CHAPTER 25

My heart was beating hard when I walked into Mama Mia's. I was fearing the worst, such as Sonia calling the police on me and having Sue Ellen fired to boot. I knew that wasn't going to happen, but I couldn't stop feeling that way. I'm an easy-going guy, and I'm not used to have someone burning with hatred towards me - even if I knew she couldn't really hate me that much, given what happened yesterday.

As it was, my arrival wasn't as bad as that. But it wasn't good either. I'd done some errands first, to make sure that Sue Ellen was working there already, so I'd at least be assured of a friendly face. But that turned out to be the worst part, because Sue Ellen took one look at me and practically burst into tears. Instead of greeting me, she turned away and went back to serving a customer.

I couldn't blame her for that, especially since I'd arrived at what looked to be the peak of the lunch rush. Plus, I knew she was just hurting about the fact that the total sex ban was in full swing. But it bothered me just the same.

I didn't want to sit in her section, since that would only cause more grief for us both. Instead, I picked the most distant booth from her section that I could find, to make it easier for her to ignore me if she wanted to.

I did that before I even knew who the other waitresses were and who had which section. I assumed that whoever I got would at least be okay, since I was getting along pretty well with most of the other waitresses lately.

Unfortunately, I wound up in Paula's section. Paula, the supervisor, the "right hand woman" of Sonia's who seemed to hate me even more than Sonia did at her worst, despite the fact that we had yet to say a single word to each other.

Our lack of communication changed shortly after I arrived. I was waiting for my laptop to start up when she came by and gave me a look of undisguised hatred. She hissed, "You! You have a lot of gall coming here again!"

I totally ignored that, and said, "Hi, my name is Dan. You must be Paula. Nice to meet you." I stood up and held my hand out for a handshake.

She looked at my hand like it was a cobra. "Don't try to be friendly with me! I'm going to go tell Sonia that you're here. Hopefully, she'll tell me that I can kick you out on your ass!" She walked off in a huff towards the back rooms.

Well that was unpleasant, not to mention uncalled for, I thought to myself, sitting back down.

It was one thing to be hated by Sonia. In retrospect, I realized that there had been both a sexual chemistry and a sexual tension between the two of us from the very start. Maybe that was why I'd always felt strangely cavalier about all her insults - I could feel the lust she was feeling for me on some level. It's an intriguing kick when you're hate-lusted by someone as sexy and beautiful as Sonia. But with Paula, it was just hate, and she wasn't even a looker.

I decided to sit elsewhere (assuming I didn't get kicked out!) and looked around to see who the other waitresses were. I saw Dolly, whom I'd never spoken a word to either. She was a real babe, but she was also scared shitless by me for some inexplicable reason. I figured it was better that she should initiate contact with me, if she ever wanted to do that.

That left just one waitress. It turned out to be Josie, who I liked to think of as a fun and friendly punk rocker type. That was good news. I was hoping to see either her, Lori, or Laura, since those three

actually liked me. I immediately moved to Josie's section.

Josie came by my booth right away. She was smiling and seemed happy to see me. "Hey, Mr. C! That's my new nickname for you, by the way. I can't stay and chat since we're in the middle of a rush, but maybe later. Can I get you something to drink?"

I replied, "Hey, good to see you too. Can I get a vanilla milkshake?" "Sure thing."

"Oh, and by the way, I should warn you. Sonia might go to war with me today. It's hard to tell. And Paula has it in for me too. She just ran off to talk to Sonia, to see if she has permission to kick me out. So you might want to wait on the milkshake. I might not be here long enough to drink it."

Josie smiled. "Nah. I'm not worried. Sonia hates you, but she kind of likes you too."

I thought, Now you tell me! I wish I would have known that before yesterday. I wouldn't have been so stressed out!

But I kept that thought to myself since I wasn't about to even drop the slightest hint about what happened between Sonia and me yesterday. Instead, I asked, "What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "I don't really have time to explain. I don't know if I could if I did. It's just a feeling I have, based on how she talks about you. Like, you're the Devil incarnate. But if you were really that bad, why doesn't she just ban you from her restaurant? So that must not be the whole story. Anyway, I've gotta go. Later!"

Once Josie was gone, I thought, So it sounds like she doesn't have any actual evidence of Sonia liking me. Bummer. She doesn't know about the bet I made with Sonia, so of course the fact I don't get kicked out seems strange. I wonder if Sonia thinks that bet is still in effect. Or does it even matter at this point? She's not going to kick me out, right?

I soon got an answer to that question. A couple of minutes later, Sonia herself came out to talk to me, after Paula no doubt tried to talk her into getting rid of me.

As Sonia walked closer, I was disappointed to see that she was wearing her usual clothes: nearly all black, and not particularly sexy or revealing. In fact, it was her worst outfit I'd seen her wear yet. I was hoping she would dress up a little bit due to the high likelihood that I'd be back. Probably she was trying to make a statement to me that I didn't affect her in any way.

However, I was strangely glad to see her glaring at me with serious hostility. I figured she couldn't really hate me as much as she let on if we'd secretly fucked. Besides, her angry face was pretty close to her lusty face.

She walked right up to my booth and stood above me with her hands on her hips. She growled nastily but quietly, "Look what crawled up from the sewer! Daniel fucking Cooper! The bane of my existence!"

That was such an opening that I couldn't resist walking right into it. I spoke quietly. "Sit down, please. I have something to tell you, and I don't want there to be a big scene about it in front of your other customers."

She looked around and saw how busy the restaurant was. Most of the booths near mine were occupied. She sat down, but on the opposite side of me, about as far from me as she could get.

I said, in a near whisper, "It's funny you used those exact words, because you repeat yourself. I remember very clearly yesterday when you said, and I quote, 'Daniel fucking Cooper! The bane of my existence!' But you didn't stop there. You added, 'I hate your guts so much that I can't even say. But I

will NOT be cowed by you or your incredible cock! I'll show YOU!' And then you slowly impaled yourself all the way down onto my dick! Remember?"

Sonia immediately blushed and looked away. She was so gobsmacked that she was momentarily struck speechless. It was adorable in a curious way, since she remained pissed off as well. As an astute observer of people thanks to my writing, I could tell that she was reliving that moment in her mind now that I'd brought it up. Her wide-eyed shock seemed to go on and on, due to thinking of that moment instead of the here and now.

Finally, after regaining her composure, she hissed, "I thought we were to never speak of that unfortunate incident again!"

I replied, "Yesterday we were both sensitive about bringing it up, but neither of us ever said we couldn't mention it, and I'm not going to agree to that. I don't see why we can't mention it between ourselves in private, like we are now. It happened. It's real. It'll be a part of our relationship forever."

She clutched her head with both hands, frowning in dismay. "There is no relationship! Paula was just trying to get me to kick you out. Maybe I should!"

I said, "Look. I'm not here to cause you trouble. And I'm not going to throw what happened yesterday in your face."

"You just did!"

"Come on. You said the EXACT same words you said seconds before you mounted yourself onto me." She winced, and shifted in her seat, as if she was in danger of being impaled again.

"How could I not bring it up? You were all but asking to be teased about that. Do you remember that moment, and did you repeat yourself on purpose?"

There were flames of irritation and defiance flicker in her eyes. "I most definitely didn't say that on purpose! It's just that you are 'Daniel fucking Cooper' and not 'Dan Cooper' in my eyes, and you ARE 'the bane of my existence!'"

I teased, "Fair enough. I suppose that whenever you think of me you can't stop think of fucking, so you've added it to my name."

Her blush deepened. "I do NOT! I haven't thought of that at all! It never happened, as far as I'm concerned." She went on the offensive, pointing a finger at me. "And don't you DARE try to seduce me again! If you do, all bets are off! I will do everything in my power to make your life miserable!"

Of course, I was anticipating fucking her again, hopefully soon. The memory of her incredible hips and her general fucking prowess was highly inspirational, to say the least. But I had to play it cool and wait until she was ready - assuming that ever happened.

I held my hands up defensively. "Whoa! ME? Seducing YOU?! That's not how I remember it. In fact, I distinctly recall innocently giving you some compliments about your undeniable beauty. And then you said, and I quote, 'Oh yeah?! If you really think I'm so fucking beautiful, then prove it!' Then YOU kissed ME on the lips! I dare you to deny it, because you're smart and I know you remember that!"

Her blush deepened, and she suddenly found something very interesting to stare at on the table between us. She started to say, "That is... the thing is..." Then she apparently tried a different approach, "Okay, maybe so. But only because you tricked me!"

She looked back into my eyes, full of anger again. "You ARE some kind of mental rapist! And you're a hypnotist too! Somehow, you tricked and deceived me with your flowery comments and handsome face and general bullshit! You're the devil too! Look at what you did with poor Sue Ellen and so many

others! You're an honest to God sex slaver!"

I rolled my eyes. "Do NOT call me that. Ever! A sex slaver buys and sells people. You know I don't do that."

Her eyes flashed with emotion. "Do I? Anything is possible with you. You're completely incorrigible and evil! You probably have some kind of mind control powers! That's why I fell for your, your... well, YOU! In a moment of weakness! But if you ever try anything like that on me again, you'll regret it! I have mace! And I can scream!"

She was showing so much passion that I wanted to stand up, pull her over the table, and fuck her brains out! Right then and there! She probably had a point about me being "completely incorrigible" though. I'd started the conversation with my penis flaccid, but seeing her like this made my dick fully erect.

I had to hide the effect she was having on me and act normal though. Thankfully, the table was in the way. I shook my head sadly. "Sonia, listen. I don't want to argue about all that. I know you're upset with me right now. And I'm probably not making it easier on you because I can't resist reminding you what we did. But the thing is, what happened happened. We have to deal with it, and deal with the fallout.

For instance, you just said that you can scream. And that's true, you sure can. I remember you screaming your lungs out while you churned on my shaft with your incredible hips!"

Her embarrassment doubled. She quietly hissed, "SHUT UP!"

That probably was a bit uncalled for, but I simply couldn't resist provoking her. I think a part of me loved to see her angry.

However, I held my hands up defensively again. "Hey! I'm not just bringing it up for fun. I mention it because you screamed so loudly that a couple of the waitresses heard you. I know, because Lori told me about it."

Sonia reacted as if I'd revealed to her that the last meal she ate was made out of human flesh. "OH! ... NO!"

"And that's not all. Paula must have heard your screaming too, because she tried to keep Lori away from the office area. I think that's why Paula was so upset to see me today, and tried to get you to kick me out. She knows we had sex, and she's trying to protect you, in her well-meaning but misguided way."

Sonia just stared in shock.

I went on, "But it's not all bad news. Luckily, Lori told me about that yesterday, not long after I talked to you. She asked me about the screaming coming from your office. I didn't want to lie to her, but I tried to give her the impression it was just you and me arguing. I told her I'd talk to her about it later, but in the meantime, she should definitely not talk to anyone about the screaming, period. She agreed, and I believe she'll stay quiet. She's a good person. And Paula, of course she's not going to spread gossip about you. She's got your back. So your secret is safe."

Sonia held her head in her hands, covering up much of her beautiful face. "For now! So you say. And what about your wife Mindy? And one of your floozies? What's her name, Cindy. I'm sure all your floozies will talk, and it'll spread from there. And what about Lori? You've only held her off for the moment."

She looked back up at me, suddenly pleading while still angry. "LIE! If you have any decency in you, just up and lie to her! Tell her we were just yelling at each other!"

I said, "I would do that for you, if I could. I try hard not to lie, but I'll admit that sometimes a white lie is for the best. Unfortunately in this case, that's not going to work. She made clear it sounded to her like

sexual screaming. And think about it. It's a very different thing. One is all about yelling words, and the other is mostly or entirely incoherent noise. Don't you remember what happened? You were screaming your head off. It sounded nothing like a loud argument."

She sighed heavily. "Fuuuuck! You've ruined me! You and your big fat fucking cock! Making me cum over and over again, making me lose my mind! Do something about it! Fix it! Use your evil charisma to talk her into staying silent. But do NOT fuck her! She's a happily married woman, and I don't want to see you ruin her life too!"

Once again, I was highly inspired and aroused by her angry passion. I could easily imagine her sitting on me cowgirl-style and grinding down on my erection while screaming "You've ruined me! You and your big fat fucking cock!" And I was getting the distinct impression that she was feeling aroused too, just as those words suggested.

In fact, even though she was sitting up stiffly with no obvious signs of arousal, I was nearly certain her pussy was getting wet from recalling what we'd done. She was absolutely determined not to let that show.

Still, I had to play it cool. The tension between us had to build until she was practically ready to explode from sexual need. Plus, I had to deal with her accusations.

I shook my head in frustration. "First off, I don't have 'evil charisma.' And don't worry, I wouldn't so much as flirt with her. The sanctity of marriage is a very scared thing to me."

"HA!" She laughed heartily, before looking around and remembering to lower her voice. "Are you trying to be a comedian? So says the married man who has his own stable of fucking sex slaves!"

I was glad that at least she looked around and lowered her voice still more before saying "fucking sex slaves."

I winced. "Okay, point taken. But it's different when your spouse approves and even encourages it. Remember that Mindy is a cucquean."

"Ugh! Don't remind me! She's a disgrace to all women, letting you fuck around. Your whole family is mentally deranged!"

"Calm down, please. Besides, you didn't seem to mind me fucking around yesterday!" Sonia got red-faced again. "Shut UP, already! Stop bringing that up!"

I decided to let that slide, and said, "Yes, Mindy and Cindy know what happened. I told them, just as I said I would. But that's as far as it goes, so far. They can be trusted with that secret. Sue Ellen doesn't even know yet. Don't you think it would show if she did? She wears her heart on her sleeve. She would interact with you differently somehow, I'm sure, although I don't know exactly how."

Sonia considered that. "True. Although I only said hello to her in passing today. But I suppose I have to believe you on that one, since it would be so easy for me to talk to her and see if you're lying. Which I'm bound to do at some point today anyway."

I nodded. "Right. Look. I'm not trying to humiliate you." (I thought to myself, Well, maybe a little bit!) "I want to keep this a secret as much as you do. I had to tell my wife and mistress about what we did for reasons that I explained to you yesterday. Plus, Sue Ellen is going to find out sooner or later, I'm sure. How could she not? Somehow, something will give it away. Probably you'll act differently around her."

"I will not!"

"Sonia, please. Don't just say the opposite of whatever I say. I'm really not a bad guy. I don't want to

cause you trouble. If you think you still hate me in general, that's your right. But we should work together on this one thing, keeping what happened a secret. I could be an 'ooga booga dumbass caveman' as you called me yesterday, and go around boasting about fucking you, if I'm as bad as you say. But I'm not going to do that, because I don't want to be mean to you. I'm trying to do the opposite, and get the people who know to stay silent. I keep telling you, I want to be your friend."

She huffed, "Huh! Some friend! First you fuck me with your huge cock, and then you humiliate me by constantly reminding me about all the stupid stuff I said when you made me scream in total ecstasy!" She looked a bit abashed as she realized what she'd said.

For the sake of her pride, I let that slide. "I'm sorry, I can't help but tease you a bit. I might keep doing some of that, I don't know. You seem to bring that side out of me, because you're so teasible, for some reason. Maybe it's that you're so very uptight, yet you shouldn't be. I'd like to see you let your hair down and lighten up. If I tease you, tease me back instead of just insulting me and staring daggers at me."

She responded, "What am I going to say? You continually confound and annoy me!" She sighed in frustration. "I'll admit you don't have mind control powers, but it's easier for me to imagine that you do, because yesterday shouldn't have happened in a million years! I shouldn't be talking to you now. None of this should be happening! It's like an endless nightmare!"

She dramatically clutched her hands up in the air and looked up as if trying to plead to God for divine help. "What is it going to take to get you out of my life?!"

She realized she might be getting too demonstrative. She looked around and saw a few people in nearby booths staring at her. I'm sure that only embarrassed her more.

She turned her glare back on me, lowered her voice, and went on, "And now you say Lori knows, Paula knows, and Sue Ellen is likely to know. You're probably right about Sue Ellen, by the way. If I'm honest, I probably will treat her differently somehow, although I don't even know how. My emotions are all a jumble, and that's going to show. Help me put this genie back in the bottle! How can this be undone?! Already, I've lost the respect of Lori and Paula forever. I can never get that back!"

I asked, "Have you? Have you really? I don't know about Paula. I don't understand her at all. Today's the first time I so much as said 'boo' to her, and that didn't exactly go so well. But I'll bet Lori and Sue Ellen will look at this very differently than you think they will. Remember, you're known as 'the Bat.' Basically, everyone who works for you thinks you have a two-by-four stuck up your ass. You act bitchy pretty much all the time, and they think it's because you have next to no social life, and therefore no sex life whatsoever. You put all your blood, sweat, and tears into this restaurant."

"That part is true," she sighed, exasperated. "I have no choice! If I didn't do that, this place would have gone under and I'd have been left with nothing!"

"Maybe so. But I think the point is, most if not all of the other waitresses would love to hear that you got laid, period, let alone that it was 'good enough for you' to have you screaming your head off in your supposedly soundproofed office."

She winced, then hissed, "Please stop reminding me about that!"

I simply went on, "We're talking about other women here who would rather be proud of you than feel sorry for you. Despite the way you treat them, I think they want to see you happy. I'm sure they know that you're lonely and unhappy with how you've been treated by the men in your life."

"Which now includes you, unfortunately," she pointed out tartly. "We'll see. Our relationship is in its very early stages."

She groaned loudly and clutched her head with both hands. "'Our relationship?!' Fucking stab me straight through with a pitchfork already to put me out of my misery! There is NO relationship!"

I grinned and winked. "I think you're starting to warm up to me."

She groaned even louder, and with greater agony. Then she looked around and saw that a few of the customers were staring at her in confusion. She dropped her hands from her hand and put on an "all is normal" face.

I couldn't help but smirk. It was too much fun winding her up.

I got the discussion back on track by saying, "Anyway, about your waitresses. I think you're underestimating them. I'll bet they'd think of an event like your getting laid as a positive, not a negative. Maybe then you could take that stick out of your ass."

She growled at me, "And what? Replace it with your huge dick up my pussy?"

Or your ass, I thought impudently. I'm not picky. Are you? The sudden surge of stiffness in my groin area at the notion made the necessity of steering my fantasies away from that line of thinking even more imperative than usual.

She complained, "How is that any better?! It looks like I'm either metaphorically or literally fucked!" She looked around carefully after that outburst. Luckily, the customers weren't paying attention due to her keeping her voice down.

She went on, "And you don't understand! I get the 'she needs to get laid' sentiment. I can even see some truth to that. The problem is, it was with YOU! The ultimate humiliation! You're my worst enemy, the man I've cursed as the spawn of Satan, the textbook example of the worst the male half of our species has to offer! Everyone knows how much I hate you! So if it comes out that I got fucked by you, I'll lose all respect! Especially if it gets out that I got so royally fucked that I screamed... well, too much! Hell, even I can't stand to look myself in the mirror!"

My erection was throbbing almost painfully. It seemed clear that she was very impressed by the intensity of our sexual encounter. I just needed to be patient, and her desire for a repeat performance would grow so strong that it simply couldn't be denied. That was my hope, at any rate.

I said, "Sonia, look at me." She looked, grudgingly.

I asked, "Am I really that bad? I think you got the wrong impression about me from day one, and things spiraled from there. Due to your misunderstanding about my relationship with Sue Ellen, and then misunderstanding even more about my other lovers. What if the polyamorous life isn't a bad thing, but just a different thing? Turn the clock back fifty years. Would you be feeling the same way if you found out one of your waitresses was lesbian? Would you be disgusted at their so-called sexual deviancy?"

"That's totally different!" she complained.

"Is it? Really? Look me in my eyes and tell me that's not how the typical restaurant owner would have reacted fifty years ago."

She grudgingly admitted, "Well, maybe so on that. But that's a red herring. Just because society turned out to be wrong on homosexuality doesn't mean that just ANY sort of sexual relationship is okay. Am I supposed to approve of incest now too? Or bestiality? Or necrophilia? You have to deal with these things on a case by case basis, and your relationship with Sue Ellen is WRONG! Full stop!"

I noticed that she had strong feelings against incest. Not that I expected anything different from her.

She lowered her voice even more. "You made her your motherfucking SEX SLAVE! How is that morally right in ANY universe?! It's not! And all your relationships with the rest of your floozies are like that. Which makes you a very bad person!"

I said, "First off, don't call them 'floozies.' You've met Mindy and Cindy. Are they bad people? Do they deserve to be insulted?"

"Fine. Whatever." She waved a hand dismissively.

I went on, "Secondly, you're judging things you don't understand, I think almost entirely due to your misunderstanding of the words 'master' and 'slave.' Do you know anything about people who have dominant and submissive relationships?"

She didn't reply, which I took as an affirmative.

"It's a pretty common thing, you know. Millions of people take part in some version of that. Some want to be in charge, some want to be told what to do. Sure, in some cases it can be totally fucked up, but in other cases it's just people having fun in the bedroom to the harm of no one. Are you categorically against all of that?"

She grudgingly replied, "Well, no. It's not my thing AT ALL and never would be my thing. I can't claim I understand it, and I doubt I ever will. I put it in the same category as, say, people peeing on each other. I don't get it at all. But hey, there are a lot of fetishes out there, and I don't really care. As long as it doesn't involve me and it's not something illegal like underage sex, then... whatever. Let people get their kicks."

I said, "Good. I like that attitude, and it's the same for me. I feel the same about peeing, by the way. I don't understand it at all, but if two people like that and it works for them, I try to have a live and let live attitude."

She nodded.

"So why does it suddenly become different if the words 'master' and 'slave' are used? Why do we suddenly become monsters? You know that's not meant literally. This is not like Civil War slavery at all! People use extreme language to try to express the intensity of their emotions. For instance, if I were fucking you and you screamed 'Make me your whore,' I obviously wouldn't take that literally. I would mark that up to you getting really carried away in the moment. And depending on the people and the situation, maybe that would turn you on, or turn me on, or both. No harm done. It's just words."

I was trying to be sincere, but I was probably pushing it a little bit. I tried not to take the master and slave thing that seriously, especially at a time like this, but I couldn't say the same for some of my slaves (heck, probably all of them!).

She said, annoyed, "First off, try to use examples that don't involve you fucking me, okay? I'm having a hard enough time putting those traumatic memories out of my mind as it is! But besides that, it's not 'just words' if the people well and truly mean them! The problem I have with Sue Ellen is that she doesn't just SAY she's your slave, she obviously completely 100 percent believes it! She's actually proud of it! Not just as some sexually exciting thing to say in the bedroom, but because she's convinced you ARE her master! You literally OWN her!"

I carefully asked, "What gives you that impression? Did she say that to you?"

"No, not in so many words. But it's obvious in everything she says and does. She's so into you that it's ridiculous! Not to mention disturbing! You're warping that poor girl's innocent mind with the power of your... your..." She waved in the direction of my crotch without looking, even though the table between us shielded her from the sight of my rampant erection.

Then she did a double take when she realized what she'd just said, even with her never saying the final word. Her blush had faded, but it came back fast, thanks to that telling comment.

I held a hand up. "Don't be embarrassed. I get what you mean. I have had some great sex with her, and that can be a powerful emotional bond. Which it is between her and me. Right now, she's fallen head over heels for me, and I'm deeply in love with her too. Since she and I have a relationship that involves dominance and submission, and uses that language, she takes that to an extreme to convey the power of her feelings both to herself and everyone else. But it's not this terrible thing that you think it is. Isn't she still the same lovely and adorable person she's always been? And isn't she even happier than before?

Much happier, even?"

I mostly believed that, too.

Sonia sighed heavily again and slumped against the back of the booth we were sitting in. "I suppose. You know I can't deny that. But look at it from my point of view. You're a pretty scary guy! You've enslaved a bunch of women to your..." - she waved distractedly towards my unseen crotch again - "THING!"

I couldn't resist grinning. It was too much fun teasing her.

She continued, "And whether that's a strictly literal use of the word 'enslaved' or a looser definition, it's still damn scary! I want you to get the hell out of my life and out of my restaurant!"

Now it was my turn to sigh. "I can see we have a pretty serious difference of opinion and I'm not going to change your mind about this. So be it. But can you see at least that I'm not a 'mental rapist,' just as I don't have mind control powers? I don't drink the blood of little children for breakfast either. I don't think I deserve your wrath or your insults. I'm not trying to hurt you. In fact, I want to help you."

She said hotly, "Yeah, so you can fuck me some more!"

I sighed again. "Look. I'll freely admit that I would love to fuck you some more. You've a very beautiful and passionate woman, and your passion comes out sexually in a powerful way. In short, you're a great fuck! Sorry to be so blunt, but that's the truth. That said, I'm not trying to actively seduce you."

Sonia gave me a look that just shouted "Am I supposed to believe that, from you!?" before leaning forward again and stabbing the table with a finger. "Then why do you keep coming here?!"

"Hello! Sue Ellen! First and foremost, I care about her a lot, and I simply like being near her, even if we don't interact. But also, the more I come here, the more I like the food and the atmosphere. It's a good place for me to get some writing done. Plus, I like the waitresses, if only to look at. You can see I'm a high libido guy, and you have the sexiest waitresses of any restaurant in town."

She glowered at me angrily, "And you're going to fuck them all, one by one!"

I slumped in my seat in frustration. "No, that's not my plan at all. Now, full disclosure, if one of them throws herself at me, I might not turn her down. It depends. But I'm not trying to seduce any of them. I am a VERY happy camper right now. I'm as sexually satisfied and satiated as a man can be. That's not bragging, it's just the unvarnished truth. More women means more complications and potential trouble. It's almost always not worth it."

She crossed her arms in front of herself and replied sarcastically, "Oh, you poor soul. My heart bleeds for you."

I ignored that. "But I do like to look. Which brings us back to you. Even though you hate me, the more I get to know you, the more I like you. And I certainly enjoyed fucking you! I'll just be straight up honest with you. Yes, I would love a repeat of that!"

I heard Sonia inhale sharply in what sounded like surprise. The look on her face was confused, and I could see satisfaction warring with rejection.

"I think you're beyond amazing when you're honest with yourself and really let your hair down. I'm hard pressed to think of a woman I know who compares to you and what it's like to be with you."

I looked her in the eye and saw her flush with pleasure ever so briefly before she looked away from me in embarrassment.

"But, and here's a key fact: if that does happen, I'm not going to try to draw you into my 'web of depravity.'" I made mocking air quotes.

She put her hands on her hips. "Oh. Really. I'm sure you told Sue Ellen the same thing."

"Actually, I didn't. Ask her, please! I was up front with her from the very start that I was going to dominate her, because I could tell that's what she wanted and even needed."

"I will!" she said defiantly. "I think you're a liar!"

"Please do. Each woman is unique. Sue Ellen happens to be very submissive. If it wasn't me, she'd find someone to ring those particular bells for her eventually. Mindy, by contrast, isn't like that. We have a very different relationship. You don't strike me as the submissive type. Not at all, in fact."

"I'm NOT!" she said hotly.

"Right. I wouldn't even want try to push you into that. It just isn't you, and I like you just the way you are. Well, minus some of the bitchiness."

She was staring intently at me, her expression unreadable.

"So you don't have to worry about me 'brainwashing' you or anything like that, because that's impossible. If we have a great fuck or even a bunch of great fucks, it's not going to change your fundamental personality. We had sex yesterday afternoon. That's a fact that can't be denied. Are you a fundamentally different person than who you were 24 hours ago?"

"No."

"Do you feel a sudden urge to call me 'master?'"

"Obviously not! Don't flatter yourself! You were good, but not THAT good! Nobody is!" I gave her a winning smile. "You see? I'm not a scary guy."

She looked at me dubiously. "Sure, you say that NOW. But a rapist will say any lie he thinks will work to get some innocent girl into his van!"

I groaned and put my head in my hands. "Come on! Am I really that bad?" She crossed her arms defiantly. "You might be."

I signed in resignation. "Do me a favor, okay?"

She sneered sarcastically, "Yeah, right. Because we're such pals."

"Just hear me out. Talk to Mindy and Cindy again. Learn more of them and more about what they think of me. I think you'll find that they're not monsters and neither am I. We're just people who found an unusual sexual lifestyle that works for us. I want to get on at least reasonable terms with you. I don't want you to think I'm your enemy or that I'm a bad person, because I'm not."

She warily replied, "Okay, fine. I've got a lot of things to do. I've been talking to you for far too long. I'll talk to your wife and mistress" - she made a sour face at that - "but I see no more reason to talk to

you today. I'd appreciate it if you try to stay out of my way. I've got a restaurant to run."

I grinned, because I couldn't help myself. "And I've got some great ideas that could make your restaurant much more profitable."

"UGH! Not that again! Why do YOU have to have those ideas? Of all the people in the world! It's like God is trying to play some cosmic joke on me. Let's not even talk about that. Those ideas will keep. I want to talk to you as little as possible until this whole... situation... from yesterday blows over. Okay?"

I nodded. "Fine. You want your space. I get it. But don't mind me if I come here a lot. Because that's what's going to be happening."

"ARRGH! You're impossible!" She stood up and shook her fist at me. "We're done. Good day, sir!" She stomped off, back to the back of the restaurant.

Less than a minute after she left, Josie came to me with my milkshake. Although I'd ordered it before I talked to Sonia, she'd waited until the coast was clear. As she put the milkshake on the table before me, she smirked. "See, Mr. C.? Told you. You're still here, and I don't see any bite marks or stab wounds on you. You survived the Bat again! It confirms my theory that there's more going on here than meets the eye. What's the story? Do you have some secret blackmail material on her?"

I joked, "Yes, I do. In the famous words of Charlton Heston, 'It's people!' I discovered that all the meat used here is actually soylent green, if you know what I mean." I winked.

She chuckled. "Yeah, right! But it must be something like that, because I saw her come at you like hell on wheels. Then, as I was serving customers, I kept looking over, expecting some final explosion, leaving nothing but a crater and insurance claims. But instead, she left with kind of a dazed expression and you're still here, sitting pretty. It's bizarre!"

As Josie was talking, Sue Ellen finished with a customer and crossed the restaurant to join us. She took my hand and looked to me with great concern and love. "Mast- Er, uh... I mean Dan..."

Josie chuckled. Then she told Sue Ellen, "Go ahead, call him 'Master.' We all know that's how you think of him." Her tone and expression made it clear that if she didn't approve, at least she didn't disapprove. It seemed more like she thought it was an adorable quirk.

Sue Ellen nodded in thanks, then looked to me again. "Master! Are you okay?! I was so worried!"

I squeezed her hand. "I'm fine. Sonia and I argue like that sometimes, but we always work it out. You don't have to worry about me."

Sue Ellen practically swooned with delight.

Josie couldn't resist giving her a playful shove. "Girl, I can totally read your mind: 'best master ever.'"

Sue Ellen looked at Josie like she really was a mind reader. "He IS! Every day, I fall in love with him even more!" Then her face suddenly turned sad. She let go of my hand and rushed back to her section.

Josie raised a curious eyebrow regarding Sue Ellen's abrupt mood swing. "What was that all about?"

I could guess well enough: my Cupcake wanted to give me a big hug and kiss, and then realized she shouldn't do that, due to the sex boycott. In fact, it was prohibited. That greatly upset her.

I was going to excuse it away with a white lie, but Josie seemed so cool about everything that I decided honesty was better. The sex boycott could go on a week or more, and if I was at Mama Mia's most every day, it wasn't something that could be easily papered over. So I motioned for her to lean in close.

She did so.

I spoke extra quietly. "Keep this just between you and me, okay?" She nodded solemnly.

"Things between her Sue Ellen and me are as strong as ever, as you can see. However, for complicated reasons, it's best if we're not intimate... in a place like this. At least for a while. That's hard on her. And me too, actually."

Josie tapped her nose. "Ah. I get it. You're on thin ice with the Bat, and overt hanky panky could push her over the edge. That sucks."

I decided that having Josie think this was about placating Sonia was a good way to go. Explaining the total sex boycott and the rationale behind it was foolhardy, since it would reveal too much about my harem life. So I just said, "Yeah. If you could try to be supportive and cheer her up, that would be nice."

"No problem. She hasn't been working here long, but I already consider her a friend. She's such a doll." Josie left after that, due to her having to tend to other customers.

I just sat there drinking my milkshake. I might have looked and sounded calm on the outside, but talking to Sonia left me rattled. Plus, she gave me a raging erection, and all I could do was be patient and try to keep my mind on non-sexual matters until it went away. That wasn't easy, since everything in my life lately seemed to be related to sex somehow.

I decided to do what I did to get rid of my boner after meeting with Jane at the coffee shop, mainly talk to Mario, the handyman in charge of building the "lighthouse" in the backyard. Even though we'd talked earlier, there was always more to discuss while he worked out the details of the project and which supplies to buy.

That call was sufficiently mundane to get my penis to go flaccid, at long last. I was secretly amused to wonder what Mario would think if he knew he was becoming my go-to sexual buzzkill.

When the call ended, I booted up my computer and tried to get back into writing. However, it had been a long time since I'd made any forward progress on my latest swashbuckling novel. Yesterday, I'd worked on doing background research about the harem life, especially Topkapi Palace life. I'd also recently gone through the earlier novel text to determine what should be censored and what shouldn't.

That was all useful and necessary to do at some point, but still, I'd lost the plot and my creative forward momentum. Furthermore, I was so distracted from the many sexual adventures happening in my own life that I found it tough to get back into writing anything.

Sonia was weighing heavily on my mind. Our conversation, while mostly hostile, served to remind me how sexy and passionate she was, and how much I longed to fuck her again. But my desire for Jane was quite possibly ever greater, since things were frustrating with Sonia whereas I definitely had a date with Jane in the evening. The possibilities of that were simply breathtaking. It was a wonder I could think of anything else at all!

When I wasn't thinking of that, all I had to do was look up and it would be easy for me to see Sue Ellen working on the other side of the restaurant. That reminded me of the truly epic tickle attack she and Cindy had given me this morning. That, in turn, made me think of all the great tickle attacks Michelle and Ruby had given me, and how much I missed them. And if I wasn't thinking of any of those people, I probably was thinking of Mindy or Nicky.

My love life was complicated, to say the least!

I decided the best way to get back into my novel was to reread the last few chapters. I'd looked them over recently, but with an eye to the censoring. That was very different than looking it over like a

reader. For instance, I might have quickly decided an entire chapter was too racy for the uncensored version, so I wouldn't have read any of it at all.

I had only been at that task for a few minutes when I got a call from Michelle. Given that it was from her, there was no telling how sexually suggestive it might get. So I told her I'd call her back in a minute. Then I shut my laptop down and took it with me out to my car in the parking lot so I could talk to her in complete privacy.

Once we were reconnected, Michelle said, "Daddy, you need to come home, big time! There are all sorts of problems with the construction job in the backyard! The guy Mario hired to get things started doesn't know what he's doing, and he's screwing up left and right?"

I asked, "Really? How?"

"Every possible way! I can't really explain over the phone. I need to show you. Where are you? You should come over right now!"

I sensed a trap, a clear and obvious sexual trap. I decided to play along. "I'm at Mama Mia's. I suppose I can come over, since it's not far. Should we meet outside with Mario's helper, or up in your bedroom, so we can talk in private?"

"Oh, definitely up in my bedroom! Ruby and I want to talk about the mistakes that guy has made, and we can't really talk freely if he's with us."

"That makes sense," I replied, playing along for the moment. "The only thing is, I've been in a really horny mood, what with the sex boycott and no way to get relief. It's hard for me to think straight with a bad case of blue balls. So what if Ruby sucks my dick while you tell me all about these problems?"

Michelle squealed excitedly. "Oh my GOD! What a GREAT idea! That sounds PERFECT! We won't tell, I promise! The only thing is, it would be even better if I could suck your cock while Ruby tells you about those problems. She knows way more about them than I do!"

I heard in the background, "I do not!" Obviously, that was Ruby.

I said, "We can do that. But I don't want to break more of the sex boycott than I have to, so only one of you can suck me. It sounds like Ruby is going to miss out."

I heard sounds of arguing and struggle. I couldn't tell what was being said exactly, since both of them were talking to each other at once. I heard a few brief snippets, such as "Gimme that! Gimme the damn phone!"

After about ten seconds, Ruby gained control of the phone, or at least got her mouth close to it, because I heard her shout, "Master, Michelle is a LIAR! She knows WAY more about those problems than I do! You have to talk to her!"

I said, calmly, "Okay, Michelle. I heard that. So Ruby will suck me while you and I just talk. Sounds like a plan."

Michelle wailed, "NooooOOOOoooo!"

I decided that I'd strung them along long enough, and I needed to say something before they killed each other. "Hey! Both of you! You realize I'm just teasing you, don't you? There won't be any cocksucking of any kind."

There was a long pause, then they both said at once, "There won't?"

"No! The total sex boycott is only a couple of hours old! Did you really think I would give up that easily? I just wanted to test you, to see what your real agenda is. Obviously, you just wanted to bring

me there so you could try to seduce me."

Michelle took charge again. "That's not true! There really ARE problems! This whole lighthouse project is turning into a disaster! You HAVE to come here, right now!"

I said, "As it so happens, I just got off the phone with Mario a few minutes ago, and he's been in close contact with his helper. There have been some problems, but we've been working them out over the phone."

There was a very long pause. A deflated Michelle finally said, "Oh. Dammit. I knew it was too good to be true."

Ruby said, "Oh God! What a disaster! Michelle, I TOLD you not to try this! It was a desperate Hail Mary at best. But nooooOOoooo. You just had to go ahead with it anyway."

Michelle complained, "Yeah, you've got all the wisdom of Solomon now, but before the call began, you said-"

I cut them off. "Shelle, I could see right through your little ploy from the very start. Even if I did come over, do you think I'd really let you suck my dick, just like that? Do you really think I'd have that little willpower?"

Michelle complained, pleadingly, "But why not?! It's something we want and enjoy, and it's something you want and enjoy. It's win-win all around! Ruby and I have some special outfits that you're really going to love, and we've been practicing some of our favorite moves. I promise, it'll be the best sucking ever! What's the harm?!"

I sighed audibly into the phone. "Have you heard nothing that I've said about the boycott? Don't you understand what I'm trying to do?"

Ruby spoke up. "Of course we heard you, Master. We're not trying to be disrespectful. We understand you feel the need to lay down the law. But we're just suggesting that you could do that in a way that involves more cocksucking, at last."

Michelle chimed in, "Not to mention titfucking!"

I sighed again, louder and with more emotion. "This is my point. It can't all be tickle attacks and spermy facials without discipline and order. I'm supposed to be the master of our harem and I need to be in charge! Period!" I sighed once more. "I'm not going to get into it in detail now. But tonight I need to have a house meeting anyway, so I'll have to try to explain my position on the sex boycott all over again then. How will we ever get through that if you don't even understand what it is?"

Michelle said, "It sounds pretty hopeless to me. Maybe you should just forget the whole thing. We'll be waaaaay more respectful, I promise."

Ruby added, "Me too! If fact, hearing you talk about ruling us with more discipline and order sounds super hot!"

Michelle seconded that, "Definitely! Why not go a whole different route, with lots more sexy spankings? And you can tie us up and have your way with us too! Slap your big cock on our faces until we see the light!"

Ruby spoke with increasing excitement. "And collars! Master, if only you'd collar us, I think you'd find us way more obedient. How can we act like proper slaves when everyone knows slaves are supposed to wear collars?!"

I cut in, "I'm ending this phone call now, before you two get completely carried away. To reiterate: I'm not coming over until the family meeting. That should be around five, but maybe earlier. Mindy will

call you about the time. And don't try to ambush me there or anywhere else. It's not going to work!"

Michelle pleaded, "But Daddy! Your cock is so big and THICK! Your balls are so full of cum! That cum NEEDS to come out! If you don't cum even once for the whole day, the results could be tragic!"

I had to snicker at that, because she sounded so sincerely concerned. "Oh, really? How? Will my penis explode or will it fall off? I'm curious."

"Hey!" Michelle was suddenly emphatic. "Don't even joke about that or we'll have nightmares!"

After some more talk along these lines, I was just about to end the call when a startling thought occurred to me. "Hey! Are you even calling from home?! I just remembered that you have an early shift at the video shop, don't you?"

There was a long silence. I heard Ruby whisper "Busted!"

Michelle reluctantly spoke. "Well, technically speaking, that is true. But we could be home in a flash if you're there!"

I asked, "Then how do you know about these supposed problems with Mario's helper? Let me guess: you don't. As far as tricky schemes go, this one is piss-poor for you."

Michelle groaned in frustration.

I finally got them off the phone not long after that.

I sat in my car and stared out the window. Those two. It's just as I figured. Of course they're already trying to set traps for me. Can't they see how pathetically obvious they are? No way am I going to fall for any of their tricks. They haven't even begun to see how much sexual willpower I have. And if my plan works out with Jane, and maybe Sonia, I can have great sex AND break their rebellion at the same time!

I looked around the parking lot. Good thing I took that call back in my car. If anyone heard me talking like that, they'd put me in the loony bin!

I walked back into Mama Mia's. I hoped the distractions were over and I'd finally be able to get some serious writing done.