He guided my hand away, causing me almost physical pain at the loss. I washed the front of his legs, then his nearly flat belly. Again, I resisted the urge to take him into my mouth and moved up to his hairy chest. I love hairy chests because they seem so primitively masculine. I was crying, at not being able to suck him. He held my face against his chest a minute or so, as my crying faded.
He washed and rinsed his arms, as he told me; “Wash yourself, then meet me on the balcony.” He stepped out and I briefly cried again, at losing him for a moment. I did as he commanded and cleaned myself. I reluctantly did it without masturbating for the sixth time since I woke that morning, though I wanted to. After quickly drying with a towel I briskly walked to the balcony, and saw him sitting in a chair naked.
“Have a seat.”
I wondered what happened. He was an attractive man and I’d like to date him, but he wasn’t the god-like Adonis he was ten minutes before. I thought I might like to kiss him but I wouldn’t sell my soul to taste his feet, like I would have when he first walked in. I liked his voice, but his words weren’t the overwhelming commands of a supernatural being any more.
“I like you, Kate, and I want to apologize. A lot of my success is based on a special cologne I developed. It seems that today I used a little too much. I also didn’t take into account it’s extra effectiveness on ladies of Scandinavian descent.”
I was very confused. A few minutes ago, I was begging him to do anything he wanted with my body, and HE was apologizing to ME? I said, “It’s ok. Things are fine now.”
“I’m glad. If you keep the cologne a secret, maybe I’ll use it with you again. I’ll see you next week, my needy baby kitten. My Kitty-Kate.” He kissed my forehead and touched my cheek gently with his huge hand.
I watched him dress and leave. I’d like to see him again, but I just couldn’t wrap my head around needing him so terribly, then only kind of liking him after just a shower. He called me his Kitty-Kate. I liked that. He had compassion for me and apologized when I had a problem. Maybe I did love him a little.
I laid on my bed, slowly and casually massaging my vulva, to the thought that someday I might want him that badly again. I had a very good orgasm, and then a smaller one. It was nice, and almost calm. I decided that I’d keep his secret. All his secrets.
I put on a light blue dress and went back to the balcony for a smoke. Andy was having a cigar and smiled at me. As I lit up, Red walked out, saying; “Damn, Mister X is sexy! I had to jill off three times to keep control of myself!”
Andy said, “I had to once. How about you, Kate?”
I hugged myself, as I said; “Seven times today! Seven wonderful times! And he called me his Kitty-Kate!”
Red playfully said; “You lucky slut! You’ve only been here a day! I didn’t get a nickname for a whole month! But I bet you don’t know WHY he calls me Red.”
I said the obvious; “Duh! Because of your hair!”
She got a huge smile, before telling us; “Nope. He asked how I reacted when my first serious boyfriend had sex with me. I kept on reading my history homework.”
Andy and I laughed uproariously.
Andy asked me; “So, I’m guessing he calls you Kitty-Kate because he got your pussy?”
I chuckled. “Nope. I whined and cried like a lost kitten, until he took care of my problem.”
The two of them cracked up, laughing intensely.
Red said, “When Mister X is away Jane oversees the island, but her real name is Jacqueline. I bet you can’t guess why her nickname is “Jane”.
Other than a bad contraction of her real name, we had no ideas.
“It’s from Tarzan and Jane. Jane of the jungle. She loves rubbing her face in lots of chest or pubic hair.”
The three of us chuckled.
Andy asked, “So, how about we have another jack and jill session?”
Red said, “I just did three times. I’m too sore and tired. Tomorrow night.”
He asked, “How about it, Kate?”
“SEVEN! I just told you I did SEVEN times! Men!”
I walked inside then took a nap. I dreamed of tiny rice-sized women swinging from a man’s pubic hair like vines.
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The next day Carol and two other ladies took a lot more pictures, and over an hour of video with me swimming nude in the pool. Again, I was having a lot of fun when they said they had enough and I was done for the day. I couldn’t believe my job was so easy and fun. Life was great!
During the rest of the week, they got video and pictures of me swimming in the ocean and putting suntan lotion on myself on the beach. A lot of the pictures were beautiful, with fish swimming near me, as I looked down at the colorful coral reef through goggles or a face mask.
The morning before my one-week medical check-up, they had me masturbate on the beach with a small vibrator. Nine or ten men watched, and I had a great time. At my check-up the doctor told me my magnesium was a little low, and gave me some supplements. He also said I would need my birth control implant removed for some reason. I knew to be careful. I wasn’t allowed to touch other people for the next week anyway, so I let him take it out. The removal hurt a lot less than having it put in.
Our nightly masturbation sessions started to become a tradition. Every night a few dozen people would watch Andy, Red, and I jack and jill for them, and each other.
My “job” before my two-week check-up was very exciting. Carol had three video people recording, and eight men went to the beach with us. I masturbated with several dildos, as the men jerked off and squirted their cum on my chest and back. Six or seven more men were watching, and happily took a turn or two. Carol said we were done, but three guys and I kept going until we climaxed again. I got a shower and reported for the big day. My check-up went well, and the doctor told me to report to Jane’s office tomorrow after lunch. After I saw Jane, I could touch other people again! Maybe I could have sex with Red and Andy! I couldn’t wait!
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Jane called me into her office. “Have a seat. I have good news for you, all your medical tests came back fine. News you might think is even better, is that you earned nearly ten thousand dollars with us so far. If you keep doing similar things, but touching other people, you could easily have thirty thousand in another two weeks. That’s assuming you want to leave us after a month.”
I was very indecisive. I wanted to go back to school, but I LOVED it here. “I … uh…”
“Now is the time you decide. I’ll show you the schedule, then I’ll give you a few minutes to choose whether you want to leave two weeks from now, or if you want to join the family and start getting your tattoos.
When you join the family, your life will be a lot like the last two weeks. You’ll never have to pay for anything, no bills or cash to worry about. You’ll have a bank account that grows over time, and plenty to retire on, if you ever choose to quit or retire.
Mister X is obviously the head of the family, and there is a matron at each of his six homes. I’m matron of this one. All the family does what Mister X and the matrons say, always. We decide where you live, who you can sleep with, and when.