A short detour

Before I went on my date with Donna, I had new business to take care of. I returned to my mom's home and emptied the mail box. Thank god I have a backpack with me at all times. There was however a weird letter addressed to the company, which seemed to have a flash drive in it.

Curious about its content, and needing to grab a couple things my mom had forgotten at home anyway, I entered my mom's home. Officer Miller greeted me, it seems as though they were still thoroughly investigating.

"Mr. Goodman, what are you doing here?"

"Oh well, I was just checking up on the mail and I wanted to grab a few things my mom forgot yesterday."

"I see. Well, I'm glad you're here, because it saves me some time. We've copied all the files from your father's work computer, so you can use it now."

"Thank you, Officer. I would like to use it right now, if possible. One of the letters for the company seems to contain a flash drive, I'll quickly check that out, and then I'll be out of your hair."

"S-Sure, go ahead I guess." Jane +1SP (-63SP)

I went to my father's former office, Officer Miller briefly explained the situation. Curiously, she stayed. I opened the letter and it simply read: 'No longer want to pay? Here's a reminder...' Ominous.

On the flash drive itself was only one video, and not like I had expected, some more files containing sales data or similarly boring stuff. Officer Miller grabbed the letter. She wanted to ask me about it, but I had started playing the video already. It showed my father approaching a woman, the footage was similar to the hidden camera in my room, just with audio. It was pretty much a confirmation of what Klara said, just with a different person and apparently dated to have been a couple years earlier. Officer Miller looked in shock at the screen.

"W-What is this, Mr. Goodman?"

"Your newest evidence, I assume."

She didn't like my humor that much. "And what about the letter?"

"Well, after taking over I had realized that my father earned 40k more a month than my mom knew about. We assumed it was simple embezzlement, but the Financial Crimes Department refused to investigate for some reason."

"They're always understaffed, to be honest. And if you didn't know where this money went, there's not a big reason to investigate."

"Well, I'll leave you to it, then. If I stumble onto more evidence of this kind, I'll let you know as soon as possible."

"T-Thanks, Mr. Goodman. But don't you want to pay them?" Jane +5SP (-58SP)

"And why would I do that? This was my father, I'm the caretaker now. Once you've finished investigating, we'll make things right, or as well as we can make them right, since we can't undo what happened."

"But isn't your father still legally the owner? Seems bad for PR."

"Well, it was going to get public sooner or later anyway, right? So what's the point? The victims deserve compensation, regardless of who the owner or caretaker is and will be in the future." She stayed quiet as I left the home for my date with Donna.

Amber

It was a weird feeling, driving to master's home, knowing he won't be there, and not visiting for him. But I had other plans. Isabella and I were now his women, and his alone. And I wanted us to get along well. There should be no room for infighting or jealousy in master's harem.

As I rang the doorbell, Isabella opened, hiding behind the door. "A-Amber, what are you doing here? Master isn't home yet."

"It's okay, I'm not here for him, I'm here for you." She let me in, hesitantly. I immediately began to undress, as master had commanded me. It was at this moment, that I realized that Isabella was fully nude, too. She was very relieved when I undressed, happy not to be alone. Perhaps she hadn't fully realized yet that in this home, we're just eye candy for master. I wasn't fully sure, but she seemed hotter, too. Maybe I just saw her as trouble before, maybe her clothes hid her curves well, I don't know. But maybe master had something to do with that?

"How was last night with master?", I ask her.

"A-Amber...", she's blushing like a schoolgirl, "it was honestly so great. You were right, I needed a good dick in my life, I needed the validation that I'm still hot, that I'm wanted."

"I'm glad I got you to finally take the step. But... I'm also sorry for being rude yesterday. I was just so mad that you didn't trust master and didn't let him have his privacy."

"It's okay, it's not like I was all that nice to you, either. I posed as master and tricked you. I deserved a few insults. I'm beyond grateful that master forgave me instead of locking me in the basement."

"Basement?" I could barely contain my excitement. Please let it be some kind of sex dungeon, where master could tie me up for days on end, with a vibrator in my pussy, unable to orgasm.

"Yeah there's a basement, but it's completely empty. I didn't have a lot to do today, so I cleaned it. I think master forgot about the basement completely, otherwise he would have stored his things there."

Aw, that sucks. We'd have to buy the BDSM equipment, if we wanted to have some fun. Isabella and I continued to chat for the rest of the evening, and we even cooked together for master. In recent days, living alone was really difficult. It's not just that master was never around to ask for advice, but also that I simply miss him. I don't want to be away from him that much longer, I want him in my life.

But... I couldn't ask him. He said to wait, so I will wait. He's right about the problem with the commute taking such a long time. He's right about everything. I shouldn't ask of anything from him for my own good, that would be too selfish. I don't matter, only master does. I shouldn't even think about other options, unless he would like them more.

"Amber, can I ask you something?", Isabella interrupted my thoughts.

"Sure, what is it?"

"May I know what you like about master? How he makes you feel?"

"Well, what I like about him is that we share many interests, inside and outside the bedroom. In college, when master was more shy, it remained outside the bedroom stuff, but we were still great friends. Admittedly, I did have a crush on him that just never went away. And now that we met again... I had to show my true desires for him, but he finally understood my feelings for him. I was always very lonely. Until I met him in college. We talked, we studied, he was my first real friend that I had in my life. It was the first period in my life where I was truly happy. And the next two years, when we lived apart, I had to go back to my normal, pre-college life. Lonely, sad, pathetic. And then master came back to my life. He gave me hope when I was ready to settle for a lifetime of disappointment. And not only is he back, we're also having sex, and work quite well together. College was the first time I was happy for an extended period of my life. Now is the first time in my life where I know my happiness won't have a due date. There's no end of college approaching. This is my life now, and I'm happy every day and I will be happy every day."

"I... feel similarly, honestly. The past few years, I spent living at home, either alone or with my 'husband'. I had to live with the feeling that he was cheating on me, but I also had no friends or coworkers to talk with, to have help. And then knowing that his father just fucked someone younger than me, behind my back... It was devastating. And master fixed that with one erection. In that moment, I realized that he was strong, he was powerful, and he chose me for my body. He knew me well, he knew what I wanted to see, what would make me happy, and he gave it to me. Well, he made me do what I wanted to happen, but it's the same thing, isn't it? Now I live, knowing the fact that I'm still hot, that I'm wanted, loved, and cared for. I've come to realize how little I matter compared to master, how my own happiness in life is dependent on him being happy with me. But it's better this way. I've never been happy on my own, nor did I ever do anything else to be proud of, and we're all social beings, after all. We all need validation from someone, and I'm glad it's master. Even if he's just here for my pussy, he has my best interests at heart."

"Isabella, you did do something you should be proud of. You raised master. You raised the person I had a crush on, you raised the person that supported you emotionally through these difficult times. Master could easily lock us up in the basement and fill our cunts with his seed whenever he pleases, knowing that we would never even want to escape. But what does he do instead? He cares about us, and about our feelings too. If I hadn't told him how much I like it to be at his mercy, he would never even dream of acting this way with me. If he had known that simply telling you that you're hot would have sufficed in making you happy again, he would have said that. You have raised master well and I'm happy so many women will get to experience such a great guy."

After dinner, I left. I was very fucking horny all night long, but I simply couldn't cum. And being aware that that was master's doing just made me hornier.