In the next room, he reached behind “Floras” head and undid the zip of
Jason’s female-faced helmet, removing it.
“Look, mate,” Jason announced, as soon as his mouth was unplugged,
“I’ve had just about enough of your little games… when are you going
to leave us alone?” Mr. Dodds looked startled, as Jason ranted on.
“What gives you the right to come barging in here, take over Mandy’s
household, and treat us all like your personal sex slaves?”
Mr. Dodds looked amused for a moment. “First of all, Mandy IS my
`personal sex slave’, and since Flora belongs to Mandy, she is too is
mine to do with as I please. She has told Mandy many times that she
would give herself to another if Mandy ordered it, and especially if
Mandy watched. Although, I doubt this is exactly what she had in
mind. If you don’t believe me, you are free to ask Flora yourself,
as-if-and -when I decide to let her out of her present predicament.
“Secondly, I’d assumed when I found you in YOUR predicament, that you
were also a new acquisition of Mandys, since you certainly seemed to be
enjoying yourself.”
Jason blushed to his hairline.
“Third,” Dodds ticked off on his fingers, “I AM a reasonable man.
Since I didn’t ask you, and you didn’t ask me, you certainly should be
given the option to choose whether this is the sort of life you want to
lead. But I’ll warn you! If you decide to leave now, in the heat of
anger, I can predict that not only will you never be bothered by me,
you will never see Mandy or Flora again, either. Believe it or not,
some of the things we do here are unlawful in this state. It’s worse
back in England!
“Our kind are a secretive lot, and given the rather medieval laws in
this country, we can’t risk someone running out and calling the
newspapers, now can we? If I were to let you go, Mandy might be very
unhappy, but she would in all likelihood, move, despite her comfortable
little mansion here, and as I said, you would never see her again.
He paused, looking reflectively at Jason for a moment. “I assume,” he
added, “since you are here, and since Mandy generally prefers women,
that there is something special between you?”
Jason looked sullen, but nodded. Mr. Dodds continued. “So. Just to
be sure things are as everyone would have it, I will give you the
option. Stay here, subject to Mandy’s or my absolute rule, and live in
decadent, submissive pleasure, free of any cares, for as long as you
like. Or leave now, all pissed off, and let the rest of us get on with
our lives in whatever manner we wish!”
He stopped and looked patiently at Jason, waiting for an answer.
Jason was in a quandary. While he had resented Mr. Dodds invasion on
what had been shaping up to be his ultimate dream (complete with two
bisexual, rubber-loving women, a statiscal impossibility). He also
realized that Mr. Dodds had been responsible for many interesting hours
spent in the same bondage and stimulation that he had begun to enjoy at
the hands of Mandy since he arrived.
He knew, sooner or later, that this mysterious stranger (well okay, a
friend of Mandys) would depart, and hopefully, things would return to
“normal”.
He thought of his life before Mandy; the long, lonely years spent
alone, the abortive attempts at dating and the sick feeling he had had
when one lover had called him perverted for wanting her to wear a
rubber dress.
He realized that despite Mr. Dodd’s intrusion and bizarre bondage
performances, he was happier here than he had ever been alone. He
…End of the part72. To be continued..