Master of the Road, page 12
She responds, “These are custom fit, Lord. They are cut to fit the staff here, but I’ll have them made specifically to her proportions.”
All throughout the rest of the fashion show, Bernadette and I discuss the merits of the different garments and color choices as she squirms in my lap. Somehow, my hands keep finding her plush breasts and ass under the robe.
I end up selecting mint green, pale orange, pale yellow, tie-dye gray, and salmon varieties of the jumpsuit. I suspect that’s going to become Darcie’s outfit for daily wear. The little magnetic clasp behind the neck is unique; the possibilities are enticing.
Darcie then models a variety of cocktail dresses and formal gowns. I settle on a little black dress with spaghetti straps that clings to her figure and almost reaches mid-thigh. I also decide on a pale orange sweater dress that barely covers her tushy and makes Little Jack stir despite his fatigue. It has a cutout in the front that starts at the top of her breasts and continues down to nearly halfway between the bottom of her breasts and her navel. The back is completely cut-out. I swear I can see most of her sacrum as she struts back in her FMPs. Darcie gives it a little tug just before stepping behind the curtain. Yeah, I can see her crack, all right. That’s a gotta-have even if I don’t let her wear it anywhere but home and Bernadette’s. I also get her a pale blue silk one that’s only slightly more modest. The final cocktail dress is a simple white cotton affair—a very short, long-sleeved frock with a boat collar. I like the cut, but the fabric looks like a bedsheet.
I look questioningly at Clarice. She says, “This is just a prototype, Lord. It also comes in a cowl neck that shows more cleavage. The actual garment will be in cashmere. Based on your preferences, I’m recommending a pale pink in this boat neck version, and maybe a dove gray in the cowl neck.”
I go with that, and Darcie glides out wearing a slinky maxi dress made of a lightweight navy silk with silver filigree. It’s interesting because it has a long sleeve on one side and a bare arm on the other. The hem on the side of the sleeve is split nearly to her hip. Darcie follows that piece with a classic forest green gown that looks like a style directly from the 1940s—clean lines, a short train, and clinging in all the right places. I end up taking them both.
Darcie also models a variety of business suits and dresses in lightweight wool, silk, and knits. I end up getting six outfits, as I figure she’s going to have quite a few days filling the role of my personal assistant on business trips, starting on Thursday.
After Darcie has finished modeling the business suits, Bernadette dismounts my lap, dons her robe, and struts back to the screen. Viktorija smiles at her mistress and hands her a stack of boxes; two small boxes sit on top of a pair of ten-inch square boxes. Bernadette says something, and Viktorija shakes her head. Candice appears and squats in front of Bernadette. She proceeds to rapidly clean her mistress with her mouth. When she’s satisfied, she disappears behind the screen, and Bernadette walks back to stand at my left shoulder.
That’s when Darcie shows up in her final outfit. It’s a lacy basque outfit like the other ladies have been wearing. Darcie’s is pale orange. She has on white stockings that are being held by the garter of the basque. Her hair is pulled back from her temples and held with golden bar clips. She looks cute and sexy as hell.
I expect her to do a model turn when she arrives in front of me. Instead, she holds my eyes, kicks out of the FMPs, and crawls onto the ottoman. She sits back on her heels on top of the large footstool with her legs splayed enough to show me the dew gathering in her lacy panty. At that point, Clarice, Candice, Viktorija, and Vanessa strut out in their own basque outfits of cream, red, and forest green, respectively. Viktorija is wearing a pastel green version that quite honestly has me second-guessing my decision not to fuck her. A look in her eyes reminds me I don’t want to go down that road.
Clarice takes the two small boxes from the top of the stack her mistress is carrying. Bernadette sets the larger boxes on the ottoman between Darcie and myself before lifting the lids off each box. Nestled inside each box is a collar. The one to my right is made of a slim, braided black leather. The one on my left is a slender metal band made from ultra-flat coils of metal.
Bernadette points to the left one. “This is a new model. It’s designed in such a way that if you hang a heavy pendant like this…” she says, plucking an oblong pendant from a box that Clarice offers, with Darcie’s name inscribed on it, “...it will open a little to create concentric circles with just a little space. It may look more like jewelry, but the coils are spring steel. You have to want to take it off to remove it. Darcie would have to cut it. She won’t be able to get the leverage with it around her own neck.”
I nod. “Perfect.” Clarice picks it up and slides the medallion onto the outermost coil with help from Viktorija. Then she hands it back to me. Bernadette stands.
I inspect the other side of the pendant. It says ‘Jack’s pet.’ “Perfect,” I mutter again. I show both sides to Darcie and her eyes saucer as she gives a little whimper.
I stand and hook my fingers inside the collar. I notice each coil is more like a wire than a leaf spring. They’re so thin I don’t believe it’s as strong as Bernadette indicated—until I pull on it. It’s solid. I’m about to get a workout.
I start shimmying the coils back and forth as I pull the coils outward into a bigger circle. Then, I slowly lower the circle over Darcie’s head. “Darcie Marie Conroy, I have accepted your surrender, and I make it official by placing my collar on you. You belong to me. The pendant on this collar declares you as my pet. That is exactly what you are. This is your last chance to reconsider for the next three months. What say you, Pet?”
“Make it permanent, Master. I don’t need three months,” Darcie responds solemnly.
I counter, “Nevertheless, you will have it because it is my wish. Is that clear, Pet?”
She nods slightly as she stares into my eyes. “Yes, Master. Please collar me.”
I continue to shimmy the coils as I slowly let them tighten around Darcie’s delicate flesh. I slide my fingers out of the circle to leave about a half-inch of room around Darcie’s neck. The pendant hangs about an inch lower than the inside coil. It’s a beautiful effect.
I step back and declare, “It is done. Darcie Conroy, you belong to me.”
Darcie looks up from the pendant she’s holding with both hands. The side that declares her as my pet faces outward, and she flashes me a brilliant smile with glistening eyes. “Thank you, Master.”
Bernadette says, “Darcie, please stand. Candice, take her place.” Both ladies look surprised, but do as they’re told. Bernadette hands me another pendant. One side says ‘Candice,’ and the other side says ‘Jack’s Plaything.’ I look at Bernadette and hand the pendant back to her with a nod.
Bernadette strings the leather collar through the pendant. She stands next to Candice and drops the pendant over her head. “Candice, I am granting you a boon. You’ve made so much progress these last few months with both your emotional health and your studies. You’re making good progress on fulfilling your commitments. You are an integral part of this household. As a reward for the improvement of your attitude and the work you put in to make this a successful défilé de mode, I am collaring you with this pendant that declares you as Jack’s plaything. You get this evening off to spend with your lord and his lady. You will return with Darcie tomorrow to resume your duties. Am I clear?”
The petite Asian treasure answers, “Yes, Mistress.” She pauses a moment. “Mistress, Viktorija did most of the work. I just helped. She deserves a reward instead of me.”
Benadette cups Candice’s face and bends over to rub her nose on Candice’s. “All of the ladies and gentlemen that helped will get a reward. My job is to ensure that each is rewarded with something that means as much to them as this does to you. Don’t you fret, darling.”
Candice’s eyes leak as she smiles at her mistress. Bernadette stands and nods to Viktorija and Clarice as I kiss Candice. They hurry back to the enclosed space, and Clarice returns quickly with capes to wrap around my two playmates. Viktorija follows, with the hangers that hold my clothes. Tanu, Cindy, and Chantelle all follow along.
I dress quickly and wrap Bernadette in a hug. “Thank you, Bernadette. You have given us a wonderful experience. I treasure it, and I treasure you.”
I kiss her again, and move around the salon to pass out kisses to all the other ladies. Tanu is more energetic about it than I expected. I’m definitely going to spend some time with her in the future. I hold Chantelle tightly before I murmur in her ear, “She’ll be back daily for the next two days. She’s looking forward to spending some time with you.” I see Bernadette nodding, so I’m confident it will happen. I forgot about how keen a succubus hearing is. I move on to kiss Clarice and Viktorija on the cheek. Then, my ladies grab my arms, and I lead them out of the bordello with them still donned in their delicious attire.
I seat them both in the back seat of my SUV. “You two girls play nice back here, clear?”
Candice pouts prettily with a “Yes, Daddy” while I get the expected “Yes, Master” from Darcie.
I point a finger at Candice. “I will spank you, Candice.”
That earns me a breathless, “Yes, Master.”
I nod. “Better.” Then I wink at her, and both ladies giggle as they fasten their seatbelts.
I mount up and start the CRV, then pass my phone to Darcie. “Pet, put together an order from Greek Palace. Chicken shawarma and gyro salads, dolmas, hummus, and a baklava for each of us. We’ve definitely burned enough calories for dessert, don’t you think so?”
Both ladies agree as I pull onto the street.
The drive back to the carriage house is uneventful. We pull into the garage, and I get out to open the back door.
“Hand me your capes and panties, ladies. We’re home, so it’s your mission to show me your beautiful little bodies, decorated for my pleasure. No cover-ups until I give you permission.”
Candice steps out first, unfastening her cape and laying it across my arm before bending forward at the waist to remove a very damp panty. She hands it to me as she steps past me. A sodden orange panty flies toward me right before Darcie slides to the edge of the seat.
Headlights pull into the driveway as Darcie steps out. She takes a big breath in before murmuring, “I don’t have to worry what anyone thinks.” She unbuttons her cape and lays it across my arm before she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.
“Good girl, Darcie. Please take Candice to the master bath, so you can both freshen up for dinner.”
She flashes me a beautifully bright smile and sashays toward the house door, hooking Candice’s arm in passing.
I turn to face the car that has pulled into my driveway. A short Hispanic young man gets out and runs his hand over his head as I stand there holding two capes and two pairs of sodden lace panties. He looks in my direction, shakes his head, and then pulls a large plastic bag out of the back seat before jogging toward me and standing before me in the garage.
He holds the bag out to me as his eyes take in the moist garments in my left hand. He looks up at me and asks, “Did I just see two naked hookers walk into your house?”
“Not hookers, sir. They’re my girlfriends. No money changed hands.” Well, not for this part, at least. I take the bag from him.
His eyes bug. “But...you’re an old dude. How did you manage to catch two hot bitches like that? Are you rich?”
I chuckle in response. “No, sir. I just treat them right and ensure that I meet all their needs. Not calling them ‘bitches’ is a good start.” That startles him a bit. “I prefer to call them ‘ladies.’ It tells them that I respect them, in addition to desiring them.”
“Where’d you find them?” he asks. I can see the envy in his eyes.
I scrunch my eyes a bit as I scrutinize him. He starts to fidget and begins to leave before I answer him. “You treat all the women you meet like valued treasures. Be kind to them whether you like them or not. I don’t mean be a pussy; I mean be kind to everyone, especially the ladies. If they act mean, then remain polite and avoid them. Same applies to men. If someone attacks you, deal with it brutally and efficiently, and then be polite. Be confident in your abilities. Before long, the women you want will notice and come to you. Then you get to choose. It requires patience.”
My advice doesn’t exactly line up with how I met Candice, but I think it does for Darcie. Regardless, it worked well for me over the years and brought Janet to me. I think it’s a winning formula.
The guy looks at me like I’m stoned. Then he cocks his head to the side as I watch to see what he’ll do. Slowly he loses his slouch to stand straight and proud. “Thank you, sir. I’ve been thinking I’m hanging with the wrong crowd. They gave me shit when I took this job. I’m making good money, but the women still aren’t coming around. Gotta have some money or the women won’t come, ya know. Maybe I need to change everything up—my crew, my behavior.”
I give him a gentle nod. “That’s a lot to change. I recommend changing a little at a time. Some of your current crew may even stick with you. Those that don’t are probably holding you back. Be prepared to forgive yourself when you do something you’re not happy about afterward. Apologize genuinely when you hurt somebody. Other than that, be confident in your ability to be who you want to be. You’ll go far.” I pause as he processes my words. “And you’ll meet some really fine ladies,” I add with a grin.
“Uh, okay. Thanks, man. I gotta run,” he says as he backs away and gets in the car.
I reach into my car and use the remote to close the garage.
I pick up the bag and enter the house.
I’m down in the kitchen getting a big pitcher of water and three large glasses to take upstairs.
I’m not sure how I managed to get it up again after the festivities at Bernadette’s, but after dinner, we were sitting on the couch in the living room when my little friend started to raise his head. We downed our wine before I chased the two ladies up the stairs. I managed to fuck each them into a couple of orgasms each while they lay in each other’s arms, making out. Candice got my load, and Darcie was still eating it out of her when I came downstairs to get water.
As I put my foot on the first step I hear a very peculiar ping from my phone, which is sitting on the end table in the living room.
I set the tray on the island before I warily go pick up my phone. The messaging app shows a name I had hoped to never see again.
The last I knew of Monsignor David Lewis, he was stationed in the Washington, D.C. office for the Spiritual Security Department of the Vatican. The Vatican has Department representatives wherever it has a presence, and offices in every archdiocese. Essentially, they’re everywhere. David Lewis was nominated to be a Monsignor for his work to ensure that as many demons and zombies died as possible. Personally, I think he would have preferred that the dead demons took more hunter teams with them. I personally believe him to be the embodiment of all that is wrong with the Church, since the honor of Monsignor is given to someone that embodies Christ-like values. David is just a bloodthirsty son of a bitch. He was my control when I worked for the Church.
His text says simply: ‘call me.’
I mutter, “Well, shit.”
fin
A preview from “Hunter”
I put my phone on the tray and carry it up to my ladies.
Candice is sleeping in Darcie’s arms. Darcie smiles at me and waves. I fill up their glasses with water and set one on Darcie's side, and two on mine.
Darcie murmurs, “She’s adorable, Master, and so affectionate. Why didn’t you just buy out her contract and make her your own?”
“I offered, Pet. She views it as a self-respect issue. At least, that’s what she keeps telling me, and I believe her.” I drink deeply and hold my glass out for Darcie to take a sip. She smiles appreciatively. “The full one is yours, Darcie.” She nods drowsily. “Pet, I need to go make a phone call. Some of the crazy shit I mentioned is raising its ugly head. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Okay, Master. Please don’t be too long. We both want to sleep wrapped in your arms,” Darcie murmurs with a bright smile. Candice nods her head gently from its perch on Darcie’s shoulder.
I reach over and kiss Candice on the cheek before grabbing a quick buss on Darcie’s smiling mouth. I pull on my boxers and a T-shirt before I grab my phone and water glass. I descend the three levels to the basement, stopping enroute to grab my keys. I enter my office and open the gun safe in the corner. I pull out a hefty metal lockbox and place it on my desk. I rummage through the keys on my ring to find the correct one, and I unlock the box. Inside sits a high-end VoIP phone.
I pull out the device and plug a network cable into the router on my desk. I sit there, enviously wishing I had a piece of the Swiss lab that builds these devices while I wait for it to complete its boot-up procedure. Once booted, it connects to the server to confirm it has the latest firmware before finally doing the handshake procedure to get the latest crypto-key. The wait from start to finish is not a short one. When I was active, I plugged it in every morning and let it do its thing while I worked out. I’ve avoided doing that since I’ve retired. After all, why should I have to?
I drain my glass and sigh. Then I pick up the heavy, wired headset and inspect it for tampering before I clamp it on my head. No speakerphone or handset here; these are heavy-duty, secure communications. If that fucker David is just messing with me, I’m going to reach through the microphone and tear his throat out.
I key in David’s access code and press the connect button. He didn’t send a new code, so I assume he still has the same one. Matter of fact, he’s had the same code the whole time he was my control.
I hear a voice answer, “Yes?”
“Hunter,” I respond.
David’s voice sounds much the same, only a little more gravelly from age—and too many cigarettes. He’s in his nineties now, but I suspect he’s been prevailing on one of his necromancers to rejuvenate him and keep him free of the cancers you might contract from chain-smoking for eighty years.
