CHAPTER 17

Chapter 17 – departure Four more days pass and with each one another of the girls is left in awe of The Man’s skill as a sexual partner, his ability to ejaculate so much and so often, the luxurious outfits they have been given to wear – however briefly, and the total sexual abandon which they have come to accept as normal during their time in the mansion. Now it is time for their departure. The Mistress arrives in the dormitory with the last of the Chosen Ones from her night with The Man. Today she is dressed not in provocative lingerie -well perhaps, but if she is it is not on show – but in the silver grey suit she had worn when they arrived. The girls are told to dress in their own clothes again but they may pack one dress and their Chosen One lingerie set to take with them when after breakfast they are taken back to their hometown. The six girls are on their own in the dining room where they are served a hearty breakfast to tide them over on the long drive back home. They collect their luggage and The Mistress takes them to the entrance hall where The Man is waiting to bid them farewell. As they go outside to the limousine The Mistress hands the chauffeur the case with the girls’ mobile phones which he had collected at the start of their journey. As on their trip to the mansion, the back of the limousine is almost totally blacked out so they can have no idea of their route and no idea of where they have been. Back in the mansion staff begin a comprehensive clean-up while The Mistress goes to her office where she quickly strips to the waist before replacing her silk blouse without the tight bra she never needed. She quickly interrogates the girls’ phone accounts, deleting all stacked calls and leaving a message timed for their arrival back in the town – ‘You have been in a restricted area for the past few days. Any incoming traffic will have been blocked and deleted. Normal service is now resumed.’ The chauffeur’s case was indeed a Faraday Cage and the phones will have been ‘dead’ for their time away. The Man enters, clad only in untied robe and boxers, his hand cradling the pouch. ‘Dear God! These sessions are wonderful but I fear they may be taking a toll on me. Maybe we should go down to four next month?’ ‘We’ll see,’ The Mistress says, ‘now let me get the Uncle Forest’s Magic Lotion for pussy’s best friend.