Decision Time
Chris pulled up to the gate at five minutes to three. Pat had texted him the address, which he already knew, and the gate code. He entered the numbers into the keypad, and the gate opened. He crept up the private drive taking notice of the high fence that encircled the property. The driveway had two turns in it, so the house was not visible until last 100 feet. When the house came into view, he saw it was a post and beam style. There were two distinct halves to the house, each had a large 2 car garage, with a single door, and at least a ten-foot span between them.
As he pulled up to the house, the left garage door starting opening. He saw the SUV Pat had driven earlier on the right side. He slipped his Escalade on the left side of the SUV. As he shut off the engine, he heard the garage door closing behind him. He got out of the car, leaving the two large duffel bags behind, on the back seat.
The man door to the house was open with Pat standing in the doorway. "This way Sir," she said.
He walked past her into an entrance foyer. There was a large coat closet on one side and a row of eight coat hooks on the opposite wall. They hooks were all empty.
"Just to your right is the living room Sir," Pat said and followed him in.
He entered the living room and immediately saw Aimee, in the stand position, wearing the black dress and heels. The room was full of comfortable eclectic furniture. A large easy chair sat prominently in the corner, in a leadership position, with all the other furniture facing it. This had to be Aimee's father's chair. Chris walked over to it and sat down. He motioned the girls to come towards him, pointed in front of the chair and said "Sit."
By the time Chris sat down in the chair, the girls were sitting in front of his feet. He settled into the chair and said, "By the way you two are acting, I'm assuming you're both wanting to start the program. Am I correct?" They both nodded their heads affirmatively and each said, "Yes Sir." Chris's cock twitched at their responses.
He continued, "Once I start this program with you, it won't stop until you've each reached one of the three possible outcomes. You need to understand that no matter how hard it gets, there is no backing out. Do you fully understand what this means?" He looked at both young women as they each answered affirmatively.
He looked at Pat and asked a question that had already been answered by Brad Ryan. He asked "Pat, I understand Rachel is away; how long before she returns?"
"Her camp is over in three weeks," she replied.
"Good, then we can run the program from here, and we don't have to move you into my clinic. Will that cause any problems Pat? Do you have grounds keepers or other folks who would be coming around?"
"No Sir," she replied "We've always done the grounds work ourselves. It's part of our chores."
"So, no one comes to the property unannounced?" he asked
"Never Sir," Pat replied
"Very good," he said, "So now we start."
Program Start
"Stand. Now!" he said in a loud voice, making sure to catch them off guard.
As soon as they were standing, he continued. "Clothes and shoes off. Now!"
The surprised young women scrambled to remove their clothes.
"Place them all on the coffee table, and get back into stand," he barked.
Chris saw the girls were visibly trembling at his new demeanor. He gotten them off guard.
"Listen carefully to some more rules you need to follow. Your hands will not touch your own body anywhere between your navel and knees. Your hands will not touch your own breasts. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," they both chimed.
He continued "Nothing will go into or come out of your body without my permission. Understood?"
"Yes Sir," they said.
"In the absence of any other instructions from me, if you find yourself not knowing what you should be doing, or where you should be, you will immediately return to this room, kneel in front of this chair, and wait. Understood?"
Again, they replied "Yes Sir."
"Pat, in the back seat of my car there are two duffel bags. Bring them here and put them on the floor. They're heavy, be careful not to bump them around. Go."
As Pat scurried off, he turned to Aimee and said, "Follow me."
Chris walked around the house, Aimee in tow, looking through the rooms. There were four bedrooms, the master with a large walk-in closet, and ensuite with bidet, Aimee's room, Rachel's room, and a spare. The spare room had a queen bed while Rachel and Aimee's rooms were singles. The main bath was spacious with double sinks, a large soaker tub, and tiled shower. The kitchen was open with a large island as well as a table that could seat eight. All the rooms were in their originally built state, no renovations had been completed, and the house looked dated at just over 25 years old.
Chris asked Aimee, "When you and Pat are speaking about your different sides of the house, what do you call them?"
Aimee replied, "This side is the south, and Pats' is the north. That's what we've always called them, Sir."
They returned to the living room to find both duffle bags on the floor, and Pat kneeling in front of the chair.
"Pat, come with me, Aimee, you wait here. Sit," he said.
Pat got up off her knees, and Aimee went to sit.
"Show me the common room," he said and followed Pat out of the living room. Pat walked towards the garage door he had come through, turned left in the hall, and at the end gestured to the door on the right and said, "in here Sir."
He opened the door and walked in. It was a long room, the length of the four-car garage, but only about twelve feet wide. It certainly did not look like a room built for entertaining. There were 2 chairs, a sofa, two small loveseats, and a few tables, haphazardly place around the room. The room wasn't what Chris had expected. It didn't fit what he saw on the Google Maps satellite picture. In the centre there was a double door into the garage, with a built-out wall for the remaining length of the room, just past the garage door. At the far end was another door, which Chris assumed lead to Pat's parents' side of the house. He walked to the far end, with Pat in tow, opened the door and entered the other home.
He turned right into the hallway, and then left through a door into the living room. It seemed to be a mirror image of the other side. The living room was decorated in a darker theme than Aimee's side. The furniture was heavier and bulkier. He continued through the kitchen and into the master suite. It also was a larger suite than the south side, with a large wooden fourposter king bed. The posts went at least seven feet in the air, with large planks, on edge, running between the tops of posts, connecting them. There were smaller boards connecting the two sides, every sixteen inches or so. The wooden sideboards, and the foot board, had large three-to-four-inch metal rings attached every foot or so, as did the posts. Definitely a bespoke bed built for play. The other furniture in the room was two large night tables, two dressers and a highboy in the corner, the rest of the floor was open space.
When Chris entered the walk-in closet, he was taken back by the amount of clothing stuffed into it. He looked back at Pat, who had taken up stand position just inside the bedroom door, and said, "Come here Pat." And as she got closer said, "What's going on here?"
Without looking up from the floor she replied, "I moved all of my aunt's clothes in here when I moved to the south side."
Chris took a closer look at overstuffed hangers and got a better idea of what was there. Much of it was not clothing a married woman would wear in public. From skimpy sun dresses to micro mini skirts, baby dolls, see through blouses, it was all there. There were at least four dozen pairs of heels of various heights, as well as several leather boots of various lengths, and at least two pair that were thigh high.
Chris looked at Pat, who's eyes were glued to the floor, and said, "My, your mom and aunt liked it short and skimpy, didn't they?"
Without looking up Pat replied, "Yes Sir."
Next, he went into the ensuite, which was also larger than the south side. Instead of a soaker tub there was a four-person jacuzzi. Chris saw something odd and walked over to beside the bidet. Between the bidet and the toilet was an Asian style squat toilet, complete with a rinse wand mounted on the wall behind it.
He looked over at Pat stood just inside the doorway and asked, "Have you ever used the squat toilet Pat?"
"No Sir." She replied, then continued "I saw it the first time I was in here was after the funeral. I didn't know what that was until I looked it up on Google."
He went out through the bedroom into the hall. There were only two other bedrooms, a guest bedroom, and Pat's room. The guest room had a twin bed. Pat's room had furniture matching the master bedroom. Hers was a single four poster bed, with shorter posts, about three tall, topped with round finials. The sides and foot of the bed had the same rings as her parents' bed had. The bed had a small headboard, which was covered by a white sheet. Chris walked over and pulled the sheet off, revealing a pillory. The holes were positioned such that laying on the bed allowed the persons neck and hands to be captured.
Chris took a moment to reflect on all he'd seen on this side of the house. Pat's parents were definitely kinky, like himself. What he hadn't discovered yet was just how far was Pat involved.
Looking at Pat he said, "How often did you use these?"
Her hesitant reply came, "When I was bad and Dad punished me, he put me in there for the night."
"How did he punish you?" he asked
"Once my neck and hands were I that thing, he would spank me with his belt. Usually not to hard, but I had to spend the night in the stocks, as he called them."
