Or sometimes you just don't see it coming!
It really would help you understand what has happened so far in this story if you read the preceding parts before you read this; it would make everything more sensible. This is a fiction; all of the characters are made up, except that some of the characters are based vaguely on real people. Oh and they're all over 18. Enjoy!
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A week ago I was working as the planning manager at a medium sized company, when I discovered that I had inherited my grandfather's estate -- a shit load of money, property, his business portfolio and his submissives. Yes, you heard that right, Grandfather John was a Dom and he dominated my mum and my gran so by inheritance I became their master. After a busy weekend being introduced to the Dom-Sub side of things I was now getting to grips with the business side of things.
My weekend had been immense! From tying my mum up and fucking her bent over a saw horse, to whipping my gran and having her suck my cock while I was on Facebook. Fucking in the shower, shagging in the bath, whipping in the playroom, bondage in front of the fire -- it was like we were new lovers -- which I suppose, in a sense, we were. I had discovered that my gran is a great fuck, she loves to climb on and wrap her muscular legs around me and she has great control over her muscles, as well as a will of iron. My mum is a good fuck too but her strength is that she is world class at oral. Both of my lovely women exist to serve and in that service is their pleasure. Of course that puts pressure back on me, but I reckon if it carries on like this it's going to be well worth it.
That Monday morning I got up and showered. I figured that it was a business day so I wore what I'd normally wear for the office -- shirt and tie and trousers rather than jeans. I wasn't expecting to leave the house so didn't wear a jacket.
I entered the kitchen to find the place full. After it just being the three of us it was a bit of a shock. Mum and gran were there obviously, both of them clicking round the kitchen space in heels and business suits. There was a smaller woman serving coffee that immediately went back to the cooker and started grilling bacon and frying eggs.
The rest of the crowd was made up of five other women, each very different but good examples of professional business women. Have you ever walked into a room full of women and its gone quiet, absolutely and immediately silent?
Oh Yes! Not one of the best feelings. Eight pairs of eyes looked at me. Two pairs with some pride and love, one pair waiting for instructions and the remaining five pairs with a strange mix of curiosity and wariness.
"Good morning Michael," Gran greeted me, "Ladies, Michael." She introduced us, "Michael this is Judith, Laura, Michelle ("Call me Shell") and Katherine with a K. The JE Group management team. This is Philippa; she will be your PA. And last of all Pauline, she wants to know what you want for breakfast."
Nods and handshakes all round. It was all very tentative. I have to admit they were a very impressive group of women. I'd met a lot like them. They would be very good at doing what they did and as good as any man. They dressed elegantly professional, or was that professionally elegant?
Judith -- tall, dark and olive skinned, long, loosely curled, black hair - fitted cut, grey slacks, and a dark blue man's shirt. Dark polished wooden bracelets and a necklace made of beads of the same dark wood.
Laura, short, a size twelve, long blond hair, square cut fringe, very young looking -- but with a steel grey gaze, that was quite off-putting. She wore a dark blue suit, with the jacket on the back of a chair and a white blouse.
Call me Shell - dark pencil skirt, grey blouse, incredibly high shoes and eye-poppingly elegant, dark glossy hair, a dazzling smile with a cute over-bite and a long, long pony tail.
Katherine with a K -- black designer jeans, bags of old gold and an off-the-shoulder top, her hair was blonde and cut so it was longer on one side. Devastating smile but the smile didn't come out that often.
Finally Philippa, the person I would surrender my business life to. Pretty, very pale blonde, older than the others, dark grey, pin stripe trousers, white blouse, nice bum, antique silver jewellery and piercing blue eyes.
I was just taking all of this in when the cook - Pauline -- presented me with bacon, eggs and sausage, coffee and toast. As she leaned over to put the plate down I swear she murmured "Tough house, boss!" before she walked away. I did know what she was saying though. Our weekend was over and it was back to work.
I waited till everyone had coffee and had been provided with something to eat. It was just after eight thirty. "What time are the lawyers due?"
Philippa checked her tablet. "That would be ten thirty."
"Right then," I looked at mum and gran, "Team meeting! I want to know who you are and what you do.
Introduce yourselves and tell me about yourself. Starting with you Philippa?"
"My name is Philippa Jackson, but most of my friends call me Pip. I worked for your grandfather, I've been Elizabeth's PA for most of the last three years and for the last three months I have been getting things ready for your twenty fifth birthday and making sure it all goes smoothly."
"What do you do when you're not in work?"
"I have a three year old son, and I ride horses."
"Judith?"
"Judith Holmes, I'm an accountant. I have been with the group ten years and my specialty is forensic accounts. I run, and I'm getting ready for the London Marathon."
"Your first?"
"Third."
"Time?"
"About two hours fifty."
"Nearly elite times? Nice!" A smile of satisfaction crept into her eyes. "Laura?"
"Laura Roberts - I'm your head-hunter."
"Personnel?"
"I like the term Human Resources, started with the company ten years ago, and worked with John, been head of the HR for about three years. I travel."
"Where was the last place you visited?"
"My boy friend and I rode motorcycles down the west coast of the States from Seattle to San Diego."
"Cool!"
