Sandra, Here to Make Sure Everything Goes Smoothly

Sandra was first, which worked well, given the role she had for the weekend. I invited her in and instructed her to fully read the page of commands I had prepared for her. Most of it was standard protection clauses – no drawing attention to yourself by shouting for help, no communicating with anyone electronically about what was going on or where you where, no attempting to avoid or hurt me, don't feel frightened or uncomfortable around me, etc. But each of the fifteen girls had their own unique “persona” to engage in.

Having been infatuated with Sandra since meeting her at the coffee shop, I had decided that she was to play the role of my girlfriend who was organizing and coordinating the whole event this weekend. She would speak lovingly to me and believe that this whole set-up was something she had planned as a special gift for me, her wonderful boyfriend. She would check in on all the girls throughout the weekend and work with each of their characters to prompt them towards me when the time was right.

After finishing her reading, Sandra began familiarizing herself with my home, making sure she knew how everything should be set up, where to find what she needed, etc. As she did so, more girls began to arrive. Because of my commands, they were all quite punctual, with the exception of one woman whose cab driver had gotten lost. She was agitated and worried at arriving ten minutes late. But by 9:10, all fifteen women were in my apartment, spread out to various seats and corners, reading their instructions and starting to take on their character for the weekend.

Since most of their time wouldn't be spent with me, every lady was told to bring things to occupy her time. There would be movies to watch, of course, but some would have homework or things for their job. Others wanted to read or be online. Sandra made sure everyone was set up, that they all had what they needed, and that the atmosphere was relaxing and friendly. She was an excellent hostess.

As for me, I was as horny as I had ever been, looking around at all these beautiful women, knowing that at some point in the next 3 days I would be intimate with each and every one of them. For now, most of them seemed settled in to different spots, some on their phones, some chatting with one another, a few taking poorly hidden glances my direction. Due to their instructions, some of those glances were with curiosity, some with desire, some with confusion.

At around 9:45, as I was looking across the room as Jade engaged in conversation with red-headed animal lover Misty, I was startled by Sandra's delicate hand suddenly resting on my shoulder. Her dark hair tickled my cheek as she leaned in close and said softly, “Well, love, I think everything's all set. Are you ready for girl number 1?”

Falling into the role of the loving and thankful boyfriend, I turned my face towards hers and kissed her smooth cheek. “You'll always be my #1 girl, babe,” I said.

Sandra giggled, showing her bright white teeth, then pecked my cheek with a quick kiss. “And don't you forget it,” she warned. Then backing away a little bit, she spoke more seriously. “So how do you want to do this? You pick? I pick?”

“Why don't you go ahead and pick,” I said. “Just not... Jade or Angela yet. Save them for tomorrow.” Sandra looked at me quizzically. I couldn't tell her that I'd already been with both of those beautiful women.

“OK, lover,” she said with a hint of suspicion. “Go to your bedroom, we'll start there.”

I smiled and complied with restrained eagerness. I went into my room, got comfortable on my bed, and picked up a book I was sure I wouldn't be able to concentrate on. A few minutes later, the door opened slowly. I looked up and saw...