Creek and Bay - Birth of Amanda

The communities of Cardinal Bay and Cardinal Creek, run the same way for 20 years by Gladys Knight, have had control taken recently by Carol Sutton. Re-branding had started months ago and had come up with the simple title - "Creek and Bay".

The residents of these BDSM communities had finished their ritualistic weekend, where Masters and Mistresses (husbands and wives), lost, or gained subs, willingly or unwillingly and coupled up for the next year. They were instructed to go home with their legal partner, make love and immediately abstain a week from sex, reconnecting being present with each other.

The foundational pieces of their new community played out while the principal members found connections back with their spouses after an intense couple of months of exploration.

Mistress FunTashia (Carol Sutton) has an international vision for the brand, and the large complex and the residents, in serving a network of dungeons in the USA and abroad.

This chapter does tie back to the old series, but continues forward

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Brian and Jill

Brian's wife had served as his Mistress since the birth of their twins, taking his infidelity, with a man, out on him, finding how to make their sexualities merge and keep their marriage together. They own three different accounting firms and her dominant/his submissive tendencies were developed during the birth of the two BDSM communities.

Carol Sutton, a young woman helping Gladys Knight and her husband Rylan, by doing the books for the developments, helping them through their own marital issues. She brought in the original "FunTashia" to train them in her style of dominance and submission; the four were excellent students soon adding Mary and Willy Hildebrand.

Twenty years later, Carol, with Gladys, had left for Europe to introduce the Creek and Bay concept to investors, and potential clients, once updates had been done turning the complex and mansion into a high dollar BDSM multi-themed destination.

The week of abstinence, with the spouses ordered to be present with each other, looked different for Brian and Jill who had FunTashia annul their courtship declaring their training, and first year after training, as their time of discovery.

Jill had hung Brian on the "West Wall", feeding him, letting him down three times a day for food, bathroom and a shower, then torturing him, then bringing him to the brink with her mouth, cunt or arse, but not letting him cum.

Rinse, repeat.

They got a call from Europe, and Carol needed Brian's expertise on several conference calls, so they went to the complex, allowing Nikki to move out of her condo above Pedlar's. Nikki let Amanda know she could move in there, with the possibility to buy it in a year.

"When you're done with your calls, come down to the main level," Mistress Jill said. She was dressed in the finest dominatrix wear from Mistress Night's closet. Jill and Brian were going to have to live in their house, but during the week of the month they would reside in Mistress Night's room.

Brian would spend more time there due to business and was shared with the three women left in the complex.

Mistress Jill had been patient giving him three days free, but now that he was about done, she was going to give him two nights of hell and then consummate their marriage as directed by FunTashia. They got to wait until the end, not the beginning, because of his responsibilities with his new bosses, and their relationship of denial before satisfaction.

"Good Boi," she said seeing him naked, laying over a bench waiting for her. She entered the dungeon, heels, stockings, garter, panties, all black, muted red leather covering her torso, cupping her breasts, a matching hood with her mouth and nose cut out, fierce eyes and her hair in a ponytail out of the back.

"Durga, please put him in the stocks," Mistress Jill told the 20 year-old blonde. She was naked except covered eyes; her nipples newly pierced, and a crotchless fishnet one piece, showing everything.

The young woman moved her hand over his arse, grabbing his dick, whispering in his ear. "Wake up, Boi, Mother wants you in the stocks."

Durga's hand found his cock and led him to the bench, bending him over it, hands and neck in the stocks allowing Mistress Jill to close it on him. It was a well-padded set of stocks with good support so he could spend the next 12 hours inside it, until morning.

"Ahhh!" Brian exclaimed over and over The first dozen of hundreds of lashes, with a cane or paddle fell on his naked backside, soon joined by dots of hot wax, that Mistress of Durga administered. The support curled his hips under, with a cut out, so the ladies had access to suck and fuck his cock, but not to conclusion.

Durga turned her wet, plump, pussy lips to his face, backing up and pressing them against his cheek and nose. She began to indiscriminately grind on him; he knew the game to please her. Mistress Jill stood behind him, watching, her face looking at both Brian and her Mistress.

"Please him for a while, I have a guest to attend to," Mistress Jill said, the real reason she was in proper garb. "Don't let him cum and then practice all you want with these devices.

Mistress Jill had talked to FunTashia (Carol Sutton) about an important client, actually a partner of sorts, she said. She had allowed her to break her commitment to her husband.

"He's in his early 70s, really fit and hung, asked for a man, but settled for a woman since all of our top Masters are serving their spouses," Carol continued. "He's really here to look at one of the four houses we have for sale."

His scene was simple. He wanted general light pain to his body, especially his genitals, by a full Mistress or Dominatrix, who will then take his cock and start riding him, then he'll reverse it into some hard fucking and in turn, light torture.

She entered the room they had set up just off of the main complex rooms. It was decorated to the max with electric torches, faux stone on the walls, chains, fake cobwebs, and low sounds of torture, with appropriate music humming in the background.

He was seated on a chair, his large hands holding a bourbon. His intense gaze and head nod told Mistress Jill he approved of her look. James had on a full business suit, and did not bow before Mistress suggesting to Jill that this was an equal scale.

She moved to him, stepping across, each step causing her hips to jut left, then right, showing off the flesh of her cheeks and bounce of her breasts. Mistress Jill got to him, took his glass and finished the shot, slapping him for not bowing.

He smiled and bowed his head. It would have to do!

She reached and took his tie, pulling him towards the rack on the back wall of the 250-square-foot room, cinching the knot tight and restricting his breathing somewhat. He had a short salt and pepper beard his eyes were oddly both alive and dead. He touched her breast and she slapped him again.

"Slave, you have to be punished," she said vaguely, not knowing what level of role-play he wanted. "Tell Mistress was sins you have to atone for?"

"Mistress is so generous to let me speak," he said, Mistress Jill cuffed one hand, and then the other. She attached a leg spreader between his ankles and connected it to chains from the side. "I have violated the trust of many, for my pleasure, Mistress."

"I see," Mistress Jill said, unbuttoning his shirt. He had left his jacket and vest on the chair. "Tell me your greatest sin and I will be yours here forever."

She undid his pants sliding them down, then his boxers. They made it past his knees beyond his large, flaccid member which dangled uninspired.

"Mine?" He said. "You already are mine! You see I have many talents and I've owned everyone I've wanted to possess. No offense, Mistress."

"AH!" Mistress Jill punched him hard in the junk.

"I've had enough!" she proclaimed, grabbed a ball gag and quickly stopped the flow of words she had allowed.

"Gmmfftt!" he yelled into the gag, there was no discussion of 'safe words' no pre-scene meeting or get to know this man. She was slightly pissed that she had been handed this arrogant man to figure out.

"I KNOW you're going to give it back to me when I'm done," she said, cupping his balls and stroking the lifeless cylinder. "That is if you can..."

She swung it to the right, and grabbed two medium-sprung nipple clamps, and applied them, then one to his sack.

"GMMFFTTT!"

She got behind him, his bare arse muscular, but without padding, and began to spank him.

"Mmmm...... if you were truly mine, I'd listen to you call me 'Mommy' while I spanked my little boy," Mistress Jill continued, making both cheeks red with strike after strike.

"Maybe you were raised Catholic, and you were bad," she said, grabbing a paddle, smacking him again and again.

"GUHFTTT!! GAHFFTTT!"

He wasn't getting hard. Mistress Jill figuring that at his age he had probably taken a Viagra, and it wouldn't kick in until she started aftercare and submitted to him.

Lastly, she took out a softer whip, knowing her accuracy would make it painful. She struck his sack and nipples jolting the clips on each.

"Agfft!"

After a while, she dropped the whip, turned to his body and began to dig her long nails into his flesh, leaving little trails of red marks on his skin. She started high and then moved lower, her face next to the still limp cock, her mouth breathing on it, looking up at his steely gaze.

She knew she was 'going to get it' if she ever let him loose.

Baring her teeth, she bit gently, then pressed down, just over the tip, pinching millimeters at a time.

"AGGFFFHHTT!"

She reached under him, and at the same time yanked off the clip that was pinching his sack.

"AHHGGGFTT!!!"

Releashing his member from her teeth, still holding it with one hand, she stood and yanked off the nipple clamps.

"AHFFGTT! AHHFT!"

Mistress Jill reached around and undid the clasp of the ball gag, letting it fall to the floor. She replaced it with her mouth, tongue and lips, seeing his eyes closing and feeling him kiss her back hard; she felt his cock stir and fill.

His arms were still suspended by the chains, with his legs spread by the rod and restrained by more chains. She wrapped one leg around his waist, her arms going around his neck. Her 120 lbs. were easily supported when she wrapped the other leg around, their mouths never separating, the taste of his bourbon shared.

"MMmmmommmy, is proud of her big, strong, boy," she said, breaking the kiss. She slid down him, hoping to find a hard cock, but it was still not full. She dropped to the padded floor, took it in her mouth and looked up at him.

He looked down at Mistress Jill, her eyes looking back at him. She felt him harden some more, but not enough to feel his beautiful cock push into her pussy. She licked, sucked and took in the pliable flesh which filled her mouth side to side, not straight back.

That was until...

Mistress Jill had purposefully left a false nail off her thumb, slipping her right hand under his balls, looking up at him, slipping her thumb into his hole.

"Ohhhh..." he moaned finally. She pushed in, just over the first small knuckle, pulling and pressing against her hand. "Mmmmmm."

She instantly felt his cock begin to grow more and let it straighten out in her mouth. She slid in another inch, rubbing the edge, pulling back a little, then driving back in to the knuckle.

"Mmmmistress, Ohhhh..."

He was hard enough for her to start pushing her throat down his length. She had been collecting saliva in her mouth, getting it ready and she forced both her thumb and throat upon him.

"Mmmm..." his eyes went a little softer, so she began to pull back and push in with both in unison. She moved against him, steadying with her free hand, the cock expanding, getting to it's hardest point.

Mistress Jill pulled off him, turned and let it lay in the crease of her arse, then tilting only a little, the head around my tiny hole.

"OH... Mistress, Mommy.... I want that..."

Perfectly timed, Durga came in as instructed, halfway through the session. Jill wanted someone to release him at some point where they were coupling, and now was the time.

"Get his hands free, Child!" Mistress Jill commanded to the 20-something, who quickly unlocked each cuff.

James didn't waste time; his hands found her hips, he thrust his cock forward, and in three strokes he was in her ass, balls deep.

"AHHHH! AHH! AHGGFFT!" Mistress Jill moaned. The man's large cock was expanding still inside her canal, so she pushed onto her back, his legs wide. "HOLY FUCK!"

James had pulled back and thrust all his weight into her arse, his cock now at it's peak. Durga struggled with the cuffs on his legs. She released them, as his right hand grabbed her by the hair while he was still deep in Mistress Jill, and dragged her over the Domme's back.

"SHIT!" Durga exclaimed.

Free, James pulled out, spun the younger woman around so she was laying on top of Mistress Jill, with Durga's hips above Mistress Jills arse.

"Hold still, wench," the script had flipped as instructed He pushed his cock forward finding the blonde's pussy, pushing deep inside her while Mistress Jill was still on her knees, face in her arms.

"GOD!!! OHHH! YESSS!!!" Durga exclaimed. Having ridden Brian, she was more than ready to orgasm. "FUCK YESSSSS!!!!"

She gushed fluid that leaked out onto Mistress Jill. James pulled out, thrusting inside the Domme's cunt, balls deep in her again.

"FUCK SIR! OH! YES!" Mistress Jill got off, the smell of Durga's climax, the strength of this older man, the size of his cock and getting dominated in an instant had her quivering and shaking against his thrusts.

He fucked her faster and faster, Durga sliding off to the side, but holding her Mistress. She kissed her, legs sliding under Jill's, as the rhythm of his thrusts pushed both of them forward and back.

"Ohh, your cunt pleases me!" he leant forward, whispering in Mistress Jill's ear.

"Yours too." He kissed Durga, whose hands met the older man's cheeks, and stroking his beard.

"Come prepare! On all fours, to clean and take me!" he said to her, pulling her up by the back of her neck, towards his thrusting hips. She sat back on her heals, watching him impale Mistress Jill over and over. Her waiting eyes seemed to push this forward.

"Be ready, sissy," he said to Durga, pumping Jill's cunt with long, deep strokes.

"Yes, Master," she said, her eyes wanton, her young breasts puffed out.

Without warning, Durga saw his cock pointing at her, and a rope of cum hit her chin and chest, sliding down her cleavage. Her eyes closed, just in time for another to sprinkle the bridge of her nose and both eyes, then the last hitting her right breast and nipple.

"Open!" he commanded, and it was in her mouth, the flavor of her Mistress combined with the Master's scent and flavour. She sucked while the cum still pumped from his tight ball sack.

Mistress Jill was soon on her knees, licking and sucking his balls, kissing the side of Durga's mouth while she continued to suck out every drop of his jizz. A couple of minutes later the two were kissing and sharing her prize, leaving James sitting on the floor.

There were still 15 minutes left of their session. Mistress Jill coaxed him to lay back, the two women still kissing and fondling each other. Durga manoeuvred her outfit as they climbed over him backwards, and Mistress Jill forced him on his back and her cunt into his face.

He devoured her, his mouth expertly sucking her cunt, licking her taint and rimming her hole, using his thick fingers to probe and plunge.

"Ohhh Sir..." Jill moaned, leaving the control to him.

The women now alternated from kissing each other, to sucking on the semi-hard dick, the activation of the Viagra keeping him aroused. Durga stroked him, getting him hard enough again, before sitting up. Mistress Jill backed up, pressing into James' face while the young woman sat on his cock, but not in her pussy. She had read his bio and let the man's mammoth dick have her arse.

"Ohhh, you pretty young thing... oh..." James moaned into Mistress Jill's pussy. The older Domme got up and let him have Durga, finding and slipping on her panties while Durga slid further and further onto his shaft.

"GODDD! OHHH! FUCK! OHHH!" Durga screamed!

"I'm going to go finish off my husband," Mistress Jill said, looking back at the man fully in the young woman. "You may have her for as long as you need her, Sir."

James turned, gave her an appreciative wink, allowing Durga to continue to slide up and down his shaft, going in and out of her arse.

"FUCKKK!! OHH!!!" the blonde's head kicked back, her hair flying out.

"2:30 meeting in the Chambers," Jill said, getting a thumbs up from him while he lifted his hips, driving deeper.

"JESUS! H! OHH!"

Mistress Jill left them and quickly went down the long hall to the complex, back into the dungeon. Brian was on the double king-sized bed by the east wall, chains coming from each corner to each appendage. She walked up the stepped storage bench and stood over him, his cock semi-hard, not having reached satisfaction.

She took off the mask, stripped down her body covering, rolled down her garter and hose, and kicked off her boots. She left her heels on and stood over him naked, the position the heterosexual side of his bi-split sexuality loved the most.

Jill perused him, watching his cock swell as he looked up at her, his expression knowingly tender. While she wouldn't let him out of his restraints, she lowered her wet pussy, from taking James', orgasming on his cock, big, but not Brian's size.

"Ohhh Baby," Jill said, sliding it fully inside, the pressure amazing. She curled forward and just let him fill her. "You're so good..."

"Mmmm, you're so bad," he said, his lips meeting hers. His arms and legs splayed out on the large bed. "Don't ever change, I love you!"

"Count on it, and don't you ever forget who is in charge, even being our bosses bitch," Jill said, moving up and down on him once. "Ohhhh..."

"And being Cameron and Ron's bitch..." he reminded her of his other side, his other commitments.

"You top them, they're yours... Ohhh fuck...."

"Are you ever going to watch, baby?" Brian lifted his hips, the most aggressive thing he'd ever said to her. "FunTashia wants to unite... ohhh... mmmm... like that, yes... unite Creek and Bay."

"Mmmmm.. maybe... oh, Lover... YES! YES!"

"Without... oh... Duvessa's hate because of Rylan's.... ohhh GOD... you ready?? OHHH!"

He said, Jill sliding up and down his length, dropping onto it.

"AHHH FUCK! BABY! YES!!! She'll be more accepting... OHHH" Jill agreed, understanding where he was going with his comment. "FUCK! Jesus! YESSS!"

Brian felt her gush on his cock, pushed up, rolling his eyes back and released a week's long abstinence into his wife.

"YES JILL! OHHH!"

She felt him explode inside of her, the cum plentiful and at least five hard spurts, his hips rocking up into her with each one. She ground on his hardness as it was receding, then pulled off it and crawled up until she was hovering her cunt above his face.

She smiled at him, gravity pulling at the cum he had just shot deep into her and mixed with her fluids. Soon enough she dripped onto his lips, his mouth opening accepting. She watched as over a dozen droplets, some rather substantial fell in. She counted and when 30 seconds had passed, she lowered her flesh and sexual spunk down to his eager mouth. He devoured her!

"That's a record, 17, baby..."

He mouthed something into her pussy, his tongue and lips eating her nicely. She spun around, leaving her cunt on his face cleaning him, since she had left Durga to the day's client.

They sucked and licked each other until Jill finally got up, undid his restraints, and then, in an act of union, lay beside him, as they held each other.

****

2:55 p. m. - Chambers

"My apologies for being late, Mistress."

"No need, and you can call me Jill."

"I have to thank you and the young woman, Durga, for quite a nice time."

"Whilst we are new to servicing here at the main complex, we have talent spread out all over the communities."

"Yes, that is why I'm going to look at those available houses. Carol Sutton speaks highly of what you have here and if today is any indication, it may be a seller's market."

"I won't tell anyone, James."

"To totally change the subject, the reason I requested a meeting was to ask you about one of your Masters."

"I will try to be of service, Sir."

"Tell me about Donnie Gregory."

Jill paused. She had seduced Donnie to pull him into the lifestyle, never imagining she'd end up HIS submissive, not the other way around.

"Yes, Donnie. James, he's a special one as is his wife, Melanie."

"Go on..."

"They moved here just about a year ago, I'm not sure, they passed all of the potential questions, but stayed disengaged from the community until..."

"Until you took him in their kitchen, I hear."

"You are correct!" Jill said excitedly, her chest puffed out in a brag.

"I'll fill you, and the board, in later, Carol knows the story of his connection to me and our former subsidiary, which was sold several times before Carol came along and made us a nice offer."

"I'm not following, Sir."

"We have meetings set up. I don't want to share too much of the business side nor do I want to compromise your relationship to your Master."

"He didn't pick me to live with, though... I'm sorta independent."

"That's good, because I'm going to be making a lot of trips here and I want you, and the young Durga, to be available on my stays."

"YES! We'll have more things ready at the complex for you. It will be pleasurable for all of us."

"It's been a pleasure meeting you.

****

Tina opens up

The week progressed with a lot of making it up to the kids for their being detached for almost a week. They shipped the brood off to her mother's four times a year, aligning with community events, when they would spin their power dynamic, both in the house and in the community.

Tina felt safe with the kids.

"Ronnie..." she rarely called him alone. "Can you care for me like you care for, ummm... others?"

He looked confused, changing the one-year-old, watching the boys play in the ball pit.

"You mean Camilla..."

"Yes, she bowed her eyes for a moment, then raised them and looked at him intently.

"I want love too. The weeks FunTastic..."

"FunTashia..."

"FunTashia said we would be spending each month, could you use those to court me?"

"You going vanilla?"

"Kinda, sorta, I don't know," she paused, while Johnny her 10 year old, and eldest, got a drink, then kissed her on the cheek while she stared down her husband. The youngster zipped away throwing things at his brother (they were thick as thieves).

"You want me to fuck you softly?" Ron said quietly.

"Take your aggressions out on your men, build up with me," she said, then with a devious smile admitted. "At the end....... pound my pussy good."

He smiled.

"I think I got you... and yes, that can be our new thing this year,"

"Thank you..."

****

Anne's promise

Cameron and Anne traveled the entire week, visiting landmarks within about 100 miles of their home that they hadn't seen in several years. They picked out a B-n-B in each town, were fed good and bad breakfasts, and had to endure some 'don't rock the bed too hard' jokes from some of the yokels running the joints.

"It's nice not to even have to think about it," Cameron said to Anne. He was coming out of the shower, his cock dangling. It wasn't long when erect compared to some, but it existed at erect length when soft.

"Aww, Perro." Anne said moving to him and looking into his eyes; she had a sundress on ready for the day. "You wouldn't say that if I was some hot guy waiting to watch you dry off."

He scoffed and moved past her.

"Am I wrong?" Anne asked, knowing the answer.

"I love our family..." he said. "And I love you!"

"You love your sister and your cousins, that's who I am to you," she said honestly, not angrily. "Now that the neighborhood is out of HER hands, what does that leave for us, eh?"

He stopped, looked in the mirror, then looked back at her.

"Anne! I do love you more than my sister."

She chuckled.

"You have a point."

"When this year is over, Perro, I will give you your freedom to be you."

He looked down, gathering underwear and shorts from a basket on the floor, then looking up.

"Will you come fuck me in the arse with a strap-on every now and then?"

"Si, Perro. Si."

****

Izzy and Carla

"Does anyone care if we, well, fall into bed?" Carla said, coming out of the bathroom. Her hand was on her hips, showing off the short heart-shaped bush, as she looked down, then up, at Izzy; proud.

"Have you talked to Amanda this week?" Izzy asked. "She's worked most nights, but she's hanging out at her folks house other than that... have you talked to her, Cee?"

"I love that nickname, Cee, but it goes away next week when you're my Domme, correct?"

"Yep, back to being my bitch," Izzy said, moving across and sliding her hand around Cee's waist and kissing her hard. "We've been good enough."

The two young women melted into each other and spent the day in bed to end their week.

****

"Oh! My Virgin Ears!"

"Nikki, you wanted to see me?" Amanda asked, meeting bar owner Nikki in her office.

"Sit," Nikki said, looking worried about her young server,. This was the submissive who gave up her virginity in a public way, who skipped her first shift of the week and had been working doubles ever since.

"I've got a full section and..."

"Kylies got you covered, Baby. We need to talk; I'm worried as fuck about you."

Amanda sat down and folded her hands in her lap. Her tank top showed off her breasts, cleavage for miles since the bra she wore was old and loose.

Nikki took her hand.

"What's wrong beautiful?"

Amanda broke down, fell forward into Nikki's arms, and cried uncontrollably. The emotion of the week were just too much, for her, and her meeting with Justin, and the job offer that wasn't necessarily a job offer, but an indecent proposal. She didn't know where to start, she just cried, and let her body release all of it first.

"Take as long as you want, Sugar..."

Amanda cry-laughed at "Sugar"!

"Shuu.. ggar...? First Beautiful, now Sugar," Amanda said, looking up into Izzy's mom's eyes, her lips perfect, her hands gently caressing her arm and shoulders.

"Tell me..."

Amanda went through it all - just a play by play - going to Justin's and fucking, sucking, fucking, talking some about Nikki below Justin. Then his partner, the money, the offer, everything and how she felt about it all.

"I'm in control, not them!" she said angrily. "For the first time in my life, on that stage, choosing my men, not a man. I was in control and took that to Justin. Then he took that away, wanting to, to... I dunno... be my pimp?"

"I see..." Nikki was careful to remain outwardly neutral, but then she heard $50,000.

She knew there was an element in town, a high-end element, that recruited young women, and men, to be with high rollers.

"I mean, I loved the dirty, sticky side of being with Justin... with Ron and Jaxon," she said, her eyes replaying scenes, seeing men, cocks, crowds, money on the floor.

"Nothing's dirtier than sex for money, Baby," Nikki said. "Truthfully, that's all this weekend was about."

"What are you talking about?" Amanda asked.

"It was all pay for play," Nikki said. "There are fees on top of fees, memberships, auctions. Your Mom went for so much money they had to let three bidders have their way."

"Fuck..."

Nikki stopped and let Amanda process.

"It's not like you were going to get serious with Justin." Nikki threw out there.

"Not necessarily," Amanda realized a lot in a short moment. "I fucked up..."

"How. Tell me in what way did you fuck up?"

"I should have at least listened."

"Think so?"

"I think so," Amanda said, then looked at Nikki. "Have you ever charged?"

"Ha!" she said, then looked down and back up to her. "All my relationships have been transactional. Why judge the one that's just an exchange for cash, not strings."

Nikki was holding her hands, the tears drying.

"Take the rest of your shift off and think, and you'll know what to do."

The women hugged, Nikki held her and kissed her mouth softly.

"You are dear to me, don't forget that."

Amanda smiled and left, went to her room at her folk's house and sat on the bed to think.

Nikki waited half an hour and called Justin. He had stopped in, filled Nikki in on everything, updating her on progress with the subsidiary and now listened to Nikki's account of what had just transpired.

"Call her tomorrow around Noon, and ask to meet," Nikki said.

****

Mel and Donnie (from Donnie's POV)

"That was nice..." Mel cooed into my ear, we were spooning naked, following the rules by not having intercourse, just edging.

So much edging this week.

It was the end of the week, and at midnight Mel had determined we could wake up and fuck the shit out of each other if we wanted.

I wasn't sure I wanted that right now.

The rappers these days have put out something called "post-nut clarity"; that rush back to the real issues you get after you climax. Back in my day George Costanza on Seinfeld had it the other way, he went without thinking about or engaging in sex. That had him solving problems, being productive at work.

This was somewhere in-between and allowed for more conversation. There was an email from the complex that outlined what the week was intended for - "To reconnect through all means outside of copulation." It gave suggestions on being intimate with two rules, no joining or finishing. They had a list of playful, yet present activities.

"Spend the day nude!" was Mel's idea for today and we did that, not leaving the house and walking around nude. Amanda had stayed away all week, although she did walk in late this afternoon, but left immediately, and it was fun hiding in our closet.

Amanda had been working doubles all week and staying with Carla or Izzy. She seemed distracted, but our attempts to talk to her were met with putting things on us, or her just getting up and leaving the room.

We kissed more in a week than we had the past year, we stroked and petted each other, bringing me to the brink and her grinding against my thigh.

We talked retirement, aging parents, preferences before and after this weekend. It accomplished what it had intended, a courtship in a week and I had fully intended to wake her at midnight with my cock.

"Hey! No cellphones, remember!" I said, Mel picking hers up and walking in front of our back windows. We had lowered the shades some but were still able to see the county road and the tree line across, just not directly.

Staring at it she furrowed her brow. She wasn't reading it more contemplating how to respond, what she was reading was significant. She slowly lowered the phone, set it on the table and walked to me, her breasts bouncing, her gaze mesmerizing holding me where I was on the couch.

She sat beside me, and the look she was giving me I wasn't sure about.

"Mistress Jill and Brian want to meet first thing tomorrow, 8 a. m."

"Text them 'ok'," I said, curling my hand around her naked body.

"Midnight can't come soon enough," Mel whispered, dropped the phone and caressed my balls.

****

(back to third person)

Somewhere in the South of France

"I told you," Mary said snuggling into Gladys, enjoying their coffee naked on the patio of Carol's villa in the hills, somewhere in the South of France.

"MmmmHmmm," Gladys sighed, her bare shoulder tucked into the crux of Mary's bosom and arm, content. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful, it's a wonderful morning to start being with you both."

"Yes, the week has passed and honoring what everyone else is doing back at Creek and Bay was important," Mary said, leaning into Gladys for a kiss. The unseasonably warm morning was allowing them to be outside, so free. "It also gave us the opportunity to clear the air about the past ten or so years."

"I just didn't see it," Gladys said. "I was so stubborn and..."

"Shhh," Mary said, putting her finger to Gladys' mouth. "We've been through it all. I forgive you."

"I don't deserve it, really!" Gladys kissed Mary, this time rising up, the two dominant women finding in the tenderness of the week a compatibility with their instincts.

Gladys placed her hand on Mary's right breast, circling the point of the nipple while their tongues explored each other. Mary pressed into Gladys, covering her hand, joining it for a moment before slipping to Gladys's stomach, and further down.

They had had a 'move-counter move' rhythm during the week; petting, kissing, lightly licking, over taints, teasing the clit, grinding some. The time had come that they reconnect; it had been many years, since before Willy's death and up until Rylan's.

"Ohhhh..." Mary moaned, Glady's slipping a finger over her clit, and pushed inside, feeling the warmth of her bush. "Mmmmmmm"

Mary rose up enough to slip her leg across Gladys' lap, finger still inside her, then pushing in another, ramming upwards, deep.

"Jesus! Ohhh.."

Gladys stayed inside, and Mary's hands found her face while they kissed. She rhythmically finger-fucked Mary while they kissed, their eyes open. Although Mary's hands were on Gladys' breasts, their torsos had a good two feet of separation.

Gladys released her hand from Mary's pussy, moved both hands to Mary's hips and pulled her down onto the couch.

Mary in turn pulled at Gladys's leg, turning her body and lining them up for a 69. Gladys lowered and pushed back while diving into Mary's trimmed bush.

"Ohhhh," Gladys moaned. Mary's tongue found her folds and pushed inside, causing Gladys to dive forward, and suck on Mary, then thrust her tongue inside.

The two pushed, sucked, squirmed, pinning heads between each other's legs, each wanting the other to cry out loud into the French countryside.

"OH CHRIST!" Gladys moaned. Mary's finger was pressing into her tiny hole, her mouth sucking the clit, the other hand pushing inside, working with fingers to please the former leader. "YES! YES!"

Gladys' orgasmic bellows mingled with the birds and the swoosh of the light breeze through the grasses and flowers.

"OH MARY! YES!" The cascade of vibrations continued, shaking her body, pushing back into her face and releasing. Gladys moved forward, flipped over and the two scissored their legs. Gladys aggressively pushed forward, her fluids showing on Mary's cheeks and helping their plump labias pass over each other.

"Oh God.." Mary sighed; she was close but not there yet, Gladys ground into her with the intent of getting her new mate off.

Gladys held the end of the couch, and used her shoulders to push forward, sliding back and forth, looking into Mary's eyes. The carnal nature of her intent, the edges going in and out, finding the spots while reading Mary's face; Gladys still had the skills.

"GOD YES! YES!" Mary exclaimed, cumming against Gladys, their fluids mixing; her lover still grinding.

"YES MARY! YES!" A second blast, the two women came together cementing their desire for each other.

****

Business is Good!

"I"m so glad I found you two," Carol said, her cunt sliding up and down on John's large, amazing, life-changing cock. Lane was asleep next to them; it was the next morning and Carol had honoured the communities 'no sex week' after Hades Night.

"You wore Lane out, Mistress," John said, holding her hips, guiding her on this ride.

They had spent sixty hours naked together; more than any other person or group.

"I'm just warming up," Carol lent forward, allowing his hands to move to her breasts. She kept the rhythm going, his perfect body and perfect cock, a 'Holy Grail'; fleshy, thick and long - a 'gift'. "Fuckkk...."

She had ridden Lane cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl from Midnight to 3 a. m., taking three loads; two in her cunt and one in her arse. A shower, then from 4 a. m. to 7 a. m. she had taken two loads so far from John, one down her throat. Her cunt was coated, as he bucked against her and forced her on her back for the first time.

"Go hard, baby!" Carol said, finally submitting, not her nature, but these men were deserving!

"Ohhh"

John let loose a flurry of long and hard strokes into her body. Carol's face contorted but she held on; she had counted seven orgasms so far with John.

"Ohhh... fuck! John! YES! YES!"

Make that eight.

He quickened, and went head to balls deep, hearing her cry out he released deep inside her.

She rolled off him, kissing him and immediately fell asleep on the bed. Three hours later, around 10 a. m., the men woke, showered together and kissed Carol telling her they were heading out to breakfast.

"2 o'clock," she said sleepily. "Meet in the conference room here in the hotel at 2 o'clock."

***

Amanda's turn

Getting a text from Justin hurt.

Hey, let's meet.

Sure! Tomorrow right away, I have a lunch shift

My office or my place?

In your dreams... your office

What are you afraid of?

You...

Fair enough

"There. That wasn't so bad," Nikki said, holding her in her arms, kissing her neck while Amanda typed each response, bouncing her thoughts off her 40-something Mistress. "What made you change your mind?"

It was 1 a. m., the end of the moratorium on sex had passed. After some deep cleaning the two began talking about the man with $50,000, the job offer from Justin and sex. It was close to Midnight, Nikki invited Amanda up and the two made out on Nikki's couch, mouths over mouths, mouths over clits and pussies, then the discussion and the thoughts about getting paid to feel like this.

After they both climaxed, Amanda picked up the phone and texted.

"You could talk to your Mother?"

"She's in a place right now, I'm not sure her advice is too solid!"

"Fair."

"I've never, I mean never, had a deep sexual conversation with her."

"What about your Dad?"

"Nope."

Amanda slept in Nikki's arms, the beaded hair comforting on her shoulder. The older woman slept with her head above, the beads draped from kissing. They would roll around to different positions, but Nikki always came back to a position holding the young woman.

Resolute to treat this like a business proposition and interview, Amanda went home showered, then prepared her face and hair naked. She put on her tight business top, with a vest that propped her breasts up, and a skirt. The open top showed her perfect cleavage - her breasts may have swelled into the 36D range the past few months -- and she did her eyes with eye liner and one little stroke of cat-eye.

Her ex-girlfriend Terri had told her to take things in life when they were offered, especially jobs and money, and always make "one more ask".

"If they really want you, they'll give at least one more thing!" Terri would say.

Nikki texted

Good luck! XOXO

Amanda texted back an eggplant emoji and fluid drops.

'You're bad!'

'You know it!'

Amanda walked into the office where she had stormed out of - vowing never to return - and walked past the secretary who was on the phone, into Justin's office. He was taking a call as well, and kept talking, something about showing someone a property, his eyes already fixated on Amanda's chest.

"Amanda!" He said, hanging up the phone, getting up and pulling through her outstretched hand for a hug. "I've missed you."

She let the two things hang, not responding in kind, except for a "Good morning, Justin" while he went back behind his desk.

"Coleen, hold my calls and come shut my door," he said, looking into Amanda's eyes much like he did while being on top of her.

"Playing all your 'I've fucked you' cards at once?" Amanda said professionally. "I'm here to talk business and I'm serious. Please hold off on whatever feelings of possession or whatever..."

"Whoa... whoa... I'm not going to ever apologize for being attracted to you, nor what we've already shared," Justin said, not phased by the younger woman's attempt at drawing lines. "In fact, I have to say you look amazing and if we weren't here to talk business, I'd be flirting your panties off."

Amanda stayed resolute to keeping this business, warmth built between her legs but she ignored it, swallowed hard and moved forward.

"Explain your side of this business proposition."

"IF I decide your qualifications meet our needs," he said.

He began to ask his companies list of business-centred questions, about handling people, working with a team, all the rest.

Amanda answered them well, showed many strengths and much knowledge about the field. She had half of her real estate classes done and just needed a couple of months to complete the others.

"I just enrolled for the winter semester; just before we first met actually," Amanda said. Justin seemed confused, though they had had a total of three encounters. "The blow job in the car."

"Yeah, got it... wow that long ago. My business proposition is simply a commercial and high value home real estate sales position. You would start out handling a lot of our subprime properties that haven't moved, coming up with new strategies, working with city ordinances possibly, finding clients the old-fashioned way by knocking on doors.

"You're giving me inventory that hasn't moved in 6 months, a year?"

"More in a lot of cases."

"Salary?"

"Commission."

"You're fucking crazy, I'll make more at Pedlar's."

"Perhaps, or..."

"$60,000 without benefits, wait is 'or' what that man..."

"Thomas Sinclair, yes he's "the or"...$40,000 with benefits and the commission is double the average rate in the state."

"Oooo, double, this shit property must be really hard to move."

"Perhaps."

"Tell me about Thomas' proposition."

"I'd rather he..."

"Not the details, just the overview. I'll meet with him later."

"So, you're accepting?"

"$50,000 with benefits"

"Deal."

Justin got up from his desk, moved to Amanda and held out his hand. She put it in his, he guided her out of the chair, their hands still together, and shook it firmly.

"Welcome to Goerges and Company Commercial Real Estate," They shook on the deal and Justin pulled her in for a willing hug; his body felt good against Amanda. They separated and he led her out to the office.

"Colleen draw up a standard at double the commission, with benefits at $50,000.

Collen's right eyebrow raised, and she went to her computer.

"Yes Justin," she said, Amanda knowing in an instant the two had been, or still were, lovers.

"Mr. Sinclair?" Amanda asked, looking into Justin's eyes. "When can you set up a meeting?"

"Follow me," Justin said, leaving Amanda to go to the elevators to the right of the desk. "Third floor."

Amanda's heart sank for a moment, not thinking he'd be right there, but then again why wouldn't he?

"Amanda Gregory! Come in!" Thomas Sinclair said, his suit striped, accenting it's tailoring around his sculpted body. Most suits hid the good and the bad, Amanda could see he was legitimately built, under the Armani.

"Mr. Sinclair, Amanda's signed on to work our slow inventory division... well, she is the division!" Justin said, and then turned to leave. "Amanda, stop in before you go and we'll sign that contract."

Thomas moved to her and shook her hand, the office was obviously semi-permanent, not adorned with a lot of things, but enough to see he spends time here.

"I'm very pleased you decided to join the company. You'll find that position a challenge, but unique and hands on strategies will yield a lot," Thomas said, showing her over to a desk that had several documents on the surface. "I started selling slow inventory, I'm sure your commission is good and if you get a name going out there it will move."

"No bags of cash to spill out, Sir?"There was a tone to her 'Sir' so it wasn't totally submissive to him. He ignored it and went over to the table, she followed him admiring his firm backside, similar to both of the men who took her last weekend.

"Review these properties and we'll play a little game.

Amanda went over, looked at a warehouse downtown; A high priced home in a neighborhood that was losing property value by the day; A strip mall location that had a fire and now has water damage and roof damage.

"Take your time, this will be a lesson that is not in any handbook," he said, moving to his mini bar, and pouring them both a bourbon, ice and a splash of water. He admired her legs, 'dancer' he thought correctly, hearing she was recently deflowered, imagining how tight she would be.

Thomas Sinclair, the grandson of Walter Donnovan, the founder of their parent company, had a taste for younger women, and some days younger men. Amanda's attitude was perfect for expansion of their aggressive sales division, and client relations team, into Iowa.

The money thrown on the ground was the first test, and out of the dozen or so on their team in Chicago, all but one stormed off, given perspective to consider such a 'proposition'.

"Okay, what's the game?" Amanda was finished reviewing the three properties.

"My proposition, and it's right to call it that, is to weave in your personality when working with a potential client."

"Weave in? Do you mean flirt?"

"Flirt, and more than flirt, I mean take it as far as you feel comfortable with, using the gifts God gave you,..... and they are many!"

"Where do the properties come in?"

"You keep talking about them, past the point of engagement..."

"What? While kissing or... or... or..."

"Yes, while all of it... Let's practice."

He handed her the bourbon.

"Oh Mr. Sinclair, I do declare..."

"Knock off the Foghorn Leghorn..."

"Who???"

"Never mind, the accent. Lose it."

"Do you take me as a bourbon girl," she said taking a sip, and then a second.

He clanked glasses.

"Downtown, close to the Civic Centre, close to the distillery," she sipped, gulped and looked at him. "Prime location."

"Not for a finance company!" He said flatly. She moved to him and took his tie in her hand.

"You could make anything work in this town," Amanda moved up, put her lips to his glass and he poured a little in, she sucked it in then moved to his lips.

Thomas and the bourbon tasted amazing. She took his drink out of his hand and set both on the table.

"If downtown doesn't work for you, how big? 25 people?" Her hands moved up into his chest. "I've got a small venue that you can make your own."

"What, that burnt out place?? 20 people."

"Great location, near the interstate," she felt this property matched this fictious role-play, hands sliding down the front of his pants while straining to kiss him. "You'll be in it quicker and at half the cost of anything else you've looked at today.

She felt his hard cock, decent sized. It wasn't bigger than Justin's, but even so her hand was around it now, still kissing him.

"How many square feet?"

"It lists at 2250 square feet and you'll have room for expansion," Amanda said. "Say, do you have somewhere we can go?"

Her hand gripped him while undoing his belt and top button.

"Ohhhh."

Amanda quickly released him, his eyes opened wide, wanting more.

"The strip mall place then?"

"I'm not in a position to... Oooh... Mmmm"

Amanda popped the top button, unzipped and pulled his cock out putting her mouth over it, looking up.

"Ohhhh..."

"I'll be in any position, if you are in one to make this deal," Amanda pulled off stroking, then put her mouth back, squeezing his balls.

"Fuck... I wish I..."

"Fine." she stood up and stepped back

"Amanda, I can call corporate," he said, playing along, seeing how far she would take this game.

"Call... I was worried these balls were fake," she said pulling on them, her mouth covering the head again after he summoned a call to Justin.

"Ohhh... Ah.. Justin, I'm calling to request... request permission to... to get financing on the department... Ohhhh" Thomas pulled the phone away before moaning while Amanda went deeper as the ask went further. "Yes, I will... I will..."

He ended the call.

"Well?" she said, after taking it out and stroking it faster.

"He said it's up to me and if it's a go... fuck... Jesus... Ohhh!" she was stroking faster, breathing on the head. "AND... YES! YES! IT IS a deal."

She pushed on his cock, sliding it deep into her throat, she squeezed his balls and fingered his hole.

"GOD! CUMMMING! OHHHH" He released, holding her head while she was balls deep on his 7 inches, her throat channeling the hard shots of white warm cum. She strained, breathing through her nose, staying on him for every drop, the tip popping out of her mouth. She sucked at it, holding the base now looking up.

"Mmmmm, delicious," running her hands up his legs, torso, over his shirt, then kissing him, hot residue from their made up 'transaction'. "How did I do, Boss...?"

Her eyes were soft, her sense of accomplishment having this powerful man in the palm of her hands, then at the back of her throat, getting his load. He could have slapped her and she still would have felt the validation of his submission to her.

"That was pretty good," he said, now zipping up. "Your thoughts."

"Well, I haven't gotten mine, so I would have the contract either here or drawn up and reward him after the ink is put down."

"You'd still fuck someone after a verbal contract is stated, and the ink is on the page?"

"Tell me about this bag of $50,000?" Amanda watched him put his junk back in his pants. "What was your objective the other day, other than shock value?"

"See what you'd do for that."

"Where is it?"

Amanda moved towards him, putting her chest against his body, he felt her youthful breasts.

"What if I have my answer?"

"Do you want me? Do you want to slide your cock inside my warmth, huh, Thomas?"

Amanda's lust for him, for any man at this point took over.

"You're worth $50,000?"

"Call it a signing bonus," She stepped back, started to unbutton her top.

"If that's the case..." he redialled Justin. Her hands moved from button to button, by the time she got the vest and shirt undone Justin was in the office and the door was locked.

She backed up and leant against the desk, slipping off her coat, her vest then her shirt. Standing before her two bosses in her bra and skirt, leaning over, spilling her breasts out of the loose bra, undoing the bra before straightening up, and stepping out of her skirt.

"You two are over-dressed!" she stated and sat up on the desk, legs crossed.

Justin had brought in the bag, he set it on the table by the couch and started to peel off layers of clothing. Thomas wasn't as quick.

"Mmmm, you gonna watch us?"

Thomas gave no response, found his drink, and sat back in a cushioned chair by the table. Justin stepped out of his pants and in just his boxers moved to Amanda, kissing her, his hand on her back pulling her off the edge of the desk into his body.

"Did you ever think we were going to do this again?" Amanda's eyes on his, sliding the boxers down, releasing her prize. He grew hard fast, and she stepped back, sliding her panties down showing her smooth skin. Both were naked now, as Amanda turned, bent over the desk and offered up her arse. "First cum, first.... cum!"

Thomas, sipping on his bourbon, was angled perfectly, to see Justin step up, holding his long member. He saw Justin putting it to her cunt, where her hand helped guide it as it slowly disappeared into her moist pussy.

"Ohhh, Baby..."

She pushed back against every thrust, their bodies slapping together with some familiarity, Justin's hands on her hips, her breasts wiggling and shaking with each penetration.

"Ohh... Thomas... ohhh... Join us?."

He didn't. He sat and watched, legs crossed, studying her moans and the expression on her face.

"OHHH! YESS! BABY!" Orgasming, she tossed her hair back, turning her head to look at Thomas, her face contorted in orgasm. "YESS!"

Justin wasn't done, he pulled out of her, held her hips and sat her up on the desk. He looked back at Thomas for a moment, who sipped and continued to watch. He knelt, his mouth going to her warmth, where the fluids had built up, lapping at her with his tongue, her hands in her hair.

She looked at Thomas, direct, hard, not breaking eye contact. Her mouth opened to moan, then sigh. She followed his gaze with her eyes, two fingers in her cunt playing; opening them the gaze was still there. She felt him, from across the room - not knowing him - but she felt Thomas from 30 feet.

"Oh... Justin..!"

Her legs went over his shoulders, he devoured her, 5 minutes...10...15... she began to squirm, and quake. She maintained Thomas's gaze for long stretches. Justin played with her hole, licking it and sucking the tightness.

"Oh... God... Justin... JUSTIN! YES!" she orgasmed again, pouring more reward into his mouth. He cleaned her, stroked her legs, and sucked up the juices.

He rose from her and she slid off the desk, moving to Thomas. His eyes watched her breasts bounce, approaching him. He slid his hand behind her head, kissing her, then up into her hair, pulling her lips from his, painfully.

"Ahh.."

"Get dressed. Go to work here. Meet me at the Double Tree on Collins." He dropped her, having pulled her up on her tiptoes, letting her spill to the floor. He picked up the bag. "We'll talk about this when you get there. 7 p. m. and stay in your work clothes."

Her hands were spread out on the floor like, Spiderman or Catwoman; breasts heaving.

"He likes you," Justin said, getting dressed.

She never wanted someone more than Thomas in that moment.

"Mutual."

****

Relocation

The rest of November was spent relocating for the next year.

There were no hard and fast rules, just an understanding that by the 1st of the year those who swapped spouses, significant others or roommates needed to have it done. There was the quick and easy, the muddied relocations and the cumbersome switches or swaps.

Cameron took two suitcases and his SUV full of things to Ron's place in Cardinal Creek. Grand Supreme Mistress FunTashia had ideas about uniting Cardinal Creek with Cardinal Bay through Creek and Bay, but that wouldn't happen until Spring.

Ron took in Camilla and ShaNique at his house, Camilla setting up her Only Fans things there in the basement, and promptly inserted Ron as a weekly guest busting her arse and pussy. ShaNique introduced Ron to healthier eating, and by the time New Years rolled around, Ron was going to be lean, strong and hung.

In Cardinal Creek, Ron shared a place with Master Tim and his subs Carson and Beck. It was 3600 square feet and the five would be fine, more than fine where they were all at with their kinks and Ron's split duty. Cameron could Master over the sub and/or join the subs falling under Master Tallen's dominance.

Anne and Tienna moved in with Donnie. Mel moved into the complex, taking a room near the front away from the renovations being made for the change to a hotel format.

Tina stayed in her home with her kids. She just had a space carved out for when her Mother was in town helping watch them.

Nikki moved in with Mistress Jill, Izzy moved in with Carla, and Nikki leased her loft above Pedlar's to Amanda.

Brian moved into Duvessa's wing of the complex, Mel close by and Sophie still resided in her home, ready to take Mel's role, if Mel didn't want to fulfil any duties with Brian.

Tina allowed Ron to have his house and moved in with a centurion, Carnivorous.

The rest of the residents stood pat.

****

Group Zoom

Donnie woke at Midnight. The married couple central to events of the past couple of months, and in the middle of what the Creek and Bay was going to be in the coming year, kept their promise to fuck again the minute they could.

It was anticlimactic in the sense that the abstinence concluded his part in just five minutes and their age had them both fall asleep soon after.

"It was nice holding you," Mel said, the week of no sex and living solely on the affection and attention of her husband had tamed her beastly, slut side for the time being and she was gracious to her quick triggered husband.

They showered, dressed, enjoyed some coffee and conversation about their daughter, Amanda, who had been upset and distracted recently.

"It's not the whole public display and ceremony around her virginity, I'm telling you!"

Donnie said to Mel, who was concerned about her daughter's role at Hades Night.

He wanted to chastise his wife for declaring 'slut' - what that meant to the family - but it was more of a 'him' thing and he decided to drop the whole thing. Truth was she was still his submissive in a sense, and he would be seeing her one week each month, and he planned to assert his dominance then.

The two headed up to the complex. It was late fall and Donnie assessed that nearly all the leaves had fallen from the trees along the drive. He noticed Mel's shirt, tight around the torso, opening, to show her breast-popping cleavage.

He rested his hand on her knee. She smiled and looked out of the window.

Brian greeted them at the door, complimenting Mel and Donnie's performance last week.

"It may not have gone down exactly as I indicated..."

"You fucking betrayed us! What do you mean?"

"Easy big fella, you're going to like this change and soon..."

"Soon I will have more status and I will find a way to take you down."

Brian stopped the conversation. Mel stepped between them and whispered: "Really smooth...!"

'Opportunity', Donnie thought, looking around. The place was already brighter, a lot of the shades taken down; it definitely was beginning to have a five-star hotel feel in the reception area.

"Master Donnie! Cool your jets," Mistress Jill said, sliding her hand around his neck and giving him a kiss. "Pity you didn't take me as your wife for the year!"

"Ahh... flirting with my husband already?" Mistress Anne said, coming out from the room she had stayed in last night. "My compliments to Jesus, a fine centurion who knows how to wake a woman up."

"Good morning, Anne," Donnie said, kissing her full on the lips, sliding her between Mel and himself, not happy about Mel's comment.

Soon the rest of the decision makers came in: Mistress Consommé & Master Kenneth with Tina; Master Ron and Master Cameron; Mistress Kinzie, Kerry and Karl; Priest Master Josiah and sub Cleetis; Master Carnvious; ShaNique and Camilla.

Tienna bounded up the stairs and sat in Master Donnie's lap getting a glare from Mistress Anne until she leant over and kissed her, laying across both.

Durga came in and sat with Brian. Mistress Jill smiled at her.

Hinson and Jesus came in rolling two carts with designer bags, filled with an assortment of treats, with a "C & B" logo, standing for "Creek and Bay."

Mistress Jill stood up, looking at the fully dressed assembly of Creek and Bay members, and started to address them.

"The rest have to work or have duties in the grounds. In a moment FunTashia, Carol Sutton, will be conducting our first ever Creek and Bay meeting of general membership," Mistress Jill said. "It's open to anyone who was in the the final four teams. We are expanding services and roles here at the complex, opening it up as a condo on VRBO and Airbnb."

"Ms. Sutton has many connections throughout the United State and Europe and by expanding services they can funnel visitors seeking our particular brand of 'services'" Brian said, Jill smiling then continuing.

"Yes... our 'services'," Mistress Jill pointed to a video board that had been wheeled in earlier, the "C&B" logo on the screen. "We're going to play this video and then hear from FunTashia herself from Europe, along with a few familiar and unfamiliar faces.

(The video plays)

A montage of scenes from around the complex, showing diners, walkers on the trails, people talking at the bar. A Narrator starts "World class facilities, dining and service meets World Class experiences."

Shadowy scenes in the dungeons, people restrained, a close-up of a hooded sub, ball gag, scanning down her naked body, not showing too much, then a Master hip thrusting forward and a muted moan.

Tienna squeezed Donnie's hand. It was her whilst being tortured late one night.

A grand look at FunTashia standing over a male submissive (Brian), then shots of the group sex action and every level of Hell.

Concluding with "CREEK AND BAY" wording pushing out from the bodies, then the narrator saying, "Reservations starting in January 2025".

Immediately after the video, FunTashia popped on the screen, in full garb with two half-dressed men, bowing on the floor.

"Welcome aboard 'Creek and Bay'," she said to the online group. She could see everyone at the complex, Nikki attending on zoom. She snapped her fingers and the two men took her arms, raising her onto a platform, then kneeling beside her.

Donnie and Mel's faces went blank and pale.

"Lane and John..." Mel said, both turning to each other.

"Fuck...!"Donnie said.

****

Epiloge

This concludes the Being Neighborly/Hades Night series within the new Creek and Bay Series.

I'm also going to weave in the characters from my Uncovering Repressed Desires series in with these characters just for fun.