Chapter Two--Home, Sweet Home
Finally the long drive back to Boise was over. Wendy hadn't spoken once in seven hours. I didn't worry, since I knew she'd been trained to speak to men only when spoken to. I wasn't anxious for her to ask a lot of questions at this point, anyway. The inevitable realizations would be much easier to handle once the drive had ended.
I turned onto Warm Springs Avenue and then down the side road that would lead to the back driveway of my Boise base of operations. This was what you'd call a "Stately Home." Not quite big enough to be a mansion, it was a white colonial-style house, three stories plus a basement and attic. After I'd finished remodeling it to suit my needs, it had ten bedrooms and seven full bathrooms, and stood on a four-acre plot of elegant green lawn. Best of all, the entire property was surrounded by a fifteen-foot high wall of red brick. Two-hundred-year old trees added even more privacy to the scene. Now, at one in the morning, the accent lights in the flowerbeds along the house and driveway glowed softly. Most of the windows on the second and third floors showed light behind the heavy shades, creating a warm and inviting picture as I triggered the electronic gate sensor and drove forward, the gate closing silently behind me. I stopped the car at the head of the U-shaped driveway and unlocked the doors.
"Wendy, this is your new home. I realize you're probably frightened and confused right now, but I want you to remain silent a little while longer. All your questions will be answered once we get you settled in properly." Wendy was a good, obedient girl and followed me in the back door, which opened into the large, gleaming kitchen.
One of the suites on the main floor was dedicated to the use of my full-time chef, a portly genius by the name of Brian. The kitchen was his domain, although it was too late for Brian to be around. He was probably busy with the girl I had assigned him full time, as he possessed a huge appetite for all of life's little pleasures. So it was just Wendy and me in the echoing space, surrounded by the hard gleam of stainless steel appliances and flooring, and the softer glow of polished copper from the pots and pans hanging everywhere. I closed and locked the door, setting the outside motion and perimeter alarms as I did so. Next I pressed a small button on the intercom system to summon Juana, one of my other girls.
"Wendy, just have a seat on that stool there while we wait for Juana to arrive. She'll be helping you settle in and get used to my routine." Wendy did as told, moving somewhat gingerly. I could tell the chastity belt was starting to chafe, and she probably needed to use the bathroom as well, since we hadn't stopped on the way home.
I enjoyed the sight of her sitting with her legs slightly spread. She'd kept her knees together and her feet demurely crossed at the ankles all the way home. I had a sudden vision of her tied spread-eagle on my bed, face blushing red, crying and straining helplessly to close those muscular thighs. It was all I could do to restrain myself from dragging her to my suite right away. But there were procedures to be followed, procedures I had developed into an art form over the last ten years. I was not going to ruin this prime piece of ass by rushing her at the start.
Just then, Juana appeared in the doorway to the small formal dining room. Juana was a tall, thin, half-Hispanic woman with waist-length black hair, an athletic form, and large, artificially enhanced breasts. Tonight she was wearing a long silk wrap-around robe in a lovely shade of burgundy. I watched Juana's eyes narrow appraisingly as she eyed the travel-worn, but still attractive girl perched awkwardly on the barstool. "Juana, this is Wendy. She's from Utah, and I purchased her today. Her "bride price" was $4,600 all told. Now, I want you to take her to the Rose Room, and get her all settled for the night. You know the drill. We'll decide specific duties for Wendy tomorrow."
Juana looked at Wendy somewhat pityingly after hearing the high price I had paid...she herself had cost a mere $2000, a debt that had been repaid long ago. Juana stayed on voluntarily now, and she was my chief trainer and a wealthy woman in her own right. She was also very good at her job, as Wendy would soon discover. "Wendy, Juana is in charge of my household. I expect you to obey her just as you would me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, I understand." Juana beckoned, and Wendy followed obediently, if a little stiffly. Her eyes were still modestly downcast, and I wondered if she'd even noticed the splendor through which she passed. Probably not. She seemed to be concentrating on walking without wincing. Fortunately the Rose Room was on the ground floor, adjoining my suite and across the hallway from Chef Brian's suite. All the other bedrooms were on the second and third floors. Wendy would be moved to one of them after her training was complete, but for now, she didn't have far to walk.
I moved hastily through the dining room and down the hall to my own suite, where I flipped a variety of wall switches and settled happily into my large leather recliner to watch the show. As soon as I clicked the remote to turn on my flat-panel television, I could see and hear all of the action in the Rose Room. I selected the bathroom camera first, as I was sure that would be Wendy's most pressing need.
Sure enough, Juana and Wendy were standing in the bathroom, which was luxurious by anyone's standards. I'd had college dorm rooms that were smaller, and that's not even taking into account the space used by the Jacuzzi tub and double shower. There was a toilet, a bidet, the standard sink and a separate vanity table with professional-quality makeup lights. There was also a small walk-in closet, not that it usually held much. But those of my girls who liked to accumulate clothing were certainly permitted to do so. I wondered whether Wendy would turn out to be the acquisitive type. Time would tell. For now, I wanted to hear what was going on, so I turned up the volume.
