The Inheritance - 5 - Denouement
Kirina reached over to the wall, and took down a white terry cloth robe. It was similar to one she had at home, but this one was of a much higher quality. It felt thick and soft.
"Do you realize just what sort of legal cliff you are teetering on?" Kirina stated to the man.
He could only shake his head.
"Do you ever check identification when someone enters?" Kirina questioned, staring ahead.
"B-but, you entered with a key..." The man grasped for an answer.
"That sounds like more of a security issue." Kirina noted. "And, I don't think you are in a position to argue at the moment. Just how many keys are out there? Who has them?"
The man who had been in control of Kirina for the afternoon now found himself pale and shaking. His knees were actually trembling.
Kirina then looked to the young woman who had just entered. "You, please take advantage of the salon. Have them do your hair, and nails. You'll still be paid. I have a few other tasks for you once they're done. Please make yourself comfortable."
Kirina then turned to the man. "Strip."
At first, the man stood in stunned silence. Then slowly, he bent to take off his shoes and socks. His belt was next, then the buttons on his trousers.
"This isn't a strip-tease." Kirina smiled, echoing the words the man had said to her earlier. Kirina enjoyed watching the man as he took off his clothes. In a few moments, he stood before her naked.
Kirina noticed a length of jute cord the photographers had nearby. She fashioned it into a loop, made a simple noose at the end, and secured it around the man's balls. The fibers of the hemp cord had a raw feel, particularly when Kirina gave a firm pull. "Room number 5, please."
"But, I don't have a key for room 5!" The man protested, his nutsack gently tugged forward.
"I believe I do." Kirina answered calmly. "Oh, and please carry my box of things."
Kirina opened the door for the man, who then took a left turn down the hall. Kirina took the cord from behind the man, who was now carrying the box of Kirina's clothes, and her purse. He had a bit of a waddle to his gait, as the leash lifted his testicles up and back. She felt like she was walking a dog.
Room number five was at the end of the hallway. The door was made of wood, unlike many of the metal doors in the rest of the facility. '#5 - Private' read the sign on the door.
The man set down the box, and Kirina reached into her purse for the keychain. The key to #5 fit perfectly.
Kirina did not expect what she saw next.
While it wasn't an exact reproduction, the room was very similar to her Uncle Max's home. The front room looked much like his living room, with a leather couch and carpeted floor. Kirina noticed a framed photo of Max and herself on her graduation day. A small kitchen was off to one side, with a dining nook. A bedroom and bath were on the other side. This room also had windows, giving a surprisingly nice second floor view of the nearby downtown area. Max had used this apartment as his 'home away from home'.
Kirina sat down on the couch, and reached into her purse. She took out a brush, and began to brush her hair. It was a bit of a nervous habit, one she often used to calm and collect herself.
"You." Kirina said with a simple nod. "Come forward."
The man took short steps to her, unaware of what to expect.
Kirina thought about spanking the man with the brush, but that could wait until later. His cock hung down from a patch of blonde pubic hair. It wasn't long ago the man had made Kirina beg to suck him.
Kirina used the brush first on the man's crotch hair, fiddling with it and fashioning it for fun. She then took the stiff bristles, and drew the brush down over his cock. He moaned, and his cock began to jerk a bit. Kirina then lifted the bristles up harshly along the underside of his penis. It was evident it hurt a bit, so she did it again. The man was getting harder. Then, she brushed his balls, which were still caught in the jute noose.
"Turn, please." Kirina ordered.
The man turned, and Kirina pulled the cord back, tugging the balls to the rear, his cock pointed down.
"Wrists behind." The man obeyed. Kirina took the cord, and secured his wrists only a few inches from his balls.
'Ingenious.' Kirina thought. The man looked a bit comical, his shoulders back and his dick pointed straight down.
Kirina laid back on the couch, opened up the robe, spread her legs, and moved her bottom down to the edge.
"Lick." She ordered. "I want you to honor me in a very special way. In fact, I believe you should beg to lick this pussy."
While it was uncomfortable to stand, it was even more uncomfortable to kneel - but the man did so anyway. "May I please lick your pussy, Ma'am?" The kneeling man whimpered.
"Oh, you can do better than that." Kirina laughed.
"Please, Ma'am, may I please lick and kiss your pretty pussy, please, Ma'am."
"You may." Kirina smiled. "Kiss it first, like a good boy."
As the man began to kiss her nether area, Kirina continued to address him.
"After we leave here, you're going to take me to accounting, and have someone go over the books with me. I need to see simple property and company values, annual income and expenses, and so forth. A little gentler, now. Yes... Tongue inside... I'm also going to have that young woman who's getting her hair done take you back down to that boy in Room #2. I'll instruct her to have you suck the boy hard, and beg him to give you a nice, thorough buggering. Yes, lower. That's good. Right on my rear hole. Yes, up and down, up and down. Put your tongue in. Deeper. yes, like that... Oh, and the woman in Room #4 - I simply must meet her... Do you think asking for an autographed photo would be too much?"
The man didn't answer, fearing what might happen if he were to stop licking.
Kirina then simply laid back, and let the naked man honor her. She closed her eyes, rubbed a nipple, and reflected on the day.
Kirina knew that through the photos, she had now been seen naked around the world. There was no way to take the photos back. She had masturbated a young man, then sodomized him with a strap-on dildo. She had licked a woman's pussy for the first time - and discovered that it was surprisingly pleasant. Kirina had been on the receiving end of a flogger, and used cane, paddle, and whip on a woman of international fame.
There would be no turning back the clock, or pretending she could go back to being the same woman she was before. All that had changed. But thanks to her generous Uncle Max, she was now very much in control of her future.
-POSTSCRIPT -
Kirina's boyfriend was outraged at first, but his attitude changed quickly when she showed him the financial reports of the company she now owned. The first couple of weeks were awkward at times, but gradually they grasped the concept. They're still together. Their sex life is still a bit vanilla, though the boyfriend is warming up to a few new ideas.
They stayed in their little apartment while they had Max's house renovated. Nothing major, just updating the kitchen appliances, new curtains and carpet, and a few upgrades in the bath. They could have moved into a bigger home, or built, but they are quite happy living in Max's simple home. They're able to travel a lot, and have enjoyed seeing the world.
Kirina's church hasn't been left out. The church boasts a new nursery, and a shelter for homeless women is now under construction. Kirina tithes regularly, and still attends service every Sunday morning when she's in town.
Additional security measures are now in place at the facility. The website has expanded, with several more online venues catering to different clientele around the globe. The staff members are seeing bigger paychecks, and enjoying a variety of benefits. There's talk of expanding operations to two new countries next spring.
The 'man' still works for Kirina. He manages the maintenance division of the corporation, works with the board of directors, and acts as one of Kirina's 'personal assistants' when needed. He was offered a lucrative government position last year, but declined.
Kirina and the 'Woman in #4' hit it off well. Turns out, she was a big fan of Max before she hit the bigtime, and Max even helped her out in several ways during those early days to assist in making her dreams become a reality. Kirina stays in touch with the woman regularly by phone, and has an open invitation to backstage passes and other events. Sometimes, they just like to meet for ice cream.
"Do you realize just what sort of legal cliff you are teetering on?" Kirina stated to the man.
He could only shake his head.
"Do you ever check identification when someone enters?" Kirina questioned, staring ahead.
"B-but, you entered with a key..." The man grasped for an answer.
"That sounds like more of a security issue." Kirina noted. "And, I don't think you are in a position to argue at the moment. Just how many keys are out there? Who has them?"
The man who had been in control of Kirina for the afternoon now found himself pale and shaking. His knees were actually trembling.
Kirina then looked to the young woman who had just entered. "You, please take advantage of the salon. Have them do your hair, and nails. You'll still be paid. I have a few other tasks for you once they're done. Please make yourself comfortable."
Kirina then turned to the man. "Strip."
At first, the man stood in stunned silence. Then slowly, he bent to take off his shoes and socks. His belt was next, then the buttons on his trousers.
"This isn't a strip-tease." Kirina smiled, echoing the words the man had said to her earlier. Kirina enjoyed watching the man as he took off his clothes. In a few moments, he stood before her naked.
Kirina noticed a length of jute cord the photographers had nearby. She fashioned it into a loop, made a simple noose at the end, and secured it around the man's balls. The fibers of the hemp cord had a raw feel, particularly when Kirina gave a firm pull. "Room number 5, please."
"But, I don't have a key for room 5!" The man protested, his nutsack gently tugged forward.
"I believe I do." Kirina answered calmly. "Oh, and please carry my box of things."
Kirina opened the door for the man, who then took a left turn down the hall. Kirina took the cord from behind the man, who was now carrying the box of Kirina's clothes, and her purse. He had a bit of a waddle to his gait, as the leash lifted his testicles up and back. She felt like she was walking a dog.
Room number five was at the end of the hallway. The door was made of wood, unlike many of the metal doors in the rest of the facility. '#5 - Private' read the sign on the door.
The man set down the box, and Kirina reached into her purse for the keychain. The key to #5 fit perfectly.
Kirina did not expect what she saw next.
While it wasn't an exact reproduction, the room was very similar to her Uncle Max's home. The front room looked much like his living room, with a leather couch and carpeted floor. Kirina noticed a framed photo of Max and herself on her graduation day. A small kitchen was off to one side, with a dining nook. A bedroom and bath were on the other side. This room also had windows, giving a surprisingly nice second floor view of the nearby downtown area. Max had used this apartment as his 'home away from home'.
Kirina sat down on the couch, and reached into her purse. She took out a brush, and began to brush her hair. It was a bit of a nervous habit, one she often used to calm and collect herself.
"You." Kirina said with a simple nod. "Come forward."
The man took short steps to her, unaware of what to expect.
Kirina thought about spanking the man with the brush, but that could wait until later. His cock hung down from a patch of blonde pubic hair. It wasn't long ago the man had made Kirina beg to suck him.
Kirina used the brush first on the man's crotch hair, fiddling with it and fashioning it for fun. She then took the stiff bristles, and drew the brush down over his cock. He moaned, and his cock began to jerk a bit. Kirina then lifted the bristles up harshly along the underside of his penis. It was evident it hurt a bit, so she did it again. The man was getting harder. Then, she brushed his balls, which were still caught in the jute noose.
"Turn, please." Kirina ordered.
The man turned, and Kirina pulled the cord back, tugging the balls to the rear, his cock pointed down.
"Wrists behind." The man obeyed. Kirina took the cord, and secured his wrists only a few inches from his balls.
'Ingenious.' Kirina thought. The man looked a bit comical, his shoulders back and his dick pointed straight down.
Kirina laid back on the couch, opened up the robe, spread her legs, and moved her bottom down to the edge.
"Lick." She ordered. "I want you to honor me in a very special way. In fact, I believe you should beg to lick this pussy."
While it was uncomfortable to stand, it was even more uncomfortable to kneel - but the man did so anyway. "May I please lick your pussy, Ma'am?" The kneeling man whimpered.
"Oh, you can do better than that." Kirina laughed.
"Please, Ma'am, may I please lick and kiss your pretty pussy, please, Ma'am."
"You may." Kirina smiled. "Kiss it first, like a good boy."
As the man began to kiss her nether area, Kirina continued to address him.
"After we leave here, you're going to take me to accounting, and have someone go over the books with me. I need to see simple property and company values, annual income and expenses, and so forth. A little gentler, now. Yes... Tongue inside... I'm also going to have that young woman who's getting her hair done take you back down to that boy in Room #2. I'll instruct her to have you suck the boy hard, and beg him to give you a nice, thorough buggering. Yes, lower. That's good. Right on my rear hole. Yes, up and down, up and down. Put your tongue in. Deeper. yes, like that... Oh, and the woman in Room #4 - I simply must meet her... Do you think asking for an autographed photo would be too much?"
The man didn't answer, fearing what might happen if he were to stop licking.
Kirina then simply laid back, and let the naked man honor her. She closed her eyes, rubbed a nipple, and reflected on the day.
Kirina knew that through the photos, she had now been seen naked around the world. There was no way to take the photos back. She had masturbated a young man, then sodomized him with a strap-on dildo. She had licked a woman's pussy for the first time - and discovered that it was surprisingly pleasant. Kirina had been on the receiving end of a flogger, and used cane, paddle, and whip on a woman of international fame.
There would be no turning back the clock, or pretending she could go back to being the same woman she was before. All that had changed. But thanks to her generous Uncle Max, she was now very much in control of her future.
-POSTSCRIPT -
Kirina's boyfriend was outraged at first, but his attitude changed quickly when she showed him the financial reports of the company she now owned. The first couple of weeks were awkward at times, but gradually they grasped the concept. They're still together. Their sex life is still a bit vanilla, though the boyfriend is warming up to a few new ideas.
They stayed in their little apartment while they had Max's house renovated. Nothing major, just updating the kitchen appliances, new curtains and carpet, and a few upgrades in the bath. They could have moved into a bigger home, or built, but they are quite happy living in Max's simple home. They're able to travel a lot, and have enjoyed seeing the world.
Kirina's church hasn't been left out. The church boasts a new nursery, and a shelter for homeless women is now under construction. Kirina tithes regularly, and still attends service every Sunday morning when she's in town.
Additional security measures are now in place at the facility. The website has expanded, with several more online venues catering to different clientele around the globe. The staff members are seeing bigger paychecks, and enjoying a variety of benefits. There's talk of expanding operations to two new countries next spring.
The 'man' still works for Kirina. He manages the maintenance division of the corporation, works with the board of directors, and acts as one of Kirina's 'personal assistants' when needed. He was offered a lucrative government position last year, but declined.
Kirina and the 'Woman in #4' hit it off well. Turns out, she was a big fan of Max before she hit the bigtime, and Max even helped her out in several ways during those early days to assist in making her dreams become a reality. Kirina stays in touch with the woman regularly by phone, and has an open invitation to backstage passes and other events. Sometimes, they just like to meet for ice cream.
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