Danielle gave us a report at lunch meeting the next day.
"We talked a lot after you left. Those girls certainly wanted their chokers off! Were we like that?"
"I remember I lost scissors trying to get mine off." I said.
"Oh yeah... it's coming back. Anyway, we talked a lot. We talked about how they were going to lose the house and this was a way to keep it. They looked at me like I was just nuts. 'Become sex slaves to keep a house?' said Francine. She sounds a lot like you did, Bell."
"So, where do we stand?" Charlene asked.
Danielle looked serious, "They are still in denial. The rescuing hero business just blew by them. I'm not sure what happens next."
"Ouch! Could become call cops time. That won't be good." I said.
"It nearly was, but I pleaded. I really did. And they said they'd wait for 24 hours."
"I remember that it almost did for us, too." I thought a bit, "Should we all have another meeting? A more normal one? Over at their place this afternoon?"
"That may help."
<<<*>>>
We veterans met with the new girls at their house. This was my second visit, now, and this time I had a chance to notice more things about the house itself. I liked what I saw. It was old and spacious and the grounds looked overgrown, but like they had interesting possibilities. Yeah, it was worth the effort to try and nail this place down.
All three met us at the door. Grace came out and looked all around, "That creep isn't with you?" she asked. Even when we said no, she double checked before she nodded it was OK, and they let us in.
We all sat in the living room and after a bit of uncomfortably polite greeting, Francine open the conversation. She put her hand to her choker while she said, "Whatever is going on here is just too weird, and we want it to end."
Bell spoke confidently, "It can, and you've been told how--"
"What? What he told us? That business about getting pregnant? Too weird! That way sounds insane," Francine said bitterly, "If that creep is crazy enough to propose that, how do we know he has enough sanity to honor what he says?"
Bell listened patiently then said, "You're looking at the wrong part of this situation. Look at you and your house. How long are you going to keep it? Look at your reputations. You're now the last vestige of a disgraced house. Who's going to join you? Only those so desperate that you'll have to wear clothes pins on your noses when you get close to them!" We veterans giggled at that, the newbs didn't see anything funny. "Worse, when you graduate you'll gain nothing by your being here. Did you join for that?
"What we are offering is a way out. A way for you to get something good from being here. You joined to get more than a good party spot, right? We're offering you a new sisterhood, and one that will be even stronger and more useful after you graduate."
The girls were listening. Bell was getting through, at least a little.
"What about the creep?"
"Who?" for a moment Bell was genuinely mystified, "Oh! ...Have you met him? We can slot you in when you're ready."
Now the new girls went bug-eyed, "You're seeing him... now?" asked Ellen.
"We keep him quite busy," confided Danielle.
The girls were silent for almost half a minute before Grace quietly said, "I'll see him."
"No you won't!" snapped Francine, "That's giving in. We won't give in."
"Giving in to what? Danielle and the rest of us are seeing him all the time. If it helps get this collar off, why not?"
Francine looked terribly flustered, "You're sure you want to do this, Grace. This guy kidnapped you--"
"He did not! We were all here the whole time." Grace said.
"OK... not kidnapped but captured you--"
"No. You did that. Don't you remember?"
Francine huffed. I think if she'd been the Big Bad Wolf she'd have tried to blow little Grace's straw house down.
"OK... OK... If you're dead set on seeing him... I'll see him first." We all looked at her. This was so out of the blue! "I want to protect you," she added while looking at Grace.
"I don't know if he wants to deal with some kind of bodyguard," said Charlene, "Are you sure you're ready for this? He's going to tie you up again, you know. You'll be helpless and subdued."
"Do you want to go alone? You don't have to." I said.
"Yes." and she poked her choker three times without hesitation.
We waited, the her phone rang, "I'm ready," she announced, "...Yes, I'm with the others," she looked up, "Who has tomorrow night?"
"We do." said Charlene and I, "Yeah, take our spot." I said. Then I added, hopefully, "How long do you think you'll be?"
Francine checked, "Three hours," she announced.
"Tell him we'll come after that," I said.
Francine looked at me like I was asking for ketchup to put on sweet and sour pork, but she relayed the request, "He says that's fine," and she hung up.
"When do I go?" said Grace.
"After I come back and say it's safe." Francine was sounding like a mom.
Bell then wrapped up, "We, the seven of us, can set up a coven. We can be sisters, we can get close, real close, and accomplish a whole lot that would be beyond us if we stay solo.
"That's why we're here. That's what we want to see happen. You'll see good from this. We'll see good from this. It's win-win."
We left. We'd given the three a lot to think about. And we had a lot to think about, too. I was wondering if Francine would ever fit in?
<<<*>>>
The next night at 10PM we rang the bell. Our man opened the door almost immediately. Behind him was Francine, tied up and blindfolded.
"Sorry ladies, we ran over a bit. Make yourselves at home and I'll be back in twenty minutes." He led Francine out and down to the van. She looked placid and didn't seem to notice us, she was sure not screaming for help. That was good. We decided not to disturb the moment by asking him to tie us up before he left. Instead we hopped out of our clothes, hopped into bed, and got started on snuggling.
We hadn't been there more than three minutes bed when we heard the door open. My goodness he was fast! Too fast. Was something wrong?
"Just us," shouted our man, "Francine decided she wanted to have some more fun." We got up and watched as our man pushed her up against the wall, spread-eagled her, stripped her, retied her, then took off the blindfold. Francine was letting him lead her like this was a ballroom dance. When she was tied she walked into the bedroom with us while he took off his clothes. We got out of bed to greet her.
"He's not so bad," said Francine placidly, then in a challenging way, "Let's find out how good you girls are." She pushed into me and gave me a lingering kiss; I kissed back and fondled her breasts. She was pretty warmed up already so she was sighing right away. Charlene rubbed her back.
This went on for about a minute, then our man walked in and we all hopped in bed.
<<<*>>>
And that's pretty much it. Grace and Ellen got their first nights over the next two nights. We veterans got stuck with afternoon delight. Umm...
There was a house meeting the next week and this order of the sisterhood broke off from the national. Its charter got changed, and with Mrs. McKinsey's approval, the house itself became home for our new 21st century social experiment. We were in.
All that taken care of, it was time for our man to start firing for effect. I was so happy my first night! Like everything I done with our man, it came out surprisingly more delightful than I expected. I had no idea I could feel that way!
Over the next month we ladies were careful with our scheduling and in four months we were all walking the walk... with wee baby bumps, and our man was as happy as I've ever seen him.
We had done our part. Our man called for us to have a choker removal ceremony.
"Do we really need one?" I asked that afternoon when I was cuddling with him and had my breasts firmly planted into his side.
"You don't want it?" he asked. He was surprised.
I hugged a little closer, "I'm your woman now. This is a good symbol of that."
He pulled my head up and kissed me on the lips, "It may be, but it makes it hard for me to do vampire kisses. Mwhaha." and he showed me. He rolled me on my back and started after my neck and tickled my ribs at the same time. I gave a little shriek and laugh of delight. "See, you're still human. ...And you're still going to have my baby." He kissed me on the lips again, much more lovingly this time, and I relaxed back for another round of frolicking.
At the ceremony he released us. But he fixed the chokers so they were normal and could be removed by anyone and gave them back to us. They all went back on again immediately. We knew who we were. We were his women, and now proud of it.
Over the years we picked up the nickname of the Choker Mafia, and it was a term used with respect. We ladies shuttled back and forth between education establishment and innovative education startups, and kept growing our family as well. After ten years the house was home for twenty one children. It was impressive what our tight teamwork could accomplish.
"Our man" got a name. He was Jeffery McDonald, a businessman, and he was the angel behind our startups. It was impressive who he knew... beside us, that is. He told me he'd been planning on starting up a couple of other colonies like ours, but he hadn't followed through on that, "You ladies have kept me satisfied... quite satisfied... in many ways," he told me in a cuddle session.
Hearing that made me satisfied... quite satisfied. I figured we had walked the walk, in the most fulfilling ways possible.
--The End--