The week following our trip to the cabin I didn't invoke "Slut" to appear. I was testing something that was running through my mind.
Saturday morning, we went to a flea market and just looked around. Even though Roni will only turn 20 in a few weeks, she really loved antiques. I caught her looking at a few men and women as we wandered around; this happens a lot more often lately. ;o) The women were all right around her age; most of the men were all 30 or older. I guess she likes mostly older things.
The thought I had been pondering was from when she had commented, after her retest, that "she" couldn't, but "Slut" could. I started to notice that she really did seem to change when "Master" called for "Slut" to appear. Two different pieces, one complicated woman, distinctly separate, but with the other always just below the surface.
It was an interesting dichotomy. She had managed for herself to almost completely silo her incongruent feelings. One part, Roni, was the shy, sweet girl. "Slut" on the other hand was something Roni wished she could be, but that just didn't fit in to her lifelong view of herself and Catholic upbringing. It appeared to work for her though, so it worked for me.
As I suspected would happen, Roni found something she just had to buy while we were winding through the market, an old umbrella holder for the apartment entryway. She thought it had a nice variety of paisleys on it. I told her that to me, they looked like flowering penises. It forever became known as Roni's cock can.
It was actually a pretty good find since she had been after me to build a coatrack of some sort for the entryway. Her new find did alter the design a bit, but all worked out in the end.
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Facing it, the U-shaped entry was 9-feet wide and 5-feet deep on each side. A little dark and dull as there was no direct light entering it. The door was on the left side, 2-feet from the back wall where the rack would go.
I came up with a nice design, using old reclaimed Oak. The base had a sloped space for shoes, with a run of bar-rail running lengthwise; to hook the shoe heals over. I added a deeper section in the center, round on one end. The oval shaped umbrella can fit perfectly there.
The German "Meister" craftsman who ran our craft woodworking shop, found me an old Oak coffee table that was no more than a cross section slab from a tree trunk crafted into a 6-inch thick table. For something unique, we rotated, measured and rotated again until we came up with an idea. We ended up slicing it into matching 3-inch thick slices. From there we cut the two new slabs into pieces and shapes we wanted then glued the pieces back together. We ended up with a unique double wave shape about 7-inches deep on each end and in the middle with two 12-inch deep waves on either side of center. The center of the two waves was nearly an exact inverse to the curve on bottom shelf, the two completing a 3 dimensional "Oval" that, in 3-dimensional space, "surrounded" the umbrella holder if one looked straight down from above.
The back was made from 2 sheets of Oak plywood that would join behind the center shelf. Above the shelf, there were four wide, vertical rough-cut oak stiles, one on each edge, the other two towards the center. Between each side pair I would inset antique marbled mirrors to reflect what light did get to the entry back in to the room. Between the center two stiles were two 4-inch shelves for Roni to set Girly knick-knacks on. On the edge stiles I also added 1-inch brass bar-rail to match the base. The entire unit was topped off with a carved, antique mantel found at another flea market.
When finished It was heavy and took a friend and I, with his large pickup truck to get it home and into place. The whole thing ended up being very unique, antique looking so it of course ended up Roni approved.
Roni had no idea how MUCH she would come to approve! ;o)
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A few days later, I visited the website Mason had given me. My first thought was, WOW! Are all these people real? Then it occurred to me that Roni and I couldn't be all that unusual.
I purposely left the site up on my computer one day when I went out for a ride and shortly; the screen saver would be running. Roni couldn't resist a running screen saver, nosey little thing, lol.
When I returned about 2.5 hours later, I found a note on the new entry shelf that Roni was out shopping with Kirsten. (eye-roll)
After grabbing a cold drink, I went to the office to check the computer. I moved the mouse to clear the screen saver and... Hmm, nice cock, she should have set it back to the Home page, where I had left it. That must have been the page where she had landed when Kirsten called and forgotten to come back to change it.
I checked the browser history. She must have checked out 10 bi-girls and 45-50 guys within a 100-mile radius. The profile she looked at, just before the one still showing on the screen was, without a doubt, Damian, our neighbor. He had his face blurred, but the car behind him was a dead giveaway.
Chuckling to myself, I somehow knew quick that a check in the clothes hamper would most likely reveal a pair of wet panties, which equaled orgasm. When I went up to shower that would be confirmed, I was right. She was so predictable. Oh, how I love this woman.
Damian would definitely be on the list, Roni wants his BBC, as was one of Mason's suggestions, Tony, since I knew him.
I found the third quite by chance while watching her flip through the web history. Another guy Roni had checked out turned out to be Jim, Damian's work out partner from the gym. The gym bag in one of his pictures was his dead giveaway. In a matching couple of pictures on each of their profiles, they were tag teaming a girl who was obviously a bartender from one of the local pubs, getting taken over one of the barstools. She was enjoying a matching pair of yin-yang, 8-inch cocks.
I sent Damian and gym-Jim a message, outlining my request. I also did some work on several pictures from the Mason weekend, blurring faces and added them to the profile I had set up for Roni and me.
Picture one was an upward angled shot of Roni, riding Masons big cock, with her head thrown back. Another was of her on her knees, taking me in her mouth, while Mason did her doggie-style. Then one of her ass and one of Mason between her legs, her heals on his shoulders, from behind his him, showing her with arched back, tits pointing to the sky, with the lake in the background.
The final set was a series of 5, which Mason had requested.
The first showed Roni starting to suck his cock straight on, her tongue just getting ready to lick pre-cum from it and showing the entire length.
In pic #2, she had the tip halfway in to her mouth.
Pic #3 showed his cock 2-thirds in.
Pic #4 is Mason's favorite. In it, she has her lips right up against his body, with his full 10-inches completely buried in her mouth.
Finally came the coup de grâce. - Roni's face, full of Mason's cum (with just enough blurred to make it anonymous, but still enough to see a ton of juice dripping down her face - I hit upload.
Within 45 minutes, they had both replied and I replied to them, setting up a meet for the next week, when I knew Roni would be late at work. - Then I deleted the messages. - I wouldn't want "someone" nosey finding the evidence.
Now, to enlist #3, Mason's friend Tony.
Tony is a no BS, New York straight shooter, give it to him straight up, or don't waste his time. That's his credo. I didn't waste his time.
