The Author Part 5: First Friday at the Circle B
The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental and unintentional.
Bill turned down a small two-lane road and drove past a slight turn. The road widened and a large guard shack stood ahead near an open gate. A man in sports shirt waited in the middle of the road with a clipboard. Bill slowed and then stopped next to the man as he rolled down the driver's side window.
"Good afternoon sir and welcome back." The man with the clipboard said.
"Good afternoon Tim, this is Jennifer, and I'll vouch for her and arrange it at the main house." Bill said handing over his driver's license and cell phone. Turning to Jennifer, he said, "Please give the man your license and cell phone Jennifer."
Jennifer handed Bill her cell phone and driver's license.
"Thank you sir, enjoy your stay." The man in the sports shirt said.
Bill drove away and said, "The ranch is 900 acres or so. Mostly woodland, which gives us a good buffer zone. It's marked no trespassing and no hunting along the perimeter. It also has security cameras, facing outward of course, and motion sensors planted along likely routs that someone may use to trespass. If an alarm goes off, security moves to intercept and turn the intruder away. If they won't leave, they are arrested and sent off with the police."
They followed another bend in the road and found a parking lot. Bill located a space and parked. Another man with a cart was in the parking lot and approached them as Bill got out of the car. "Edward, what are you doing here?"
In response, Edward fingered the red collar that hung around his neck. "Sir, I would be happy to see to your luggage."
"Edward, what in the world did you do to get punished?" Bill asked in a friendly voice.
"I was disrespectful to Mistress Destiny, and she insisted that I get at least one weekend of the red collar Sir." Edward replied.
Bill frowned and handed over the three bags that were in the trunk. Edward attached paper tags to the three and wrote on them.
"Edward, allow me to introduce Jennifer, who is going to experience her first weekend as a Sub. Is Mistress Destiny here this weekend?" Bill asked.
"Nice to meet you Jennifer. Sir, I haven't yet seen Mistress Destiny, but I believe she will be here this weekend."
"Thank you Edward, and feel free take your time with the bags, I want to show her around before we go to the room." Bill said.
They walked towards the main house and Bill explained. "Violations of the rules will result in punishment. Since you are my guest, I would be the deciding one, and to prevent any mistakes, I've decided to get you a pink collar, which means novice, or first weekend here. Especially if Destiny is going to be here, she is a stickler for proper respect and deferential treatment."
Jennifer had been told to remain silent as often as possible, don't gape, don't gawk at anyone. Act like you belong, and everything is normal, and it soon will be. Everyone is here living out a Fantasy, and she is one of them now.
Climbing the steps they entered the main house, and Bill turned to his right. The man wearing a sports shirt behind a counter stood and smiled extending his hand.
"Bill, nice to see you, we missed you last weekend."
"Hi James, this is Jennifer, and I'll need you to set her up with a complete package, please bill it all to me if you would. Sorry about last weekend I had something come up at literally the very last minute." Bill said.
"Doug said it must be something like that, said you had intended to come on up." James said, "Jennifer, welcome to the Circle B, since you're with Bill I know he is going to explain everything to you. What kind of banding would you like?"
Jennifer looked at Bill with confusion on her face.
"Jennifer is a novice sub, very novice. I've taught her the rough basics, and I think a Pink collar would be best. Then we can set up the full set of collars and a box, she's with me, but not formally collard by me yet." Bill said.
Jennifer's confusion increased as James indicated this would be no problem. He arrived with a clip board and a bright pink nylon collar.
"Here we go a short questionnaire Jennifer and the non disclosure agreement. Here is a novice collar. Bill would you like to put it on her?" James said.
"Certainly, Collar position Jennifer." Bill said.
Jennifer moved to her knees, keeping her thighs straight and reaching brought her hair up behind her neck with her hands. She remembered at the last moment to look downward. Bill placed the nylon collar on her neck, not too tightly, but not so loose it would flop around. Jennifer was told to rise, and as she did a pink leash on the counter became visible.
Bill had turned to James and said "I think black for me would be about right this weekend." He checked the papers on the clipboard and handed it to Jennifer saying "Fill this out this afternoon, and the next time you come here they will have a collection of collars and your brass tags ready for you Jen."
Jennifer took the clip board, it had basic information questions. Name, address, age, sex, sexual preference, and some brief questions asking for medical information. She read the non disclosure agreement, and gaped at the amount that would be forfeit if she violated the agreement and spoke of the Ranch to any unauthorized people, reporters and the like, it did have an exception for law enforcement in the investigation of any criminal activity.
"Bill, Oh God, you missed my race last weekend." A voice said behind Jennifer. She looked up from her reading to see the woman from the video. Slave Monica.
"Monica, I know you won, Doug told me about it." Bill said.
