Crimson

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise showed, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of eighteen, unless otherwise specified.

Crimson Pt. 4 Gifting a Soul and an Advancement

It had been a long two days. My new life stepped out of the shower as I entered the bedroom. Brenda was a vision, gleaming from the water still clinging to her body as she grabbed a towel and wrapped herself in it. I loved this woman, but I wasn’t sure how I should act. Should I kiss her? I wanted to, but this would only be her second night in my apartment. I thought about it, then repeated what I had been told a few times, “Embrace it, James.”

I walked up and kissed her. It wasn’t a deep kiss, just one you give your wife or girlfriend when you see her.

“That was nice.” She said, smiling. “How was your day?”

“It was eventful.” I answered.

As she dried off and dressed, I recounted the events. I continued talking as we sat down and started eating. As I neared the end of my day, we were both half done with our dinner.

“Yes, I remember everything from training.” Brenda remarked, shaking her head. “It was difficult, but I made it through. What you saw them doing to Linda and Cassie, they did to me. Dean was brutal. He punished me many times and always seemed to enjoy it. I’m glad he was nice to you, but I never want to see him again. However, I guess that’s the point, to make us not want to go back.”

I told Brenda about the pills and what Thomas told me about her heightened pain when she took them.

“Damn, I thought that’s what everyone felt.” She said. “That explains why the other women never screamed as much as I did. I enjoy the little pain that I feel normally, and it even helps me get off. When they punished me with the pills, the pain, although excruciating, heightened my orgasms. I don’t need pain to orgasm, it just makes it more intense.”

I asked her about her day and she recounted what happened after I left. Reggie told her to get dressed, and he took her for a tour. He introduced her to the other employees that worked closely with him. A couple were members of Crimson and looked her over closely. Reggie told them Brenda was off limits, so to put their tongues back in their mouths.

Reggie took Brenda to her new office, which wasn’t far from his. He set her up on the computer and gave her access to his investment accounts. She can recommend purchases and sales, but she needs Reggie’s approval before doing so until he can trust her. Reggie left her to go over his portfolios while he took a few meetings.

After an hour Reggie called her into his office, and when she entered, was greeted by two men she didn’t know. Reggie introduced them as potential Crimson members, and instructed Brenda to take the inspection position. Both men were in their late fifties and definitely had money. Their suits were expensive, and they each wore gold watches and rings.

She undressed quickly and took up the position. Reggie let the men inspect her, feeling her up and fingering her pussy and ass. She reminded me she agreed to let Reggie use her for important clients. Brenda didn’t mind, and commented that she would fuck one hundred men for the money Reggie paid her. Old habits die hard, I suppose.

After the groping session, Reggie had Brenda suck his cock while he continued talking with the men. They must have been impressed because they wired $10 million each for their buy in. They asked if Brenda was available for them, but Reggie told them she was not. He told them of the other women that would be available, however, and arranged a visit for them later in the day.

After the men left, Reggie bent Brenda over and took her from behind. He fucked her for a few minutes until he emptied himself into her. She thanked him the same way I saw Cassie thank us, then went and cleaned herself up. Brenda spent the next few hours at her desk and at lunch. Later, she sat with a few other women that belonged to Crimson, and they traded notes. Two of the women were married and became caught up in their husbands’ illegal activity.

The third was a single woman who stole money and inventory from her previous job. She was recruited by another chapter and transferred to ours. She had a conflict with a few other women who she worked with, and Reggie sent one of our women to that chapter to compensate them. I told Brenda what I learned today about the other chapters and recounted the stories Thomas told me.

In the middle of the afternoon Reggie called her back into his office, but his time he was alone. He had Brenda get under his desk and suck his dick slowly. She was on her knees for an hour and a half before Reggie had to leave for a meeting, and she saw him grab one of the married women and take her with him. Reggie told Brenda to leave at 6pm, and that’s when she called me.

I apologized for not calling, but after hearing about her day, we decided texting would be better. She may be unavailable to take a call, and there’s no telling what I would be doing; sex would be a big part of both of our days. I told her about Linda and Cassie, and it didn’t bother her. She explained it was part of my life now and told me she loved me. It made me feel good, and I told her I loved her as well.

She explained her love for me would never diminish, regardless of who or how many men she had sex with. With them, it was just an act, something she had to do like she had thousands of times before. With me, it was something she wanted. She gave those men her body, but she planned on giving me her soul.

“James, please hear me when I say this.” Brenda said, reaching out and holding my hand. “I’ve yearned to give myself to someone who loves me since my husband left. He destroyed me when he did, and I thought I would never find love again. I have always been a woman who needed someone to lean on, to have someone love me. Living without that all those years threatened to kill me. I had Kathy, but that love is different. It’s not like Kathy can protect me, so all those years I felt vulnerable.”

“I turned tricks on the streets, not knowing if I would see the next day.” Brenda admitted. “I didn’t like it, but it was all I had. If I didn’t have Kathy, I would have probably ended everything. It was bad enough to put myself in danger every night to feed my daughter. When I look at you, I see what I was missing. I see a man that sees me for who I am, not what I did or do. I see a man that loves me, and James, I pray that you’re telling me the truth when you say that.”

“I love you Brenda, that is the truth.” I reassured her.

“Thank you.” She replied, a tear running down her cheek. “I’ve waited too many years to hear someone say that. I will take you in the room and give you a night of sex. It’s not the sex that’s the gift. What you’ll get tonight is me. I’m dropping all of my defenses and opening up to you. You won’t see the act that I put on for everyone else. What you’ll see is the vulnerable woman who needs someone to love her. I have shown no one that woman in years.”

She stood up, grabbed my hand, and walked me back to the bedroom. She slowly undressed me, taking off every piece like it was precious and made of gold. She kissed me softly as she did, and I lost myself in her smell. I was becoming fond of her cinnamon body lotion. Once I was naked, she sat me on the bed and took a few steps back.

She was wearing a light summer dress that hung loosely on her shoulders and came down to her knees. She reached down and lifted it up slowly over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was naked underneath and stood there while I admired her. I said it before, I could sit and watch her all day. She was gorgeous. Brenda smiled slightly, then walked forward and laid on top of me. I adjusted so my legs were on the bed, and we kissed.

This wasn’t the same kiss I received from Cassie, or even Brenda earlier tonight. When her lips touched mine, it was with a passion that I hadn’t felt in years. Her breath intermingled with mine, and I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I could taste her, and she could taste me. We laid like that, enjoying each other while our hands roamed freely.

I reached down and felt her ass, feeling my way around her hips and onto her lower back. I caressed her and felt as her back curved inward to the indentation at the top of her ass. I pressed in and rubbed slightly. She responded by pushing back, raising her ass, and rubbing her vagina on me. I found one of her buttons.

As I rubbed there, her kissing intensified and I could feel her breathing increase. She also did some exploring of her own. Her hands were all over my body. She put her hands on my head, weaving her fingers through my hair. She pulled back slightly and started kissing me on my neck. She moved lower, kissing, and licking my chest and ending on my cock. She licked all around it, massaging my balls while doing so.

She didn’t need to get me hard; I was fully erect, and had been since she started kissing me. I expected her to suck me, but she instead straddled me and put me inside of her. I can’t say she was the tightest I felt. Linda was tighter, as was Cassie, but Brenda felt better. Her vagina enveloped my cock like a warm velvet blanket. Every inch she took in was bliss. I enjoyed every second.

It was wonderful. I felt pressure as she tightened her vagina around my cock, then she pulled back to the point I almost came out. Just when I thought she would lift off, she pushed back down. She slowly repeated this motion, and I could see she enjoyed it. Our eyes met, and she smiled, leaned down, and began kissing me again.

Our tongues began their dance anew. She continued fucking me, grinding her hips back and forth, and I put my hand on her hips to help steady her motion. We became lost in the sensations we were feeling. Our bodies connected as one. From our lips to her vagina, there was hardly an inch of space between us.

We slowly kissed while our bodies rocked back and forth. Our breathing synchronized. When I breathed out, she breathed in. This allowed us to stay connected. I could have stayed like this forever, drinking in her lust and enjoying my own. The waves of love flowing over me made me relax, and it was all I could do not to cry. This was a feeling I didn’t know I missed. The connection I felt with Brenda was real and eclipsed everything I had previously felt since my wife passed. It was hard to admit, but this eclipsed even what I felt for my wife.

It made sense. I never took my wife for granted, from the first time I kissed her until her death. However, we were always there for each other. That feeling of security was comforting, but it didn’t equal what I felt now. Brenda and I both lived without that type of connection to another person for years. Both of us walked through a desert that was void of anyone we could call our own. Love died where we lived, and it left both of us to die along with it. As I felt Brenda’s soul envelope mine, I realized we were each other’s oasis.

In a world of bitterness and heartbreak, we gave each other reason to live. I was her shelter and protection, and she was mine. I now knew the depths I would go to protect her, to protect us. I was no longer an individual, but part of a larger whole. My existence shifted from me to us. As this realization hit me, Brenda pulled back briefly and said, “I feel the same way, James.”

Her lips again found mine, and we continued. After a bit more time, her rhythm picked up. Her breathing increased, and her kissing intensified. I followed suit, putting more effort into what I was doing. The closeness I felt never diminished, but my lust increased. Now all I wanted was to fuck her. I wanted nothing more now than to empty myself into her, to take her as mine. My thinking became primal. I wanted to mark Brenda as my property.

Our kissing stopped, and Brenda sat up to get more leverage. The look in her eyes told me she felt the same way. Then she told me.

“Fuck me James, give it to me.” She said, her voice dripping with intensity. “I want you to fuck me so hard no one else will be able to. I’m giving myself to you; make me yours. I want you to cum deep inside of me where it will never come out. You’ll always be a part of me.”

Well, that did the trick. Hearing her talk like that took me over the top. I pumped my dick into her a few more times and exploded. I pushed in as deep as I could into her cervix. When she felt me cum, she orgasmed, and we rode the waves together. She moaned while she spasmed, and I pumped my cock into her while I squeezed out every drop. After we finished, she collapsed onto my chest. My shrinking cock was still inside of her, and I could feel her tense up around it periodically.

As we lay there in the afterglow of sex, I asked her, “What did you mean when you said, ‘I feel the same way’?”

She had a look of contentment, and she answered me with a smile on her face. “I heard you say that you were no longer just yourself, that it was now us. I feel the same way. It’s strange though, because after that I heard a woman’s voice in my head. It told me to take care of you. I felt calm when I heard her.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I never voiced that.” I admitted. “I was thinking it, and I feel that way, but I never said it.”

She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face and replied, “I guess that means we’re connected. It still doesn’t explain the woman’s voice in my head.”

I explained to her what I felt and heard when I arrived at home today. I relayed what I heard my wife tell me as I climbed the stairs. I told her that every time I get a visit from my wife, there was an angel somewhere close by. Today it was a flyer with an image of an angel.

“I hope this doesn’t freak you out, but I really have no other explanation for it.” I said, hoping she didn’t get spooked.

“It doesn’t bother me.” She answered. “I don’t know if I believe you communicate with your deceased wife, but I can’t explain what I heard. If it is her, she seems to approve of us. More than that, she seems to want us to be together. I don’t know if it’s anything more than your subconscious talking to you, however, and I may have just told myself to take care of you. It is how I feel.”

“I’m sure it was traumatizing to lose your wife and son, and it may just be your mind’s way of dealing with that trauma.” Brenda explained. “If that’s the case, it’s ok. We all carry our own trauma with us and deal with it the best we can. Just know I’m here for you now. You don’t have to go through that alone.”

I had to admit, she may be right. It may be just in my head. Either way, I now had Brenda, and she was real. We lay there for another hour before we got up and took a shower. Afterward, we sat down together at the table, still naked, with more of the Chinese food and talked a bit more.

“That was incredible.” I told her, making her smile. “I want to do that every night.”

“So do I.” She replied. “How do you feel about everything?”

“Do you mean us, or Crimson?” I asked.

“Well, both, because we can’t separate us from Crimson.” She explained. “Both of us are caught up in Crimson in our own way.”

“I’ll do my job for Crimson, but our relationship is ours.” I answered. “When we’re at home, it’s Brenda and James. We will do what we want.”

“I would love that as well, but I think you’re being naïve.” She admitted. “I love you, but I belong to Crimson. You can think that all you need to do is blow them up, or however you put it, but you can’t take them down by yourself. Besides, I don’t know if I want to take them down. Reggie is paying us a great deal of money. Those guys today that felt me up, I would have fucked them for what Reggie is paying me. Give him credit that he stuck to his agreement.”

“You really feel that way?” I asked her.

“Of course.” Brenda responded. “I fucked men for far less. James, we love each other, but I feel you don’t really know me. I’m a practical person. I believed in love and fairy tales before I lost my job and my husband ran off. My happily ever after was shattered, and now I can’t afford to believe in that. I will not live like I did again. I didn’t know if I would have a place for my daughter to live month to month. There were times I went hungry so my daughter could eat. Many nights I would dumpster dive just so I could have something. Thankfully, I never had to feed my daughter anything from the trash.”

“No matter what it takes, I will not go back there.” She continued, making sure I understood it. “Reggie is an asshole and I don’t trust him, but he’s my golden ticket. The deal I made will ensure I never have to live like that again. I understand I’m not better than the whore I was before, but now I’m a high-priced whore. I’m ok with that, I just hope you are.”

“Brenda, I’ll say it again; I love you.” I wanted to make sure she knew how I felt. “You having sex with other men never bothered me. It’s who you are and I’m not trying to change that. If you’re happy, then so am I. The only time I’ll have a problem is if they’re abusing you. I will not stand for you to get hurt. What we just did in the room was incredible. I felt you for the first time. You can have sex with anyone you want. I just ask that what you gave me only belongs to me.”

“James, I can promise you that.” Brenda assured me. “My soul belongs to you. If you told me you wanted me to leave with you and live a life of poverty, I would hate it, but I would do it. That’s how much I love you. You know I hate how I lived before, so you know my love for you is real.”

“I would never make you do that.” I replied. “What you want is just as important as what I want. If this is what you want, then I’m good.”

“Wait, how do you feel about Crimson?” Brenda asked. “Is this something you want?”

“That’s a harder question to answer.” I admitted. “I was never one to chase money or power. Those things don’t matter to me. At this point in my life, it’s hard for me to say exactly what matters to me. You’re the most important part of my life now, but beyond you, I don’t know. I spent so many years retreating from life that I think I forgot why I was living it. The only thing that matter to me was reaching the end and numbing myself along the way.”

“Now I have you.” I told her, trying to find my next words. “I have a reason to live, but now I don’t know what that means. Reggie gave me a new job, one that far exceeds my ability, to be honest. I have oversight of the training for all the women in Crimson. Thomas explained it, but I still don’t fully understand it. I’ll be stumbling through the dark until I figure it out. Is that what I want? I don’t know.”

“I can give you some insight on what that means.” Brenda replied. “It means you need to ensure the women are obedient. That starts with me. What we had in there was remarkable, incredible, and I loved every second. It is, however, an indulgence we cannot afford too often. You need to ensure I stay focused on Crimson, and that means keeping up my training. I’ve only been out of training for a few days, but I can feel myself sliding.”

“I had to think about the positions a few times when Reggie ran me through them. It was nothing he noticed, but I felt it. In training, they were automatic, like breathing. I don’t want to do it. My mind tells me I don’t need to do it. But I know I must do it. You need to make me do it.”

“Obedience is like muscle memory.” Brenda explained. “A gymnast practices nonstop to perfect their moves. When they’re in the air twisting and turning, they don’t have time to think. If they lose that focus, their body will turn the wrong way and they could get hurt. Once they lose it, it takes effort to get it back, if they ever get it back.”

“It’s the same for us.” She continued. “If I’m sitting at my desk and Reggie walks in and gives me a command, he expects me to follow it immediately. If I pause and have to think about it, I’m punished. We’re told to do uncomfortable and humiliating things. If we hesitate, we’re punished. The members of Crimson pay a lot of money to have women obedient, and when they’re not, it reflects on the women, the organization, and their handlers. You’re my handler, so it will reflect on you.”

“So, you want me to treat you like Dean did?” I asked. “You said you didn’t want to see him again. Why would you want that?”

“Not exactly that.” Brenda responded. “You can do what he did without the brutality. You should punish me to get my head back where it should be, but nothing to the extreme they use at the Farm. That’s for retraining, not maintenance. That’s your job. You need to ensure the women’s training is maintained, and when it’s not, give them back to Dean and the other trainers. Then you need to educate their handlers. That’s what Reggie is expecting you to do.”

“I think I understand.” I said, mulling it over in my head. “So, if I come home and do nothing but use you, you won’t have a problem with it? If all I did was keep you in positions all night, you wouldn’t hate me?”

“Would I like it?” Brenda answered. “No. And that’s the problem. I won’t do it for myself, no one would. I may not want it, but I need it. I love you, but I need to be just as focused on you as I am on anyone else. That means keeping me on my toes. I cannot afford to relax for long, and the longer I do, the sloppier I become. When Crimson took me, they changed my life. Some is for the better, some not. I need to take the good with the bad, however. Crimson demands it, and my life depends on it.”

“You can be comfortable because I love you.” Brenda reassured me. “When I’m crying from you punishing me, or standing for hours in an uncomfortable position straining to maintain it, my love for you will continue. When I’m fucking another man, or men, know that my soul will be with you. When a man tortures me, trying to inflict pain for his pleasure, I will be safe in my head, surrounded by your love. Nothing you do to other women, or other men do to me, will change that.”

She made some good points. This was our life now, so it was time I accepted it. Crimson and Reggie didn’t give us a choice. Even if he did, Brenda saw the money Reggie pays us as a way to never end up in poverty again. He could give us our walking papers, and I believe Brenda would stay. I had to support the woman I love, so I needed to fully embrace it. Time to take the next step.

“You have ten minutes to clean the kitchen and get in the living room in the kneeling position.” I instructed her.

She jumped up from her seat and went to work. I left her there to finish and sat on the couch. I turned on the television to an old show and sat waiting for her. After fifteen minutes, she came out and kneeled in front of me, arms behind her back, legs spread.

“You took longer than minutes.” I informed her. “You didn’t follow instructions. Endure.”

She went up on her feet, crouched and spread her legs. She put her hands behind her head, elbows out, and went up on her tiptoes. I knew spanking her would not work. She felt little pain. I would need to get some of those pills if I wanted to punish her correctly. I hoped this position would do the trick. I knew eventually her legs would give out, but I wondered how much pain it would cause.

I left her there and watched my show. After five minutes, she was still holding it. Ten minutes passed, and she wobbled. After another minute, she collapsed.

I called out, “Resting.”

She sat cross-legged, with her hands in her lap and head down.

I asked her, “Did that hurt you, staying that position?”

She looked up and answered, “No, sir. I felt pressure and burning at the end when I collapsed. It wasn’t painful, though. My legs just gave out.”

I had another idea. I told her to sit in my lap and straddle my leg. She complied, and while I watched television, I played with her. I fingered her to get her wet, then used her lubrication to rub her clitoris.

“If this is supposed to be a punishment, you’re doing it wrong.” She said, half laughing.

Brenda became excited and rubbed herself against my hand. When I thought she was close, I said, “Endure.”

She flew forward off my leg and took up the endurance position. This time she started wobbling almost right away. She started to sweat, trying to maintain her balance. She made it to six minutes before crumbling to the floor. I called her back over to sit on my lap and again played with her vagina.

She became aroused, her breathing quickened, and her grinding resumed. Just like the first time, I waited until she was almost there and said, “Endure.”

She went back down to the floor and assumed the position. It was a repeat of the last time, but she only lasted a few minutes before her legs gave out. When I called her back to my lap, it took her longer to stand up. Her legs were becoming exhausted, and I could see her shaking.

I repeated this another six times. I took her to the limit of orgasm just to put her back into the endurance position. When I called her on my lap for the last time, she begged me not to repeat it. She was full on crying, pleading with me to let her rest. I told her to get her ass in my lap, and she tried to stand. Halfway up, she collapsed. She began crawling towards me, tears running down her face. Her body shook, a combination of her exhaustion and her sobbing.

When she crawled between my legs and tried to pull herself up, I stopped her. I lifted her head and looked into her eyes. “The next time I tell you ten minutes, you’ll finish in ten minutes. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” She called out, still crying. “Please, don’t do that again.”

I called out, “Humble.” Brenda pushed herself back a few feet and laid flat on the floor. She lifted her ass in the air and spread her legs. She reached her hands out in front of her, palms down, one on top of the other. Her body was still shaking, but she held the position easily.

“You’ll remain in this position and think about your obedience.” I instructed her.

I looked down and admired her. She was in a position that made her bow to me. The shape of her ass made this position erotic as I viewed it from the front. Her submission combined with her figure made my dick hard. That would come later, but for now, I wanted her to rest. As the minutes ticked past, her shaking slowly disappeared until she was still.

After holding that position for thirty minutes, I told her to kneel. She took up that position easily after her legs regained their strength.

“Tell me about that punishment, what it felt like, and what you were thinking.” I instructed her.

“That was torture.” She admitted. “There wasn’t much pain involved. However, it was the frustration of coming so close to orgasm that made it worse. My legs steadily became weaker, and while they didn’t hurt, they were not listening to what I was telling them. I shook, starting in my legs and spreading throughout my body. It became hard for me to do anything, especially hold that damn position.”

“You orgasm denial added to the misery.” She added. “I came close each time, trying to push it over the top. You stopped each time within a few seconds of me reaching it. My frustration reached a point that I wanted to kill someone. Combine the frustration, shaking, and sweating; I was losing my mind. I couldn’t take it any longer. I couldn’t stand up, could barely move, and the thought of you denying me another orgasm was too much. I broke down and cried. My mental control deteriorated.”

“I think we found a suitable punishment.” I said, proud of myself.

“Yes, it worked.” Brenda added. “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t do that again, please.”

“Now, I’ll let you orgasm, but you have to get me off first.” I instructed her.

I looked at Brenda and enjoyed the view of her naked body kneeling before me. I could sense the anticipation. She knew the order to suck was coming, and she was waiting for it. She locked her eyes on my cock. I was erect; 7I couldn’t help it. Her body always brought me to life.

After sitting for another five minutes and watching her anticipation grow, I said, “Suck.”

She flew forward and put her mouth around my cock. I thought she was trying to swallow it. Her pace was so frantic that I had to slow her down. She devoured me, sucking, and slurping at a frantic pace. I tried to hold myself back. She sped up, then slowed down. Her right hand stroked my cock while her left hand massaged my balls. She did everything she could, but couldn’t get what she wanted.

It was everything I could do not to cum. Her oral skills are unmatched, and normally she didn’t have a problem getting me to orgasm. I wanted to see what her reaction would be if she couldn’t. Knowing I had to cum to get her release, her frustration grew. She grunted, then moaned, all the while growing more impatient.

“I guess you’re just not motivated tonight.” I toyed with her. “We can go to bed and try again tomorrow.”

I heard her grunt, “No,” with my cock still in her mouth. She made one last effort. She opened her mouth wide and pushed my dick into her throat. I didn’t know she could do that, and it felt amazing. Her tongue licked my shaft while she made quick motions with her head. I had to give it up to her after that. I let myself go, and after another minute, gave her what she was after. When my cum hit her throat, she pulled back a bit and tightened her mouth around me. She sucked my cock like she was drinking from a straw. Every drop I had was quickly pulled out.

Now for the next part. She had to keep her mouth on my cock until I gave her permission to take it out. I leaned back and relaxed. Once I went limp, she put her arms behind her back and spread her legs. If she wanted me to ensure she remained obedient and focused, that is exactly what I planned on doing. In a lot of ways, Brenda was my test subject. I had to learn how to dominate the other women and train them. Brenda would give me practice and honest feedback, and I needed both. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading with me to release her and let her have what she craved.

After another fifteen minutes, my cock regained feeling. Frustrated but obedient, Brenda began sucking me again. Her motions were deliberate, but I could sense her frustration. I decided not to make her suffer any longer and told her it was her turn. She could either sit on my lap facing out and have me finger her, or straddle me and fuck me to orgasm. She chose option two.

Practically jumping up, she grabbed my cock and pushed it inside of her. It didn’t take her ten seconds before she was at full speed. She used my shoulders for leverage and bounced so hard I was certain she would break my dick if I slipped out. I had to hold her down enough so that didn’t happen. She was violent in her rhythm, a far cry from what we did in the room earlier. This wasn’t about love; this was about lust. She needed a release, and I was just a vehicle for her to achieve it.

After a few minutes, Brenda found it. Her body stiffened, and she half moaned, half cried out. She uttered a few words I didn’t understand, and if I didn’t know better, I would have sworn she was possessed. Her vagina tensed, pulled, pushed, and rocked my cock back and forth. She was doing her best to stretch out her orgasm as long as she could. Two hours plus of denial will do that.

The orgasm finally released her. She leaned in and kissed me, saying, “Thank you for fucking me, James. Please, use me for your pleasure any time you desire.”

Brenda smiled and kissed me again, this time deeper, driving her tongue into my mouth, searching for my tonsils. She pulled back, winked, then went down on her knees and licked my cock clean. She put her mouth around it and went back to the kneeling position, holding it there. She looked up at me again, but this time her look was one of contentment. I told her it was late and to get ready for bed. She practically skipped into the room, her ass and breasts shaking as she did.

After getting ourselves ready, we laid in bed talking. “I never asked. How was Morgan?” Brenda inquired. “What did you have her do today?”

I ran down what I had Morgan work on when Brenda asked, “I mean, did you fuck her? You at least had her give you a blowjob, right?”

“No, I didn’t have sex with her.” I admitted.

“Why not?” She asked. “She’s hot. I wanted to have sex with her.”

“I had her naked holding the waiting position, but that was just because I had nothing else for her to do.”

“Reggie used me today, and he gave you his wife for you to use.” Brenda said, sounding like she was chastising me. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, beyond the fact that Reggie just made her my assistant to monitor me.” I responded. “First, it makes sense. He doesn’t trust me yet. And that story about infidelity? I don’t buy it. Hell, I’m not even sure she’s his wife. I would wager she isn’t. Either way, she has an emotional connection with him. The way she kissed him before we left wasn’t fake.”

“She is trained, that much I’m certain of.” I explained. “Reggie doesn’t seem like the type of man that would put his wife through that. There are better ways to deal with infidelity than to train her as a slave. He would only do that as retribution, and I’m sure Morgan wouldn’t have been as loving as she was when she kissed him goodbye. Last, if I had a wife, I wouldn’t pimp her off on someone I met just the day before, no matter how much I liked him. There’s something there I can’t quite put my finger on, but he’s not telling us the truth.”

“What will you do about it?” Brenda asked.

“I’ll confront him with it.” I answered. “If I’m to trust Reggie, I need him to trust me. I’ll insist on choosing an assistant that I can trust. If I could get away with it, I would choose you.”

“That would be nice.” Brenda agreed. “However, Reggie wouldn’t allow it. He’s too invested in me, and needs me to hook some of his big fish. I think you’ll need to look elsewhere. Just don’t go choosing someone that will replace me. She will spend more time with you than I will.”

“Baby, that will never happen.” I reassured her. “And don’t go falling in love with Reggie.”

“You can shut up now.” Brenda said, smacking me in my chest. “I need my beauty sleep. Someone wore me out tonight.”

I kissed her goodnight. I smelled her cinnamon body lotion and smiled. I had to stop myself so we could get some sleep, otherwise I would have taken her again.

I slept well, although I had no dreams of my wife. I didn’t know how I felt about that. I always looked forward to seeing her, so a night without her felt strange. When I opened my eyes, I momentarily felt disappointed. That quickly faded when I rolled over and saw Brenda. I laid there for a few minutes, just watching her sleep. She was facing me, curled up in the blankets. She looked beautiful, breathing deeply, for what was the last few minutes until the alarm sounded.

When it did, I turned over and shut it off. When I rolled back, Brenda had her eyes open. She smiled when she saw me and reached out for a hug. I grabbed her, pulled her over to me, and held her for a bit before we had to get ready. After a quick kiss, I told her to get the shower running and wait for me.

She went in first, used the bathroom, then I heard the shower. I went in, relieved myself, then climbed in with her. Like yesterday morning, Brenda grabbed the washcloth and soap and lathered me up. When she finished cleaning me, she went to work on my cock. She was efficient. I wondered just how many times she did this in training. Thomas said they trained the women ‘on-the-job,’ taking care of the Crimson members and high-profile customers. How many high rollers did Brenda give an early morning wake up call to.

That didn’t matter. She was with me now, and I relaxed and enjoyed the attention. It didn’t take but a few minutes for me to cum, and she swallowed every bit. When I finished, she kicked me out and washed herself. Afterward, she shaved neck to feet. It took her a while, and I put on my dress blues and was in the kitchen when she finished. I made us breakfast, and we sat and ate until we had to leave.

I called Morgan and told her to meet me at the law firm. I decided to confront Reggie this morning. I had my advancement ceremony later, and I wanted to have everything in place. We arrived, and like the yesterday, I escorted Brenda to Reggie’s office. Morgan met me in the lobby and walked up with us.

We walked into Reggie’s office, and not two steps in Reggie said, “Inspection.”

Both women ran forward to his desk. They undressed quickly and assumed the inspection position. I stood back and let Reggie look the women over. He checked each woman’s body, feeling their vaginas and legs. When he finished, he took his seat and said, “Waiting.”

Brenda and Morgan both stood up straight, arms behind their backs, and legs spread.

“What brings all of you to my office this morning?” Reggie asked. “I only expected Brenda.”

“I need to get one thing straight, Reggie.” I said, taking a seat. “In order for me to trust you, you can’t lie to me. I know you’re lying about Morgan. She’s not your wife, and your inspection of her convinced me of that.”

“What do you mean, James?” He asked, giving me a hint of a smile.

I explained everything I told Brenda last night about Morgan. “Add to that, if she was your wife, you would know damn well if she shaved this morning.”

“What if I just wanted to feel her again?” He answered, smiling a bit more.

“Then you wouldn’t have taken your time.” I explained. “You spent too much time on each part of her body. You don’t get to do that as often as you want, so when you do, you savor it. That’s what I just witnessed.”

“That’s very astute of you.” Reggie responded. “You are observant. No, she’s not my wife. That ring on her finger is my wife’s ring, but she died many years ago. Cancer is a cruel beast, and I don’t wish it upon even my worst enemy. The hardest thing I had to do was watch her deteriorate before my eyes. It broke me in ways you can’t imagine.”

“Morgan here is the daughter of a close friend of mine.” Reggie continued. “He called me one day asking for help. Narcotics hooked Morgan, then she moved into harder drugs. She was in and out of rehab, never staying sober for more than a month or two. All of this was before the poor girl turned eighteen. I told him I could help, but assured him he wouldn’t like it. I explained what we do with women. However, I believed the way we train the women and oversee them would help keep Morgan clean and sober.”

“She went through training three years ago.” He added. “I thought that would be enough, but she quickly relapsed. It was back in rehab, and I put her through training again. I saw she would need to be put fully into our program, so I assigned her a handler and she started servicing our members. Her handler ensured her obedience and everything looked good. I released her when I felt she was over her addiction, but she relapsed within six months.”

“The drugs had a hold on her and wouldn’t let go.” Reggie explained. “Morgan told me that when she’s under someone’s control, she doesn’t feel the need for drugs. Her time is occupied, and she’s focused. I took over her oversight, but pulled her back from servicing our members. I didn’t see the need to subject her to that again. What she needed was someone to attend to her training, keep her focused, and ensure she remained obedient. That person was me.”

“I didn’t feel the need to use her for sex.” Reggie said, looking at Morgan. “What you just saw was me playing a part in front of you. I will admit, I enjoyed inspecting her. What man wouldn’t? I used her to monitor you and report what you were doing. I apologize, but I needed to know I could trust you.”

“Reggie, I understand, but I can’t do my job unless you trust me.” I stated. “I will choose my assistant, one that I can trust has my back. That’s nothing against Morgan, but now I don’t know what she’s telling you. I have nothing to hide, but that will just breed mistrust between us.”

“I understand.” Reggie acknowledged. “You can choose any of our women, except Brenda. She stays working for me.”

“Yeah, we both figured you would say that.” I admitted.

“Who do you have in mind?” He asked.

“I have an idea, but I need to work on a few things first.” I replied.

“Oh, before you go, I wanted you to know I’ll be at your ceremony later this morning.” Reggie informed me. “I’ll have a couple of people with me that want to meet you. We will all sit down afterward and talk before you head out to the casino. Brenda can ride over with me.”

I had a few hours before my ceremony, so I made a couple of stops along the way. When I arrived, everyone was there. Reggie brought his guests, and I was happy to see Brenda. Many of the people in attendance recognized her as a prostitute, but I didn’t care. I put her arm in mine and showed her off like she was the Queen of England. Screw what everyone else thought.

Before the ceremony, Reggie introduced me to Mayor Jonathan Freeman. He stood six feet tall and had a full beard. John was in shape, and I could tell exercised regularly. I put his age around fifty, but he could pass for forty. The next person was the District Attorney, Brandon Quinn. He was 5’10 and stocky. I wouldn’t call him fat, but he was wide. He had a handsome face, one that was built for public office. His smile made his face beam, and I was sure that alone would catapult him into the Mayor’s office when John announced he wouldn’t seek reelection.

All the detectives from missing persons were there, along with my old boss, Matt. All the precinct’s lieutenants were in attendance, as were many of the detectives and patrol officers. The ceremony went off beautifully. The Captain gave a speech, and the Mayor said a few words. I’m sure people wondered why my advancement drew such high-ranking dignitaries like the Mayor and District Attorney. If they only knew.

After the ceremony, everyone in attendance congratulated me. The Captain told me to meet everyone in his lounge when I finished, and it took me thirty minutes before the last person shook my hand. I walked with Brenda to the Captain’s office and his secretary showed me a door which led to his lounge. The door was locked and had a keypad. I turned around, and the secretary told me I already had the code. I put in the code from the casino and the door unlatched. I walked through with Brenda into a hallway, and the door latched behind me. I heard talking at the end of the hall, and we passed a couple of closed doors on the way.

Through the door at the end of the hallway was the lounge. We walked in and saw everyone seated and talking. Well, the men were seated. The Captain, Steven, had Jordan between his legs, sucking him off. The Mayor, John, had a woman who I recognized as a patrol officer between his legs servicing him. Brandon, the District Attorney, had a blonde that accompanied him to the ceremony kneeling in front of him. Reggie had a woman from his office servicing him on her knees.

“James, come on in and take a seat.” Reggie instructed me.

With no one telling her to do so, Brenda undressed and followed me. When I sat down, she kneeled between my legs and began sucking my cock.

“You trained her well, Reggie.” John commended him. “She’s the prostitute, right?”

“James doesn’t like her called that.” Reggie informed him, smiling at me. “James oversees her, and they have feelings for each other. That makes it difficult, but she seems motivated so I don’t have a problem with it.”

“Well, for the money you’re paying her, it should motivate her.” Brandon remarked.

They all knew of her agreement with Reggie. I didn’t want to sit there and let these men think I didn’t have a say in anything.

“Let’s get one thing straight.” I announced. “If anyone has anything to say about Brenda, you can say it to me. If I hear of anyone doing anything to her, you’ll wish you were dead.”

“Damn, does he know who he’s talking to?” John responded, laughing.

“Yes, he does.” Reggie replied. “I hired him because of his brass balls. He doesn’t give a shit who you are. That’s a good thing because he may need to put you in your place one day, so you better be nice to him.”

“I can see why you chose him.” Brandon remarked. “But do you think giving him this much responsibility is wise?”

“Relax Brandon.” Reggie chided him. “I know you wanted that job. Hell, anyone would. He has access to all of your women whenever he wants. The thing with James is, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want power or money. He’s the only one I could put in that position that won’t make a move on any of you. He just wants to do his job. That doesn’t mean you can take advantage of that. If you fuck with him, I have a feeling he will put a hurting on you. I believe he would arrest his own mother.”

No, I wouldn’t arrest my mother. However, if they believed that, all the better.

“Then I have to ask, if you don’t want money or power, what do you want?” John asked. “I don’t trust anyone unless I know what motivates them.”

“Do you see this woman between my legs?” I asked. “She and her daughter are my motivation. I couldn’t care less about anyone else. Crimson allows her to never worry about money again, and I’m here to ensure she’s protected. No offense, but I’m sure if I weren’t here, you all would use her up and discard her when you grew tired of her. Your snide comment about her prostitution convinces me of that. She’s a brilliant woman that was dealt an awful hand. I can relate, and that’s what links us.”

“People looked down on me for years.” I added. “They looked upon her as trash, less than human. Hell, Crimson picked her up and would have sold her if Reggie didn’t see an opportunity to make more money. She would have lost a daughter and her daughter would have lost her mother. Not that any of you give a shit. I’m here to tell you I do. If anyone damages one hair on her head, I will kill them. If I think anyone wants to hurt either her or her daughter, the same applies. I don’t care who you are.”

That was enough with the threats. The trick is to make it know how you feel and what you’re willing to do, but not oversell it. It was time to follow it up with an olive branch and tell them why working with me will be beneficial.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t all work together.” I continued. “All of us here are VIP members of Crimson. It’s in our best interest to cooperate. My primary motivation is to protect Crimson, and therefore all of you. To ensure Brenda is taken care of, Crimson has to survive and thrive. That’s what I will help to ensure. If there comes a time I need to make an unpopular decision, know it’s for the benefit of the organization.”

“Well, he’s both intimidating and a smooth talker.” John replied. “That’s good. He will need both to keep our members happy and the women in line. James, we wanted to sit down and talk with you about your job. We all see the need for more oversight of the women. We only have thirty women right now because we don’t have enough resources for more. All of us are busy men and can’t dedicate the time to oversee all of them. Having women assigned to us doesn’t mean we can do it all. We need you to act as the devil, so to speak.”

“If a woman loses focus and grows resistant to us, we need to scare her back in line.” John explained. “That’s where you come in. You can take control of that woman and train her yourself, or send her back to the Farm. While we would love to send them back ourselves, they can’t only see us as the bad guy. They need to trust us, and we provide them with a feeling of security and safety. We give them sugar and a little vinegar when it’s needed. You can be full-time vinegar.”

“When you walk into a room, I want the women to pay attention.” Reggie broke in. “I want them to believe they are one step away from the Farm. Just the mention of your name should bring fear. That doesn’t mean I expect you to abuse them, just to be firm. Let us do the rest. We’ll talk you up so they believe you’re the devil himself.”

“What about the women here?” I asked. “Listening to us, they’ll know what you have planned.”

“The only women we allow in our meetings are the ones we trust.” John answered. “These women have proved themselves obedient and don’t need fear to remain so. We want to bring in another ten or fifteen women so we can expand our membership. We don’t like to have over one woman to one man ratio. Right now, we’re slightly over that, with thirty-five members and thirty-one woman. Hell, thirty women. Brenda is not available to service regular members, so we’re even further behind. Take out the women in training and retraining, and we’re critically short. We’ll start losing members unless we do something.”

“That’s why I hired you, James.” Reggie admitted. “Besides you being perfect for the job, I just needed someone in the position.”

“I can do that.” I answered. “I’ll need an assistant, however.”

“Have you decided who you want?” Reggie asked.

“Yes, I have.” I replied. “I want Jordan as my assistant.”

I watched her when I said that. She stopped sucking Steven’s cock momentarily, then continued.

Steven looked surprised and said, “That’s a little unusual. I have oversight of her and I use her here. I’ve ensured she’s not abused by any of our members, and she’s reacted favorably to my control. Why Jordan?”

“For the reasons John just listed.” I answered. “You said yourself, Steven, that Jordan helps shut the women up that want to talk. She’s intimidating to them. You want me to put fear into them, and she will help me do that. I need someone that the members will respect as well. Sure, she’s submissive to us, but she’s also police, which brings respect. Last, I need someone I can trust. She’s a fellow officer, and I don’t believe she would betray me.”

“I only see one problem with that; her husband.” Steven responded. “We’ve gone to great lengths to hide her involvement with us from him. He’s also connected politically, but not a member here. If he found out, he could cause us trouble. It’s something I can’t risk.”

I told Brenda to kneel, and she leaned back and assumed that position, on her knees, legs spread, arms behind her back. I told the men I would be back and walked out toward the Captain’s office. When I stepped through the door I said, “Why don’t you ask him yourself.”

I pulled Jordan’s husband, Peter, through the door and in front of the men. I watched Jordan, and just as I suspected, she never even hesitated. She continued to suck Steven’s cock.

“James, what the fuck.” Steven exclaimed. “Have you lost your mind?”

The other men sat transfixed at the scene playing out in front of them. I took my seat and told Brenda to continue. She took my cock out and started sucking again. The chairs were positioned in a semi-circle, and Peter was in the center, facing us.

“Steven, no offence, but you never having been a detective is showing.” I remarked. “I saw the marks you sent Jordan home with, and there was no way she was hiding them. I talked with Jordan over lunch and she told me why she was in Crimson. There is also no way that she would feel responsible for a man’s death and not tell her husband. The only conclusion I could draw was that he knew about everything, including Crimson.”

“I paid a visit to Peter this morning before I arrived at the precinct.” I explained. “I sat down with him and told him I knew Jordan shared everything that happened to her. Him not coming to your office to kill you, Steven, meant he either approved of it, or was too intimidated. He didn’t look intimidated when I talked to him, so it had to be the former.”

“After talking with him, I found out he enjoys humiliation. Jordan, waiting.”

Jordan paused for a moment, but stood up and took the waiting position.

“Tell us, Jordan, all about you husband.” I instructed her.

“I’m sorry sir, he’s correct.” Jordan informed Steven. “My husband has known about my involvement with Crimson the entire time. He has me tell him everything you have me do. The rougher you are with me, the more he likes it.”

“Peter, tell the Captain why you like it.” I ordered him.

“Because I enjoy being humiliated.” Peter explained. “I like it when another man has sex with my wife. It embarrasses me, and I get off on the humiliation that I feel. I’m standing here excited because I get to see my wife sucking your dick, something I’ve wanted to see for a long time.”

“You could have fooled me, Peter.” Steven said. “Unless you have a small dick, I don’t see a bulge in your pants.”

“Peter, undress.” I instructed him.

He quickly took off his clothes and stood there naked in front of all of us.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” John said, “He’s wearing a fucking cock cage. Peter, are you getting off on this?”

Peter stood naked in front of five men wearing a chastity device. The emasculating scene would have been torture for most men, but not Peter; he looked excited. He blushed from embarrassment, but his eyes showed that the humiliation turned him on. He wore a pink plastic device that clipped around his penis. It was solid, except for a small hole in the end. It secured behind his balls, letting them hang, but securing the device. It was tight enough that there was no way to get his testicles out, so it held fast. This was, however, purely a toy. It unclipped easily and allowed Peter the take it off.

“Yes sir, I am.” Peter answered, turning multiple shades of red. Peter was a skinny man, not much muscle on him. He stood 5’8 inches in height and sported a thinning hairline. In fact, he had little hair on his body. He certainly didn’t have a problem with too much testosterone, but probably bordered on too little.

“Where did you get the chastity cage, James?” John asked.

“It belongs to Peter.” I answered. “He showed me a few more. He likes to wear them, but enjoys it more when he’s forced to. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have anyone to tell him. Neither Jordan nor Peter are dominant, which leaves a part of their desires unfulfilled.”

“Crimson has some members that enjoy humiliating couples.” Reggie remarked. “We use the married women and their husbands for that purpose. It’s always a delicate situation, however. If our members push it too far, the husband could snap. That’s what happened to your predecessor. He chose the wrong husband to humiliate and paid with his life. Peter and Jordan could prove invaluable in keeping those members happy and their dues coming in.”

“If you approve of Jordan and Peter working for me, I would make them available. I would like to pay Peter for his time, and since Jordan will work directly for Crimson as I do, she should get paid as well. Her status would change from submissive to employee. It would be like Brenda’s agreement and she would remain obedient, so the change would be in title and finances only.”

“So, is Peter gay?” Brandon asked.

“Good Lord Brandon, just because a man is submissive doesn’t mean he’s gay.” Reggie exclaimed.

“Quite to the contrary.” I added. “He’s as straight as they come. Peter explained a dominating father and a mother that slept around made him that way. He likes when men humiliate him, but sex with another man is out of the question. Everyone has their kinks, and this is what Peter likes. He can help us with his expertise, and we can help him with ours.”

“Peter is a psychiatrist, isn’t he?” Reggie asked.

“Yes, he is.” I answered. “He has a private practice but said he would consider closing it to work full time for Crimson.”

“I’ll agree with your proposals, James.” Reggie announced. “I like the idea of Peter screening our women. We have some basic knowledge in psychology that helps us with training, but having a psychologist full time will help immensely.”

“That means, James, you oversee Jordan and Peter.” Reggie informed me. “They’re employees, but I will still require Jordan to be obedient to the club. That puts you in charge of Peter as well, much like some of our couples. John oversees three married couples, while Brandon and I have two each. Just keep Jordan focused. The husbands of our women aren’t submissive, so the men don’t enjoy it. Peter will be unique, and you may have to keep him focused as well. I’m sure you’ll work out what they need. Just remember that you’re in charge of their lives now.”

Well, I figured that when I wanted Jordan as my assistant. It was more work for me, but I knew I needed someone like her. Her organization and discipline will help me keep the women in-line. Peter’s expertise will help in identifying problem women early on, and it will let me know if a woman is close to breaking down mentally.

“What do we do with Peter now?” John asked. “I enjoy humiliating the husbands, especially the ones whose behavior put their wives in Crimson. May I?”

“Absolutely.” I answered. I was curious about what John had in mind.

“Steven, I’ll switch off with you. Give me Jordan and I’ll let you have fun with Tiffany here.”

Steven agreed, Tiffany crawled over to Steven, and Jordan left her waiting position and kneeled in front of John.

“While your wife sucks my dick, I want you to crawl over here and eat her pussy.” John instructed Peter.

Peter dropped to his knees and crawled over to Jordan. Jordan went up on her hand and knees, spread her legs wide so her husband could have access. She put John’s cock in her mouth and started sucking. Peter put his face in between Jordan’s legs and started tonging her.

Brenda continued sucking my dick, never stopping the entire time we were talking. The other women did the same, and we sat that way commenting on the women. Every so often, John would say something demeaning to Peter.

“Your wife has a talented mouth, Peter.” John remarked. “I plan on fucking her after this. She will never want to have sex with you when I’m done. She’ll love my enormous cock.”

Things like that. He had Peter lay down and Jordan sat on his face. She still sucked John’s cock, but she was busy rubbing her pussy all over Peter while she did. John told Jordan to sit in his lap and fuck him. While she rode him, John made Jordan tell Peter how big his cock was, and how good it felt. He whispered in her ears what he wanted her to say. Jordan insulted and humiliated Peter while she fucked John. Peter stood there and took everything with a smile.

As we wound down, John told Jordan to suck Peter off. She removed his cage and went to work. It wasn’t having an effect until John got down behind Jordan and fucked her again. John added a few slaps on her ass, and that did the trick. Peter tensed up and emptied his balls into Jordan’s mouth. She swallowed everything and remained there.

John pulled her off of Peter’s dick and said, “You only keep a member of Crimson in your mouth. When we give you permission to satisfy your husband, you only keep his dick in your mother until he cums. I want you off as soon as he’s finished.”

Peter liked that and smiled, and I saw a small smile come across Jordan’s face as well. Ok, I had some ideas that I could use to keep the couple happy. My interest wasn’t in humiliating them, but in how much they could help me. John gets into that shit, I don’t. Now that Reggie wants to use them, much like Brenda, in satisfying specific members, I’ll have to keep them focused.

Everyone gathered their things and left. I remained with Steven, Brenda, Peter, and Tiffany. She was the patrol officer that was servicing Tom, then Steven. Steven, Peter, and I sat in recliners while the women were all put in the waiting position.

“Well, James, I guess Jordan belongs to you now.” He remarked. “I’ll have to advance someone to take Jordan’s place.”