I planned to spend most of the day in my shop reloading ammunition. John Dubois and Derek had provided the supplies for the loads we'd be using for our planned hog hunts. All of it was new material. I normally reloaded used casings that I cleaned in my tumbler. They wanted new rounds but with a better tolerance than factory ammunition. What I made would be referred to as 'match loads'. I loved making each round exactly like the next so they performed alike. If one of my rounds did not hit where the previous one did, it was either an environmental problem like wind or the shooter's fault. Sometimes the attention to detail my syndrome demanded of me was very useful.
Mid-afternoon Sherrie walked into my shop with a cold beer. She sheepishly placed it on the bench to one side of my workspace. "How do you like your new rings?" I asked.
"My nipples are tender." she replied. "But they don't hurt unless I bump them. Then they burn. I don't know if I am just a wimp or the piercer happened to go near a nerve."
"Not what you expected to happen yesterday was it?" I offered. I barely kept my facial expression neutral. I so wanted to grin but also wanted her to keep talking. "I remember you telling me you were going to take charge of Lenore. How you'd own her and make her your bitch. Something like that. What happened?"
"Please sir. Can we not go there?" Sherrie asked, nervously. I could tell she really did not want to confess her plans nor explain how they fell apart. "Lenore can tell you the details. I will say I did what I needed to do. I love her and wanted to demonstrate that love." She fidgeted waiting for me to reply. I knew all this of course even if I could not reveal how. My silence apparently got to her. "She loves YOU sir. Maybe she loves me some too like she said, but not nearly like her feelings for you. She wants to marry you and have your babies. I want to live here too. With both of you. To do that, I need to be part of your lives. You know you are the first man to make me cum. You are my first in many ways. You are important to me."
I was puzzled now, wondering where she was going with all this. "I told you I was going to dominate Lenore and make her mine. I bragged about it to the other girls. What we, well, I planned to do to take her down and completely break her will to resist was terribly cruel. You need to know that. I'm sorry. I will make it up to Lenore and to you. I will serve both of you to the best of my ability."
Unprepared for this discussion and at a loss for something better to say, I said, "I just want you to do what Lenore or I tell you. Beyond that, be yourself. You are a smart woman. Very smart from what I understand. Wanda wants you working for her and Lenore gave her endorsement. I know Lenore could not best you physically. Are you telling me Lenore outsmarted you? Somehow she subverted your plans?"
Sherrie's ego could not bring herself to admit she had been outmaneuvered. She blushed as she said, "Lenore pointed out details from our relationship over the years. I confessed my love. You own my ass, Boss, but she owns my heart. I promise to do whatever I can to be a good slave, a good woman from now on. Please don't sell me. I really do want to stay here." Sherrie began to tremble as tears coursed down her face. I could tell she did not want to grovel but it was a near thing.
"Lenore asked me to buy you." I said. "Actually she insisted. I'll keep you as long as you behave. That means you never break Lenore's trust nor MINE."
"Oh, I won't, Sir. Thank you!" she gushed. She reached to hug me and froze unsure what she should do. I held out my arms. A minute later I thought she was going to squeeze me to death. I'd seen movies about how pythons kill their prey. This muscular Amazon's hug was just as strong. Just as I wondered if I'd ever be able to breathe again, she turned loose and kissed me on the mouth. "I'll be the very best slave I possibly can! The very best woman for you! I'll be totally loyal forever!" she pledged. She turned abruptly and left my shop. Time would tell how she'd honor her pledge.
During supper everybody tried to act as if a nude slave with rings piercing her anatomy was a normal sight. At least nobody mentioned it verbally. I caught several of the girls staring at the nipple rings as they ate. Sherrie of course was aware. At first she blushed with the embarrassment. Midway through the meal she caught Lenore's eye and smiled widely. Then she rolled back her shoulders and pushed her tits out as if to say, "Yep! Here they are! Take a good look." I winked at her. She smiled back.
Sonya outlined her plans to start baking pies, cookies and other treats for Christmas over the upcoming week. I told her to plan to cook enough so she, Rene and Carol could take some to their families. I also wanted her to check with the Hacienda to see if they'd like a few pies as well. "I already did. We discussed it yesterday. Caroline said they have it covered." she replied. I thanked her.