Yes, and last minute preparations

I had work to do before the morning, and I didn't anticipate having much time to do it after dinner that night. Not work for my job, mind you, but work on the harem to make things continue in the proper course.

And after my time with Rayanne, I felt refreshed, empowered, and clear-headed. I knew I needed a plan for wrapping things up. Originally, I had intended to get everyone in one room, give them all the same prepared instructions, then send them to their respective homes. But after Bea changed things up on me at the last second – not that I didn't enjoy it, but still – I had a new plan for the morning. And things had gotten more complex overall, so I couldn't give the exact same instructions to everyone. Rayanne would need a whole different approach. Misty was going to be a part of some long-term things. And I was sure a few others could or should have a role.

Having them read my commands seemed to work well when they arrived, so I was going to type up final commands for each one. It took me almost three hours. And even then I wasn't sure I was finished. I could double check before bed. It was dinner time.

The plan for dinner was to be finishing off the leftovers from previous meal, so there was a hodge-podge of dishes out on the table and line for the microwave. A few women pulled me aside to briefly thank me for the weekend. Olivia for letting her experience a creampie without risk. Rachel for being convinced that she was beautiful. April for “getting to sex.” But most of these memories would disappear the moment they exited my building the next morning. Their personas would fade out and they would retain vague memories of satisfying sex with me, plus any good memories of connecting with the other women.

After I finished my dinner, I locked myself in my office for a bit, trying to fine tune the final instructions. Most were ready and could be printed. A few had loopholes yet to be closed. After another 30 minutes of working on it, there was a knock on my door. It would be Sandra, no doubt, updating me on the morning's plans. After putting everything safely away (I would hate to imagine what would happen if someone stumbled across the pile of instructions for everyone!), I opened the door with a smile, intending to bring Sandra in for a chat. Instead, I was yanked out of the room by a pair of hands forcing me into the dark hallway. Before I could even get my bearings, I was stumbling my way into my bedroom. As I turned to face my attacker, the door shut and locked behind me.