After she’d finished counting, she took her seat. She looked different now. I’m sure relaxed was not the word, but that was never the point anyways. I wanted to break her out of her shell, to give her a dose of reality between us, let her see what that felt like. And it had worked. She’d responded to my touch, to my body leaning into hers. I suspected she’d been with very few men besides her husband. Probably only boys when she was a teenager. Now she had a taste of what a man besides her husband could feel like. I’d transformed her. Even if I walked out to my car to get back on the freeway and never set foot in Rancho Cucamonga again, she would never be the woman she’d been 15 minutes ago. And now…I knew I wanted her. By the way she responded to my touch, I knew she could be the kind of slave I craved.
But what to do about that husband. I’d get to that in a moment, after the path for this new Rochelle was acknowledged.
“What’s the one question you’ve been dying to ask me the most, Rochelle?”
Rochelle paused before answering, but there was a new confidence in her now. It was evident in her choice of question.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to train you, Rochelle. You’re going to learn how a woman serves a man like me.”
“Will it be today?”
“Yes. Here, in this house, just as soon as we’re done finalizing the arrangements between us. Your husband still has to learn what his role in all this is.”
The light went out in her eyes for just a moment. The power of what went between us on that mantle momentarily blotted out the years they’d spent building a marriage. If I’d stood and held my hand out, she would have taken it, and be led anywhere I wanted without a single look back. But that feeling wouldn’t have lasted, and that wasn’t what I was here for anyways. If anything, my plan might actually strengthen their bond, while also giving me exactly what I wanted from them.
“Gary, I’ve given this a lot of thought. I have no use for a man sexually. There is absolutely nothing you can do for me. Sure, I could make you bend over and whip your ass, but it would be a hollow gesture. You and I would both know it.”
Gary’s face fell of course. There was something powerful surging between his wife and I, and my opening salvo threatened to leave him out completely. Rochelle wouldn’t even look back at him.
“But I believe I’ve come up with a role for you that will work for all three of us.”
That put some color back in his cheeks.
“It won’t be as active a role as either Rochelle’s or mine, but you will be a part of this. Would you like to hear what it is?”
Like there was any doubt.
“Gary, you will be Rochelle’s handler. Do you know what that means?”
Of course he didn’t. I was making this up.
“Why, no Sir. I don’t believe I’ve heard that term before.”
See?
“You will be my servant, but instead of being dominated directly like Rochelle, you will act as my assistant. You will perform the menial tasks and duties that I consider beneath me, to allow me to concentrate on Rochelle’s use and training. You will be tasked with organizing and cleaning the equipment, toys and spaces we use, and the slave. You will clean and maintain her for me. You will literally “handle” Rochelle, making sure she is presented as I command. When I am here, you will be present and ready to serve. When I am not here, I will interface with you to make sure any arrangements we have are fulfilled. Her obedience when I am not here will be your responsibility. Prior to my arrival for sessions, it will be up to you to make sure my slave and this house is prepared to my specifications.”