"Of course, that will come a bit later. We have barely gotten to know each other," finished Rick.
"There's not much to know," replied Rose, "I was a vanilla housewife who thought she was content before being talked into putting myself up as collateral at the Slave Shack, in Vegas."
"And now?" queried Ben.
"I'm not sure. I miss my kids enormously but the rest of it; I'm not sure. The only thing Master Ben asks of me is to cook, do the laundry, and work out. It's a new experience to be kept and this night promises to be one of the most momentous of my life."
"I admire your honesty, slave Rose," said Rick. "Helene and I will do our best to give you the best experience possible."
"I'm soft and slinky in bed, sister," stated Helene, "and My Master Rick is really talented and sensitive."
Rose bolted down her wine.
"I feel like a snail at a cheetah festival!"
Ben laughed, "You're not alone on that score. Marjorie and I were pretty tame, but she did pose in the buff for other artists. I more or less supported that. Right now, I'm a bit intimidated."
"Thank you, Master," said Rose.
"If I may interject," said Rick, "The first sharing is a big step emotionally and physically. It is however a necessary step. Without it and future sharings, you, Ben will fall into old familiar marital comforts and Rose becomes a wife with a collar instead of a ring. She simply cannot be a wife anymore. Even if she becomes the lynchpin of your universe and more adored than your late wife, you have to ensure she remains a slave. You are her Master in every sense. To this point, the two of you have essentially been role-playing. Tonight is the first step for both of you to fill your proper roles. Now after dinner, we'll get to know each other. We are going to start slow."
Rose and Ben nodded. There was much wisdom in the plain man's words.
The conversation continued through dinner, but it was convivial and ordinary to have occurred at any first-time dinner of a possible new friendship.
After dinner, Rose helped Helene clear the table and load the dishwasher before everyone settled down to a game of Pictionary. Helene was Ben's partner and Rose was paired up with Rick.
Not surprisingly, Ben's drawings resembled architectural renderings. Helene easily deduced what he was striving for. Rick had a busy, sketchy style that resembled business flowcharts. Helene had a skilled amateur's hand. Rose felt hopeless. Art was something other people did. She loved to visit museums but had no personal ability. Her figures looked like a deranged Gumby and her devices were loops and swirls. At the end of the contest, Rose had the lowest score. Ben ceded enough of his points to Rick, to put the investment banker in charge.
"Thank you for the gift of points, Master Rick. That calls for a reward."
He paused a moment before continuing.
"Helene, my dear, slide onto Mater Ben's lap and grace him with a dozen deep passionate kisses."
Rose watched as the beautiful redhead obeyed her master and presented Ben with an incredibly sensual kiss.
"One!" gasped Helene in a breathy voice.
Rose was unsure of her emotions as she watched Ben and Helene suck face. She had lived with Ben long enough to have a familiarity with him and to understand that he was, at heart, an honest and caring guy who treated her well. Was she jealous? No, that was not the right word. It was more along the lines of emotional curiosity about where things might lead.
Rose glanced at Master Rick as things got very steamy between Ben and Helene.
"Twelve!" she said with a heavy sigh. Rick spoke once more.
"We have dealt with the reward for excellent play and sportsmanship. But what does such a poor showing and inartistic display by our brunette guest warrant?"
Rick looked at Rose with a twinkle in his eye.
"On your feet, slave!"
Rose stood up.
"Take her dress and shoes Helene."
"With pleasure, Master!"
Helene rose from her position on Ben's lap. His stiffy was quite prominent when Helene stood up. She crossed the short distance to Rose and planted a brief kiss on her lips. Helene tasted like Ben, thought Rose abstractly. Helene then reached behind Rose and undid the zipper on her little black dress. It gapped and then slid down Rose's trim frame. Ben had splurged for some superlative and supremely lacy and sexy black underthings for the evening. Both Helene and Master Rick appreciated the gesture.
As Rose stepped out of her cast-off dress, Helene bent and removed each of Rose's heels. Helene then gathered up the dress and shoes and presented them to Rick who placed them on a table.
"You certainly are a beautiful woman, slave Rose."
"Thank you, Master Rick."
Helene realized she was blushing even though currently she was wearing more than she did to the beach. Somehow, this exposure recalled the night of the senior prom. After the dance's conclusion Rose and her date snuck away to a hotel. In their room, Rose wriggled out of her dress. Her date that night wore the same appreciative look as Master Rick. Suddenly, she was eighteen and virginal again.
"Now, you need to sit on my lap and endure a dozen penalty kisses."
"Yes, Master Rick."
