I don't know what changed; it was as though one Sunday morning I awoke and I was a different person. I looked at myself in the mirror and was appalled to see my emaciated, decorated body. What had I done to myself? I actually berated Troy for not protecting me from myself, but, as he rightly pointed out, he had tried and he had kept me alive, and it was a journey I needed to go through to arrive at the end; you cannot reach the goal without doing the journey. So, he saw his role as preventing me from doing myself permanent harm, which he did when I had insisted that I needed a full and complete hysterectomy including removal of my vagina and permanent sewing and joining of my labia, operations which he had adamantly refused to do or allow to be done.
With Troy's help, I removed most of the piercings, keeping my nipple piercings holding beautiful diamond encrusted rings that encircled my nipples and were held in place by vertical pins through my nipple piercings, and my clit and clit-hood piercings, these having been gained through too much pain for me to easily forego them. I decided to retain them to remind me of this time so that I knew I would never need to go here again. We then made sweet, slow, careful and very passionate love. I really enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding inside my sex-starved vagina again as he brought me to many intense orgasms during our day-long lovemaking session. What had I been thinking to voluntarily give this up for a year? I sobbed from joy and regret for the past year as Troy brought me to orgasm after massive orgasm. To a large extent, I think our lovemaking that day was cathartic and assisted greatly in my rapid recovery.
I applied myself to my studies with a vengeance, catching up on the work I had missed due to my desultory efforts, graduating at the same time as Troy near the top of my class at the end of my fourth year. Troy's future path was clear as he simply followed the medical option, deciding to specialize in surgery, dealing in particular with issues relating to human sexuality. We had already discussed the possibility of setting up a clinic for those with sexual problems, having experienced first-hand the lack of any knowledgeable, comprehensive assistance in that area. Troy was also concerned at the number of cases of self-harm he heard about on his course, cases which never needed to happen if some advice and competent assistance had been available earlier. Therefore, I commenced a Masters course specializing in sexual psychology, while he studied the more physical aspects of the same topic. We had no idea how, where or when we would use these skills but we trusted that opportunities would present themselves when they would be invaluable. Meanwhile, spending all day hands-on with sexual dysfunctions, either physically or mentally and emotionally, meant we both returned home quite horny each evening, leading to many sessions resulting in joint sexual fulfilment. In addition, we joined a local group for those interested in polyamory and partner swapping, so we found sexual pleasures with others and brought additional people and couples into our bedroom. I guess it would not be an overstatement to say that for a few years we lived and breathed sex; we wouldn't have had it any other way.
Tragedy struck us again when Troy's parents were killed in a huge traffic pile up on the interstate which involved two massive trucks and several cars. The double closed-casket funeral was very moving and very sad, attended by a large number of people. Both Troy's parents had been very active in the community and, having made a fortune in industry, had supported many charities. After the funeral, we took several weeks away from our studies to tidy things up and attend a meeting with the attorney for the reading of the Wills. We were stunned. Troy was an only child and so was sole heir to what turned out to be, from our perspective, a vast fortune. As students, anything over a thousand dollars was a fortune, so an inheritance of over twenty million dollars in cash, assets and shares was incomprehensible to us. In addition to that was their house and a beautiful car. We were set for life, we thought, and did, for a moment, contemplate stopping our studies, investing the money and living off the income. But where is the fun in that, we asked; where was the challenge? So, we kept the investments, put the house on the market, paid off our student loans, and returned to study.
I graduated with a Master's degree in psychology, with sexuality being my major focus, and had written my thesis, not surprisingly, on the psychological effects of sterility in women. I then began study towards a Ph.D. in sexual deviancy, investigating the apparent need some people had for genital modification and, to their minds, enhancement, a subject with which I was all too familiar. Troy continued his learning and work as a surgeon in a clinic specializing in reconstructive surgery following traumatic injuries from accidents, self-harm, physical traumas and medical misadventures. He also carried out several sex-change operations, a type of surgery for which there appeared to be a growing demand.
Our trials during this ten-year period were not over yet. Shortly after my Master's graduation, my mother died of breast cancer, despite the best that doctors could do to treat her, and my father, who had increasingly severe dementia for several years and who had relied totally on my mother for support, was hospitalized in a private clinic, whose exorbitant charges we were fortunately able to afford. My father wasted away slowly but inevitably; we found the saddest part of dementia was that you simply do not know who your loved ones are any more. Each visit we spent the first ten minutes explaining who we were, receiving only looks of incomprehension in reply. I would hate that way of dying, so quite possibly, from his perspective, death was a blessing. As the sole heir, I inherited everything from my parents, so we sold the house, gave away most of his and Mom's possessions to charity shops and once again we were in the favorable position of inheriting considerable wealth.
My mother had one sister, an aunt whose husband had died many years ago and who had no children. Mom had told me that my aunt and her husband had tried to have children for many years without success and, after my unsuccessful attempts, my mother had believed it was something genetic and expressed her gratitude for having been able to have me. It is obviously a self-limiting gene, as are all forms of sterility. Therefore, when my aunt died two years later, also of breast cancer, a warning for me in case that gene also runs in my family, we found we had inherited a very large, vacant warehouse on an acre of land about ten miles out of town. Currently it was empty, just deteriorating away slowly, waiting for destruction or maybe for someone to love and renovate it and give it a new lease of life.
Troy and I discussed this, realizing that we had the capital to do almost whatever we liked with it, and wondering what we could do with such a structure. We had visualized a joint clinic together, working on the physical and psychological needs of clients in sexual areas, but this was far too large for just a clinic. After much discussion we came to the realization that the rural town that the bulk store had serviced had now become a city and the needs of the community had changed markedly to require more sophisticated and urban recreational pastimes. Gone were the days of cattle shows; the young adults in the community demanded more risqué entertainment than bull riding.
We decided that we could transform the building into a night club and adult entertainment center. However, the building was far too large for just that, so after legal and local authority consultation to find out what was permitted, we put together a whole package of night club, with bar, strippers, etc, adjoining a high class brothel, accommodation for long distance truckers and other travellers as well as for any live-in staff, a clinic where Troy and I could work during the day, a café at the front of the building beside the road, and a large car and truck park on the vacant land to cater for the clients and truckers, ensuring easy entrance and exit, with a luxury apartment at the rear for our personal use.
Part way through the modifications we realized that we would be establishing a small community and, as we were relatively far from other resources, we included a recreation area in our design comprising a private enclosure with two pools, an indoor one that was heated, and an unheated outdoor pool with space for sunbathing, a small bar, casual tables and chairs as well as gym equipment for fitness, and a recreation room with soft music, massage tables, and other facilities required for the release of acquired tension after several hours of working with clients. It was during this phase, when I was still working on my Ph.D. research into sexuality, which involved interviewing prostitutes, that the idea came to incorporate a brothel into the plan. Several of my interviewees were very enthusiastic about this so, after confirming that prostitution was legal in this area, we modified the plans yet again to include suitable facilities.
The plans were drawn, contracts let, we cashed up a lot of our investments and the project took shape. Over two years the building was gutted, reconstructed, upgraded and completely refurbished to create a modern, inviting and functional complex. We moved in a year ago and supervised the finishing touches while also setting up the clinic and recruiting suitable staff for the various areas of operation. The sex workers who I had interviewed to staff the brothel each had a small unit in which to live and entertain and, instead of taking a proportion from their income, we charged a low fixed rate for weekly rent, allowing them to operate when, how and for as long as they wished, with bookings being taken through the front desk receptionist. Many of the strippers from the night club were also sex workers at other times and lived on site; the others, mainly students who needed the cash, lived in town.
