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Part 15

      	Trying to speak with Ellen and Kim was almost a repeat of what
had happened at the car dealership.  The man hid it well, but Ken
could easily see past his facade.  He was wondering why Ken wanted to
deal with the dykes.  Perhaps Ken was gay?  There was no ring...
      
      	After running the subtle but substantial management gauntlet
that kept trying to steer him to someone more suitable, Ken was
finally ushered in to Ellen's office.  While it was a nice office, it
was clear that Ellen wasn't in favor with the management.
      
      	Once they were alone, and Kim was called in, Ellen became all
business. By 4 PM everything had been set up.  The transfers,
including the money for his car, working money accounts for him and
Jane and investment accounts would occur the next day.  They agreed to
speak tomorrow at noon so that Kim could update Ken on the state of
the transfers.  Once the business was done, Ken decided it was time to
do a little look-see into just what made these two women tick.
      
       	For Ken, time slowed almost to a halt as he skimmed through
the sexual pasts of the women.  He liked what he saw - and there was a
great deal to see.
       
       	Ellen and Kim were lesbians - mostly.  They both liked sex
with men, but considered another woman the only suitable partner for a
relationship.  Ellen was dominant, so much so that that odd push back
effect that he had with men occurred with her as well.  Her sexual
past was open though and he could see that not only was she dominant,
but she played a very hard game.  She'd love Jane, he thought.  Kim
was her submissive.  She was still in training, as far as they were
concerned, but was coming along nicely.  She wasn't showing it, but
sitting was not a comfortable activity for her at the moment.
       
       	Kim had slept the night at the foot of the bed, wrists and
ankles cuffed together.  When the alarm had gone off this morning, it
had only woken her.  Mainly because it was set on the floor right next
to her and the volume was low.
       
       	She'd struggled onto the bed, pulled the blankets to the side
with her teeth and licked her Mistress awake.  Kim had been suffering
quite a bit since she had to pee and eating her Mistress while being
so helpless was very arousing to her.  Ellen had an orgasm, while
Kim's body ached from the bowed position she was in.  Kim didn't care
- it reinforced her submissiveness.
       
       	She had been receiving nightly whippings.  Ellen would tie her
sub, tease her close to orgasm, then apply the whip to her ass, tease
her more, then whip her again.  Kim was not allowed an orgasm at
night.  In the morning though, Ellen would put the woman on her hands
and knees and arouse her again.  This time, when Kim was begging to
cum, Ellen would use a crop on her ass, hard enough to welt it
thoroughly, while keeping Kim on the edge as long as possible. 
Eventually, Kim would cum, screaming her way threw several orgasms as
Ellen whipped her ass.
       
       	After several months of this, Kim had started to strongly
associate the whip with her orgasms.  Especially since unless she was
being whipped, or had been whipped very recently, she was either not
allowed an orgasm, or was given a feeble one that was more frustrating
rather than fulfilling.  Ellen was very pleased because this morning
had gone so well.
       
       	After she had been eaten to orgasm, Ellen placed Kim, her
hands and feet were still cuffed, kneeling on the bed.  She'd then
bent Kim over and pressed her shoulders on the bed, which pushed her
ass in the air.  She pushed opened Kim's knees which gave her
excellent access to the girl's shaved, swollen pussy.  She'd licked
the girl to arouse her, sucking on her clit until it was swollen and
peeking from her hood, then grabbed a cat.  With strong up and down
strokes, she whipped Kim's ass, forming welt after welt on the down
strokes.  The upstrokes all went right between her legs, rasping and
stinging her wet, open pussy.  Ellen managed to get Kim to cum twice
like that.  She'd had to help her to the shower afterward, because she
was so weak after the strong orgasms.
       
       	Ken was hard from seeing all this in their minds.  He got it
from both points of view - the Domme training side, and the sub
learning to love the whip side.  Yup.  Kim and Jane had a lot in
common and he wondered what it would take to set up some play time
with these two.  He was sure Jane wouldn't have any problem being
topped by Ellen and he knew he'd love to get his hands on Kim.
       
       	As a finale, once they were out of the shower, Ellen had
pushed a pretty large butt plug inside Kim's ass and left it there. 
It was still there and Kim was feeling it.  The pain of her welts
however, was keeping her aroused enough that the constant spreading of
her asshole was arousing as well.  All part of Ellen's plan, Ken saw.
       
       	It had taken less than a minute to scan their sexual
activities, but during that time, both women had become very aroused. 
They didn't know why, they just wanted some action.  Preferably with
Ken.  Still, they were professionals and if Ken noticed Kim's nipples
poking through her top and the fact that he could clearly smell their
arousal, he didn't say anything.  They, in turn, pointedly ignored the
large bulge in his pants.
       
       	Ken was pretty tired once he got home.  He smiled thinking how
exhausting spending money could be.  Oh well, he was sure he'd be able
to get used to it.
       
       	There were several messages on the machine.  The first was
from Jane saying that she was going to be a bit late, and the second
was from Andrea.  He smiled thinking about Andrea.  She was a sub that
he got together with on occasion so that they could play.  It had been
a while, so she was wondering if he might be interested in a little
play time tonight.
       
       	He called and spoke to her, suggesting they have a little
dinner.  She agreed and they decided on a time.  Since the place was
closer to her apartment, he sort of had to hustle.
       
       	He wondered while he drove, what it would be like with Andrea.
 They'd played together for almost two years.  She was good, Ken
thought, and he'd been lucky to have her.  But they'd never grown very
close.  Ken figured that was because she just wanted to play the
field.
       
       	They met and once they were seated and started talking, Ken
began to worry.  The flow of sexual energy he was coming to associate
with compatible women was almost completely absent.  She was
interested in him, but the kind of feelings that he associated with a
compatible sub were just not there.  He touched her thoughts...
       
       	A minute later he drew back.  He was saddened and just a
little angry.
       
       	"Andrea," he said, "I was wondering.  You never told me why it
is you like the scene so much."
       
      	 She looked a little startled.  They'd often done scene
negotiation, but never had much discussion beyond that.
       
       	"You know what I like Ken," she said.
       
       	"I know what you tell me you like, yes.  However, that wasn't
what I asked.  I asked why you like BDSM."
       
       	She frowned.  She didn't want to go there.  She'd had a bad
day at work and just wanted a little relief.
       
       	"Ken, we've been sceneing for almost two years.  You know I'm
into it."  Going for the seduction angle she said, "I'm into you - and
I ... can't wait for that thick cock of yours to be deep into me.  Is
Master going to do my ass tonight?"
       
       	Normally, Ken would have been very interested in her offer. 
She was a skilled sub.  Actually, Ken thought, she was a skilled
actress.  Her interest in the scene was a complete sham - despite how
it got her off.  She had no understanding what so ever what it was all
about.
       
      	Andrea thought of him as someone who just liked to abuse women
and it gave her comfort to be abused because her self worth was almost
zero.  Plus, she loathed him because he abused women, which allowed
her to reinforce how she felt about herself - after all, she was
letting him abuse her. At the same time she felt superior to him
because he was nothing but a low life that beat women in his spare
time.
      
      	People, Ken realized, could be very complex.  Still, he was
angry with himself for being taken in by her, and disgusted with her
because of how she thought about herself and him.  She'd lied for
their entire relationship.  She didn't have any other lovers.  Just
him.  And she certainly didn't consider him a lover, or a Master. 
Just someone to make her feel how she wanted to feel.  She figured
that if the price was catering to his big ego, then that was life.
      
      	Still, he couldn't just come out and say what he knew.  Angry
as he was, he didn't want to hurt her.  Well, he did, but he wasn't
going to any more than necessary.  What he was going to do was end
their relationship.
      
      	"No," he said with no change in his voice, "not until you
answer my question."
      
      	Jesus Christ, she thought, how much to I have to stroke this
asshole's ego just for a little play time?
      
      	"You know I like to have you control me."  She smiled, still
the excellent actress.  "I love it when you tie me down and ravage
me."  My ass is going to hurt for a week you fucker, "and it makes me
so hot when you tie me up," since I know the only way you can get off
is to practically rape me.
      
      	Ken was having a hard time keeping his composure.  Being able
to read someone's thoughts was definitely a two edged sword.  Oddly
enough, being forced into sex did make her hot.  But the reasons she
got off on it were making him sick.  What she really needed was to
hook up with a pure sadist.  Or a very good physiatrist.
      
      	He'd been hoping to draw her out somehow, to get her angry or
even make her admit she really didn't like BDSM.  But that, he
realized, wasn't going to happen.  She was too good at the game.  So
he decided on a different tack.
      
      	"Look Andrea," he sighed, "the reason that I wanted to meet
here was because I have something to tell you."  She looked at him,
uncertain.  This was not in her script for the night.  "I've started
seeing someone else.  I'm sorry."
      
      	The flair of anger coming from her was almost physical. 
Interestingly, he could feel the energy of the emotion, but not absorb
it.  It actually felt pretty uncomfortable since he was so open to it.
 Andrea showed only a slight frown on her face though.
      
      	"Oh.  I thought that, um, you and I were going to get together
tonight though."
      
      	We would have, if you weren't ... well you, Ken thought.  "I
know and I'm sorry.  But things have gone in a very different
direction than I thought they would," and wasn't that an
understatement, "so it probably wouldn't be a good idea."
      
      	She sat still for a second, the blaze of anger growing even
higher.  She wasn't hurt - she didn't care enough about him for his
rejection to hurt.  She was just furious that the release she wanted,
needed, was going to be denied to her.
      
      	"You son of a bitch.  You're breaking up with me," she said. 
"What was all that bullshit you gave me about poly relationships then?
 Just a bunch of talk?  What, you planning on settling down with your
cute little wifey sub and pumping out a bunch of kids while she serves
you hand and foot?"
      
      	Now she was getting out of control.  Her comments were
revealing her true nature.
      
      	"You gonna beat her too?  Find someone who's gonna put up with
better than I did?"
      
      	Yup, she was livid now.  Ken figured he could continue to goad
her to make her expose her true thoughts or he could leave, thus
avoiding the scene she was going to generate.  He decided that leaving
was the better idea and stood, pulling out his wallet.
      
      	"Andrea, I think you should give some real thought to why you
pretended to like our relationship.  Why you lied about getting off on
BDSM, something that you don't even understand, and why you lied to me
about having other lovers.  Self worth doesn't come from tricking
others into doing something that you despise them for doing."  She
paled, too stunned to respond.  He knew she was wondering how the hell
he'd known.  Ken dropped several twenties on the table.  "Good bye,
Andrea.  I hope you find what you need - because what you want is
pretty fucked up."
      
      	Ken was upset on the drive home.  Very upset.  He'd been duped
for two years by someone he thought he knew.  Two years she'd used
him.  Funny, he thought, if it had been just for the sex that would
have been one thing.  But she really didn't like him - not at all. 
She'd just used him to reinforce her twisted logic about life.  It
made him sick and pissed at the same time.  He'd been so stupid.
      
      	Jane of course, was waiting for him when he got home.  She
wasn't naked, either, and just opened her arms to him after he set
down his keys.  They sat in silence on his couch for close to an hour
while Ken worked through his anger and hurt.  Jane's presence was a
balm, soft and comforting.  There was no doubt about her love for him.
 Not when he could feel it so strongly.
      
      	Finally, he told her what had happened with Andrea.  She'd
known, of course, that he was upset, just not why.
      
      	"I'm sorry Ken," she said.  "There are people like that.  She
sounds like she needs help, but I don't think she's going to get it."
      
      	Ken felt guilty about how he'd handled the entire episode.
      
      	"Now Master," said Jane, "don't go feeling guilty.  You didn't
do anything wrong.  Besides, just because you can read other people's
thoughts doesn't mean you're going to be able to understand why they
do the things they do."
      
      	"Heh," he said, "you're right I guess.  Plus, I'm pretty new to
this mind reading thing.  How is that going for you?"
      
      	"Actually, I can't read thoughts.  I can sense moods, very
strongly, in fact, and of course, sexual feelings can be read.  I can
tap into people's fantasies like you described you can, but I can't
actually hear thoughts."  She smiled, "I guess there are some
advantages to being an Avatar."
      
      	"It doesn't disturb you that I can read your thoughts?" he
asked.
      
      	"Not really.  It's going to make surprising you a little
difficult."
      
      	"Well, it's not like I just go around reading people, you
know," he said.  "Still, it's probably not a good idea for other
people to know what I can do.  In fact, I think that we shouldn't let
anyone who's not dedicated to Lea have any idea what either one of us
can do.  I'm sure that the government would love to get their hands on
us."
      
      	Jane, who had many abduction fantasies, was not tempted by that
scenario in the least.
      
      	Ken told her about the new car, and she jumped up and insisted
on seeing it right away.  She oo'd, and aah'd in all the right places,
and Ken could tell she really did like it.  He mentioned that they
should get her something new as well - an idea she was very happy
with.
      
      	They also talked about Ellen and Kim handling the financial end
of things.  He relayed what he knew of their professional abilities
and extracurricular activities.  Jane was delighted and hoped that
they'd be able to bring them in to the Goddess.  Ken said he thought
they could, but they'd have to see.  Meanwhile they'd have to work on
getting Ellen and Kim into a position where a little swapping would be
a possibility.  Jane was all for that - a Domme that got off on
whipping a woman to orgasm?  Yum.
      
      	Finally, he told her that when Ally got home she'd been
promised dessert and a discussion on relationships.  Of course, by
that time, it was almost time for her to get home.  Jane decided to
run to the store down the street - in the new X5 or course, to get
something appropriate.  Ken smiled and handed her the second set of
keys he'd had made and let her drive.
      
      	They quickly bought the fixens for some ice cream concoctions
and a bit of cake, then headed back.  They moved quickly, but Ken
still noticed the number of looks they got from various people in the
store.  He wondered it there was any way to tone down the effect the
pheromones that Lea said they were producing.  If not, a ride in an
elevator might be a very interesting experience.
      
      	Ally arrived at the house only ten minutes after they did.  She
kissed them both - then kissed them again as she started to react to
their presence.  Ken put together the dessert plate and brought it to
the living room while Jane and Ally talked about Ally's day.  Once
they were all comfortable, Ken decided to get the ball rolling.
      
      	"So Jane," he said, "Ally seemed a little nervous about staying
here with us.  I think she thinks the place is too small."
      
      	"That's not what I said," said Ally, falling right into the
trap.
      
      	"Oh, that's right," smiled Ken, "it was something else."
      
     	 Ally recognized the cue and repeated to Jane her fears of
intruding on their relationship.
      
      	"You won't Ally," said Jane.  "Trust me; we want you to be a
part of it, not separate from it."
      
      	Ally blinked.  "Really?"
      
      	"Yes," said Ken, "But you have to understand what 'it' is."
      
      	She nodded, her eyes interested.
      
      	"Ally, Jane and I have a very unconventional relationship. 
Before I start trying to define something that almost defies
explanation, let me ask you a question:  How many people do you love?"
      
      	"Huh?  I don't know what you mean," replied the girl.
      
      	"Well, how many people.  Your sister?  Other relatives?"
      
      	"Well, I dunno.  A bunch I guess."
      
      	"And how many of those do you have sex with?"
      
      Ally blushed, Ken knew exactly what she was thinking and
feeling, but she gamely answered: "None of them."
      
      	"But you have sex with both Jane and I, right?"
      
      	She nodded.
      
      	"Do you think that you might eventually develop feelings for
Jane and/or I?"
      
      	Ally blushed and looked at the carpet nodding assent.  Ken knew
she had already developed feelings for them.  They were new - like new
love - and very lusty feelings, but they were there.  Over time, given
the chance, they'd grow.
      
      	"How would you feel if we - Jane and I - had sex with another
woman?  Or if maybe Jane had sex with another man?"
      
      	"Wouldn't you be upset if Jane had sex with another man?"
countered Ally, fighting down the anxiety that those thoughts evoked.
      
      	"No."  Ken said.  "In fact, part of our agreement as Master and
slave is that I will, on occasion, give her to someone else."  Ken
noted with interest that Ally's emotions were tinged with anxiety and
loss rather than jealousy at the thought of Jane having sex with
someone else.  The teen looked at Jane with wide eyes.
      
      	"You'd let him do that?" she asked.
      
      	"I was the one who asked for that part of the agreement," said
Jane.  "Things have changed a bit between Ken and me since then, but I
like men.  I don't have to love them to have sex.  Even if I did love
another man, it would not affect how I feel for Ken.  Any more than
your love for your sister or mother would effect how you felt about a
husband."
      
      	Ally blushed when Jane said this.  Jane didn't know the exact
reason, but she was beginning to figure it out.
      
      	"What we're trying to say Ally," continued Ken, "Is that Jane
and I will end up having sex, and most likely loving, a number of
people.  We don't think that to love someone, you have to devote all
your emotions to them.  True, finding one partner is hard enough. 
Trying to work things out between two people, let alone three or more,
can be very difficult.  But we know it can be done."  He paused and
looked at the girl who was deep in thought.  "That is the kind of
relationship we are talking about.  We think that there are risks, but
that the rewards are far greater.  We'd like to know if you will join
us," he finished.
      
      	Ally was silent.  Her heart and body were pulling her in one
direction, but her mind and her upbringing were screaming all sorts of
objections.  Not to mention that having sex with a lot of people -
while it might be fun, was pretty dangerous in this day and age -
never mind the chance of pregnan...
      
      	She looked up at Ken in alarm, both hands going to her mouth. 
How could she have been so stupid!  Both Jane and Ken felt the mental
bolt of panic the girl produced.
      
      	"Oh SHIT!" she said, dropping her head in her hands. 
      
      	"What's wrong Ally?" asked Jane sliding close to the girl.  Ken
knew.  He couldn't help but know.  He also couldn't say anything,
since if he did, she'd start to wonder how he'd guessed.
      
      	"Shit, Shit, SHIT!  How could I have been so stupid?" she
cried.
      
      	"Ally," said Ken pitching his voice to get her attention, "tell
us what's wrong."
      
      	She looked at him, fear plain on her face.  "In the... the
excitement of the last few days, I forgot, totally forgot about birth
control!  We never used any and I could be pregnant!"
      
      	"You're not," said Jane firmly.
      
      	"You don't know that," said Ally, "I'm not on the pill or..."
      
      	"Ally," interrupted Jane sharply.  The girl looked up.  "We
would never have taken that chance with you.  Ken will not get you
pregnant."
      
      	"You mean he's had a vasectomy?" she asked, relief flooding
through her.
      
      	"I mean, that he won't get you pregnant.  You have nothing to
fear on that front."  Jane's voice softened.  "Ally we would never
have assumed that you were on the pill.  We knew you weren't thinking
completely clearly," she smiled and Ally blushed, "and we knew you had
nothing to fear.  So we didn't bring it up."
      
      	"God I feel like such and idiot."
      
      	"Goddess," Ken and Jane corrected together.
      
      	Ally looked at them blankly.  Ken sighed.  "Since we're
dragging things out into the open here, you may as well know.  We
don't follow the any religion you'd be familiar with."
      
      	"I don't understand," she said.  All Ally could think about at
the moment was that she wasn't pregnant.  That was a good thing, to
say the least.
      
      	"We don't follow a religion you'd be familiar with.  We follow
a Goddess based religion," replied Jane.
      
      	"Like Pagans or Wicca?"
      
      	"Yes," said Ken, "something like that."  He knew what a Pagan
was, in general terms, but had no idea what the hell Wicca was.  Jane
evidently knew though.  He guessed that he'd ask her to explain later.
      
      	"I figured," said Ally.  "I mean, if you were going to have a
religion, it sure as hell wouldn't be my Mom's."
      
      	They chuckled and Ally asked, "Does this mean I have to convert
or something?"
      
      	Here was an interesting point.  Ken was pretty sure that Ally
would be 'converting' in the near future.  And that she'd be a
dedicated Priestess not long after.  But he wasn't going to tell her
that.
      
      	"We don't require anyone to convert to anything, Ally," said
Ken. "We are dedicated to a Goddess, but that doesn't mean that you
have to be.  If you're interested, we'll be happy to talk about those
beliefs."
      
      	"Oh," she said.
      
      	"It's pretty late," said Ken.  "If you'd like, you can stay
here again tonight, or you can head over to Jane's place.  It's only
about 15 minutes from here.  Take the car for now - don't shake your
head dear, I don't need the car right at the moment."
      
      	Ken knew she wanted to stay.  But she really wanted to sort out
what they had told her and she wouldn't be able to think clearly if
she stayed here.  She could feel her body responding to their
presence, aching for their touch.  It was best if she slept somewhere
else tonight so that she could think things through.  He followed this
line of thought with approval.
      
      	"I... please understand, but I think I should stay the night at
Jane's.  I mean, if that's OK, because..."
      
      	Jane put her hand on Ally's shoulder. "It's OK, Ally.  I'm sure
you want to think things over.  I want you to know that you can stay
in the apartment as long as you need to even if you don't want to stay
with us."
      
      	"Same goes with the car use," said Ken.  He held up his hand to
forestall any protest.  "Ally, I just got hold of a new car today. 
Eventually I'll trade that one it, but I don't need to right now.  I
don't mind if you use it, and maybe I can eventually give you a deal
if you want to buy it from me.  But for now - until things get sorted
out for you, I want you to use it.  Keep the phone too - they're
cheap."
      
      	Tears appeared in her eyes.  "I don't want to leave," she said,
"I don't!"
      
      	"We're not forcing you," said Jane.  "But really - follow your
first instinct.  Get a little separation.  Think things through. 
There are no strings attached to our help, I promise."
      
      	Ally gathered up her things while Jane wrote directions to her
apartment.  Ally's sister had managed to smuggle her some more
clothing to her, so at least she had something.  Jane told her to eat
whatever was in the fridge, it would only go bad otherwise.  Ally
hugged them both and left.
      
      	Ken and Jane went to bed and made slow, but intense, love then
fell asleep.
      
      	End Part 15

My thanks to MWTB for the proofreading asstance.  Of course, I get to
claim any mistakes that were still left because, after all, I was the
one who caused them.

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