“Kelly Devers for the Director.”
“Good evening, Miss Devers, I’ve so much missed you. I will put you right through.”
The soft high pitched voice brings not recognition. It seems impolite not recalling a name, perhaps Kelly’s silent reaction considered somewhat aloof. But there were so many... so many to be cared for and nursed.
Before Kelly can strain with a reply, a ring indicates she has been immediately transferred.
“Kelly, long time no speak. Enjoying your retirement?”
At age thirty-five, Kelly knows the Director jibes, remaining somewhat offended by her resignation. And the perceived offense amplified when an offer of more money failed to change her mind.
“I’ve been building my practice, Director. Aftercare for dilettantes... those who occasionally place a toe into the hot water of D/s.”
“Many burned digits, I’m sure Kelly. And with your experience with branded flesh, I’m sure your expertise with burns is well appreciated. What prompts your call?”
“I have a client who... well... has immersed more than a toe. She’s dived in... and I am concerned. Quit her job and offers herself daily. And possibly not overly discerning to whom.”
“Goodness. Seems reckless. You’ve talked to her about Nusquam?”
Kelly immediately sniffs a trap, the Director clumsily attempting to gain an unwitting confession... a violation of her consulting agreement.
“I have not. The girl brought it up. Told her I could not talk about it.”
“And how is it she is aware of us?”
“David Lapierre. He offers her a weekly caning... and more,” Kelly’s sense of etiquette obviating disclosure concerning the condition of the Pattie LaMange’s ravished rectum.
“Yes, David will keep you busy, Kelly. He has his peccadillos, doesn’t he?” the Director rejoins with a snort. “But he should not be disclosing anything about our little enclave. He’ll have his membership suspended.”
“Nothing more than the name... the girl new nothing more than that I would be a potential source of information... which I have not been.”
“Good. We need to protect our privacy. I’ll speak to David on his next visit. Remind him of our congregational vows.”
“Of course, Director. But... well... the girl may in fact be a prospect. She’s young... well shaped... generous breasts... buttocks that indeed invite correcting rattan... and rather pretty... until I shaved her head this evening. You know how much the degradation seems to thrill them... complete hairlessness.”
“Yes, of course. And you would agree with my initial reaction?.. reckless?”
“Yes, I am concerned. David handles her well, taking the girl to her limits and not beyond. A perfect caning this afternoon. Evenly spaced... not a stroke crossing... no broken skin... and yet I imagine excruciating... and oddly welcomed. But there are others... that I do not know... unaware of their ultimate intentions. And what’s worse the girl is equally unaware... naive. She seeks in... in... well... in curious desperation.”
“And you say she quit her job? How is it she can support this... this praxis?”
“A recent inheritance. Apparently large enough to both support herself and indulge deeply. Transformed a second bedroom into part dungeon part medical clinic. When it comes to tormenting the flesh, there’s not much lacking in terms of devices, supplies and equipment. To my knowledge she has not been made to ride her horse. But she has installed one... a plank most scabrous inviting the soft pink of her neglected cunny.”
“Ahh... the horse. Slow, cruel and fascinating that she finds appeal. Well... send me measurements... and photos. You know the mandated poses. If she’s found to be adequate, and I’m sure she will be, you can offer the girl an overview of Nusquam. And make sure you make her aware of the protocol... that our novitiates succumb... totally... and from the real world disappear... never to return.”
“Of course, Director. I can have measurements and photos for you tomorrow. The girl has engaged me to visit daily.”
“I see. Well, if she can so often afford your fine care it must be an impressive inheritance, Kelly. That will mean quite the commission for you. Twenty percent... your retirement nest will be even more tidy. Do remind the girl... if she chooses to walk our path... she will leave all funds... all assets behind. There are no free riders here at Nusquam.”
“Yes, I will make her aware. Was that Robert answering your phone?” Kelly finally pairing a name with the soft high pitched voice. “His voice has changed.”
“I have denied him his hormones. I want him feminized. I think he serves better.”
“Yes, I suppose some do.”
As Kelly turns off the highway, the phone clicks, the Director abrupt as always. She considers. In thinking of the heiress Patricia LaMange and Nusquam, Kelly recal
ls her years of service there. Is she doing the right thing? Servitude at Nusquam begins as voluntary, but then?