Dinner was wonderful. A number of places in LA have great prime rib that is super tender, moist, and flavorful, the difference is in the seasoning. Samy gets the seasonings to permeate the meat in a unique and wonderful way. Sam could not believe how good it was.
After dinner she wondered about dancing so we went to a cocktail bar with a dance floor. "Cuba 1957" tried to capture some of the atmosphere while using modern technology. The place had a regular crowd, not too many outsiders, so it was friendly and safe. A few members of 49 were there, as both guests and employees. Per standing orders they did not acknowledge me, but I got in right away and was shown to the best seat in the house.
They had a comedian on stage entertaining between sets when we walked in and a small dance band - male and female singers plus a DJ/keyboard/iPod thing punched up with bass recordings and a drum machine. They did a very good imitation of the past era dance club mixed with some modern comedy. Slow dancing music was over 50% of the time, and we took advantage of it. Sam was in paradise, or whatever Hindu's call it. She never expected that I would spend a night dancing with her, telling her with my time and attention how wonderful she was at the job I gave her. (She deserved it.) Plus it was the perfect warm-up for sex; Sam could turn on in an instant, but by warming her slowly it would be that much better for both of us. (I deserved that.)
-
The natural thing was for us to go back to her place, but from the start I was inspired for a different idea, that was why I mentioned "devices." Just to make sure I broached the idea of some machines, I specifically mentioned the tension table. She had heard of this device and she was more than willing to get stretched inside and out. So when we left the club I bagged her, pulled the battery from her phone and drove her to my secure classified location - the Fort. She was delighted and had no problem with the restrictions. I was going to have her naked, so she did not care what the bag did to her hair.
During the drive I asked her about one other surprise I had in mind, something I did not define. She was thrilled and put herself in my hands, I was sure that she would be delighted, but it was not something she would expect, it might even shock her until she got it figured out. I did assure her there was no physical pain involved... unless she asked very nicely.
When we got to my safe house I led her downstairs before I took her bag off in the play room. She was very excited to see all the toys; she went around the room, putting her hands on each shiny bit of sex tech that caught her eye; she was like a kid in a toy store. After going around the room she did not know where she wanted to be screwed first, so I spent a few minutes talking about each piece. The cross and the horse drew her, but she kept going back to the tension table. Finally she asked, "Please?" She could not wait.
I took her up to the bedroom to get undressed and showered. She put on the tension table binding gloves after her shower. While she was busy I had a quick call to make.
Qwit lived next door, it was his job to watch over the safe house. He also had feelings for Sam, strong affection as well as pure sexual feelings from when he knew her ten years ago. She shared those feelings but kept them hidden, since she really never expected to see the South American indian again. I outlined to him what I was thinking. He was very thankful for the chance to be a part of it. We made plans.
-
Ten years ago Marta had been living in LA with three indians helping her: Qwit, Cassie and Bill. Cassie and Bill were a married couple, they were both roughly 6 foot 6. However, marriage between the indians is a little different so we all had our own individual rooms and we all moved around from bed to bed at night.
The ancient Incas granted teenagers an age of "folly" when they were allowed to explore physical desires and pleasure with others, an age after the play of children but before they were allowed to consider marriage. The indians of my tribe also used this tradition with a significant difference: women controlled who they had sex with, whether they or the partner was married or not. Also, our age of "folly" was older than the Inca's.
My indians do not have fidelity as part of their marriage, both married and single women can couple with whomever they chose so long as there is no danger of conception. (They figured out female cycles over a thousand year ago.) Nor is "love" a factor in marriage, married women and men often have others they love and spend time with, a married person was more likely to live with their lover (changing lovers was common) instead of their spouse, except for the wife's fertile days when breeding was a duty. Marriage is strictly for breeding, when a woman is fertile she takes her husband to her bed and they breed repeatedly for the improvement of the tribe. (I think of the Victorian Brits, when they submitted to their husbands the wives were told "lie back and think of England.") Married couples are selected by the elders, it is mandatory and mostly for genetics. This is the only marriage the tribe recognizes, a women was expected to produce babies with their husband, and only with their husband. Unless their elder ordered an exception.
These practices developed long in the past, when the gene pool was not so robust and life was not so long. Also, many languages recognize several types of "love" where today we just have one term that applies to loving onion rings, loving our infant children, and loving a person we screw with affection. Among the indians of my tribe, burning sexual desire as love was different from the basic human need to trust one's cooking. The need to breed future generations was not even considered part of love but more as "service to the tribe."
The isolated tribe's survival depended on seeking genes from outside the tribe and making the most of them. So they sent parties out to seek children, often orphans, to add to the tribe's gene pool. Each party was led by an elder who had the authority of the tribe's elders. My grandmother was found as such an orphan, she was 5 or 6, a survivor from a Brazilian logging camp that was eliminated by locals in a territory dispute. A party from the tribe saw the battle, found her and a few others, healed them, and brought them hundreds of miles back to their home, to become tribe members.
While we were in LA at the time Sam showed up, we considered ourselves a tribal party seeking knowledge instead of children. Marta was the leader/elder of our tribal party, with full authority. When Cassie saw an opportunity and made a suggestion, Marta ordered Cassie to get pregnant by an NBA center, a tall, muscular white man who Marta and Cassie believed would improve the tribe. Bill was fine with it. Cassie had run into the guy a few times and got a "vibe" that he wanted her. So she let him enjoy her tall body on a regular basis, sometimes even in our house. After Cassie became pregnant by the player she and Bill returned to the tribe in South America as husband and wife. The NBA player was not informed, he had other kids to deal with, but his genes were welcomed by the tribe. It was better than stealing children.
Cassie gave birth to a tall light-skinned son, as well as three children Bill fathered.
Qwit, Bill, Cassie, Marta and myself all enjoyed many hours of sex with Sam each day, in every combination, during the two months while she was with us. When she left she joked that she did not wear her street clothes enough to have to launder it even once. Cassie made her a couple of soft loincloths the first week so she did not drip on the furniture after sex, and that was all she really needed in the house or in the fenced yard.
In contrast, when Sam was living with her sponsor in San Luis she had been one of 7 to 12 girls vying for the attention of a busy man, the guy fancied himself as a tech version of Hugh Hefner with a daring dash of "hip gangsta" thrown in. He had women two or three times a day, but was still spread to thin. Even at the best of times Sam got little attention from the guy, and girl-girl was not allowed between breakfast and midnight except when the Boss wanted to watch. But when she was with us Sam could, and did, demand attention from everybody. That included plenty of play with Marta and Cassie, who taught her the sexual exercises used by the tribe, and we three men appreciated it very much.
Qwit was the brother of Marta's late husband and they were fond of each other, when under the same roof they slept together 4 nights a week. When Qwit returned to the mountain after that stint in LA ended he applied to the elders for a wife, but he was judged "too short" (under six-foot) plus no match of an appropriate age could be found. So he was told his genetic contribution was not required by the tribe. He was reminded that the elders were charged with both adding, and subtracting from the gene pool. So he asked to return to service "off the mountain" in LA, where his experience and language skills would be a great help to me. He was assigned to Marta's service day and night until I was old enough to take over as leader/elder in LA, then he was assigned to me full time. That is where it stands today.
As the tribe's local leader I could give permission for him to take a non-tribe member as a companion, just as Cassie did. We had talked about that, in addition to shorter dalliances he had enjoyed two long-term companions during his time in LA. But they did not last, American women are not a good match for a man with Qwit's responsibilities and secrets. In any event, after more than a decade in LA it was unlikely that he could return to the mountain, as he could no longer cope with the altitude. However, we both knew he could serve on the Patron's farm, which would come to me someday. Or he might stay in LA.
Given the way Sam lived at the crash-pad, where somebody took her in her sleep each day, I thought that maybe she would enjoy having her old friend Qwit "take and use" her body like a crash-pad nerd once or twice during the night. I explained to Qwit how the nerds enjoyed her body, and he was sure that he could do a much better job for her pleasure. My suggestion was that Qwit should surprise her body about an hour after I left, then he could spend the night in bed with her for mutual enjoyment at least one more time, or as much as he was up for it. When I returned from work we would double-team Sam to start Saturday with a bang, just like in the old days. Qwit thought it was a great plan and I was a great boss and a wonderful nephew.
