Chapter 04
Facing the Issue, Then a Return to Normalcy
Polly knocked on the door of the guest suite at 6 PM just as expected, ready to 'debrief' on our experience. She seemed unsurprised that our initial double penetration experiment as a threesome had gone so well, but Sherry insisted on describing it in great detail anyway. Dick also expressed surprise at how quickly I had addressed my issues about contact with him, both in our initial contact with Sherry and the later experiences as Sherry's 'slaves", and most recently my one on one practice session with him.
Polly seemed most interested in their reactions, not mine, and their feelings about what was left of my kinks to be worked on. They both said we had worked the big ones, discovered my previously unknown ability to accept pleasure passively that would require more work in private showings, in addition to more practice beyond my initial experiment with Dick. Polly said that Sherry and Dick had to go immediately to catch a plane to attend a conference, and we bid them adieu.
Polly then put her arm around my shoulders and said "let's walk down and get some supper and talk a little more." We ambled toward the kitchen and found not Edith, but a younger woman preparing a dish of pasta, shrimp, and vegetables. It smelled wonderful, and as usual I was famished after working on my 'social obligations'.
I raised my eyes at Polly and looked toward the new cook, and she answered my implied question. "Connor, may I present Liz, who will be cooking for us for a while. Edith cooks as an avocation, but her vocation requires her to be in her lab continuously for the next few days." I shook Liz's hand and she said supper would be ready in just a minute. The Admiral joined us at the kitchen table, but no one else did. Liz filled our plates and set out a serving dish for seconds, then added glasses and a large carafe of ice water plus a glass of pineapple juice for me. Polly giggled at my expression. Then Liz excused herself and said she would be gone for at least and hour, then return to clean up.
The Admiral was first to speak. "Connor, I am very pleased with your progress. In Navy parlance, you seem to keep getting promoted above range. You showed real understanding and empathy with Sherry and Dick, and really did 'partner" rather than just 'adapt'. You also showed real courage with Dick. That is sort of like taking your first at bat in your life against major league pitching!" He laughed. "Maybe my baseball metaphor should involve a bat, instead!
He moved around to face me directly. "At any rate, I want you to keep all this is perspective. As you know from your father's career in the Navy, sometimes you just need to 'get your ticket punched' in certain postings in order to round out your jacket and get ready for the next big step in rank. You may be too young to remember, but your dad was not comfortable when he had to take that supply and logistics command in the Philippines, and he also was not really happy with the PIO slot in San Diego. But he knew he had to master the jobs and he threw himself into them and did so!
He paused and looked worried, the continued "So do your work in the private showings, and master this aspect of your sexuality, but don't get hung up on it. I went through this challenge much later in life than you did, and had much more previous baggage to overcome. I am glad I did and I feel much better able to relate and communicate with every one of either sex or proclivities because of it. But just between us, it is very rare when I actually use these skills. When I walk down the street, I still want to undress about a one third of the women I see. That has never happened with a guy, although I have become very turned on in a threesome if the conditions were right. There are some socio-biological reasons for this reaction in males that make logical sense when we were all fighting for survival on the savannah and trying to maximize how many of our genes made it to the next generation. But what we are about here is changing that metric! We want the future generations to have the best possible human genome to work with, not just have more copies of one individual's genes. Our lizard brains still function the old way, so we have to use our higher cortex to guide our behavior."
Polly moved closer to me, and spoke in hushed tones, "You have done well Connor. I also want to talk to you about your experience with Sherry as a 'slave". How did that make you feel?"
"Well", I began, "if you had told me before hand what was going to transpire I would have told you that not only would I not enjoy it, but would actively fight to get out of the room. But when my cock got so hard when she spanked me, and then even harder when she stimulated my ass; I figured I had discovered a side of my sexuality I never saw before. It worried me then, it worries me a little now, but I was certainly excited!"
Polly put her hand on my shoulder. "Connor, I have a confession to make! I wanted to make sure you did well in your first appearance onstage, and performed well in your initial experiences in sharing Sherry with Dick. I did not realize you three would move forward so boldly and address other things so quickly that same night. I hope you can forgive me?" I was shocked by her admission. I did not think Polly did things that needed forgiving!
"Forgive you for what, Polly?" I asked.
She actually looked sheepish. "Those vitamins I had the nurse give you weren't really vitamins. It was Viagra! I wanted to make sure you didn't have any performance problems in your first appearance on stage. I now realize it was too much. And as for your reactions, well, a young buck like you with that much Viagra on board would probably get hard if you saw the Golden Gate Bridge, or a butterfly, or just if the wind blew in your face! So don't read too much significance into your getting excited when Sherry spanked you!"
I was aghast. "But what about the massive orgasms I had when she fucked me in the ass with that dildoe?"
Polly again looked sheepish. "Well, that was the real deal, kiddo. Also your ability to convert pain into erotic stimulation is real and frankly, amazing for someone so young and inexperienced. You still need to go forward with our standard private showing training protocols to explore those anal and oral experiences further, and I'll set that up. You may also be ready emotionally for some specialized training on pain and stimulation, too, but you will have to get in better shape to make it through that."
"Better shape! I run 5 miles a day, climb trees for eight hours a day Monday through Friday, and do P90X every night. What more should I do?"
Polly smiled. "Get up to 10 miles of running, and we'll give you some specialized arm work to add in to your mix. When you get finished with your first four weeks of everyday climbing, you might be ready."
Suddenly it struck me. "That special training wouldn't involve working with Dana, would it?"
Polly smiled an evil smile. "Be careful what you wish for! But given your natural abilities, you will find it rewarding, and as you once asked me, yes, it would be worth it! Anything else you want to ask about before you go catch up on your sleep?"
I thought a minute. "What kind of conference is Sherry going to? What's Edith's real job?"
Polly looked very thoughtful. "I guess it's time you learned more. Sherry is going to a molecular genetics conference to present a paper that she co-wrote with Edith. Despite Edith's youth, she is one of the world's foremost experimental molecular geneticists. She is staying in her lab to finish a set of experiments that could provide a major breakthrough.
Dick is the general manager of the lab and all our research operations. The paper they are presenting is just good enough to get them on the agenda; they are not ready to reveal their real results yet. Their main purpose for going is recruiting. We constantly search for the most promising biomedical scientists to work in our labs. Now get some sleep so you can hit the road in the morning and learn how logging crews work!"
I gave them both a hug and started for my room. "One more thing" Polly said. "I am going to set up an appointment for you after work on Wednesdays with Dr. Irene Shapiro, who will do some tests on you, and then some psychological training. She is a cognitive psychologist, and also part of our overall research efforts. She will ask you about what you felt during your experiences with Sherry, and the altered states of consciousness you appeared to reach."
Six AM rolled around very quickly. I said good morning to Liz as I entered the kitchen and grabbed a good breakfast from what she had set out. As I turned to leave, she grabbed my ass, then said "Edith said to give you that message!"
My morning was looking up! I moved toward Liz and she said "no way, Jose', that's a one way conduit only!"
I turned and stood right next to her, offering her my butt again, and said, "Any more messages for me?" She swatted me really hard, but I was learning to like that! I headed out to the truck and rolled for the bunkhouse. I was going out with a post survey crew all this week.
Post survey turned out to be a lot of work, and a lot more climbing than in climbing class. The survey crews laid out the plan for harvesting lumber and replanting trees based on a 300 year grand plan that was updated four times a year. That plan included the life cycle of the various trees, historical and forecast precipitation, temperature, a forecast for demand and market price of various grades of lumber, interest rates, and a dozen other variables. They laid out an efficient path for the powered logging equipment to cut and transport the trees in the target area, and the post survey crew would use their survey plan to cut samples from various grid squares and heights within the area, fell, sample and remove any diseased trees, and cut small stands of trees that could not be handled by the powered equipment because they were on difficult terrain, in too small an area, or contained a mix of trees that would be hard to separate later or were meant to be processed in special small batches for some specialized uses. As the new kid, I got the job of taking all of the samples. This was apparently the least fun and the most prone to error. I went to the various grid squares and then to the designated heights, cut samples, labeled them with the designators on the survey instructions, and put them in my truck. At the end of each day, I would drive the samples to the labs adjacent to the HQ building so they could be studied and cataloged. Three more weeks of this pace would certainly strengthen my legs considerably!
When I arrived at the HQ with the first set of samples, I approached the loading dock door nearest the lab and rang the bell. I was greeted by a very attractive young woman in a lab coat. She was about my age, tall, thin, but very sturdy looking, with active intelligent eyes and a nervous manner. "Hi." She said, "I'm Petra. I'm the lab technician who is in charge of initial processing on the samples."
"Connor" I said, shaking her hand. "I'm the intern who cuts them and labels them. Please check my labels as I am told that is the part of the process most subject to error."
She smiled. "That's what they told me too, and I am also a summer intern. Where are you from?"
"My family lives in Connecticut. I just graduated high school and am doing an internship here rather than starting college right away. What about you?"
