> If Jim would sell this as a movie, he would make millions
Not sure Amazon, Netflix or any of the others would turn it into a series. But I am open for offers
Thank you all for your kind comments. And now, not wanting to keep you in suspense any longer, here's the next chapter...
Reacquainting
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“You have a nice place here, Jim.” Brianna said after he had given her a guided tour of the barns. “Those cells will come in handy.”
“They do. Great of you to come for the wedding. I assume Linda does not know you are here?”
“No, I did not tell her. I figured she would find out fast enough when she gets here. Just like Diana did.”
They walked back from the barn to the main cabin.
“I like your studio and the pool; I might have to install a pool at my place.” Brianna said.
Jim grinned.
“It does not see very much use in the winter around here, although I thought about turning it into a skating rink.”
The camper Brianna had come in passed them, with Mike at the wheel. He was parking the large vehicle at the rear of the buildings where they had created a temporary campground. Briana and Jim kept walking.
“Welcome to our small abode.” Jim said, opening the door to the main cabin.
Brianna walked in and looked around. On the ground floor there was a large living room with a fireplace and a half open kitchen. A wooden stair let to a balcony, which gave access to four bedrooms, each with ensuite bathroom. There was a comfortable seating area in front of the fireplace with an expensive multi-media center opposite the large couch. She also noticed the computer systems along one of the walls.
“Very nice, Diana’s father had good taste.” Brianna said.
Jim had connected with Brianna a couple of times since they visited France, mostly for business dealings, but they had talked about their personal lives too. The dominatrix was just good at being in control, she was also a good listener and had a knack for asking the right questions, which made people open up to her. It had not been much different for Jim.
“I assume you do not have a few storage silos build in?” She grinned.
Jim remembered the storage areas in the ceiling where Brianna had stored Diana and Linda during their visit in France. Both women had endured about an hour of being locked in them and they both agreed that it was scary.
“No, I thought about it, but have not worked out yet how to do it. I can’t go down, the ground is pure rock underneath the barn, so maybe I should raise the roof on the barn.”
“I’ve seen grown man break down after spending time in there.” Brianna said.
Wendy and Diana were both on the phone, making last arrangements for the wedding. Sheila was in the kitchen. With all the guests coming, organizing everything had turned into a logistical nightmare, but they trusted their planning and with the weather forecast being nice for the next few days, that factor was at least behaving.
“Can I come in?” An unfamiliar voice came from the front door.
“Jonathan, good to see you.” Diana said, looking up from what she was writing.
They had met Jonathan in the winter, when he was a camera man for a documentary that was shot at the cabin and surrounding areas. Jim and Diana had discussed doing the photography and videography themselves, but that would have meant they would not be in the picture, so they had reached out to Jonathan, who had impressed them all with his work.
“How are you?” Jim asked, walking up to Jonathan and greeting him.
“I’m doing rather good. Busy as hell, but I was glad to make time for Linda and Robert.”
Diana introduced everybody to him.
“Please forgive me, I am terrible with names, so you might have to tell me a few more times.” He joked.
He looked at Jim after being introduced to Brianna.
“Is she one like Cat?” He softly asked.
Jim laughed. The director of the documentary shoot they had done, Catherine Weber, had turned out to be a budding dominatrix.
“Yes, Brianna is a dominatrix.”
“You can tell, they have a certain way of radiating their power over other people.”
Brianna grinned and nodded. She was aware how she influenced other people.
“It would have been interesting to meet this Cat.” She said.
“Unfortunately, she could not make it, she is in Africa for another documentary.” Johnathan said.
“I thought Daphne was coming too?” Diana said.
“She did, but she saw two naked, bound and gagged young ladies being brought from a camper to the barn by a man and went to investigate. I would not be surprised if she is already bound and gagged herself.”
“That must have been Tammy and Sammy. Mike was going to bring them to the barn.” Brianna said. “I suspect that Daphne is submissive?”
Jim nodded.
“She did spend 24 hours in bondage when we were here past winter.” Jonathan added.
“I have a room for you in the guesthouse. Same one you stayed in last time.” Diana said to Jonathan. “You can store your equipment in the studio as we need all the rooms this time around. You know the way.”
“Sounds good. I’ll better unpack the car.” He said.
“And we will check on Daphne, Sammy and Tammy.” Jim said, looking at Brianna, who nodded in agreement.
Just as they headed for the rear door, Mike entered.
“The ladies are all in the barn. They are not going anywhere.” He said with a big smile on his face.
“We’re just going to check up on them. Thank you.” Jim replied.
He held the door open for Brianna.
“Can I come?” Wendy asked.
“Why are you asking?” Jim laughed. “You practically live here more than us.”
Wendy took care of the property when Jim and Diana were away. He noticed how Wendy looked at Brianna and laughed some more.
“She won’t bite.” He said to Wendy.
“At least not much.” Brianna added, smiling at Wendy.
It seemed to relax the game warden. It was funny to see, Jim thought, how everybody reacted to Brianna. The woman was not even dressed like a dominatrix, being in jeans and a blouse, and most other women in the house reacted differently from when she was not in the room.
“Who are Sammy and Tammy?” Wendy asked while they walked to the barn.
Nor Brianna or Jim answered immediately. Jim opened the barn door and ushered Brianna and Wendy into the building. Both cell doors were closed and locked. Looking in the first cell, he recognized Daphne. In the other cell he recognized Sammy and Tammy.
“Meet Tammy and Sammy.” Brianna said to Wendy. “They live with me.”
“As slaves?” Wendy asked, looking at the two young women. It was easy to see they were sisters.
“No, as servants, not as slaves, but that does not mean they don’t get restrained at times. They are free to leave me any time they want. I pay them wages, I feed them, I clothes them, at least sometimes, and I school them.”
Both girls were naked and cuffed at hands and feet. When they heard their mistress talk, they assumed their submissive positions, sitting on their knees, looking down.
“They are well trained.” Jim grinned.
“They know they get punished if they would behave differently.” Brianna said.
“Looks like Daphne didn’t take long to get tied up.” Wendy said, looking into the other cell.
Daphne, the CBS sound technician, was on the floor in the cell. Ropes circled her arms at wrists and elbows, her legs tied at ankles and knees and Mike had tied her into a reasonably tight hogtie. Dressed in bright red shorts and a black blouse, she looked good. Having her arms tied behind her back, with her elbows together, pushed her breasts out and the thin fabric had difficulty to contain them. She was not gagged but did not speak.
“Hmmm, this one shows potential.” Brianna said, looking down at the helpless woman. “She knows not to talk when she is not spoken to. How old is she?”
“23 or 24.” Jim said.
“You can speak.” Brianna told Daphne.
“24, mistress, my birthday was a week ago.”
As had Tammy and Sammy, Daphne kept her eyes down.
“We’ll have to give you a birthday present.” Jim said.
“I have something in mind.” Brianna said. “We’ll come back for her later. I have the keys for the cuffs for Tammy and Sammy. They can get dressed and help with the cooking. It looks like everybody is busy, so that is something they can do.”
“And they are good cooks, I remember.” Jim said.
Brianna gave the keys to Wendy.
“You can take care of them. Their clothes are in the RV. Jim and I have other things to discuss. Let me know if they did not behave.”
“Yes, madam.” Wendy said, which got her a look from Brianna.
“You can call me Brianna, as long as we’re not playing.” She grinned. “And we will definitely play at some point in time. You are cute.”
With those words she turned away and walked out of the barn, Jim on her heels.
“Let’s get you unlocked, shall we?” Wendy said, opening the cell door for the cell that had Tammy and Sammy in it.