It had been time consuming in the spare spaces between modelling assignments and training Melissa and her group in BDSM etiquette as well as water-skiing and business management. We had regular nights where I would check and advise on their progress in lingerie sales and encourage their business skills, particularly Tony whose building construction staff had grown much larger.
Melissa's group was always ready for fresh challenges and I had to curb their enthusiasm for even greater thrills by offering the girls steadily more daring modelling assignments. Individually or together I was always there for them, partly as I needed to assess their own reasons and needs for the lifestyle that they had chosen to adopt.
Kent had assessed all of my family very carefully, prior to declaring his family's interest in mild BDSM and then associating with us on a sexual level. He was such an experienced Master that he had obviously done the same with Melissa's husband and friends before involving them in the final test of my devotion at Taylor's Ridge. Now Kent had put me in the position of guiding Melissa's large group. It was my biggest test yet.
Very like myself, my sweet Melissa had long been repressed by a strict upbringing, never allowing her natural exhibitionist tendency to develop and flourish until she met Des and I. Tony, much like Des, had challenged her in their early courtship to lose her inhibitions and show her beautiful body, at least among their friends. I had been the catalyst that finally allowed her to remove all her clothes and enjoy, as I had, the freedom to realise that her unclothed body gave others pleasure. Melissa was a natural leader with a good business brain, so it was natural for her to enjoy my company during the many times that we were together.
After we began buying more properties and giving them business opportunities together they leapt at the chance to copy our lifestyle of communal living. They had always sensed that my family was integrated sexually, although we did our best to hide that from them. Darlene, like Cat, had always been bisexual and their men had enjoyed watching them become lovers too. We were all so very much the same, in the way that we had come together as a group. The other four friends stayed with Melissa's family every weekend over last winter, when Cat and I had been fully involved in Kent's Creations in the city. A natural progression of their long friendship had led to them all becoming sexually active together. Melissa had been too nervous of rejection or disapproval by my group to allow her to open up to me or my family until we moved permanently to Maple Lake.
She probably had similar reasons to ours, in never approaching their other friends. It had been a combination of mutual respect and fear of rejection that had kept us all apart for nearly a year until Caroline, Jill's sister, had begun to work for Rick. She lived with Melissa and they all began to put threads of information together, prompting the nervous and tearful approach that Melissa had initiated with me.
Caroline had no interest in men in particular, as she had become a lesbian following an unfortunate rape in her early years of modelling. Melissa and Jill had encouraged her to live with them whenever she visited Maple Lake and over time Caroline had joined the sexual activity with the rest of them, still preferring girls as partners but accepting advances from Cameron at first. She then accepted the others, after feeling safe from aggressive demands more normally found in relationships with the men in her past. She felt loved by the group and safely began to enjoy sex with men again, comforted by the protection the unique association offered her. The young men had all been extremely sensitive and caring to her because they all knew about her violent rape experience. They never pushed her to participate in penetration with them, even now.
She had leaped at the opportunity to manage the photography studio and was capable, innovative manager. She also modelled the lingerie, when called on, with artistry and enthusiasm. She had no ambition to marry or have her own special man, and probably never would. She loved the security and variety that communal living had brought to her life. She felt that same love and understanding within my family in the same way. The financial security that we offered and sexual feelings for Cat and I had allowed the encounters with Des and Ken to be an acceptable part of her family life. She enjoyed the association now, without reservation, totally fulfilled within our combined families. Like my family, Melissa's group never allowed petty insecurities or jealousy to flourish or spoil what they had together.
Melissa controlled that portion of their individual income that they had all agreed to pool for their combined benefit. She had already broached the subject of buying the lakeside property that they were renting from us.
We had agreed to allow them to purchase the property when they could, knowing that they loved the privacy and proximity to the water in the same way as we did at Rome. Melissa was totally in charge of her young group and like me, had never been questioned on the leadership by Tony or any other member. It was an awesome responsibility for a young lady. Her maturity belied her tender age and I had even more respect for her as I advised and guided them all. I was humbled by her willingness to submit to my authority and I began to realise that she enjoyed my domination, in much the same way as I enjoyed Kent's respect and domination.
We were really so much alike, both in experiences and nature. Since we had been involved sexually with Melissa's group we had expanded our sexual horizons by experimenting with new techniques and all practicing the eastern philosophy of yoga and tartaric sex. The most powerful sex organ is the mind, especially in women, as I found out at Taylor's Ridge. Trust and respect are still paramount with any association, sexual or otherwise. I still look back on that night with reverence, to this day.
After their initial confession of the extraordinary events of that evening they told me that Kent had given them instructions prior to the events in the room. He had, in fact, left only for two brief times while they were around me, once to give the impression that he had left me to the mercy of the unknown audience. The second time was when he noiselessly guided them out to Rick, who had taken them back to the car park where they dressed and went home. This meant that he had been present when my gag was removed and Cat came in. Kent therefore knew that I was upset when I thought I was alone. They were all curious about the Club but accepted that they were not yet ready to be invited for an evening out at the Club. I promised them that I would escort them there myself when the time was right. It was a glorious late spring day on Sunday at ten in the morning. We sat, naked in the lotus position, in the shade of the tree near the boathouse in a wide circle to discuss the approaching long weekend. We planned our various roles in the event and also the after event function at Lakeside to eliminate any untoward disruption to the townsfolk. Safety was discussed at length, resolving any fears of a drowning. Then we moved on to personal and social issues.
Melissa was concerned that Kent and his family hadn't attended but I assured her that he had been invited. At this stage Kent was leaving those matters in my hands to resolve. He would of course be informed of any matters affecting his family. Everyone knew that he was well preoccupied with his new building project.
After a Bar-B-Que lunch at Rome we settled into our normal activity, practising skiing and picking up skiers in the water if they fell. Between us all we had two fast ski boats and two Jet Skis for safety boats. If the entries were anything like the last event that I had organised I knew there would be no shortage of adventurous ladies as well as men, prepared to shed their swimwear and enter the Naked Mile ski event. Out on the lake yesterday afternoon I saw a lot more nudity on the water than ever before, proving the potential of the coming event.
We expected to make the homeward leg a run in front of the spectators on the main beach alongside the town. Every accommodation venue was booked to capacity and we had fully stocked Lakeside with food and refreshments. We were ready for a record crowd and expected no complaints about nudity by the authorities. Very few people will travel many miles with the sole purpose of being offended. Our town officials now discouraged complaints now that the business community was largely in favour of events that brought this much business to their premises. Even in the first day I had been in town, no remarks were made about my revealing toga. The townsfolk were used to brief beachwear and casual dress, even then. Lakeside was the only venue for night time socialising which had prompted Gerald to put in the bowling alley and snack bar originally.
The demand in the town for lake front real estate was still increasing as inquiry was proving. Des and Ken were busier than ever in their dealings. They had found that their office at Lakeside, where they dealt with expanding the client base of Kent's Creations, was fielding more calls for real estate than apparel.
Les, the new manager of Lakeside was pressing for even larger space so a new addition was being planned. He worked out to be a lot more visionary than Gerald had been and slowly improved the range of food and drink to suit the more upmarket conference trade without losing our free spending target market of twenty to forty year old adults.
We put him on a profit sharing salary base in order to ensure his continuing interest in the growth of Lakeside. Rick was busier than ever with the photographic supply and studio business, always making time for the BDSM showings where he still did the lighting and makeup. Des would announce and sometimes organise or assist changes in costume. Amazingly, he still enjoyed watching as we displayed our bodies and allowed some clients to touch our breasts and genitals briefly.
I had a particular favourite and once, I sat on his knee as he played with my nipples after the showing. His name was Kurt and I hoped that Kent would order me to let him go further one day, with gloves, as the buyer of the city boutique had done. I knew that Kurt would be more gentle and I kept hinting to Kent that I wouldn't mind. I just couldn't initiate the encounter. It wouldn't feel right somehow. Kent would have to make that sort of decision and I would eagerly comply. Kent had only done that twice before, both for good reasons. The anticipation of an episode with Kurt really appealed to me and I made sure that Kent was aware of that.
