Sandy

I am glad, and my heart thrills. Will she stay? Will she be my friend, one that stays. The others are wonderful, and would do anything I asked, but... they leave eventually. I guess it is what it is all about, freedom to choose. But...
someone to stay here with me.
"You are welcome to stay and help. Max actually is the one who would give you chores if you want. There is always something around here to do." The next step is the one that scares them off, and causes them to think we are freaks.

"Tonight you met Max and maybe a few others later. Please don't be alarmed at what you might see. Nudity, sexual expression. nothing is forbidden here, well. Not much. But another thing. You will always be monitered, always. Nothing recorded, unless you request it. But for your safety and ours we will be watching always. We have to protect each other from those who might hurt anohter being. Hurt them with pain, not sensation. There is a difference. You can explore anything you want here, or not. But you must be accepting oof what you see, or hear."
 
Ok, Now I am in a dream world. I will finally be accepted. "You are joking with me?" I question. Watching her expression, I realize she is not.

"I want exactly that. I want to be free in every way. And as far as watching me, I am freely here, I have nothing to hind, and I would never hurt someone willngly."

I watch her eyes. They seem to smile at my words. "I wish to stay, though I am afraid," her eyes seem to sadden as I pause, "that I may never wish to leave if this is how you say."
 
Jack O'brian

It seemed I had been waundering down this beach for days, My throat was dry and my feet sore Where did I get so lost I wondered this wasn't like me usually I could handle situations like this it was just that after I got out of the Navy I knew no one had no where to go, so I just waundered. I looked in a pool of water left by the receeding tide and saw my reflection, blond short hair, blue eyes staring back at me, my uniform dirty and ragged I shrugged my broad shoulders and looked down at my lanky figure my stomach was gaunt I couldn't remember the last time I'd eatten I gazed around. Up on the hill if I can just get there I stumbled along, one step at a time, one more step, my head is spinning I'm almost to the door.... everything goes black....
 
Max walks in the room and looks at us. "There is a sailor outside the door. He looks like he is lost, but he passed out before he rang the bell. Should I bring him in?"

I stood up, then looked at Magda as she nodded her head. I went to watch this beefcake bring in the man. Max laid him on the couch, and I rushed over and checked his vitals. He is still alive, but he looks dehydrated. Get him some water and a cool cloth. His body temp feels too high.

Max gets the things I requested as I brush the man's hair. "It will be ok, stranger, we will get you back on your feet." I take the clothe and rub his forhead gently with it, leaving it there to cool him. I fan him with a magazine I had found on the coffee table.

"This is all I really know to do, Magda. What else do we do?"

I hold his head, soothingly talking to him hopeing he will wake.
 
"Take him to a room and let him sleep. Get him an iv, then boys know what to do." Having watched her, her touch soothing his rest. If you could call it that. he looked familiar, as if I should know him. But he was gaunt, sickly, and dirty. I take her hand and lead him out.
"If he has not improved in a few hours, they will take him to the hospital, but he should be okay." Something about hm calls to me. Shaking my head clear I take her next to the pool. Decadence. The house is filled with subtle decadence. Any and all things are here to delight and enhance the stay.
"You must know dear." Taking her hand. "If you see anything you need, or have ideas on how to improve let us know. We hsare everything here. Everything." Looking into her eyes. Her beauty so fresh and clear.
 
I felt her sadness and wanted to touch her to let he know that I would be here. "I don't have more than myself to offer, but I will help in any way I can. If you need anything, even if it is to talk, then I will be here." I say reaching out to cup her face in my hand.
 
She was sweet, so astute.

'Thank you." Nuzzling her hand, then pulling back. How about a swim? Or a soak in the hot tub? I have some kinks in my back from working out earlier. Care to join me? Or just want to wander?"
 
Jack

The three of them return to the room where, they stand next to his gaunt figure on the bed Max has removed his dirty clothes but he still looks like hell, his blond hair disheaveled his face smudged with sand.He sleeps somehwat peaefully his breathing deep and steady. I don't think we have to worry, the tall elegant woman comments. Some sleep and a shower and a good meal and he'll be fine she gazes down his tall, trim, well muscled body, barely concealed by the thin sheet.

Why do I feel I need to take are of these strays, she wonders.

Suddenly he moans and his body begins to shake.Max reaches to hold him but he remains ridged his hands and feet straight down as if they were tied.
His head tosses from side to side and his hips move up and down spasmicly. he maons again and begins to speak uninteligently at first his eys are open staring vacently into space His lips try to form the words he's trying to say

G.e..tt.t these ropes of..f m..e now Oh for the love of Zeus let me go... the...music it's driving me insane.. the voices so lovely I must go to them. Let me go!

His body continues to thrash and his hips raise up tremblinge as if in an orgasmic spasm. His eyes glaze over.

" Who are you Sandy says softly moved almost to tears.

His eyes open Is that you Athena? save me please save me. Don't you know me I am Ulyssus adrift on the sea,....lost.... save me.

Maxs' big black arm raises, his hand open strikes the sailor across the face. His body goes limp and his vacant eyes become alive again.

Where am I? what is this place? am I home?

Sandy asks again... who are you? he smiles my name is Jack yes my name is Jack. and who are you all of you. thank you. I think you saved my life. I am indepted to you all. God I'm hungry!
 
"I am Sandy, This is the beautiful Magda and this is Max. They, we all live here thanks to Magda. Welcome Jack."

Looking up to Max and his beautiful body, "Max, do we still have more food for the newcomer?"

"Yes, I think I can get something. I will be right back." Max says as he starts to leave. I look back at Jack, my hand still rubbing his hair. "We will get you some food, and clothes so you can shower. You will be safe here."
 
Jack

I stand up rather shakily at first, but getting my balance I gather the sheet round me and go to the shower. They are so kind and caring here I feel like I belong somewhere finally after roaming all my life As I scrub my body I think about them.

The tall regal Magda, so beautiful in a haunting seductive way, her eyes are caring but they are wanting too But I'm willing to give whatever I can offeI feel so at home. Max he is the anchor that holds it all together here. His body demands attention and his way is compelling, steadfast.

Sanyd A light, blithe spirit. Her very presense excites me, her innocent but knowing face intrigues me. If she could teach me to be carefree and joyful as she, my stay here will be all that I would desire. I find a robe in the closet and putting it on, feel the smoothness of the silk against my skin. white with a little gold embridery around the edges, long and flowing with billowed sleeves. I look in the mirror and and am reminded of a greek statue... but god I need a shave I rub my fuzzy chin and head out to eat a most wonderfull feast prepared on the veranda in the sun with my new friends. I look over at Sandy and think... the name Athena not knowing why, imagining a garland of flowers in her hair.
 
I watched the man, as he ate. He seemed to look at me with a confused look. "Jack, is there something you need? You look at me as if you are lost."

I smiled, "Magda and I were gonna go swim or sit in the jacuzzi. Would you wanna join?"
 
Jack

The food is so good and when I finish I stand and bowing my head,. Take each one of their hands and kiss them softly.Thank you my friends and yes the hot tub sounds good. My bones ache from sleeping on the ground so much.

I follow politely behind them....
 
I get to the hot tub and drop my sarong. I didn't even think of grabbing a swim suit, but I watched as Magda stripped as well and we stepped in.

The water was warm. I loved the way it felt on my skin, making the part of me sticking out get goose bumps.

I smiled at the others, watching as they settled into their spots.

"SO, Jack, tell us of yourself. If you want that is."
 
Jack

When we are settled in the tub I notice again my beautiful compainions magda with ehr tanned skin looks like a native only her hair gives her away Long and auburn it sways gracefully as she moves her head her contenance is one of wisdom and experience with a hint of courious childnessness and a wistfull yearning.

Sandy courious as a cat wants to know about me and I am flatered most women would rather talk about themselves.

First I must tell you about my dream the one I was having when you were watching over me. As you know by the uniform I was wearing I was a sailor and I supose that was part of the reason for my dream In my dream I was Ulysses from homers' odyssy.

I was tied to the mast going past the Island of the sirens. they were singing to me making me go crazy with lust. As I had instruced my crew they were not to let me free no matter how I suffered and what delerious suffering it was. After we passed I felt a sharp sting to my face and I woke up to see you, Sandy. I thought You were Athena The wise goddess and you were there to save me perhaps you were. Is this place called Ithaca by andy chance is this Ulysses home?

As for my past I have none.All I have is my future. I smile as the jets from the hottub circulate the hot water around my weary bones and I gaze out at the ocean which seems so far away. now.
 
The man talks and wanders while he relaxes. I wonder about him. About his story, his past.
But it is not my way to ask. he is welcome as long as he is respectful, and does not mind pitching in. His body relaxes more as the ehat seeps into him. I watch his eyes, scanning the horizon, as if looking for something, lost and gone.

"Jack." Touching his hand. "You are welcome to say here a bit. Till you feel better, or feel like leaving. Your past is past. There is only the future for all of us."
I get out and wrap myself in a towel, knowing they are both watching me.

"You two stay for a bit, but don't overdo your firtst time. It is seductive, the water, the heat. But it can sap your will, and strength. Especially you Jack." And I wander out. it is meditation time, sunset. Max meets me and we slip effortlessly to lotus, on the terrace where she and I sat before. The setting sun lighting our bodies. We are nude, as nature inteded us. he so easily slips into trance, it is only after several minutes follow. My heart slowing, my breath deepening. The tension of the new arrivals seeping out and dying with the day.
 
Jeremiah "Jerry" Fforbes

Jerry glanced out of the window towards the deck and hot tub. Max was with the Mistress again, and he was jealous. Sure, Max was a stud, Jerry knew that from what the girls at school had said. But he was just like the others. He would leave her. Not Jerry. Jerry had been raised by a butler to one of the English Dukes, and had always thought he wanted a life different to that. That was before he started working for the Mistress. He would do anything to be with her, even continue to fail courses at school. But she had not, so far, shown the same interest in him as in the Jamaican stud.

Jerry once again found himself regretting that he had learned subservience so easily from his father. That was another place he differed from Max. He would do anything for the Mistress, or her guests, but could never put himself forward. He silently cursed his family, and Max, and realised he was almost burning the blouse he was ironing. He pulled his mind back to what he was doing and focused. Perhaps tomorrow, the Mistress would have use for him again.
 
I felt his hand on me as he pulled away. His kiss on my forehead. Letting him go to his duties.

But he shook me a bit. Okay. pulling myself out and opening my eyes.

"I must leave a bit Magda. My people need me." I smile, reaching out and touching his face.

"Go then dear. I shall see you when I see you." Then closing my eyes again, knowing when I open them, he will be gone. It is Max' way. I do not ask any of them to stay, or go. it is their life, and i share what they want with me.

In a minute the wind has picked up, as it does here on the island. A storm is brewing. I stand,my hair whipping around me, the wind fighting at my body. Turning I see him watchign me again, then his head ducks and I know he is blushing.

Dear Jerry. So terribly shy, and jealous. Didn't he know the fire that burned in him? I into the kitchen and poured a drink of juice, and one for him. Then found him, pressing my clothes.

"Jerry." A whisper so as not to startle him.
 
I sat and looked at Jack. He was a handsome man. A sailor. I wondered if he would stay around long. I knew I had plans to stay with Magda but she said people come and go as they please and maybe he had somewhere to be one day.

The wind changed, blowing my curls around everywhere. "Jack, it is beginning to look mean out here. Maybe we should go inside." I stood as if to go in and my foot slipped making me fall back into the water and into his arms.
 
Jack

I catch her as she falls into my arms feeling the softness of her skin against mine.

Furtively I glance towards the french doors leading to the kitchen. I can see Magda talking to Jerry as they share a glass of juice.

I want to hold on to this feeling I'm having, holding this girl in my arms but I'm not sure if Magda would approve, so I move away.

Yes you're right maybe we should go inside I help her over the side and try not to think about how good it would have been to hold her just a little longer. I shiver as I watch her towel herself off the light catching her wet smooth skin. I stoop and hand her her sarong our hands touching for a moment.I look in her eyes seeing a connection there, and think.... two lost souls. Perhaps here we can find the peace we're searching for. I follow her into the kitchen.
 
Jeremiah "Jerry" Fforbes

Jerry took the proferred glass. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, his British accent radiating a tranquil calmness he didn't feel inside.

He met her eyes for but a moment, enough to drink in her dazzling beauty. He could drown in those eyes and die a happy man, but that was not his right. To stare at the Mistress would be a social challenge to one in a superior social class. Due deference was but to meet the eye enough time to show respect.

"Ma'am, there is a storm coming. I will ensure the outbuildings are secure... is there anything else you need?"
 
I start to head in with Jack, my mind lingering on his genle touch. As I open the door I hear Jerry saying a Storm is coming in. "Do you want me to help? I can start earning my keep now."
 
"Ma'am, there is a storm coming. I will ensure the outbuildings are secure... is there anything else you need?"

But before I can reply yes, you. You in my arms. Not tender and shy but bold. yet, he woudl not be Jerry if he was not so shy, a darling.

But before I can respond I hear the others, and their offer.

"Yes, can you help open all the windows upstairs. Max has left for a time, so it's just us four. Jack, do you feel up to helping? You need not. Max made sure the outer buildings were set. it is just here in the house we must watch. Then, what about a hit or miss late night snack? We raid the fridge and watch a movie in the main living room. Have a fire if it grows chilled." I knew Max, knew what he woudl have done. And knew Jerry well enough that there were plenty of snacks in the fridge. "Oh, this is Jerry. jerry this is Jack and Sandy. Jerry can show you the way around upstairs."
Finishing my juice I purposefully set it on the counter, knowing Jerry was watching. he needed to relax more. I also knew he would immediately, yes, there.... pick it up and wash it. What a handy darlig. Wandering what else he would do if I pushed him.

"I will just peek around here." leaving Jerry to show them the way.
 
Jeremiah "Jerry" Fforbes

Jerry nodded as the Mistress introduced her two guests. Would they be new servants, or would they simply be guests? Well, that was not for him to know unless the Mistress wished him to. He led the way upstairs and showed them around the rooms: the Mistress's bedroom, rich and beautiful; the guest rooms, still larger and far more elegant than any found in most houses; the bathroom, with a bath large enough for three persons, bidet, self-cleaning lavatory and more; the second upstairs lavatory; his own room, bearing discrete memories of England; and the rest. People were always surprised at just how wealthy the Mistress was, to be able to afford such a place.
 
I had quickly made the rounds downstairs. Yes, Max had set everything up.
Then into the kitchen, pulling out bits of this and that from the fridge. Bottles of wine, juice. Heating water for tea. The house was set for a storm. Then I slipped into a sundress, one that laced down the front. Wondering more and more about Jerry, for it had been ironed. he was sweet, darling, sexy, damn sexy. But he didn't seem to know it.
Maybe this time I should break my rules, and ask him questions. No Magda. He must blossom on his own.
But a nudge won't hurt. Leaving the top of the lacing undone, so it would slowly slip open through the evening. Busily I laid out everything for a buffett. Taking chocolates, fresh fruits and sweet crackers into the front room. If there was a storm I wanted to watch it from there. The wide window overlooked the ocean and would give us a beautiful show.
 
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