The Truth - Chapter 17

At the bank they opened the account using her deposit refund. She explained it was easier than having to go deposit it in her account and then get money from his account to open the new account.

An hour later they were in a government office downtown waiting to meet someone from the lottery commission. The meeting only took a few moments. Jon did have to pose for a publicity photo of him receiving a check from the lottery office.

Soon she was leading him to the brokerage firm of Trumble & Ellis. “Sarah McNell to see Marsha Wilcox,” she told the receptionist.

Within a few moments, Sarah and Marsha were sharing a friendly hug. Jon shook Marsha's hand. Marsha was a tall woman with great posture. She was not very curvy but she neither hid nor flaunted her body in her business suit. Her hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and face was framed perfectly by a pair of designer glasses. “So, you've got a lot of money suddenly and don't know what to do with it?” She asked Jon rather directly.

He laughed, “Actually I know what I want to do with it I just need someone who can do it without taking too large a cut.”

Marsha looked at Sarah, “I like him and I can guess why you like him. So sure of himself.”

“Jon is very special.”

And in the room, he continued. “Here's the lottery commission's check and a list of stocks I'd like to invest in. It's a diverse portfolio of long term staples and a couple companies I think are about to bust out.”

Marsha took the list and became serious, “Fuller-Boch is tanking. It's not a good idea.”

“I have a feeling about them. They have a research project that I think will pay off in about a month.”

“How can you know that?”

“I've been researching the market for years with no money to invest. Now that I have the money I'm not going to just put into safe stocks.”

Marsha looked at the check. She slid a customer contract to Jon as she turned the check over and passed it back to him. “It's your money. And you seem to know what you are talking about. Just sign the contract and endorse this check and you will own these stocks by end of day today.”

“Sounds good,” he said passing the contract to Sarah who took it and gave it a quick read.

“If you aren't broke in 90 days, I'll start coming to you for advice.” Marsha added.

“I'm sure we could work something out to our mutual benefit.”

Marsha quickly looked Jon over again before glancing at Sarah who feigned indifference to the sexual tension in the air. “I might take you up on that.”

Sarah didn't expect to find anything out of the ordinary. She decided to push Jon's luck. “Since you say that, can we add a rider to reduce his commission rate 1% after 90 days and 2% more after 180 days?”

“I thought you were my friend?” Marsha laughed. “You’re an amusing pair.” She reached out for the contract and added a few lines to it in the commission rate section. “How's that?”

Sarah took the contract back and then handed it to Jon, “Better.” As he signed it and passed it back to Marsha, she continued, “We are friends, but Jon and I are something more.”

“Something more?” Marsha asked raising her eyebrow as she signed the contract and handed a copy of it to Jon. “Something non-traditionally more?”

Sarah merely smiled.

Jon stood up reaching out to shake Marsha's hand, “I don't want to take up too much more of your time. Sarah and I have a dinner appointment and she has a fetish about punctuality.”

Sarah and Marsha stood and Marsha stepped around the desk to see them out. “I understand.” And she whispered, “I know all about Sarah's fetishes.”

Jon whispered back, “And I do hope you will take me up working something out between us.” Louder, he said, “I'll be in touch.” And with that they left her office area.

“Flirting with my former college roommate right in front of me?”

“No one in the room seemed to mind.” He joked. “Is there anything else I need from Sarah McNell?

“I don't think so, Jon.” she replied emphasizing his name.

“Just for that I'm going to keep her around a little longer,” he replied.

“What?” She asked. “I can't believe you are punishing me by not enslaving me.”

“It's works.”

“That's the part that makes it totally absurd.”

* * *

For the rest of the walk home, Jon explained what he wanted Sarah to do while he and Sandra were out liberating Debra.

When they returned to his apartment, Sandra was already home. “So, are you rich yet?”

“I'm working on it.” He said going over to the desk. “How was your day?”

“Nothing special. I did decide to quit. It was a middle level job that if I were to blow the right people might have gotten me to the level of brand manager.”

“Blow?” Sarah asked.

“Did I say blow? I meant know. Really. I did.”

“So cynical,” Jon said. “Sandra arm binder Sandra.”

“Ah-ah, what is this?” Sandra asked as she turned to look at herself in the mirror. An arm binder similar to Sarah's was holding arms firmly behind her back.

“How's it feel?”

“It is not as uncomfortable as it looks but I don't really want to wear it for long.” She looked at Sarah, “Is this from your apartment?”

“No, I suspect mine is still in that box over there. I do believe Jon was introduced to arm binders at my apartment.”

“I, my, Jon? What happened to the 'this slave' and 'master'?”

“I'm being punished,” Sarah confessed. “Jon,” she overemphasized again, “used the become spell to turn me into Sarah McNell so he wouldn't have to command me not to call him master.”

“Maybe if you didn't call him Jon,” Sandra said with extreme emphasis, “He would change his mind.”

“Maybe I enjoyed being Sarah McNell, today.”

“Don't try to mess with my head,” Jon interrupted.

“Are you going to take Sandra to Ms Beed's dressed like this, tonight?”

“Tonight?”

“Yes, Dorothy called Debra's phone and can no loner wait three days apparently. As for the arm binder, I'm considering it.”

“What did I do?” Sandra demanded. “She's just deflecting your attention to me.”

“That doesn't change the fact that you turn bright red when you are embarrassed.” Jon stepped up behind Sandra and grabbed the mitten her hands were in and pulled it upward causing her to bend over at the waist quickly. Then he let her go and she stood up. He pointed at her image in the mirror. “Add an obvious chastity belt here with a D-ring on the bottom and attach the ring on our arm to the belt so that when you move your arm it pulls the belt tighter. Some kind of pushup bra with spikes. Leather boots with a short chain by your calf keeping you from taking a long stride. And an obvious, bright red ball gag, like a cherry on top.”

Sandra looked like she was about to laugh and Jon looked at her confused. She nodded her head in Sarah's direction.

Sarah had her hand inside her skirt and was obviously pleasuring herself. A moment passed and she opened her eyes to find both Jon and Sandra watching her masturbate. She turned beet red as she casually removed her hand from inside her skirt.

“Sarah, tell me everything you are feeling because of what just happened, I command it.”

“I was imagining myself dressed as you were describing what you would do to Sandra and it turned me on so much I got wet because apparently Sarah McNell does not have a magic pussy like Slave Sarah does.”

“I know that part. What did you feel when you opened your eyes? The whole truth, I command it.”

“I'm not sure. There were several conflicting emotions. I was embarrassed at being caught twiddling myself. I was also worried about being caught masturbating without your permission. And I was turned on by perhaps being punished properly for masturbating. And then part of me was hoping you would punish me how you described embarrassing Sandra and so while you were staring at me and I was looking back, I got even hornier.”

“Don't we have to leave soon?” Sandra interjected.

“Yes, apartment dinner for 3 apartment. Sandra dressed casual Sandra. Sarah, give me a blow job as I eat. You can eat after we leave.”

Jon sat down at the table with his legs wide and pointed Sandra to her seat.

She sat down.

Sarah sat down at her plate. “No, thanks, Jon. I'll eat and if there's time before you have to go, I'll consider your request.”

Jon looked at her for a moment but she would not return his stare.

“You can punish me later, I'm sure. But, if I'm not your sex slave, I won't be treated like dirt.”

Sandra laughed, “That's the silliest thing I've ever heard.”

Jon also laughed, “The worst part is if I punish her, she will enjoy it.” He reached over and gently turned her head toward him, “I promise, you will enjoy it.”

“I know, Master.” She giggled as she said “Master.”

Changing the subject, Jon asked, “So tell me also about Marsha Wilcox and is she a good prospect for joining the harem.”

“Marsha was my roommate for my sophomore and junior years of college. She graduated a year ahead of me. We met at a frat party that was completely dead and ended up becoming fast friends and drinking buddies. She’s not a great prospect for your harem though as her personality would conflict with yours. She earned extra cash through college as a dominatrix.”

“Is that why you had no problem having sex with me and the girls across the street?” Sandra interrupted.

“Yes, she was my first top. She locked my first chastity belt on me. She would bring me to some of her higher priced clients and she would cut me in for half. Sometimes I had to be the second Dom and sometimes I was there so she could command him to do things to me. We had a falling out early in Junior year when she put me in a situation she neither warned me about and wasn’t happy when I said no. She didn't take on another client for half a year because she realized she'd been unfair to me. We didn't have sex any more after that so again it might be unwise to bring her in for that reason as well.”

“I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable or put upon,” Jon said.

“While she is bisexual, she does prefer cunts to cocks as she will actually say if you ask her. I do believe she has a live-in sex slave, a woman named Mandy, I think. She also has a few Wall Street clients with lots of money who use her dominatrix services.”

“So she'd be a fine catch,” Jon joked.

“We need to leave,” Sandra said.

“Yes, apartment clean apartment. We won't be too long I hope. You have your orders.”

“Yes, Master.” Sarah said, bowing.

“Oh, and so you won't play with your pussy, Sarah doll crotch Sarah.”

“What? When?”

The door to the apartment shut.