Dana was going crazy, but took no action. I told her to go home and wait for me, and she didn't hear from or see me for 3 days. She wanted to call me. She wanted to leave the house. She wanted to come to me. She wanted to run away and never look back.
It took everything within her to be patient. The small blonde was not a patient person. She was used to moving forward, taking action, being in charge of her own life. Now, however, she had given up control to another. He had subjected her to pain and humiliation. He let others use her.
That thought screamed through her psyche. He had let strangers use her. In addition, he knew many things about her. She had admitted fears and desires, crimes real and imagined and her entire family life. More to the point, she had told him about her sex life in great detail. If there was anything left to be learned about her, she couldn't guess what it could be.
She was spending this day as she had the day before. Pacing, looking out the windows, cleaning, cooking, working out, just anything to occupy herself. She was drowning in self doubt, convinced he was never coming back. Even so, a thin thread of hope said he was coming. This was a test. He was coming. She sat down and cried again.
It wasn't as though I was unaware of what could be going through Dana's mind. I had already made up my mind. She was going to be my partner. That decision would take both of us down a road that would change us forever. I would have to train her and prepare her for a different life, one that she had most likely never considered.
For now though, I had some work to do. I replaced Dana with a new manager, and since I promoted from within, I didn't have to do as much work as I thought I would. The new woman I promoted signed her papers without reading them, and this was my concern. It set me on a course of watching people that signed without considering the effect of what they were agreeing to. I resolved that I'd have to have a few meetings with her.
My priority now, however, was setting up a loss prevention department. We didn't suffer much loss, but I was aware that as we got bigger, it would put more temptation in front of customers and employees alike. Anyone could make a run at exploiting any of our weaknesses. I thought it better to set the bar high, knowing that people can be creative when they're looking to ways to deceive and steal.
Mace was taken through my property. Over the course of the day, he fucked my sister a total of 3 times. She explained the systems to him. Since my mother and sisters often walked around the property naked, I had added to my father's original designs. I had the place locked down. It would have been hard for a fly to land on my property without my knowing about it.
I had some outside help early on. As my situation evolved, I got rid of outside contractors and had 2 very close and trusted friends helping me. I paid them well and made them part of my family. Eventually, the 2 fell in love with each other. That, however, is a different story. I'll tell you that tale sometime. For now, Mace was taken around and my security was explained to him by Jackie.
Through the course of the day, he took notes and asked questions, felt up my mother and ate at our table. Jackie took him shopping, fucked him and bought him a new wardrobe. He couldn't resist having my sister one more time, and he fell into bed exhausted. Jackie slipped out when he fell asleep, wrote me a report on my computer and got ready to go back to school after she dropped Mace off in the morning.
I came in late. I do some of my work after hours at my stores. There are no distractions, and I can review profit and loss, check orders and watch customer service first hand on the video monitors. I like doing this once or twice every week. I have a private door to my bedroom and can come and go without going through the house. My mother checks my bedroom often, and knew that I was home.
I lounged in bed, awake but not ready to get moving. I heard the noises in other parts of the house, and I knew that Jackie and Mace were on their way out. When it was quiet, mom came in with a fresh cup of coffee. She uncovered me and began to suck my cock. She looked up at me and I shook my head. Mom backed away and left the room. Not long after, I caught the aroma of breakfast.
I hadn't had sex to completion in a few days. Saving myself for the encounter I'd be having soon or just relaxing. I could never be sure. I drifted in and out of emotional connections. I had always been looking for someone that would accept this part of me, that I could be fire driven passionate for a time and then slip into a period when I could be aloof. Not a split personality, just timing. There was a switch inside of me that determined a time for work and a time for play.
I got up and went to my office. I scanned the report about Mace; nothing I hadn't expected. I watched them, Mace and Jackie, on the recordings. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. I even watched my mother for a while. She was efficient in a way I couldn't explain. She moved with a quiet grace and seemed to have a flawless internal clock. She could start baking, go down to her treadmill and return to take the finished product out of the oven, beating the timer by seconds.
She kept herself in very good shape. It was in these times that I had to be the most self aware. In my role, I could not soften over sentiment. In conversations, she explained herself in frank terms. She considered herself at her best when she was under control and under pressure. It wasn't during when she felt the best of herself emerge. It was immediately after, when she had endured. She felt a glow that she was unable to explain, when she took all that was delivered and was ready for more. The boxer that gets knocked down many times and gets up to win in the end.
She expected me at my best and worst. She only had respect for people that demanded the best of her. She functioned best with clear lines, clear rules that she intended to break often to feed her desires. Being used sexually, being degraded and being physically punished were at the top of her desires. At the bottom were things that she didn't enjoy, but would push through; isolation, sensory deprivation and a few others. I didn't force her into some of these positions, although I had tested those limits early on.
I felt that at this point, I knew my mother well.
I found myself testing the quality of those around me. I put my sister and my mother in front of the big Samoan. Mace never wavered. He put his training first, listening to my sister and taking notes as they went through their day. Only when they took a break did he indulge himself, and I suspected that was more my sister's desire than his. I got a text that Mace was at the gun range.
I wanted Mace trained to be ready. He would have 3 months of classes ahead of him; self defense, weapons, physical training, surveillance and procedures. I had a surprise for him in his personal training. His training was set up to be on his own time, but when he completed his courses, I thought he would be a great asset. My investment would pay off in more ways than I imagined.
I made a few calls and checked in on the stores. I relaxed for a while. Mom checked on me from time to time. I had lunch outside in the Jacuzzi as I waited for Mace. He had been instructed to be back at the house by noon. Before he arrived, my little sister, Heidi came in. We spoke for a time. Confident that she understood what I wanted, I saw her smile. Heidi was the smallest of the family, but easily the most powerful.
The girl was tiny, but extremely athletic. She played soccer in college, ran cross country, boxed and took judo and karate for fun. She won several tournaments and was a black belt. This was a deadly package. I was proud of her. She was aggressive and thought fast on her feet. It was fun having 2 sisters that were so different. Jackie was the girl next door, all lace and skirts pretty. Heidi was the tomboy, jeans shorts and t shirts.
They both had high sex drives, and enjoyed being with men and women. While they both accepted punishment, they each took it differently. Jackie considered it foreplay. Heidi took it as a personal challenge. Both were vocal in what they wanted, but Jackie liked being on the bottom, opening up to her partner. Heidi liked being pounded from behind with no emotional connection.
Leaving Heidi, I took a shower and got ready to leave. By the time I went back out, Mace and Heidi were already getting started. I hadn't actually told her how to proceed, I just explained what I wanted. I watched her strip. Her nipples stood out when she took off her shirt. She stripped off her shorts and panties, standing in front of Mace in nothing but tennis shoes. She waved her hand in front of her body.
'You want this?'
Mace said nothing, just looking the girl over top to bottom. Heidi turned around slow to give him the full view. Heidi repeated herself.
'You want this?'
Heidi turned again and gave her ass a wiggle before turning back to face him.
'I know you fucked my sister. She is a good fuck. I'm better'.
Mace perked up at this.
'My tits are more sensitive'.
Heidi pinched her nipples.
'My pussy is tighter. My ass, too'.
Heidi played her fingers over her bald pussy lips.
'I suck cock better than Jackie, but not as good as mom'.
Heidi licked her lips.
'Actually, my big sister Jenn in probably the best cocksucker, but she isn't here very often'.
Heidi pulled out a chair and sat across from Mace. She let her legs fall open, giving him a full view of her pussy. She rubbed her fingers over her lips.
'So here is the deal. I expect you to fuck me. A lot. If you don't, I'm going to make fun of you. Kind of my thing'.
Mace had a confused look. Heidi was smiling.
'The rules are simple. You do 1 more push up than me, you can fuck me. You do 1 more sit up than me, I'll suck your dick. You run 1 second faster than me, you can fuck me in the ass'.
I smiled. Only my little sister would come up with something like this. If there was a way to get someone in shape, I think she found it.
'2 hours. Every day. 7 days a week. On my schedule. Agreed?'
