The Agreement Ch. 02

The Agreement Chapter 2

Ron's Story

As I left Steve and Tina to make a tough decision, I had a big smirk. My desire, no, my fantasy would finally be fulfilled. Not just one night, but one weekend a month for a year. Well, maybe six months.

Steve has a sort of sixth sense. He's driven. I'm sure he'll figure out who has it out for him. No, it wasn't me. I am just taking advantage of the opportunity in front of me.

If bargaining doesn't work, money usually will. So, I put up the money to buy Steve time. If Carol is right about Tina, then I'm going to enjoy myself while Steve finds out who's stealing money from me.

Hopefully, Steve will clear his name, and I'll get my money returned to me. Worst case, I'm out 1.5 mil, but enjoy spending time with Tina over the next year. To me, that is well worth it.

I come from a wealthy family. My brother, sister, and I grew up in a loving family. We thought we were an upper-middle-class family. We would joke that our dad spoiled Mom. Mom always seemed to have the nicest things, and Dad would never say no to her. We didn't think we were rich.

They would go on occasional vacations together, but we thought it was work-related, and mom was just going along on the company's dime.

"Mom probably sucks good dick," My brother and I would look at our younger sister and shake our heads. "What? You know you two are thinking the same thing. That's probably how mom gets whatever she wants." Our sister was always a little outspoken. No filters.

Dad always told us that our grandparents did well for themselves, and the country club membership was their gift to us. There was truth to that. But it wasn't just our grandfather, it was generations of grandfathers who had done well for themselves.

Dad was grooming us for success, but we didn't realize it at the time.

My brother and I learned to play golf and our fourth was always someone of

"Doesn't matter how good you are, sometimes you have to lose," my dad would tell us.

Dad was teaching us how to make contacts. We also learned what we could and could not say in front of others.

Dad knew when to watch what he said to one person and speak freely in front of another. Like Mr. Jackson (Tom), for example. Mr. Jackson was a federal judge and a good friend of Dad's. "No one crosses Mr. Jackson," Dad would say.

"I'd love to bang that beer cart girl," Mr. Jackson would throw money her way just so she would swing by more often.

Jokingly, my dad would say "my boys have a better chance than you do Tom. Hell, I have a better chance than you."

Mr. Jackson, who was very wealthy too, would one day sit me down and explain what having money means. I would learn that his wealth was nothing compared to my family's wealth. My family comes from old money and smart investments.

"Ron, you are a rich man and well-educated." Mr. Jackson said. "Use your brain, use your charm, and only use your money when you need to. Stay out of trouble and you can be a successful man. And Ron, always remember to help others along the way. It's good to have people that owe you a favor.

Someday, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me." I had no idea what Mr. Jackson was talking about.

"The Godfather. Steve, don't tell me you've never seen The Godfather?

I had but I didn't remember every line in the movie.

It wasn't until after my brother, sister and I were in college, there were two years between each of us with my sister Lisa the youngest, and Brian in the middle that we learned the truth. We were rich as fuck, but Dad didn't want to spoil us like he did Mom.

Kelner is a common name of German, Dutch, Scottish, and England descent. I knew our family history, so I thought. We were from the Netherlands.

My father was an only child and so was his father and his father before. Dad and Mom wanted a bigger family. My brother, sister and I were each born with blond hair and a variation of blue eyes. Being attractive made us popular.

Our family settled in America in the 1800s. Where our money came from, even to this day is a mystery, our grandfather would tell us. But our family was vested in property, businesses, stocks, and bonds.

We weren't above the law. But our money made sure we were. When we were of age. College age. My grandfather told us some of our family stories. Living on Long Island New York, the stories during Prohibition were our favorite.

"Illegal alcohol had a high-profit margin, and the profits were pouring in. Speakeasies, gambling joints, whorehouses full of alcohol, and distilleries all hidden within the city limits. And where there's alcohol and money to be spent, there's hookers."

"Get your mind out of the gutter," Grandma would say."

"The cops found the distilleries," my grandfather continued," but the alcohol would still find its way into the city."

The five organized crime families were created amongst the cities, boroughs, and towns of New York, during prohibition. I know you've heard of them all. The Bonnanos, the Gambinos, the Genoveses, the Colombos, and the Luccheses, were all interested in the profits from prohibition.

Long Island and its adjacent waters were a smuggler's dream. Extending 118 miles from New York Harbor to Montauk, Long Island contained more than 1,600 miles of shoreline. Fleet ships transporting liquor were eager to supply thirsty New Yorkers. Long Island had plenty of thirsty men and women with money too.

They called parts of Long Island the Gold Coast. Most of the mansions and estates like JP Morgan, F. W Woolworth, the Vanderbilts, Astors, and Whitneys are gone now or turned into something or other."

"Old Westbury Gardens was the estate of John S. Phipps, an heir to the U. S. Steel fortune. Now it's a museum and a botanical garden," Grandma said, "Your mother's taken you kids there when you were younger. I'm sure there were school trips there too.

Just like trips to Sagamore Hill. Teddy Roosevelt's house in Oyster Bay."

"The point is," Grandpa continued, "those mansions held a lot of dirty secrets. Those secrets were kept within social circles. No one wanted to be embarrassed, and divorce was unheard of. Even if you caught your husband sucking another man's dick! The wives would just find some young stud to fu..." Grandpa looked at my sister with embarrassment.

"That's okay Grandpa, you can say suck dick, lick pussy, or plain old fuck. I've heard it all." My sister encouraged our grandfather to continue and speak freely. But Grandma gave my sister a look.

"Our family was there. We weren't rich like Vanderbilt, Phills or Pratt. But we were still accepted into their social circle."

We were amazed to hear about our family history. But where our wealth came from was still a mystery that I wish I knew. Maybe we would never know, but we still enjoyed our grandfather's stories.

"Our money survives the depression. Stocks plummeted and the value would not return for years to come. But real estate was a different story. Everyone needed a place to live and a building for their business as time improved.

It's about time your father let you know how rich you are. But don't be little pricks just because you have money."

"Grandpa," Lisa asked, do we have any cousins in America?"

It was Grandma who responded. "You might. Your family tree has some strong roots."

We all looked at Grandma. "There are stories about your great great grandfather and the women that worked around the house. His wife found a lover too. Oh hell, even your great-grandfather cheated on his wife a few times.

Your great-grandmother put up with him. She didn't come from money and would struggle to make ends meet. There was a 10-year age difference between our grandparents. And your great-grandfather was still able to find someone younger to fool around with."

"Because he had a big dig, just like me." My grandpa said and we all laughed.

"Oh my God," Grandma said, "stop talking like that in front of your granddaughter.

Grandma continues, "She once told me 'He was a good man, but he loved the woman. He never embarrassed me, so I let him have his affairs.'

What did I tell you?" She looked at Grandpa.

"If I ever cheated on you, you'd cut my balls off." That got another laugh out of us.

I took after my great and great great grandfather. I had a weakness for the women too. When I was way at college, it wasn't only the students I was fucking. I loved sex. Much more than a normal guy did, and the woman loved me too.

Who could resist a tall, well-built blond-haired blue-eyed man?

It was also at college that I met Lana Daily. She loved sex just as much as I did. But she got off on being withheld from orgasm. I would learn that it is called Erotic Sexual Denia edging is another term. But denial, is much more. I enjoyed withholding orgasm from women just as much as do bringing them to orgasm. I would spend hours teasing Lana. "Strap me to the bed." She would beg me.

"Fuck me, Ron!" Those were the words I loved to hear. Not just once. I wanted to hear women beg and plead for me to fuck them. That's what I got off on.

I would leave Lana tied to her bed and walk away. A tiny bullet vibrator in her pussy. Just enough to excite her but not let her come to full orgasm. I would have to gag her from crying out. We didn't want the dorm director checking in on us.

I also would learn that all women enjoy a little sexual denial. Not to the extent that Lara enjoyed it.

Once I learned that I was rich, that's when I realized what a woman would do for money and my fetish did more than just continue, I found new ways and toys to use to deprive women of their pleasure.

During a dry spell, I visited a fetish club or two to satisfy my desire.

It was an addiction, and I had no problem finding women online or paying if I had to. It's like watching porn; you want more. It may start with straight sex. But you need more. You start to look at other genres. I guess it was similar for me. I tried to find new and creative ways to bring women to the point of orgasm and then denial.

There are plenty of stimulation devices to help me too.

Let's be clear. I had no interest in being denied orgasm. While women were being denied, they were giving me pleasure. Oral pleasure.

Was I a Dom? No, but I did enjoy the sensation of being in control.

Enough about my fetish for now.

As we reached 25 our trust funds were released to us. If we never wanted to work a day in our lives, we didn't have to. My sister didn't. My sister was content being a rich as fuck housewife. She married the guy she had been dating all through college. He's a financial advisor and works for our dad's company.

He knows how rich my sister is. He also knows that he will never touch a penny of her money without my dad's approval.

It's what my sister wanted. Or maybe it was my mom's influence over her.

"Honey, men can be cheating bustards. They know how to get into your pants and make you theirs. Women do stupid things when they are in love or think they are. You make that man sign a prenuptial agreement. If he truly loves you, he'll sign. Give control of your money to your father."

I don't think my dad cheated on my mom but based on some of her comments over the years... who knows. Maybe Dad had a thing for the women too.

Maybe that's why Dad gave Mom anything she wanted, guilt.

My brother is just as conservative as our dad. You would think my brother was poor. He always loved construction and building things. Now he has his own home improvement company.

My brother married a woman just like our mom. Whatever my mom wanted Dad gave her. My brother gives his wife, Mary, whatever she wants too. He drives a pick-up truck for work and has an SUV for the family. His wife drives a convertible Mercedes.

Maybe Mary gives good head like my mother did or still does. I'm going to hell just thinking like that.

My brother's wife has him wrapped around her finger. My sister and Mary enjoy the country club, the spa, and lunches while their husbands are at work and kids in with the sitters.

Mary can spend as much as her monthly allowance will allow. But she will never cheat on my brother. Her prenuptial pretty much leaves her penniless and, on the street, if she ever cheats on my brother. The kids would be the sole custody of my brother too.

Don't get me wrong, my sister-in-law is a great girl and funny too. As for their two kids, my brother will put them to work as soon as they are old enough to swing a hammer.

Mary will have no say. My brother wants their kids to be raised the way we are. Mary will do as my brother wished when it comes to their kids, or he'll take away her allowance.

My sister and I are far from conservative. My sister receives distributions from her trust fund and lives in a 5-bedroom mini-mansion just like I do.

We have no problem spending money. We enjoy our country club lifestyle and fancy cars. Nothing but the best restaurants for us.

I also invest my money wisely. Dad made sure I didn't fuck up as I was learning. I have a team of advisors to help me.

Dad wanted me to come work in the family business. But I wanted to try things on my own first. I graduated from college and was working at an accounting firm. I was making more money in interest from my trust fund than the partners would ever earn. Which was a good thing because the pay sucked.

But I was learning a lot. They call them indirect taxes. Accounting firms were starting to offer new services. These were misunderstood taxes and ever-changing. Sales Tax, Property Tax, Employment Tax, Credits and Incentives, and Unclaimed Property.

It could have been a part-time job for the sales tax collector. They didn't know what they were doing. I eventually started my own business with a lot of help from my dad and Johnathan Thomas, my corporate attorney.

He was a good ten years older than me. My dad insisted he be my partner. "Johnathan will take care of you. He will take care of any legal issues, and contracts and deal with IRS or State."

Tyrone Freely was next to join us a few years later. He had his own business and approached Johnathan, and me. We would have our businesses but share clients.

Just as I was identifying refunds, Tyrone was offering tax planning. It worked out well. Our business has grown and now we have 50 employees. We aren't an accounting firm, so we had no AICPA and SEC independence concerns. Johnathan made sure of that.

Over time, I enjoyed identifying investment opportunities. The business was running itself. Especially when we hired Steve.

But I digress.

Married life for me didn't work out. I was married and divorced. Two kids to show for it. I had a roaming eye for the ladies. I was open and honest with my wife. But I realized I didn't think things through.

"Carol," my now ex-wife, "I want to be open and honest with you. I would like to see other women." I paused. "It would be sex only." I felt I should add.

Carol wasn't happy. I don't know what I was thinking. Well, I know I wasn't thinking, my dick was. My dick had a few women lined up.

"An open marriage? Is that what you want Ron?"

Selfish me, I was thinking Carol would be happy at home taking care of the kids and living the life she had come to enjoy. "Well not really...," I said.

"So, you haven't thought this through have you, Ron? You thought I would just sit at home and wait for you. If the roles were reversed that would make me a... hotwife, wouldn't it? What is it when I guy has sex with other women after telling his wife his plans?"

She waited for my response. But I wasn't sure what to say.

"In your case Ron it would be called divorce."

To be fair, Carol is very submissive. Well, to a degree. Some things were a NO! But I thought she might say yes to this. Maybe it was Grandpa's stories stuck in my head. All the mistresses the rich socialites had. And the men in my family had women on the side.

My wife took the kids and moved in with her parents for a few months before returning. Our marriage was never the same after that. She no longer trusted me.

She knew about my fetish. I didn't hide it from her, and she was happy to play along if it kept me happy. Well, up until I asked to see other women that is. That's when she cut me off. We would still 'make love,' but nothing kinky.

I was discreetly visiting a fetish club.

Carol found out. She hired a PI who now had plenty of pictures and videos. It cost me a lot of money to silence him.

I begged Carol for one more chance. And I was good. It was hard, no pun intended, but I stayed faithful.

Ironically, it was Carol who met someone, divorced me, and got remarried. Jim something or another was his name.

I think it was a rebound marriage. She tried to make a point "FUCK YOU RON! That was the point she made. He was a decent guy, but not right for her.

Carol was under a prenuptial agreement, but I took care of her during the divorce. I was in love with Carol, but I couldn't commit to just one woman. And, she had cut me off. I was in fetish withdrawal.

Carol moved in with Jim. I gave her the cars she drove, alimony, the club membership, and child support. We didn't go through attorneys or linger in the court system.

As I said, my wife remarried, and the kids live with her now. She was happy with her new life. I was happy for her. My only issue was that I was not seeing the kids as much as I would have liked.

I gave in too often. You know, my time with the kids aligned with a trip my ex had planned. Or I would get a last-minute text saying the kids had a birthday party they had to go to. I wasn't around as much as I should have been, and Carol made it harder for me.

But not my mom and dad. Carol would rearrange schedules so my parents could see their grandchildren. My sister Lisa, Mary, and Tina, would meet at the club for lunch most days. The club membership for which I was paying.

I was seeing a few women. I had the fetish club or sometimes I found a woman online who would let me do as I please to her. It's a fetish and more people than you would think are into it.

It wasn't like I was inflicting pain. Well, maybe a little too hard on the nipples or a little rope burn. But I wasn't causing any woman to bleed or call the police on me. So yes, I was happy too.

Did I miss Carol and my kids? I missed my kids, but Carol was really pissing me off.

On occasion I would see Carol and Jim around the club. She looked good. We would talk. I missed her and wished we could have found a way to make our marriage work.

As hard as it was, we moved on, for now.

I was approached one day by a couple I knew from the club (Carl and Jill). They needed a loan. It was the wife who spoke mostly while her husband sat quietly. Carl is a pompous ass, and I never liked him.

After pleasantries, Jill was first to speak, "Ron, we have a proposition for you." A proposition to me meant money.

"Carl and I are looking to invest in a retirement community that is pending final building approvals. I um we have all the documentation, estimated building cost, time frame for completion, estimated revenue to be generated over a 10-year period."

I was impressed. Jill paused to give me a minute. "The bank approved our loan, but it was not as much as we would have liked. The interest rate was also ridiculously high."

"What exactly are you buying into?"

"We have an opportunity to buy the majority interest in the property. They are separate townhomes, and the rent will be regulated. The state is subsidizing the cost under the Housing for Elderly Program."

"Wait, what?" This deal started to sound like a scam.

"It's a program the government is planning to be enacted later this year." Planning to enacted and already enacted are two different things.

"Steve, if I may." Oh, fucking Carl. He always makes himself sound like he is better than others. "We have insider information," he looked at me like I would be impressed.

"Honey," Jill wore the pants in this relationship, "let me explain."

I was wondering how they even approached the bank with

insider information.

"Ron, I can't share who we are speaking with, but it will happen."

"Jill, what is it that you will need from me? Are you asking me to invest with you? Is this some kind of pyramid scheme?"

"No Ron it's..." Jill cut Carl off again.

"Carl!" Jill said sternly but trying not to embarrass her husband. "It's nothing like that. We have money to invest, but we want to purchase the majority interest so we can control the decision-making process and more importantly, negotiate pricing. *The State will release complete control and decision making to us, as majority shareholders, after the first five years."

"Sort of like controlling the HOA?" I said sarcastically.

"Something like that I guess," Jill said with a smile. But I knew there was something more to this.

"And can I have my advisors look into this... or is none of this public knowledge?"

"Um... the development of the project is public knowledge but not the state's funding. But I know your advisors can find anything if they try hard enough."

I gave a smile, "You know I'm going to have to investigate this before I put up any money. And how much money are we talking about?"

"Ron," Carl felt the need to step in again, "$20,000,000."

I looked at Jill completely ignoring Carl. "I will have to look into this investment before I make my decision."

That's when Jill surprised me. Jill is a beautiful woman. What she saw in Carl is beyond me.

"Ron, we. I mean I felt that we should offer you an incentive to at least consider our offer. I mean while you have your advisors looking into our proposal."

With that, Jill handed me a signed Agreement. It was a short one-page agreement. Jill would go on a date with me one Saturday a month as consideration to at least consider their offer.

"That's your copy, Ron."

I looked at Carl, "My wife can go on a date with you. Um... one Saturday per month until we have your decision."

There was no way I could pass up that offer. I read the Agreement again and needed to make a few edits. Turning the pages over, I added what I wanted to be in the Agreement and handed it back to Jill.

"Make these edits, sign, and I will see you at my house next Saturday."

Jill read the edits, and I saw a smile appear on her face.

Saturday afternoon came and so would Jill, eventually.

"Come in Jill. Is Carl with you?"

"No, Carl was not happy with the new Agreement and your changes. He was even less with my changes.

Ron, um. I have heard some.... things. I hope they are true."

The new Agreement read as follows:

The Submissive Agreement

This contract is written to make clear the duties, rights, and obligations of Jill Nowack to Ronald Kelner ("Ron"). From the date of signing, this contract will be in full force and effect for one year.

Submissive Duties and Obligations

I promise to obey the will of Ron. I understand that his decisions will be made with the ultimate care and thoughtfulness for my well-being mentally, physically, and emotionally.

I understand that I must please and pleasure Ron. I will speak respectfully and see to his every need. I will be expected to attend occasional social events that are in addition to our agreed-upon one weekend each month.

I understand and will serve Ron and provide pleasure to him while we are physically together, except for work events, family activities, and other social events that might disrespect my husband in any way.

I understand that Ron may put me in a position where a safe word may be needed. I will use "yellow" as a warning word to request Ron to slow down, ease up, or change direction while continuing the session. I will use "red" to immediately end a scene or session.

I understand that Ron will use implements and tools on me for my or his pleasure.

I understand that Ron may bind me in restraints and use me for sexual gratification.

I understand that at Ron's discretion, he may also punish or discipline me if I disrespect him or do not obey his commands or requests.

I understand that Ron might mark my body.

I agree to spend one weekend each month with Ron from 4:45 p. m. on Friday until Sunday no later than 10:00 pm at which time I will be returned to my husband.

I also agree to accompany Ron to special events he wishes me to attend.

Medical Considerations

Both parties agree to be tested for all common sexually transmitted diseases within one week of the signing of this contract and once a month thereafter. If at any time Tina or Ron tests positive for any STD, this contract will be considered void until further negotiation takes place.

By signing below, both parties respectfully agree to be bound by the terms of this contract for a period of one year.

At the end of one year, this contract may be extended or renegotiated, or Ron and Jill may agree to part ways.

Date________________________

Jill Nowack________________________

What surprised me even more than the Agreement, which was now for one year and not until I made my decision as the original contract states, was Jill taking a collar out of her bag and placing it around her neck. She then dropped to her knees. You can use your imagination to figure out what comes next.

I tried my best to never embarrass Carl around the club. He didn't need my help.

It had been just about six months into our Agreement when I sat down with Jill and my advisors. Documents were signed and $20,000,000 was transferred into the bank account of Property Investors LP, which I was now a partner of.

Jill and I would go on to make more investments together. Jill's contact provided her with solid tips over the years.

As for our first deal together, the old age home, Jill and Carl had no interest in the Retirement home. Within the first few visits, I tortured... No, I pleasured the truth out of Jill.

"Oh, God Ron. This is better than I was told. My God, could we video our time together so Carl can learn from you?"

"No!" Nothing more was ever said.

I had Jill tied to my bedposts. Her legs were wide. I had a strap around her waist to secure her in place. This was one of our normal positions. Another option was the hook on the ceiling of my bedroom. Of course, her nipples were squeezed between clamps. Not too hard, just enough to inflict pleasure not pain. I would tighten them as time passed.

I pulled on the chain that connected to the nipple clamps. "Oh my!" Jill tried to rise but the strap held her down.

With my metal, jagged teeth pinwheel, I rolled the sharp teeth over Jill's body. She moaned at the sharp sensation. Slowly, applying just a little pressure. Roll over Jill's breaths, down her body to her inner thighs. Gently over her clit.

"Oh, God yes. Please more." Jill was in heaven. Just the gentlest touches in a few places can drive a woman insane. Finding the right spot is not difficult.

I could have just used my tongue but what fun with that been when I had so many other toys?

Electric shock sensations they call it. I have a few devices to stimulate various parts of a woman's body. The outside and the inside.

Jill was in heaven, and I thought she might pass out. I watched her eyes roll back. She arched as I released the strap around her waist. It was more than her body could stand as she came over and over. Moving and twisting to be free. She wanted to squeeze her legs together.

I had been slowly playing with Jill for an hour with various toys, but the electronic shock she would come to love most.

Next was an electronic wand. She thought we were done.

"No more! She pleaded."

"Use your colors...."

As the current, tingled over her body. I pulled the chain connecting the nipple clamps. I thought Jill would cum for me again. I sucked on her tits. Biting down but not too hard.

"Tell me about this retirement home?" I gave a zap to her breast.

Soon she was telling me whatever I wanted to hear.

She would sell our shares as soon as the building was complete. But Property Investors LP would receive a substantial fee to manage the property. Jill and Carl had investors lined up.

The three golf courses and two restaurants were phase 2 of the construction plan. They would not be part of the sale. Property Investors LP would have the majority interest in those operations. The yearly fee would be $20,000 with a guaranteed minimum monthly expenditure, golf fee, cart fee, and club activities.

If it were semi-public, the state would pay for the full construction. Semi-public with restrictions, of course. We could dictate the hours open to the public, which golf course and which restaurants.

Jill would throw in a dog park and a few other attractions at the semi-public course, as in only one of the three.

I was enjoying my time with Jill. We would occasionally meet for lunch. I would always insist that Carl join us. It was not to humiliate him. He was a business partner, and I did not want anyone to think differently.

Besides Jill, I had a few women I was seeing, casually. I was already married once and had two children. I wasn't looking for a committed relationship.

Jill's 1st anniversary ended, and she approached me with an Amendment to the Agreement. It was now an open-ended agreement. I occasionally find Jill bound to my bed as she begs me to fuck her.

"Ron, oh God yes yes... use that electric thing!" she would beg.

Jill confided in me that Carl got off on listening to the stories of us together. "Ron, I also like to edge Carl." She said with a giggle. "I bring him to the verge of orgasm just like you do to me, and I walk away."

"Sex with Carl was less than impressive before. But he is a different lover now. My husband tries so hard to reclaim me after you have had your way with me. And you are right, I love sexual denial. I love receiving it and inflicting it on Carl."

Jill and Carl were my first "Clients," I guess I could call them clients. There were more individuals over time who needed some form of assistance. Not all ended up with a wife in my bed.

Jill was bringing us new business to our venture. Carl for the most part stayed away.

One client that I was surprised to find at my door was my ex-wife. Two years after our divorce, Carol needed something from me.

Chapter 3 is coming soon.

Big thanks to Folding for editing my story and adding his comments.

I tend to make changes to my stories after Folding has reviewed them, so if you find any punctuation or spelling errors, they're on me and my dyslexia.