[Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 15 of 314 Subject: THE LOTTERY 4/49 From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Date: 1997/03/24 Message-Id: <5h727p$5l@dfw-ixnews6.ix.netcom.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories [More Headers] Chapter 5 Dinner "This place is huge." I explained as I preceded her upstairs. "Twenty bedrooms, with attached baths, and another twenty rooms for various and sundry purposes. The third floor's an enormous storage area, and the basement's been converted to a real live dungeon." "This is the master bedroom." I jerked my head toward my door, my hands being filled with Mei's luggage at the time. "Don't be shocked when you see your room. It's not exactly your standard issue bedroom." "I see what you mean." She said as I swung open the door and staggered inside. I had chosen the bedroom closest to mine, since it was empty. I'd assign the rest of the bedrooms as the girls arrived, first come first serve. Dominating the room was a huge canopied four-poster bed. Mei moved to it first, pulling back the covers. "Silk sheets." She observed. "Only the finest for my slave girls." I said magnanimously. "Observe the other fittings." I held up a length of chrome plated chain ending in a leather strap. There were four of them, to spread-eagle the girl. Massive staple rings dotted the bed at various strategic places. "A waterbed-and with no baffles." Mei said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. It heaved under her gently. "And for my viewing pleasure, a closed circuit television camera." I pointed to the camera sitting undisguised above the door. "Full color and stereo sound. It can also be patched into a bank of VCR's." "Home movies!" She exclaimed, delighted. "It doesn't bother you?" I asked, pleased. She shook her head. "No, master." She said. "Um, Mei." I said. "It's really delightful, but you aren't a slave girl during the day you know. You don't have to call me master all the time." "I like the sound of it." Mei said. "Of course I'll be more discreet in public. Master." Her eyes twinkled. I bowed my head to her in defeat. "Just remember, it might be awkward if you did call me that in public." "Don't worry!" She laughed. "Trust me." Getting up she went to examine the rest of the room. The room contained a closet, chest of drawers, desk, and a couple of comfortable chairs. It was large, almost twenty feet square. Even so, the bed still consumed the lion's share of space. "Well?" I asked as she returned. "How do you like it? Is it acceptable or will it need some more work?" "It's fine, master." Mei said. "It's not what I expected, but it's completely appropriate. Living here is going to be wonderful." She grabbed a suitcase, which was almost as large as she was, and flung it on the bed. I raised my eyebrows, it had been all I could do to carry two of them. Mei must be a lot stronger than she looked. "Would you like some help unpacking?" I asked. "No, master, I can manage." She answered. "It'll just take me a few minutes. I'd also like to take a shower and change clothes." "Ok. You get ready and I'll take you to dinner. In the meantime I've got to make some phone calls." I waved to her and went downstairs. I called the Honda dealership in Pine Ridge. Yes, they had a full line of new models. I looked down at Aki's folder and hesitated. I was buying her a new car, wouldn't it be better to buy one that looked like a gift? We talked for a half-hour. I made an appointment to see the car I'd picked out. Mei and I would stop by after dinner and if I was satisfied I'd let Mei drive it home. Her first duty as a slave girl. I went to the safe in the master bedroom and pulled out fifteen thousand dollars from the cash reserve there. I made a mental note to replenish the fund tomorrow. Just like Gomez Addams. I chuckled. Then I went out and contemplated the driveway. It was a vast circle from the front gate. I was going to get each girl the car she most wanted. That meant a dozen cars, plus my own, plus the estate pickup. The truck was no problem, it sat in the supply shed, which was big enough to house it and all the gardening equipment. The house had a three car garage, which currently held only my car. I smiled as I contemplated that car. It had cost me half a million dollars, and more headaches than I cared to remember. A Porsche 959, one of only two hundred and fifty ever built, and the only one currently in the United States. And the only one in the world with an automatic transmission. I laughed as I remembered the disbelief on the face of Professor Porsche when I'd asked. Nothing loathe for a challenge he'd given me a hundred thousand dollar price tag for the modification. Nothing loathe, I had agreed. It still gives my mechanic nightmares. What I'd been given was a modified 928 transmission, beefed up to handle the 959's enormous power. And there had been a performance penalty. Instead of going 0-60 in 3.9 seconds the car takes 4.5. Also, the car's estimated top speed dropped from over two hundred miles per hour to just over 185. In other words, triple the legal speed limit. Faster, in fact than the majority of single propeller driven aircraft now in production. I wondered what Mei would think of it. But I was getting side-tracked. My original problem remained. Each girl was going to have a car. Where to put them all? The current situation wouldn't work much longer. I made some provisional decisions and returned to the house. Mei was waiting for me when I returned. She was wearing a sexy dress that reached to mid-thigh. It was green and looked like satin. It was form fitting enough to show her terrific figure. I whistled with total sincerity. Mei smiled happily. "You like, master?" She used a sort of pidgin sing-song, like a girl fresh from Hong Kong. I nodded emphatically. "I like-a lot." She hadn't changed her earrings, but now wore a tear- drop pendent on a silver chain. I carefully scooped it away from her dress front to examine it. "That can't be real." I said. The stone was cold to the touch. It was at least half an inch long and sent shards of color dancing over my palm. "Tell me it isn't real." "It's real, master." Mei corrected me. "But flawed, so it isn't very valuable. It's my good luck necklace. My mother gave it to me to wear on special occasions. And I think tonight qualifies, don't you?" "It does indeed, lady." I said. I peered closely at the stone. As Mei had said, there was a large flaw in the jewel's heart. But a diamond it most certainly was. I gently let the stone fall back into place. "If I were you, I'd keep this necklace a secret. Else it might disappear." "You don't think someone would steal it, do you?" Mei asked surprized. "It isn't very valuable." "Valuable enough to those who don't know diamonds." I shrugged. "I don't think any of the girls would steal it, but you never know." "Tonight I wear it." Mei said firmly. "It's a tradition in my family." "Ok." I said, smiling. "Tonight, you're a princess. How about dinner?" "I'd love to. Although for me it'll be a late lunch." "That's right, your body's still on west coast time." I said. I glanced at my watch. "It's 4:45 now, that's 1:45 in San Francisco. Ah, well. Lunch it is then. Shall we go?" I offered her my arm. Smiling, she took it and we went out to the garage. "Tell me that's not real." Mei breathed when she saw the car. "You know what this is?" I asked, surprized. "I know what it looks like." Mei answered. I unlocked the door and opened it for her. Reverently she got inside. Slamming the door (Kevlar can't be machined as accurately as sheet metal) I went around to the other side. "Oh my god." Mei said when I got in. "This is real, isn't it?" She pointed to the Porsche emblem on the steering wheel. I started the car, listening to the big motor snarl to life. "It's real." I said, hitting the garage door opener. Backing the car onto the driveway I listened with the same pleasure I always did to the subdued whine of the engine. "How do you know about the 959?" I asked. "My brother's been drooling over this car for two years." Mei explained. "I thought they were confined to Europe." I grinned, easing the car onto the circle. "The other 249 are." I explained, letting the car ease around to the gate. It slid silently aside at our approach. The road leading to my house never has much traffic on it, the road was deserted now. I grinned at my companion. "Watch this." I said. The road in front of my house has a long straight- away. As soon as we reached it I punched the throttle, pressing it firmly to the floor. The car leaped like a salmon going up a waterfall. The acceleration was firm but not overwhelming. Then the first turbocharger kicked in, shoving us firmly backward. "Oh, wow!" Mei laughed. Then the second turbo kicked in and the tach plastered itself against the redline. The car exploded forward. The speedometer passed sixty as I blinked. Looking down I saw we were passing 110. The engine screamed like a banshee in hell and the car lurched slightly as it upshifted. I let off the gas as we hit 130 and let air resistance brake us down to ninety, when I carefully applied the brakes. The 959 decelerated harder than it had accelerated, I let up when we were doing a moderate and legal 55. Mei was giddy, gasping for air and trying to say something. I was concerned till I saw the grin spread over her face. "Jesus, Buddha, and Vishnu." She finally managed. "That was incredible. Let's do it again!" "Sorry." I said. "No more road. But what do you think? Is it real or is it Memorex?" "Real, oh very real!" She laughed, sparkling with excitement. Her eyes were wide, breathing quick, and she was sitting forward, straining eagerly as we sped toward Pine Ridge. Her every motion telegraphed an intense energy I'd never seen her display. Up to now she'd been slow and sensual. A vagrant thought passed through my mind, I wondered which way she'd be in bed. "I bet you love roller-coasters." I said. "Yes I do, how did you guess?" Mei asked, surprized. "Watching you now." I said. "You're beautiful when you're aroused." "Thank you, master." She said, pleased. The rest of the drive was routine. I quizzed her about her life, she answered easily, holding nothing back. I began the long process of learning about the strange creature called Mei Wu. Not that she was eccentric, mind you. But as I found later no two women are even close to alike, once you begin to delve more than skin (or cunt) deep. Each one has her mysteries, her secrets. Some are deeper than others, Mei was certainly one of the deep ones. And that surprized me. She was so cheerful and friendly, even mischievous that I expected no hidden depths. Boy, was I wrong! Dinner was at Pine Ridge's finest restaurant, Trotters. I had steak, Mei had fish. Since the place wasn't exactly private we kept the conversation light. I noticed our waiter paid close attention to Mei, hovering discretely until she even looked like she wanted something. Then he materialized instantly. Mei noticed, but was obviously at home in places like this. Her family was used to such things, Mei took them in her stride. Her conversation was witty, and she had the disconcerting habit of slipping in really awful puns from time to time. When dinner was over it was nearly 6:30. I was about to leave a tip when Mei leaned over and whispered in my ear. "No, master. They follow the french custom here." She pointed to a line on the check. Sure enough, the waiter's tip was part of the bill. Mei's action was done so casually and so quickly that no one paid any attention. "I owe you one." I whispered as I picked up her purse and handed it to her. She smiled at me and winked. We were getting in the car when I suddenly remembered the Honda dealership. "We have to stop by the car dealer's." I told Mei. "I've decided to create a fleet for the estate. Each girl gets to choose a car to drive." "You're buying everybody a car?" Mei asked, interestedly. "I'm buying cars for the estate." I corrected her. "I'm just letting each girl pick the one she likes. We're picking up Aki's tonight." "Who's Aki?" Mei asked. "Remember, the Japanese girl with the really long hair?" I asked. "Her name's Aki Yamoto." "Does she know you're buying her a new car?" Mei asked as we pulled out into traffic. "I'm buying the estate a car, Mei. Not Aki. Oh, by the way, what would you like?" "This one." Mei said with a grin. I chuckled. "Seriously, I don't know. I'll have to think about it." The dealership was only a couple of minutes away. As we pulled in three different salesmen made a bee-line for the car. It was obvious they recognized it, and the money it represented. When Mei stepped out of the car they ignored me. I sighed, thinking I was going to have to get used to it. Mei acted graciously to all three of them, then quickly culled one for us. It was clear she was already used to it. "Paul, this is James Donahue." Mei introduced a tall black man. He was wearing a standard issue Car Salesman's Suit, in grey. It did suit him, I thought. The other two salesmen retreated reluctantly. "What can I do for you today?" He said with a grin that said he hoped he could sell me the entire lot-with buildings. "Car number 6248435." I said cheerfully. "I want it. Now." He seemed somewhat taken aback. "Excuse me?" He asked. "You have a blue CRX Si, stock number 6248435." I repeated. "I'm here to buy it." "Yes, sir! Right this way. Can I get you something? A soft drink, or coffee?" "Mei?" I asked. She shook her head. "None for me, thanks. I just ate." "No thank you." I said. "Now, about that car. May we see it?" "Of course, of course." Mr Donahue seemed off his stride. "Just let me grab the keys and we'll go for a test drive." "That won't be necessary." I said, smiling. "But do get the keys. I would like to inspect it before purchase." "You're the customer." He said, smiling. He hurried off. "I don't think I've ever seen that haggling technique before." Mei said, amused. "I love doing that to car dealers." I confided. "They just don't know how to react to someone shoving money down their throat. It confuses them." Mei chuckled. I continued. "Just wait and see what he does when I pay cash for it." "Master!" She exclaimed, louder than she'd intended. Looking around abruptly she lowered her voice. No one had heard her outburst. "You're carrying that much money right now?" "Of course." I said blandly. "I always pay cash for things. So much simpler that way." Mei looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I grinned, watching her. "You're crazy." She said flatly. I nodded happily. "Well, it looks as if I'll just have to be your bodyguard." I gaped at her. Something was definitely askew. Little 4' 10" Mei was going to be my bodyguard? "You can guard my body anytime, Mei." She winced from the pun, but relaxed just a little. I chuckled at the thought of frail little Mei... ...casually tossing a heavy suitcase almost as big as she was onto the bed one-handed. Hmm. "Here we are!" James Donahue came back, obviously recovered, confident that the customer wasn't born who could throw him. He was about to be very surprized. We looked over the car, a beautiful little two-seater packed with all sorts of goodies. It had been washed just recently and gleamed in the setting sun. "Will she like it?" I asked Mei. Mei was running an appreciative hand over the sleek metal. "She'll love it, m-Paul." Mei said. "I know I would. It's beautiful." The window sticker said 14,600 dollars. I figured I could talk Jim Donahue down a little. Fifteen thousand in cash should just be enough. "Yes, sir, this is one fine machine." The salesman enthused. "Hot as a bottle rocket, gentle as a lamb. Easy to handle, parsimonious on gas, the perfect car for a young lady on the go." Behind his back Mei rolled her eyes. "Fine." I said. "I'll take it. Let's step into your office." "I thought that was my line." He joked, leading the way into the building. "Now, how would you like to pay for this?" He asked, grabbing a pen and a form. "We have several payment plans, including a lease with a buy option." "First, let's settle on a price." I suggested. "I'll pay you fifteen thousand, tax, title, etc included. Not one penny more." The salesman blinked at me. "Well, I'll have to ok it with my manager." He said uncertainly. "Fine, I'll wait." I sat back, watching him expectantly. Mei tried to keep a straight face and pulled it off until he left. Then she broke up, bending forward and putting her hands against her face. Her shoulders shook with silent laughter. I relaxed, letting the sight of her hilarity wash over me like waves of warm ocean water. I was enjoying myself immensely, shamelessly showing off in front of a beautiful woman, who was applauding everything I did. It felt terrific. It took about ten minutes before the salesman came back. He looked unhappy. "I'm sorry, sir but my manager won't go for less than fifteen five." He was good, I'll give him that. But I didn't care to haggle, I was flying too high. Pulling the money from my pocket I started counting. James Donahue's eyes slowly got bigger and bigger. I laid ten one thousand dollar bills and ten five hundred dollar bills on his desk. Even Mei looked impressed. "Now, do we do business or do these gentlemen." I tapped the pile of money. "and I go elsewhere?" The salesman swallowed. "Wait right here! I'll be right back." He bolted. This time Mei didn't try to stifle her laughter. I left the money sitting on the desk and leaned back, closing my eyes. It was less than a minute when the salesman returned, bringing a short fat man with him. "I'm John Sinclair." The fat man said. "I understand-" His eyes fell on the cash. A gleam lit there, one I've seen often enough before. "-that you've just bought a beautiful new CRX from us. Congratulations." "I take it my offer is acceptable after all?" I inquired. Mr Sinclair nodded, visibly restraining himself from grabbing the bills. "Yes, sir! After reconsidering our position, I'd say that your offer is quite fair. Yes, sir, quite fair." In his excitement he didn't even notice Mei. She looked surprized. I grinned at her. "Well, I'll leave you to conclude the paperwork, Jim." Mr Sinclair said, beaming at me and rubbing his hands together. "Oh," I said offhandedly. "I might be interested in doing business with you again soon." John Sinclair froze, then turned to me, his eyes lighting up. "Really?" He asked. "We'll be happy to oblige you sir, yes indeed!" "Do you offer fleet discounts?" I asked mildly. Mei was fighting to keep a straight face, sensing some new ploy. "I'm sure we can come to a mutual understanding." John Sinclair nodded eagerly. Now I understand how con artists work. The greed in his face was painful to see. "Of course," I continued. "I'll have to see how things go. But I do like that CRX. It's a lovely car." "I understand completely, sir." The fat man nodded. "Jim, make sure this gentleman is taken care of, understand?" "Yes, sir!" James Donahue was grinning from ear to ear. He'd probably made a huge commission, with more in sight. Of course he would take care of us! It took about ten minutes before the salesman handed me the keys. Cash has tremendous eloquence. They even filled the tank for us. By this time it was dark. I gave Mei the keys to the CRX and told her to follow me. The look she gave me made me grin all the way home. Mei had real trouble keeping up with me, the 959 kept running off from her, try as I might to keep the big beast under control. It was better when we got on the state route. The CRX could comfortably cruise around the curves at full speed. The 959, of course, didn't even deign to notice them. Finally we pulled up to the gate. It slid aside at my signal and we rolled through. The gate closed automatically behind us. Mei pulled into the garage beside me. When she got out of the CRX she gave it a fond pat. "That was not fair." She said to me, grabbing her purse. "The poor little CRX didn't have a chance against that big bully of yours." She smiled down at the little car. Damned if it didn't look smug. If Mei was driving me I'd look smug too, I suppose. "I'm sorry, Mei I just couldn't keep the speed down. I tried, but the car's so damn fast it's unbelievable." I apologized. "Do you think Aki will like the CRX?" "If she doesn't, I'll take it, master." Mei answered promptly. "It's a gorgeous little thing." "Ah, that reminds me." I said, smiling down at her. "It's now 8:18 PM, and you're a slave girl for the first time. Are you willing?" "Oh, yes, master." She breathed. "Do you submit to my every desire?" I asked, taking her into my arms. She melted against me, I could feel the warmth of her body through her dress. "Yes, master." She said, holding me. "I'm going to take your virginity tonight. Perhaps several times." She gazed up at me with longing. "I'm yours, my lord. In body and soul. I belong to you." My cock suddenly made its presence known. I leaned down and kissed her. Mei yielded instantly, completely, going limp. Her mouth opened and she accepted my tongue with a joyous swirl of her own. Desire told me to push her up against the car and violate her right there. "What would you do if I raped you right here and now?" I whispered to her. "I'm yours." She said simply, waiting. God, she'd actually let me! I was tempted, sorely tempted. But I wanted her first time to be special. I took her by the hand and pulled her into the house. "You enjoy the thought of being bound?" I asked her. Wordlessly she nodded. "I'm going to tie you up now." "Yes, master." She bowed her head. "Stay here." I moved quickly to the basement where I grabbed several lengths of silk rope. After a moment's thought I also took a ball gag. When I returned to Mei she was standing exactly where I'd left her, in exactly the same pose. She hadn't moved a muscle. "Very good, slave girl." I said. "Go into the living room and sit down on the couch. "Yes, master." She whispered. She nearly ran. I followed at a more sedate pace. When I arrived she was seated on the couch, waiting for me. "Put your arms behind your back." I ordered. She did so, crossing her wrists. I dropped all but one rope and gently arranged her arms the way I wanted them, wrists together but not crossed. I looped the rope around her wrists, firmly but not too tight. I wrapped around and around, finally leaving about six inches on either end, with which I cinched the rope, threading it around and around between her arms, pulling the wrist bonds tight. I made sure the knot was hard, on top of the ropes in between her arms where her questing fingers couldn't reach it. "Is that too tight?" I asked when I was finished. "Is it cutting off your circulation?" "No, master." She replied. "I'm going to bind your elbows together Mei. It may be uncomfortable for you. Tell me if it is, all right?" "Yes, master." She replied submissively. Taking another silk rope I wrapped it once around her elbows and gently pulled. Her elbows came together and Mei grunted, having to arch her back to relieve the strain. I ordered her to hold that position as I rapidly looped the rope around her arms just above the elbow. When I cinched it Mei gasped again. When I finished knotting it I paused. "Are you all right Mei? Does that hurt?" "A little, master." She said softly. "Do you want me to untie it?" I asked. Mei didn't answer for a moment. Then she just shook her head. I took another rope, this time tying it like the others, just below her elbows. Mei's eyes were closed and her face was drawn, making me ask her again if I should untie the elbow ropes. She shook her head again. End of part 5  [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Home Power Search Post to Usenet Ask DN Wizard Help Why use DN? | Advertising Info | Press Releases | Jobs | Policy Stuff Copyright © 1995-97 Deja News, Inc. All rights reserved.