Charles rented a far too big house near campus and spent as much time as he could in Boston until school ended in May. In the fall I started my junior year at Georgetown and bid farewell to my jock days.
It was also time for confessions and Charles decided he had hid his life from Mary long enough. When I moved to Washington he didn't want to have to lie to Mary as to why I was living in their house. We had both agreed that for business reasons we would 'stay in the closest' so to speak but he wanted a life with me and never wanted us to be apart again. He also wanted Mary to have the option of opting out of the marriage if she wanted to but Mary was that one special rare woman and she surprised us both when she welcomed me with open arms and for a few wonderful years we all lived happily together.
With Charles' aid I was lucky enough to join the ranks of the employed with a full internship at Cecil & Company, which miraculously covered my yearly tuition. It really was a no brainer. Charles knew I was a business major, what better way to learn about business then working for his company. Seeing him in action, being involved in the day-to-day business Charles' words he said to that weekend in Cape Cod echoed in my head, he said that he saw a lot of him in me and even though I didn't understand it then I came to find out just how right he was.
Over the summer I quietly watched Charles conduct business. I took copious notes, both mentally and written. When he finally assigned me to one the smaller accounts I took to the business at C&C just like he had, growing the smaller company into a major force within its own industry. I realized that just like he had I was intent on bringing my veracity to the business with new ideas that would grow the company even larger and better.
Over breakfast before my first day back to school Charles pushed a small box towards me. "I bought this for you the morning after we met in New York but things didn't work out that night or the weekend in Cape Cod for me to give it to you.
"Cecil had these rules that he lived by...I always called them Cecil's ISM's, I've introduced you to two of the three ISM's, clothing and appearance... his third ISM dealt with time. He felt that a man who wore a cheap watch didn't value time and it would slip through his fingers. But a man that wore a high-quality watch, that would last forever, cherished time and would make every moment count. More than anything I've ever wanted in my life Michael I want time to count for both of us ..."
I opened the box and there nestled in white satin was a solid gold Cartier watch mirroring the one that Charles wore. Humbled by his gift, outrageous as it was, I thanked him and put the watch on.
After that it became our tradition on every Thanksgiving to gift each other with high quality, expensive watches.
************
Charles was in New York on business the day I had to rush Mary to the emergency room. Two and a half years had passed, my undergraduate days were over and I had started working on my Masters degree.
Since the first day we had met Mary had always been frail but when she started having problems breathing I rushed her to the hospital. Charles flew back to Washington within three hours and together we started looking for specialists around the country to help her. It took three months, trips in and out of the hospital, for us to finally get the devastating news – Mary was suffering from ALS and the disease was consuming her at an alarming rate.
It was of no consolation to all of us that loved her that she went quickly but I saw it in Charles' eyes that he was grateful that she didn't have to suffer any more than she already had. We buried our beloved Mary, whom I had come to love probably as much as Charles did, next to her parents in New York and knew that we would be eternally lonely without her.
"For so many years she was my best friend...my only friend..." he said while we sat graveside after the funeral. "She's at peace now and with the people she loved most in the world."
After Mary died Charles withdrew from the social scene all together. There were only three things he concerned himself with in his life, me, business and sex – and not always necessarily in that order. I was always able to provide him with the vanilla sex he craved and our sex life never suffered, but there was always that part of him that needed the satisfaction he got from dominating a submissive.
Because business dictated Charles spent a great deal of time in New York and lived in his private quarters on the top floor of the brownstone. I too spent time there and although I didn't partake in the brownstone 'activities' I did socialize with some of the Masters and wondered around quietly educating myself.
During my breaks, especially the summer when I wasn't in school we stayed in New York full time. He truly was happier in New York and I could see subtle changes in him when we were there. He was more relaxed and seemed to be smiling and laughing more. We stayed in most of the time but ventured out to dinner and shows occasionally. Somewhere along the way we started this silly game to see where we could find the most publicly private place to either fuck or suck. He chose the men's room at the theater when we were attending opening night at the opera. I came back with a blow job in our private box at a spring training baseball game. New York City held limitless possibilities and we had chosen to try and discover them all.
As I became more knowledgeable about the lifestyle I found that every Master had some particular thing they leaned towards. Some Masters, like Cecil, liked to inflict pain and others enjoyed the art of humiliation. Charles' predilection leaned more towards medical dominance. He loved to don his lab coat and strap a submissive to his examining table and perform his own special form medical treatment on them.
I never took a submissive role with Charles, other than loving being on my knees sucking his cock, but I was always curious what he did behind the closed doors of his personal space. He had built his playroom on the same floor as our private residence at the brownstone. He and Peyton were the only people to hold keys to the room and for some unknown reason it was the only thing we never shared.
My eyes always drifted over to the door whenever I got off the elevator and often wondered if deep down inside I was jealous of what went on in there. I appreciated the effect the room had on him whenever he emerged after a session - he was always calmer and breathtakingly romantic after spending a few hours in there.
As much as I loved our public sex-games I couldn't help but dwell on the one place I really wanted to try.
It was Sunday. I had been in New York for spring break but it was over and I was returning to Washington the next morning. Charles was downstairs dealing with a minor issue with a submissive. He didn't normally involve himself in the day-to-day 'issues' – he had people to do that – but for some reason he felt his attention was needed.
I was wondering idly around the apartment, trying to come up with something special we could do with the few hours we had left, waiting patiently for him to return. For some unknown reason I found myself standing outside of his private room wondering just what was on the other side of the door. I don't know what made me reach out and try the door knob, I had never considered it before, but I did and surprising it twisted slowly in my hand and a moment later the door cracked open. I knew that Charles hadn't been in the room for the past ten days and I imagined he was missing it.
I looked over my shoulder, like a kid trying not to get caught, and slipped into the room. It was pitch black in the room and I had to feel around on the wall for the light switch. A second later harsh florescent lighting filled the room. The windowless 18X18 room had hospital green walls with a floor of painted dark grey concrete. In the center of the room was a sleek, state of the art, examining table and a small rolling stool – much like the one Renaldo used at his shop. Two drains, one on either side of the table drew my fleeting attention. Along the wall where the door was there was a waist high cabinet with a stainless steel sink and large goose neck faucet. Foot pedals below the sink turned the water off and on. Above the sink were two wooden cabinets. Curious, I peeked into each cabinet to find bottles of antiseptics, soaps and lubricant, of various brands and flavors, boxes of latex gloves, wipes, rolls of flexible bandages and packages of sterile drapes with holes in the middle.
On the next wall was a medical scale, blood pressure equipment and a wall mounted ophthalmoscope with various size tips. Medical posters showing men's penises and prostates adorning the wall. The far wall, across from the door, had four large glass shelved cabinets. Each cabinet appeared to have its own designation. Next to the first cabinet was a rolling IV stand. In the cabinet was what appeared to be two dozen or so different shaped and size enema nozzles. There was also several enema bags all in various sizes and shapes, four stainless steel oversize syringes, sealed packages of rubber bulb enema douches, and length after of length of medical grade tubing. Charles had told me about enemas, but we hadn't shared the experience together. The most we did was the hose in the shower for quick clean ups – well clean outs.
I moved onto the next cabinet which was filled with various styles and sizes of dildos. I didn't take the time to count them but I estimated there had to be over a hundred different ones. I couldn't even begin to imagine what Charles did with those.
The next cabinet had all different types of BDSM gear - gags, nipple clamps, cock cages,and more things I couldn't even identify. The speculums peaked my interest and I couldn't help but reach into the cabinet and take one out. It was made of stainless steel and heavy in my hand. A fleeting image of me lying on the table with this cold instrument gaping my ass open made my cock twitch and grow.
The last cabinet seemed to be a catchall and held instruments and more items I couldn't identify. There were several metal boxes with various dials that plugged into a wall and next to the boxes were electrical leads and rubber rings. On another shelf was an open box that held what look like a dozen different size metal rods. Next to it was another box with similarly shaped rods of different sizes and lengths.
