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Chapter 39

      	Ken found Joan in the Garden.  They hadn't had much time to
speak since she'd arrived, but Ken had felt she was a little
uncomfortable.
      
      	Not only was she still very attracted to Ken - and, God help
her Jane and Arianwen (although Joan could have sworn the girl's name
had been Ally when they'd been originally introduced), but the big guy
Eric was making her knees week as well.  She felt kind of sad, knowing
that at one time in her life she would have been able to compete with
Jane's beauty.  Now, she just felt out classed.  And old.
      
      	Loneliness filled her as she stood in the Garden.  She'd thrown
a lot of effort into her business, but as had been noted by others, a
business didn't keep her warm at night.  She jumped and wiped her eyes
as she realized that Ken was standing across from her.
      
      	"Ken, hi, I didn't see you there," she said.
      
      	"You okay?" he asked as he walked toward her.
      
      	"Uh, yeah.  Fine.  Just allergies," she lied.  "But it's such a
beautiful garden I couldn't resist.  I don't remember it being quite
like this the last time I was here.  I can't decide what's changed
though."
      
      	If only you knew, thought Ken, how very much has changed.  He
could see the faintly glowing Circle, but knew that Joan could not. 
His vision blurred for a moment and he saw Joan, dressed in a thin,
white robe, passionately kissing Jane.  The vision faded.  Hmmm.
      
      	"Well, little things have changed, here and there," said Ken
with a smile.
      
      	He moved closer to her and felt her heart rate jump a bit. 
Arousal began to seep through her, but longing and loneliness kept it
mostly at bay.  They began to talk.  Joan found Ken very easy to talk
to and ended up telling him more than she would have ever told anyone
else.  After all, it wasn't like she really knew him.  Still, feeling
as she did tonight, she ended up sobbing on him for a short time.
      
      	"Shit," she said wiping her eyes, "there goes the image of a
hard core business woman."
      
      	"Somehow, I doubt that you let your emotions affect your
business decisions," smiled Ken.
      
      	Except were you are concerned, Joan thought.  She hadn't been
able to get him out of her head ever since they'd met, try as she
might.  Nightly masturbation sessions had seen to that.  Recalling her
fantasy, she'd even taken to sucking her juices off her fingers while
she fingered herself.  The embarrassment of liking the taste hadn't
stopped her from continuing the practice.
      
      	Since she was sitting so close, it was easy for Ken to rub her
shoulder.  She was very tense, but when he touched her, arousal flared
in her body.  Oddly, she felt very safe here in the this garden,
opening herself to this man.  And opening herself was exactly what she
wanted to do.  She wanted him to take her, she wanted to know she was
desirable enough to be taken.
      
      	Fear and disappointment began dousing her arousal as she once
again thought of her competition.  No way she was as beautiful as
those two.  Hell, even the woman who'd had a kid six months ago looked
better than she did!
      
      	Ken kissed her.  She looked startled and returned the kiss
which he quickly broke off.
      
      	"Shit," he said, "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have done that, but
you're very beautiful."
      
      	This, Ken knew, was a good way to seduce her.  The fact that
she was so beautiful, even though she didn't see it, made it his
comment truthful, for all that he wanted to seduce her.  He wanted
her, but without the use of magick.  With it, he could have her
stripped in seconds, but somehow he thought of that as a betrayal of
what the power was.
      
      	Jane appeared in the Garden and walked up to the two.  Joan
started to panic.  She'd be ruined if Jane had seen them kissing!
      
      	"Hi," said Jane as she walked up to them.  Ken felt she was
very horny from the strap and plugs between her legs.  Unlike Ken, she
had no compunction what so ever about using her ability to seduce
Joan, but sensed that Ken wanted to handle it differently.  Besides,
her read of Joan showed it wasn't necessary.
      
      	"Sally's mom is leaving soon.  I thought you'd want to know,"
she said kissing Ken.  Then, to Joan's absolute shock, she leaned over
and kissed her; right on the lips!
      
      	"If you want, I'll tell her you're indisposed and see that
you're not bothered." She ran a hand down Joan's arm, her caress
sending a shiver of lust through the woman.  "You two have fun and
I'll see you later."
      
      	She gently kissed Joan again, then Ken and left.  Joan was just
a bit shocked.  Jane's casual kiss had set a fire in her belly, and
she desperately tried to contain herself.  She stood to leave.

   	"Joan," said Ken.  His voice was firm and it stopped her.  "Turn
around and look at me."

    	Silent, hating herself, she did.

    	"You're making a decision without all the information you need."

    	That comment caught her by surprise.  What the hell was he
talking about?

    	"You're worried that you'd be intruding on Jane and I," Ken stood
and took a step so that he stood near her.  "You're not."

    	Joan frowned.  "You mean you two aren't lovers?"

    	She'd be so disappointed if he lied to her.  

    	"Of course we're lovers," he smiled.  "I'd think that was
obvious.  But she meant it when she said that we should have fun and
that we wouldn't be interrupted by anyone else."

    	"You have an open relationship," Joan made that a statement.

    	"Yes, but there's a bit more to it than that.  A bit more than I
want to go into right now."  He placed a hand on Joan's shoulder and a
shiver of lust threaded its way down her nerves.  Ken was surprised
because he wasn't using any power at all, and he had the pheromones
throttled way back.
    	"I don't understand," she replied.  Joan was confused and her
confusion could turn to misery, or deeper lust, depending on how he
played it.

    	"She knows I think you're very attractive.  She also thinks
you're attractive, but wasn't sure how you'd react to her interest." 
That was a lie -- Jane knew the woman would have sex with her.  She
also knew that Joan was very confused and decided that it was best if
Ken handled this alone.

    	"You don't have to be alone, Joan.  Not tonight -- not any night.
 We live a very different sort of life here.  One I think you would
like a lot."  He ran a hand through her hair, then gripped the back
lightly.  Her breath caught.  "Give me an hour.  Just one hour.  If at
any time you want me to stop, simply say red and I'll stop."

    	Joan wanted this.  She wanted him.  She wanted her fantasy, but
as an adult, had all too much experience that said she was asking for
trouble.  His lips came closer and hers parted in anticipation.  Once
he claimed the kiss she was lost.

    	It was more like two hours later when she came to her senses. 
Once Ken knew she wanted him, he had no reservations about using his
power to make things better for her.  Joan, for her part, had
completely surrendered herself to him.  She did whatever he wanted her
to do and reveled in it.  She'd never liked a man to go down on her,
but when she protested he just ignored her.  Joan quickly got over her
embarrassment and came hard as his fingers curled in her vagina and
his tongue sucked her clit.  He obviously had no problem with what she
smelled or tasted like.  He'd flipped her over after she came and
entered her from behind.  She moaned, realizing that it would take
very little for him to fuck her ass.  Once he was fully inside her
pussy though, she was thankful he hadn't tried.  He'd have split her
in two.

    	After fucking her to another orgasm, Ken had her blow him,
knowing that her taste on his cock would drive her wild.  He'd
controlled her bobbing head by gripping her nipples and pulling them
in the direction he wanted to go.  He spanked her, reddening her ass
while he masturbated her to orgasm and made her beg for more.  She did
everything he wanted and, for the first time in her life, let herself
give in completely to a lover.  In the end, when he took her ass, she
welcomed the pain and even managed to cum when he dumped his load in
her asshole.

    	She woke up in his arms, a blanket underneath them.  Joan had
fallen asleep after Ken had taken her that last time.  She was sore,
but more satisfied than she'd ever been in her whole life.  Jane had
come into the Garden with the blanket, and Joan had only murmured
sleepily as he lifted her onto it.  He curled around her and Jane
kissed him and left.

    	Joan woke up somewhat disoriented.  She was naked, in a man's
arms, outside.   She looked at Ken, then blushed and buried her head
in his chest.

    	"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.

    	"God, you must think I'm a complete slut," she mumbled into his
chest.  "A psychotic slut at that."

    	"Joan," he said, pushing on her chin so that she could meet his
eyes, "did you enjoy yourself?"

    	She nodded, eyes bright and happy.  The loneliness had retreated,
leaving her soft brown eyes wide and clear.  She nodded, happy,
somewhat embarrassed, and, god help her, still a bit aroused.

    	"So did I.  And in this house, that counts for a lot.  We don't
make judgments -- at least not of the type you're used to, and we try
to love each other and see to each other's needs."

    	Joan stiffened in his arms and he knew she'd seen Jane
approaching.  She tried to cover herself, but Ken wouldn't let her.

    	"You have nothing to hide from Jane," he whispered in her ear. 
"Besides, you can still use your word."

    	She resolutely did not say anything as the younger woman
approached.  At first Joan thought she was nude, but she was wearing a
black bikini.  Joan realized that she may as well have been nude,
because it covered almost nothing.

    	"I brought coffee for you two," she said kneeling gracefully next
to them.  She acted as if she served two naked people everyday, one of
them her own lover who had just obviously had sex with a stranger. 
Jane handed Ken a steaming mug, and he smiled and thanked her.  It was
warm out, but Joan wanted the caffeine to help clear her head, so she
took the cup that was offered to her as well.

    	"Thank you," said Joan, still nervous.

    	"You're welcome," replied the other woman with a warm smile.

    	Ken knew that Joan felt this should be awkward, but in truth, she
was just too relaxed to feel anything but happy and satisfied.  Jane
stayed and they talked.  Not about what she had Ken just done, but
about the mansion and how they were settling in.  About Sally, Eric
and the baby, and how they fit in here.  Joan was surprised to learn
about Bill and Genie living here and laughed when they told her that
they thought Bill still hadn't realized that Genie had moved in with
them.  As she grew more comfortable with them, her lust began to rise
again.  And when there was a silence between them, it seemed only
natural that she open her lips to Jane when the other woman leaned
toward her.

    	Ken's hands caressed Joan's slick lips, drawing a groan from the
woman as her tongue danced with Jane's.  He lay her down, playing with
her breasts as Jane started kissing her way down Joan's body.  Once
again, Joan was a little nervous when Jane's tongue began licking her
furry sex, but that was quickly forgotten as Jane's considerable skill
brought her close to a peak in record time.  Ken fed his cock into
Joan's mouth, stifling any complains she might have made when Jane
spread her legs back and wide, then speared her well fucked asshole
with her tongue while rubbing her clit with her thumb.  The two of
them drove Joan through several orgasms as Jane sucked and swallowed
as much of Ken's cum from her body as she could.  Joan eagerly drank
all of Ken's cum when he finished in her mouth.
 
    	After her last orgasm, Joan lay in a sweaty heap, panting.  She
knew she should offer to return the favor to Jane, but for one, she
was just too tired.  For another, she was embarrassed, since she'd
never had sex with a woman before.  Plus, lame as it sounded, it was
getting late and she had an early morning client to deal with.
    
    	She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at the two people
who'd brought her more sexual pleasure than anyone she'd ever met. 
Her chest hurt and her belly clenched with longing as she looked at
them.  If only...
    
    	"Joan," said Ken, "You're welcome to stay the night, or even the
weekend, if you'd like."  He knew she'd turn him down, which was
probably a good thing.  He suspected that the play party tomorrow was
going to be very intense.  He knew his plans for Jane and Ari were,
and he had no idea how Joan would react to something like that.
    
    	"Longer, if you'd like," said Jane as she ran strong fingers over
Joan's calf muscle.
    
    	Joan just looked at them, tears forming in her eyes.  What the
hell was with her tonight?, she thought.
    
    	"I'd like that," she replied, hoping they weren't just being
polite.  Obviously they were swingers and Joan had very little
experience with that sort of etiquette. However... "Unfortunately, I
have an early client tomorrow and a full day scheduled."
    
    	Jane looked at Ken and he nodded.  She collected the mugs, kissed
Joan and left saying, "I need to remind Arianwen that she has to take
Karen home.  I think they've managed to corner Bill and I doubt that
he knows what to make of Karen."
    
    	She kissed Joan one more time, a deep kiss, full of promise and
said, "Joan, I'm sure my Master will explain what's going on around
here.  But let me assure you that we both want you back -- soon."
    
    	"Master?" asked Joan.  She was more that a bit surprised at the
effect Jane's kiss had had on her.  Jane just rose to her feet, and
padded away.
    
    	"Would you like a shower?" asked Ken.  "We have a very nice one
upstairs, as you might recall."
    
    	"What..." began Joan.  She stopped when Ken raised his hand.
    
    	"I'll explain in the shower, OK?"
    
    	She nodded and they gathered up the clothes and Joan wrapped the
blanket around herself.  Ken knew they wouldn't meet anyone on the way
upstairs.  Besides, everyone here, with the exception of Genie's two
friends, had seen him naked.  Genie, her friends, Eric, Gary and
Annette were all in the pool, so they wouldn't be seen by them.  David
and Lenny were in the kitchen drinking coffee, watching the antics in
the pool.  Kim was receiving her evening whipping and orgasm from
Ellen, upstairs in the bedroom they'd claimed.
    
    	Once in the shower, Ken took the soap and began to wash Joan,
massaging her skin as he cleaned her.
    
    	"Why did Jane call you Master?" she asked.
    
    	"Because," he replied, running his slick hands over her breasts,
"she's my slave.  As is Arianwen."
    
    	Joan knew as much about a real BDSM relationship as most people
-- meaning nothing.  She turned and looked at him.
    
    	"I see," her voice was somewhat disapproving.
    
    	"Actually," he smiled, "you don't."  
    
    	Ken proceeded to explain to Joan what kind of relationship he had
with Jane and Arianwen, that it was fully consensual and that anyone
could opt out at any time.  Of course, he never mentioned the fact
that both Jane and Arianwen were High Priestess, or that their
religion revolved around sex.  What he said went a long way toward
mollifying her, even, though she wouldn't admit it, arousing her a
bit.  Ken knew though.  He knew that she'd be thinking about this talk
when she went home and suspected that she'd want to know a lot more
about it very soon.
    
      	"So," she said careful, "is that what you want me for?  Another
slave?"
      
      	"We," said Ken stressing the word, "want you for you.  We'd
like to have an intimate relationship with you.  If you want to be a
slave, that's fine.  If you don't, no one here is going to force you. 
If you want to explore it, discover what our life here is all about,
than you're welcome to do that as well.  But I'll warn you, we don't
live by what society considers normal rules.  We don't follow many of
societies' conventions when it comes to relationships either."
      
      	Then he went on to explain about the play party and that since
Genie, Sally, Jane and Arianwen were slaves, that they'd be serving
the Dom's, and Sandy, for the entire weekend.
      
      	"You're more than welcome to come back," he said, "but I'll
warn you that things can get pretty intense.  No one will force you to
do anything, though, and everyone will be happy to explain what's
going on.  And," he added with a smile, "I'd love to see you."
      
      	"Are things always like that here?" asked Joan.  What would it
be like, she wondered, being played with, used for sex at someone
else's whim?  Her pussy clenched and she wished she'd put on her
panties.  She hadn't because they were a sticky mess, but she
suspected that if they kept talking about this, she'd end up with a
wet spot on her dress.
      
      	"The slaves are slaves all the time, yes.  The women here tend
to be a bit casual about clothing as well."  He smiled as he thought
about the Heinlein books he'd read and asked Joan if she'd ever read
any.
      
      	"No," she replied, "I don't read a lot of fiction."  
      
      	They made a detour to the study and Ken gave her 'Time enough
for Love'.
      
      	"If you read this, you'll begin to get a basic understanding of
what we're doing here.  We're a bit different, especially since
Heinlein didn't approve of BDSM.  I suspect that he equated it with
real slavery, which is why he didn't like it."  Ken shrugged,
"Everyone has their blind spots."
      
      	Ken stood at the door and kissed Joan.  Despite all the
activity of the evening, she began to heat up again.
      
      	"I've got to get out of here, or I'll become another one of
your slaves," she smiled.  "My morning client would not be amused."
      
      	Ken smiled at her and said , "Joan it's important to realize
that you don't have to be a slave to be accepted around here.  Sandy
isn't and no one has a problem with that.  What you do have to be, is
open minded."
      
      	They kissed again and she left.  Ken turned and headed inside
and went to where Lenny and David were sitting.
      
      	"Did you gentlemen enjoy the evening?" he asked as he sat down.
      
      	David looked up and smiled.  "Yes, thanks.  It was very nice."
      
      	As late as it was getting, he could tell that they wanted to
leave, but had been enjoying themselves too much to actually make it
out the door.  It was also obvious they'd had enough to drink to
loosen them up a bit.  Not too much, but some, although David was
almost sober by this time.
      
      	"You have quite an interesting household here," offered Lenny.
      
      	"Yes, they're not your standard group of people, that's for
sure," Ken replied.  "Was there someone that you had in mind as being
especially out there?"
      
      	Lenny and David looked at each other, then at Ken and said,
"Karen," in complete unison.
      
      	Ken blinked.  That was not the answer he'd expected.
      
      	"Karen?  Arianwen's friend?"
      
      	"Yup," said David, while Lenny nodded.
      
      	Uh oh, thought Ken.  "Did she cause you any trouble?"  He hoped
that she hadn't.  Since she was bi, it seemed unlikely that their
being gay would be a problem for her, but one never knew.
      
      	"Not me," replied Lenny, "but David had a small problem with
her."
      
      	Ken looked at the two men.  Neither looked particularly upset. 
"Do tell," he urged.
      
      	"She saw we were together and propositioned us," said Lenny,
with a broad grin -- the alcohol had loosened him up considerably. 
Ken failed to see the joke.  "David almost took her up on it.  Would
have too, if she wasn't sixteen."
      
      	Now it was Ken's turn to be surprised.  "Oh, I assumed that you
wouldn't be interested in women..." he temporized.
      
      	"I'm not," said Lenny, "But David likes the occasional taste...
er feel, of pussy."
      
      	"Len," came David's voice.  It held a tone of warning.
      
      	"When she found out I'm completely gay, she offered me her ass
if she could suck David off.  That really got his attention."
      
      	"Lenny..." David's voice now held more than just a tone of
warning.  Lenny, Ken realized, was a sub who was goading his Dom in to
action.  Very interesting.  Especially since David didn't realize
that's what was happening.
      
      	"He had a hard, if you get my meaning, time turning her down. 
Even I found the thought intriguing."
      
      	"Lenny!" David's sharp voice now promised that there would be
retribution in the near future.
      
      	"Yes dear?" he asked sweetly.
      
      	Ken, having never seen this kind of interplay between two men,
was both amused and interested.  Lenny was very aroused, and David,
realizing that Lenny was pushing him was also.
      
      	"I doubt that Mr. Whitestone wants to hear the sordid thoughts
going through your mind."
      
      	"Don't be such a prude," said Lenny.  He turned to Ken, but was
speaking mainly to David, "It's not like he was shocked, were you
Ken?"
      
      	Ken shook his head.
      
      	"And it's not like Ken doesn't have not one, but two lovers --
and, if Arianwen is to be believed, sex slaves.  I believe that Karen
mentioned that all three of them had had her."
      
      	Ken winced internally from that.  Karen was an Adherent, but it
was clear she'd have to have some things explained to her.  Being
circumspect was important - especially since she and Arianwen were
underage.
      
      	"Lenny, you're embarrassing our host," said David.
      
      	"I doubt that," returned Lenny.  Ken saw that the shrewd man
had had more in mind than just taunting his lover.  He was testing
Ken.  "You don't look embarrassed Ken.  Are you?"
      
      	"No, I'm not," Ken returned.  "Besides, she was telling the
truth.  Knowing those two, they probably spent most of the evening
playing around with each other."
      
      	David gave Ken a sharp look.  Sometimes he forgot just how
bright, and devious, Lenny was.  He'd just gotten Ken to admit to an
illegal act in front of  him, and he was a criminal lawyer.  Ken
seemed totally unconcerned.
      
      	"Don't you think Karen's a little young to be having sex?"
asked David.  He didn't think so, but that was based on the impression
he'd had of Karen.  She'd teased them, but saw in short order that no
meant no, and changed the subject to something completely different. 
No pouting, no 'we'll see about that' attitude and no signs of upset
from the rejection -- not even sour grapes.  He'd had thirty year olds
in bars react more negatively.
      
      	"No, I don't.  Sexual maturity has little to do with age,
beyond a certain point, and everything to do with attitude, knowledge
and wisdom.  Karen knows what she wants and, aside from the fact that
she should be a little more circumspect, goes for it.  You'd be
surprised at the things that she's done."
      
      	Lenny nodded, and Ken knew that his own assessment of the girl
had been the same.  Lenny, of course, didn't have Ken's advantage of
actually being able to read her mind.  David too, was satisfied with
the answer - which Ken found surprising.
      
      	"See," said Lenny, "I told you you should have fucked her."
      
      	"Christ Lenny, you're impossible!"  said David.  But he was
smiling.  "Don't you ever think of anything but your cock?"
      
      	"Yours," Lenny returned completely straight faced.
      
      	They broke up laughing.  David stood and stretched, then said
it was getting late.  Lenny, for once, took the hint, and Ken
suspected that when they got home, David would be getting a little of
his own back.  More power to 'em, Ken thought.
      
      	They left a short time later, as did Genie's friends and people
started drifting off to bed.  Gary got Ken's attention before he went
upstairs.
      
      	"I have something you might like," he said.
      
     	 "Oh?"
      
      	"Yeah, I put it in the dungeon."
      
      	They went upstairs and Gary showed Ken what he'd brought over. 
It was exactly what Ken wanted, as was the new spanking bench that
Gary had delivered.  It was a nice bench that left most of the sub's
body exposed, but ensured that she'd be completely immobilized.  It
had the added feature of being built in such a way that another sub
could be locked into position beneath the one on top.  The one on
bottom would be in an excellent position for some pussy eating.  Ken
loved the design.  Gary'd also brought a more standard spanking bench,
which Ken admired as well.
      
      	"I'm sure that we'll be using that tomorrow," he said pointing
to the first one.  "In fact, I think that Arianwen will most
definitely be spending time there."  They laughed and were about to
head to their separate bedrooms when Ken stopped the other man.
      
      	"I thought I should mention," he said, "that tomorrow will be a
little different."
      
      	"In what way?" asked Gary.
      
      	Ken thought for a moment, then said, "You know about Jane,
right?"
      
      	"Yeah, she's seriously Massy."
      
      	Ken nodded.  "I intend to push her this weekend, a lot.  I
don't want you to get worried about her though.  She'll be completely
safe."
      
      	Gary looked at him and said, "My friend, you're one of the few
Doms that I have perfect confidence in.  I know that you'd never do
anything to really hurt someone."  He paused then said, "Besides, it
looks like she heals as fast as Arianwen, so it shouldn't be an issue.
 Too bad that Karen had to go home.  I bet she would have enjoyed
herself."
      
      	That surprised Ken.  Gary knew she was underage.
      
      	"Don't look so surprised my friend.  She's seriously hot, and
obviously experienced.  You've slept with her, haven't you?"
      
      	Ken nodded and Gary grinned, "Lucky you.  Annette thinks she's
hot too.  She hinted several times she'd love to be on her knees
eating her."
      
      	They parted, but before he turned the corner Gary turned around
and said, "If you see that other woman, tell her I said hi."
      
      	Gary, it seemed, hadn't forgotten about Lea.  Good, Ken
thought.  He headed toward the Master bedroom where he knew his two
slaves were waiting for him.
      
      End Chapter 39

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