At just before midnight, Robert was awake, and completely off his normal schedule. He showered, addressed his ravenous appetite. The he. the mystery man had work to do. He measured the basement first. Considered, did a couple rough sketches, and checked his watch. Too late, he would have to call in the morning. Making a mental note, he moved along. The large shower was still there, he had finished that. The toilet and sinks were there, good to go. He turned the water on, and checked. Good they worked. The toilet flushed, and looked like it might be OK. He had installed them all when he was considering turning the basement into an oversized game room. Later he decided it was too dark, and the material too rough to get anything without building walls all around, then he moved on.
He made notes on where to hang lights, and where to put everything. He made a rough draft, for the carpenters who would have to start work Monday. Robert had a mental schedule. Robert made another rough draft for the electrician who would be tripping over the carpenters. No problem, big fees, with a promise, which would be delivered on, if they could get done by Tuesday, Wednesday morning if they complained.
Robert designed the room in his mind, then sketched ideas on the paper.
Robert swept trash, collected and carried it out. Finishing by hosing the area down, and washing debris down the drains conveniently located along the floor. He used them, and decided to keep the hose here.
He looked at his watch, and saw it was now 9:30 in the morning and that was good enough for those whom he wished to call. He knew construction people he used them from time to time. Paid them well, early, and gave them bonus's for good work, which they did, well good enough. The construction business is tough, lots of competition and they work hard to maintain good customers.
For a significantly inflated price, both the electrician and the carpenter agreed to build the room as specified by Robert. While they didn't ask, Robert explained that the room was going to be used to store a dark ages collection of artifacts and replicas. Collection of dark ages weapons and stuff.
Robert went to the Home Depot himself, they were open on Sunday, and got 10 gallons of Sandstone paint. All matt finish. He got two gallons of bright white, semi gloss was acceptable. He bought a paint sprayer, and went home. He opened the two windows, and started two fans to blowing out. Opened the doors to the house, and then outside, making air flow through the house, and then outside, taking the fumes with the air. He sprayed all the walls, doing a good solid first coat.
He assumed that at least two and possibly three coats were needed until he had the depth of color he wanted.
He taped the bathroom fixtures, and then considered as he sprayed. Focusing part of his mind on his work, the rest on his plans. He had a week, she was uncomfortable now, waiting of him to call. She would be about frantic by Thursday, or Friday would be better. Up the discomfort, and Start day is Saturday. He remembered his instructors, terror is a weapon, use it, learn to use it, plan on it helping you, plan for it, and it will help you.
He looked at the room, and nodded, good first coat. He needed to finish today, before midnight, to give it time to dry.
Sherri was not far from where Robert assumed she was. She was starting to worry, and it annoyed her. Why didn't he call, she considered calling Mabel back, but decided that it was better to wait, make him move, let him play whatever game he is doing now. Perhaps he'll forget about me. Sherri doubted it, she was in deep, and the longer she went without hearing what was going on, what the plans were for her, the more worried she became. She was up to those God cursed blowjobs. Degrading things, men always begged for them. Sherri shuddered, and decided that even those were better than prison.
Robert was in his office and searching for BDSM materials. Searching for his toys. He smiled as he ordered, stopping to let the electricians in, they didn't like the wet paint, but were only measuring and laying out how they were going to run the wires, and the light fixtures he wanted. The carpenter called and said he had found enough Darker woods to make it happen. Some darker oaks.
Robert ordered while the Electricians discussed, and planned their attack on the problem. After considering it the electrician approached and said they would have to run another circuit in the box to handle the type of electrical load he was talking about. Robert approved of the plan, safety first after all.
After taking some time to consider, Robert made a phone call to Chicago, and pulled a dozen strings Sunday afternoon to get Sherri's law firm, Whitman and Parker, the walking stick test from the Cenotaph Corporation. The strings resulted in a bet for a case of Johnnie Walker Blue with the corporate council.
The Walking Stick was named after an insect, which camouflaged itself by looking like a stick. The file in question looked like a simple cost analysis, or cost benefit analysis, pathetically simple, but lot's of grunt work chewing numbers, and doing comparative tax base considerations. The trick was simple, you had to look at the entire proposal and then find the Easter egg. If you found it, and notified your client, you were a very complete Law Firm, and got the business of the company, if you missed it, you were not always a bad law firm, but you got no business. Robert was betting that Carl would pass it onto Sherri on Monday, after taking the weekend to consider it. Robert believed he knew enough about Sherri that if her head was in the Game a week from Monday, when she got this file to work on, and it would be if he was successful in a week, then she would find it.
Inevitably the law firms in question dumped the huge number crunching files on the lowest ranking members of the firms. The time of the senior members was considered too important to spend on such menial grunt work. According to the website, Sherri was the newest associate, and that meant she was the one with all the number crunching grunt work to work through.
Robert turned back to his web sites Sunday night. He created a check list, and began to order. He ordered gags, bondage items, and enough S&M stuff to make the grand inquisitor nervous. Spreader bars, anal plugs, beads, and ticklers. Dildos, vibrators, and clamps. Tit gear, and bindings, and other assorted items. He even ordered an enema kit, and then moved along. He didn't like the leather outfits, but did like the combination of leather and chain for bondage gear. He decided to add the hooks and eyebolts to the tables himself. He made a note to himself to get some sort of small bench in case his slave couldn't maintain her feet while in the stocks and being tortured.
Taking a break from the ordering, Robert put another coat on the walls.
He surfed to another site, and place a smaller order, some things the first didn't have, and then found another site. Some more items, neither of the first ones had. He ordered like today didn't exist, or perhaps tomorrow didn't.
Robert considered, he needed a throne. He was to be the king, and needed a throne. He glanced at his diagram, and drew one in. He looked and didn't see one online, he searched, and found one he liked, yes, it would do. Shipping would be a bitch, but fuck it, you only live once.
Robert considered, and decided he had enough bondage stuff to get started at least, he moved to other sites. Lingerie. He surfed, and looked at the models. Panties, bras, corsets, they looked uncomfortable. He refused to consider panty hose, stockings, several different pairs, several different colors, and different styles. He picked shoes, and of course heels. Thinking, he added a pair of running shoes. Workout gear, she would join him in his daily workout. He picked outfits that were thongs, high, tight, and uncomfortable looking. She would get used to it. He smiled, yes, she would get used to it.