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The next morning, Ron was the first to wake up. However, in trying to get out of bed, he woke up everyone else. It went something like this: In order to get out of bed, he had to roll Megan off his one side. This woke her up, but not before she bumped Jess, who in turn jostled Nikki, who accidentally elbowed Tammy, who then banged up against Sandra. It was a good thing it was a king-size bed, but it was still crowded. Not that it had mattered last night.
The only part that had disturbed Ron, and was still bothering him, was Miko's absence. He would have to talk to her about that. He also needed to make plans about a new dwelling. It would take too long to patch up this house to make it livable. Ron had set up a barrier so that no one could enter the house, but that was very draining on his system. He woke up almost as tired as when he'd gone to bed.
He went into the kitchen and got himself some breakfast. Just then his mother came into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Ron!"
"Hey, Mom. You're awful cheery today. How are you feeling, really?" Ron studied her face for signs of pain, but didn't see any. He was too wore out to bother with a scan.
"I'm okay, really, Ron. I'm sore, in a lot of places, but no major pains anywhere. You did a fine job patching me up. Ron? Can we talk about some things?"
"Sure, Mom. What do you want to talk about?"
"Well, I've come to understand that somehow you're in control of everything. I mean, I don't think I could go against your wishes if I wanted to, not that I've wanted to lately. What's going on?"
Ron wasn't sure how much to tell her, but then he realized that she couldn't tell anyone anyway, so he decided to lay it all out for her. "Well, Mom, it's like this. Remember the day I told Dad off?"
"Yes."
"Well, that was the first day I realized I had this neato power. I could make people do whatever I wanted them to. Ever since then, I've kinda been controlling the whole household."
"So, your sisters, and me, we've all been 'under your spell'?"
"Well, sort of. It's not quite like a spell, but that's an easy enough analogy. There's lots of different ways of doing it."
"And camp was about what, really?"
"CAMP was to teach me how to use my abilities to their fullest extent." Ron was quoting the manual again.
"Okay, now, why am I not angry about all of this?" She felt she ought to be, but couldn't bring herself to it.
"I'm not entirely sure on all aspects of it, but I think I sort of changed the way you think, so that you're happy with life as it is."
"Oh. Okay." Ron was surprised to find that she was entirely satisfied with this answer. "So, I guess you're the man of the house now. What do we do now? I don't have the money to get the house fixed up, and we can't afford to move."
"I told you last night, Mom. I've got a job with CAMP, and they pay way better than your job does. I'll find us a new house today, and we can move in before school starts."
"So, you will be going back to school?" Sandra queried.
"Oh, yeah. It's very important that I finish my schooling. It's part of my agreement with CAMP."
"Now, what about all these girls running around?"
Ron could tell his mother had pretty much been out of it last night. He had covered all of this in the family meeting. He didn't mind going over it again for Sandra though. "Well, of course, Tammy is Nikki's friend. Megan is my.... slave. I picked her up at CAMP. Jessica is also my slave, if you remember, she was my student at the end of last school year."
"Oh, yes. Now I remember." Ron wondered if there were still some lingering effects from Marinda. He had cleared out all the commands, but maybe all the pathways hadn't reasserted themselves yet.
"Anyway, Miko is my.... well, she'll tell you she's my slave, too, but I prefer to think of her as my girlfriend." Ron wasn't really sure what he felt about Miko, just that he didn't want to be without her. "Speaking of Miko, I really need to have a talk with her. Did you want to know anything else?"
"No, I should really get ready for work now. I'm already late." Sandra started to get up, but Ron stopped her.
"No, Mom. Call in sick today. I don't want you going out in your condition. I'm going to call Dr. Brown, and have her come over to look at you later."
"Okay, Ron. I'll just rest here, then." She picked up the phone, and sat down to make her call.
"I'll be up in my room with Miko if you need anything."
"Alright, honey.... Yes, this is Sandra Chaffey, may I speak..."
Ron headed up to his room. Out of habit, he knocked before entering. Then he realized how silly that was, given it was his bedroom. He quietly opened the door, and walked in.
Miko was sleeping soundly curled up on Ron's bed. She made quiet little snore noises that Ron found absolutely adorable. He sat down in the chair beside his bed, and just stared at her for a while. She was wearing one of Dawn's nightshirts, but he could clearly remember the body beneath from last night. He watched her chest rise and fall with her breath. Her face looked angelic in the peaceful rest of sleep. He hesitated to wake her, but knew the rest of the family would be up very shortly, and would disturb her rest anyway. He reached his hand out toward her shoulder, but when he got about six inches from her, she awoke, and reflexively jumped away from him. She did not retreat farther after she realized who it was, but she was still trembling.
Ron felt a load of anger boil up in him again at the thought of what she must have gone through to put that kind of terror into her. He forced it back down, knowing it did no good, and might frighten Miko even further.
"Miko? Are you okay?" Ron was very concerned that the girl was emotionally quite fragile.
"Yes, Master Ron. I am sorry I moved away from you. I am ready to be punished."
'Punished? For that? I don't think so!' Ron moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Miko was still quaking. Ron reached over and rested his hand on her arm. "Miko, I am not going to punish you for something you couldn't control anyway. You don't need to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to talk to you, if you feel up to it."
Miko settled some at Ron's words, and she made a great effort to compose herself. And succeeded, for the most part. "Yes, Master. What would you like to talk about?"
"Well, for starters, I was curious as to why you didn't join us last night when we went to bed."
"That was a family gathering, Master. I am not a member of the family."
"Miko, you are as much a member of the family as Megan, or Tammy, or Jess is. You are now a member of my family. You will be treated just like all of the others here. I will protect you just like I protect them. Do you understand?"
Miko nodded meekly. Ron tried to hug her, but she was so curled up, he couldn't really get his arms around her. "Miko, would you please stand up?" She did as requested, but kept her face to the floor. "Is there something wrong?"
She mumbled something, but Ron couldn't make it out. He wasn't even sure it was English. "Excuse me? What?"
"I am not worthy of your protection, Master. I have displeased you. You may send me away now."
'This girl has some serious problems in her head. I could easily remove those memories.... No. Not unless she agrees to it.'
"Miko, I am 'not' unhappy with you. You have not 'displeased' me at all. I am not angry, upset, or even mildly annoyed. I am happy that you have decided to stay."
"Then why do you still call me Miko?"
"Huh?" Ron was totally lost now.
"If you are my Master, and I am your servant, why do you not use my proper name?"
"Well, you told me to call you Miko...."
"Master, I said my friends call me Miko. It is not proper for you to demean yourself in that manner."
"I don't understand. What should I call you, then?"
"It is appropriate that you refer to your possession by her proper name, Kumiko."
"Is this what has been troubling you?"
"It is one thing, yes, Master."
"Well, Kumiko, I'm sorry I worried you. I wasn't aware that I should have been using your full name. What else is bothering you?"
"I am not worthy to serve the Master."
"Kumiko, you are as worthy as anyone else who lives here, except me, of course." Ron added that only because he knew it was what she expected him to say. He was starting to catch on, but he'd need to read up on Japanese customs if he was going to keep up with this girl.
"You are truly satisfied with me, Master?" She desperately needed to believe that he accepted her.
"Kumiko, I am more than satisfied with you. I am overjoyed with you. Now then, how are you really feeling this morning? I mean, do you hurt anywhere?"
"No, Master. I am sore where I had the bruises, but you have taken care of me well. Thank you again." She bowed, very formally, low enough that he could actually see the back of her neck.
'This is going to take some getting used to.' He could have ordered her not to do it, but he decided he kind of liked it. He wouldn't want to have all the women going around bowing like that, but for one, it was kind of cool.
"Kumiko, please stand still." She did so, and Ron did a quick, but gentle, inspection of her body and its' many bruises. The hip still seemed to be tender. He stood behind her to inspect her legs, and as he rose from his crouch, he embraced her from behind. It was gentle, as everything he did with Kumiko was gentle. He hugged her to him, in a way that stated beyond any doubt that he thought of her as 'his', to be protected, cared for, and loved. Tears formed in her eyes, but she said nothing. Ron noticed them, but realized these were not tears of sadness, but joy. He also knew this was not a time for talking. He held her, rocking very slightly back and forth, for a long time. She was somewhat shorter than Ron, so she leaned her head back against his shoulder, with a small, peaceful smile of contentment on her face.
Eventually, the real world had to intrude on their Paradise. Ron heard the commotion downstairs. It was just the normal noise of six people sitting at a table yakking, but it was enough to destroy the mood. "Are you ready to have breakfast yet, Kumiko?"
"Yes, Master. But, what shall I wear?"
He was tempted to say, "Nothing", but he realized the house presently had no front door. "Stay here a moment." He walked to Dawn's room, and looked in her closet. He found something he'd forgotten she had. One year, his sister had been in a play as a Japanese lady. She'd had to wear a wig, since most Japanese are not blonde, but she had done well. The kimono she had used as a costume was hanging in the closet. Ron immediately thought that this was appropriate dress for Kumiko. She would, of course, agree, since it was her Master's opinion. He returned to his room.
"Here, you can wear this. It should fit you."
"Oh, Master! It is beautiful. Thank you very much." She put it on, and it was an almost perfect fit. It covered her body fully, but Ron's imagination still filled in the hidden details.
"Okay, let's go to breakfast!" They headed downstairs to the kitchen. The talking stopped as they entered, and everyone saw Kumiko. Her hair was a mess, and what makeup she had been wearing had smeared, but she was still beautiful.
"Well, Good Morning!" piped Megan. "Glad to see you're up and about."
"Thank you." replied Kumiko, in an almost-whisper. "May I sit down?"
"Of course, Miko. You're a member of the family now. Do what you want, so long as Ron thinks it's okay." Dawn's reply was perfect: it stated the position of the entire family, and then included Kumiko in that group. Everyone was treating her like just another member of the family. Ron was pleased.
After breakfast, Ron needed to deal with a new home. He thought he knew how to get one.
"Hello, Mr. Simmons' office."
"Hello. This is Ronald Chaffey. I need to speak with Mr. Simmons, please."
"Look, son, Mr. Simmons is a very busy man-"
"Just ask him if he'll take the call." Ron was in no mood to deal with a whiney-ass secretary.
"Hold, Please." Ron listened to some Muzak for about ten seconds.
"Ron! Hey, buddy, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Simmons-"
"Bill, remember?"
"Okay, Bill. I need a little help, and I have a proposition for you. Can we meet for lunch or something? I'd rather not discuss it on the phone." He wasn't worried about security, but he still wasn't sure of his long-distance controls, and he thought he might need to adjust Bill somewhat, though he didn't think so.
"Alright. I'll pick you up at noon, maybe ten after. We'll go to The Remington. Should I bring a briefcase, or anything?"
"No, I don't think you'll need it for this."
"Alrighty, then. I'll see you 'round noon."
The Remington was a very upscale place. Ron had put on the best clothes he had for this meeting. He felt wholly uncomfortable, but he knew that business was always conducted in as uncomfortable an outfit as you could manage. He never understood why, that's just the way it was.
They made idle chat until the main course arrived, then Bill settled down to get the meat of the discussion out in the open. "So, Ron. You say you've got a proposition? Anything I can do to help my buddy. Shoot."
"Well," Ron started, "you know what I did for your wife, right?"
"Oh, yes! I'd like to thank you again for that. It has been absolutely wonderful the last eight weeks."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. Here's my problem: My family needs a new home." In response to the look on Bill's face, Ron hastened to add, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to provide one. But, I'm sure you have contacts to people who could get us into a home pretty cheap, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, Ron, I do. But, I mean, I don't have the kind of clout to pull that kind of favor out of thin air. I mean, they'd basically be tossing money away."
"Do any of these people you know happen to have wives?"
"Of course they do....." And the light started to dawn.
"Well, you were willing to pay me almost anything to keep your wife the way she is. My family needs a new home. We need one quickly. If one of your friends might be willing to trade my service for a really good deal on a large home, I'd be very grateful."
"How big of a home do you need, Ron?"
"As big as I can get. There are eight of us right now, but there'll be nine of us in about seven months. I don't know what the number will end up being."
"Okay. I know of a couple of really large houses out in the country that aren't selling. I think I can talk one of my friends into selling it to you, maybe even in trade. His wife is a real, pardon me, bitch. She's always nagging on him. He married her for her looks, before he realized what a shrew she was. She married him for the money. If you could tame her, he might even give you the damned house!"
"That sounds real good. Can you call him after lunch, and see if he'd be okay with that?"
"Sure, but, Ron? He's not gonna believe it."
"Tell him he'll have his results before he gives us the house."
"Great, but that'll take a couple days, won't it?"
"Your wife took about half an hour."
"Really? Shit! I didn't realize it was that fast. Wait. How's he gonna get his wife to go see an, excuse me, thirteen year-old kid?"
"Hmmm. Well, what's she into? I mean, what're her hobbies?"
"Mainly, money. She likes art, though."
"That works. Tell her that I have some artwork she really should see. It's worth lots more than I'm selling it for, and like that."
"Do you actually have any?"
"No, but that's not important. All I need is to get within a few feet of her."
"Okay! I'll drop you off home, and then I'll go see what I can do. Hey, Ron? Are you looking to maybe make a business out of this?"
"You think it would sell? We'd have to keep it real quiet."
"Oh, it'll sell alright!"
"Tell you what, other than this deal, which we'll call payback for your wife, anyone you find, you send my way, and I'll give you part of whatever I make."
"That sounds cool to me. Like a 'finder's fee'."
"Yeah. Like that."
The rest of lunch was more chit-chat, and then Bill dropped Ron off home. Ron spent some time cleaning things up, getting them ready to be packed. When the phone rang, Kumiko answered it.
"Hello, Ron Chaffey's residence....May I ask who's calling, sir?....Wait a moment, please." She set the phone down, and turned to Ron. "Master? It is someone named Bill. Do you wish to take the call?"
"Yes, Kumiko, and very nice way to answer the phone, too." Kumiko beamed, and handed Ron the phone. He reached over and squeezed her ass gently by way of a thank-you.
"Bill? Ron here."
"Who, may I ask, was that?"
"Oh, that was just Kumiko. She's a.... permanent house guest."
"I see. Is she as pretty as she sounds?"
"More so. Anyway, what's up?"
"Well, Mr. Tannon will be dropping by with his wife later this evening, if that's okay with you. He has a three story, 10 bedroom house in the country with an attic and a basement, swimming pool, and 6 acres of land. He says if you can make his wife shut up, you can have the place free and clear. He's willing to eat the loss to get his wife to stop nagging."
"Sounds good to me. But, Bill? Remember that I said some strange things happened with your wife?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I need to be alone with her. I don't want anyone to see what I'm actually doing. It would probably just freak them out, anyway."
"Okay, I'll pass that along. How 'bout he just drops her off, then comes back later?"
"Let's do this. Drop her off at say, seven. I'll call him when I'm done. I don't know exactly how long it will take, it's different for each person." He was temporizing now. If she was really pretty, he would probably want to have some fun with her, and there was no telling how long that would take.
"Works fine for me. I'll give you his number. It's 555-4891. That way, whenever you're done... doing whatever, you can call him. I'll have him drop her by around sevenish."
"Okay, thanks a lot, Bill. Talk to you later. Bye." Ron hung up, and made his plans for the evening.
Ron spent his afternoon at the library, looking up some books on Japanese culture, the better to understand his new follower, Kumiko. She was certainly beautiful, and very devoted, but she was also slightly odd. Of course, this may have been one of the things that attracted Ron to her. He could easily live with her eccentricities. She was becoming his favorite, probably because she had never, from the beginning, ever questioned him on anything, except whether or not she was acceptable. After a couple of hours poking around books about Japanese society, and locating a couple of items on the Japanese language, Ron headed home to prepare for his guest.
He had everything set up in the den. The den was a seldom-used room in the house, mainly because, for some reason, no one had ever bothered to install heating or air conditioning into the room. Ron didn't figure it would matter all that much for the evening. Since it was rather warm, it might even be an asset.
The car dropped the woman off promptly at 7:00. Ron watched her come up the walk, and his prick hardened almost instantly. This lady might be a bitch, but she was also gorgeous! he was beginning to learn that lots of pretty women were bitches. 'Too bad. Of course, they're not bitches around me.' He drew himself up, and presented himself to her. "Hello, Mrs. Tannon. My name is Ronald Chaffey." He used his full name to sound important. "Please excuse the mess, we are... having some remodeling done, and it's in the early stages." This sounded plausible, but he figured she'd see right through it.
More or less, she ignored it. "Where is the painting?"
'Geez, she is a tight-assed bitch, ain't she.' "Right this way, ma'am." Ron led her back to the den. He had already instructed the entire family to stay out of the way for the evening. This was work, and he didn't want anything to interfere with how he performed his job.
They entered the room. What Callie Tannon saw was an easel, with something on it, covered in a black cloth. A traditional way to present artwork, it was also a complete fabrication. There was nothing there, Ron had formed an illusion for her to see. Mrs. Tannon walked over to remove the cloth, no preliminary niceties at all. Of course, when she got there, Ron vanished the painting into thin air. The lady spun on her heel to face the boy.
"What is going on here?" She was more angry than frightened. Well, she had no reason to be afraid of a thirteen year-old boy.
"Sit down, Mrs. Tannon." Callie Tannon moved slowly over to the couch, and, like a rusted machine, slowly sank to the couch. She was fighting it every step of the way, but Ron knew what he was doing by now.
"What are you doing to me?"
"Just making you more pleasant, that's all. Now, no more talking." Talking interfered with his concentration, and he wanted to get this job right. The house sounded like a very nice place, and so Ron didn't want to screw this up.
For the next twenty minutes, Ron fiddled with Callie Tannon's mind. Removing thoughts here, re-organizing ideas there, he turned her into the perfect wife. With one, glaring exception. She would be entirely faithful to her husband, unless Ron wanted her. He installed in her brain an ultimate override command. She would obey him above all others. Ron thought this might be useful at a later date.
When she finally started to come out of her "sleep", Ron handed her a soda.
"Drink up, you're probably thirsty." He knew he was, he'd already drank an entire can of Pepsi. Callie drank her soda carefully, taking small sips until it was all gone.
"Why am I here?" She asked.
"To have a little fun, that's all." Ron replied. He took her glass from her. "Please stand up, and put your arms at your sides." Ron admired the statuesque figure before him. She was 5'10" tall, beautiful, flowing blonde hair that reached below her shoulders, exquisite, green eyes set in a cultured face, with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. Her outfit accentuated a wonderful pair of tits. Her 4" heels highlighted her long legs, and showed them off to good measure. Her dress stopped just above her knee, and so covered all the parts of her that Ron really wanted to see. He hadn't had sex all day, and that was a long time for him as of late.
"Just relax. We're going to have some fun."
"Okay. Whatever you say." Ron told her to raise her arms above her head, which she did. This forced her breasts to move up even further, and accented them wonderfully. The dress she was wearing was tight, and he didn't want to ruin it. He used a little telekinesis to gently swish it over her head and off her body. What he found underneath was, nothing. No clothing, that is. She was now completely nude. She had worn neither bra, which he'd expected given her dress, nor panties, which surprised him. He examined the heavenly form before him. Her nipples were standing erect, either from the sudden air, or arousal. Her body took on a very light sheen of sweat, certainly from the heat of the moment.
"Spread your legs for me." This she did, without hesitation, Ron noted. He reached out with his mind, and brushed across her chest. Her entire body shivered, and she let out a low moan. Ron did it again, only across her abdomen. Again, a shiver and a moan. Now, Ron brushed across her pussy lips and her clit, with just the tenderest of touches. Her body jerked, and she let loose a loud, guttural moan of want and need.
"What do you want from me, Callie?" Ron loved teasing his subjects.
"I want you inside me, Ron. I want you to fuck me silly." Exactly as he had programmed her, when aroused, she became a complete slut, for either him or her husband, but no one else.
Ron walked over to her, and caressed her ass with his hand. It was firm and well toned. 'She must work out a lot.' Ron ran his hand around her hip, until he was facing her in front. Given both her present position, and her height, Ron was staring right above her tits. He pulled one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked on them. She pressed herself into him, trying to rub her body up against his. Ron switched breasts, and continued the wonderful torture. Callie was writhing in ecstasy now. Ron reformed his extension, and brushed it against her pussy some more. Her writhing and moaning increased. Ron kept this up, moving faster and sucking harder until finally she hit her edge. With an ear-shattering scream, she came, shuddering and bucking. If it hadn't been for Ron's telekinesis, she would have collapsed on the floor. But, Ron wasn't finished yet, so he couldn't let her go just now.
Ron moved over to the couch, pulled off his clothes, and sat down. "Come on over, Callie." Callie Tannon glided swiftly over to him. "Kneel... Now, suck my cock."
Callie Tannon, bitchy housewife, one who never did anything so disgusting as suck a man's cock before tonight, now gladly did as ordered. She took Ron's tool in hand, and began slathering it with kisses. She worked her way all the way down to his balls. She took them into her mouth, one at a time, and sucked on them gently. Ron's cock grew to it's full hardness, and then she took it into her mouth. At first, she just took the head, lashing it with her tongue, and sucking on it hard enough to vacuum the cum right out of it. Eventually, she started taking more and more of it into her mouth, pumping with her hand what was left. She kept this up, sucking, and pumping, and licking, until Ron couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her head and held it in place. He poured his come down her throat, and she swallowed every drop.
When he was done cumming, she continued her blowjob, to make sure he was fully hard for the next round. When she had him fully erect, Ron had her stand up. Ron moved over to a chair, better suited for what he had in mind.
"Come sit on my cock, facing me." He hadn't tried this with a person facing him yet. She strode over, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She let out a low hiss as his rod impaled her body. When she finally had him fully inside her, he had her stop. Now, Ron formed his extension again. He formed it into a thin penis, and moved it into her asshole. She tensed, then, as it pushed in, she started wiggling in his lap.
"Oh, yesssssss! That feels soooooo goood!" She purred into his ear. Once he had the extension fully into her, he locked it into place. Now, as she began to ride up and down on his cock, the extension would move in and out of her just as his cock did. She tried to start slow, but her body betrayed her. She was simply too stimulated to be patient. She started bucking in his lap. Ron had all he could do to hold onto her. He applied some extra telekinetic energy to the situation, and floated them both up in the air. This eliminated the worry that they would fall off the chair. He simulated a chair under him, to keep the position right. Meanwhile, Callie's pace was increasing. her tits were flouncing up and down in a very attractive manner, and Ron grabbed one into his mouth and started sucking on it again. This drove Callie wild, and caused her to move even faster, if that was possible. Finally, with a pinch and a nip to each nipple, Ron brought her over the edge. She shuddered, then froze in an ultimate spasm of ecstasy. Then, she went limp.
Unfortunately, Ron had, again, not come with his partner. Then, he saw Megan standing at the door.
"Is there a problem, Megan?"
"No, sir. I heard the noise, I wanted to make sure everything was alright. I'm sorry to interrupt."
"Don't worry about it. Just get out of those clothes and get over here!" Ron needed relief, and Megan's entry was certainly fortuitous. He wondered if he had anything to do with it, but didn't really care.
Megan fairly tore off her clothes, popping buttons off of her shirt to get it off. Her breasts burst free, and Ron grabbed for them. He had lowered Mrs. Tannon to the ground, but he was still floating. He raised Megan up off the floor, and yanked her pants down and off, letting them fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing panties, as instructed by her Master. He briefly paused at her pussy to drink in some of her juices, but it was her ass he was after.
Megan's ass was the tightest hole in the entire house. He spun her around and pressed in. This would have been extraordinarily painful for Megan, but Ron had learned how to use his healing powers in other ways. When he touched Megan, he both loosened her anus, and lubed her rectum from the inside. He pressed into her at almost full speed. Megan let forth a grunt, but showed no signs of pain. Ron was really beyond caring anyway. He pumped into her furiously. He reached around, and, with one hand fondled a tit, while the other hand rubbed her pussy. 'Floating in air makes this stuff so easy. No worrying about falling, or painful positions. It's so COOL!'
Ron kept up his maddening pace for only a couple minutes. He came in what felt like buckets into Megan's ass. Just as he came, she reached her own orgasm from his manual stimulation. Again the den was filled with moans and wails of pure joy and pleasure.
Ron brought them both down to rest on the couch. Ron's cock softened, and withdrew from Megan's ass. She turned, and embraced Ron. They kissed, deeply, sensuously, their tongues fighting a delicious battle in each other's mouths. She broke the kiss finally, and just lay her head on his shoulder, resting.
"You did good, Megan. Very good." It was exactly what she needed to hear, as his sex slave, it was what she craved: to know he was happy with her performance.
After a few minutes, Mrs. Tannon began to wake up. Ron thought about moving Megan, but he was enjoying her where she was, so he didn't.
"Wow! That was wonderful! Ron, baby, you're fantastic!" Callie gushed over him.
"Mrs. Tannon, I think you'll find that your husband is just as good." It didn't really matter whether his technique was as good as Ron's or not. It was programmed into her that she would like them both equally well. "Would you hand me the phone, please, Callie?"
"Certainly." She handed over the phone. Ron dialed the number Bill had given him.
"Mr. Tannon? Yes sir, this is Ron. Yes, sir. You can come get your wife now. No, she didn't want the painting, but I think she'll have a surprise for you when you get home, anyway. Yes sir. See you soon." Ron hung up the phone and handed it back to Callie. "You should get dressed now." Megan started to get up, but Ron held her in place. "Not you. You stay put." Megan lay back down, with a huge, serene smile on her face.
Eventually, Ron did have to let Megan up, so he could get dressed to greet Mr. Tannon.
"Hello, Ron! It's nice to finally meet you."
"Hello, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, too."
"So, how went the experiment?"
"It wasn't an experiment, sir. And it went perfectly, as I thought it would." Callie was off in the restroom, fixing her hair or somesuch bullshit. "So, sir, when you confirm that your wife has indeed been changed..."
"The papers are already drawn up, my young friend. Bill trusts you, so I trust you. But, how do you know you can trust me? I mean, I could take my wife and run."
"No, you couldn't. First off, there's nowhere you could go I can't find you. And second, once I found you, I can make her worse than she was before."
"Oh, Dear Lord, don't do that! Very well. If you want to move your family into the house tonight, it's fine with me. The electric and water are still on. We can handle the paperwork tomorrow."
"Thank you sir. We'll need a key..." Mr. Tannon provided two. "Thanks again. We'll move in tonight. We're sort of missing a front door here."
"So I'd noticed. What happened?"
"Just a minor battle, that's all. You have a good night, sir."
Callie Tannon was hanging off of his arm now, which was something she never did before. Mr. Tannon gave Ron a big grin. "Oh, I think I'm gonna. Good night, young man." And with that, the Tannons left.
Sandra came up and gave Ron a hug just then. "Well, hon, you said you'd find us a house today..." She left the question hang.
"Here's the keys, Mom. " Mr. Tannon had also provided explicit directions with the keys. "Let's get some stuff together and go over there for the night."
"Okay, Ron. I'll call the girls together."