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Jon & Jill by JK
Chapter One
Jon Folkkes was sitting in his office in the JF Air Services hanger at Love Field in Dallas Texas. He was bent over his desk busily completing US Customs forms. He had just piloted his Gulfstream 5 corporate jet air craft from Cancun in the Mexican state of Quintana Roo. He was tired. The instant coffee he was attempting to swallow was just short of being vile. He could hear the rain drumming on the hanger roof as he worked. He had just spend most of the night trying to dodge Hurricane Jill who was churning up the Gulf of Mexico. Looking out his office window into his hanger, he could see the rain water still dripping of his gleaming Gulfstream 5 The forecasters predicted the storm would come ashore near Matamoros, Mexico as a level Four hurricane. At least, the Dallas area was away from the main furry of this monster storm, even though heavy rain and wind was in the forecast..
Folkkes was nearly through with the Customs forms, but he would have to wait for the customs officer to come pick up the forms and inspect his aircraft. As he took another sip from his coffee cup, he heard a knock, a hard knocking at the outside door to his office.
‘Who the Hell could be banging on my door at six thirty in the morning,’ he thought.
Then Jon cursed to himself. Of course, he reasoned the Customs officer got here early. ‘Good, get rid of these damned forms, and the inspector, and then I can go home and go to bed.’
Jon Folkkes opened the offending door. A gust of wind blew past him, disturbing the completed customs forms on his desk. Standing in the door was Jill Combs. She was holding a rather beat up umbrella to ward off the storm. To further assist in that endeavor, Jill was wearing rather chic tan trench coat to keep the water off her.
:?Well, Jon, are you going to invite me in. You know it is raining out here.? she exhorted with a smile on her face.
?Uh, yes, come on in. I’m sorry. You surprised me. I was expecting the guy from customs. Sure come on in.?
Jon watched as Jill walked past him. She was a very delightful bit of femininity. Her dark brown hair framed her pretty face, with the creamy skin and bright blue eyes. Her rain coast was hiding a very well formed body. It was not long enough to hide her finely shaped legs. The high heel pumps she was wearing made her legs look even better. Jon quickly brought his mind back to the business at hand. Jill Combs was the chief accountant over at Deep Rock Oil, LLC, one of his regular customers.
Jon took Jill’s rain coat from her shoulders and offered her a seat. ?Have a seat, and can I offer you some coffee. It’s terrible, but it is hot.?
Jill declined, ?No, not right now, thank you. I just had a cup before I left the house.?
?What brings you out here on such a nasty morning,? Jon asked as he could hear the storm raging just outside his office..
?Well, I knew you should be coming in from Cancun, and I needed to get a check to you. .We have been doing a lot flying with you this month and last month, so I thought we had better get a check to you. My day is really busy today, so I thought I would get it to you, early.?
Jon looked at the check and responded with surprise, ?Wow, $600,000. It has been so busy, but, I didn’t think we had flown that much for you. Thanks. My pilots love to have a paycheck on time, not to mention the payment on the airplanes.?
Jon and Jill continued to talk, small talk. It seemed to Jon that Jill had something on her mind, and just could not say it. Finally, she appeared to summon up her strength and with a look of concern on her pretty face, she spoke her mind.
?Jon, can I ask you a personal question? If you don’t want to answer, I understand.?
Folkkes couldn’t quite figure out where she was going to with this, but he wanted see what she had on her mind. ?Sure, go ahead. What do you want to know??
A very serious look come across her pretty face when she asked, ?Why haven’t you ever asked me out, for a date??
Jon Folkkes was stunned to silence. That question was probably the last thing he expected from Jill’s pretty mouth. She was in her early to mid 20’s, and he is to be forty at his next birthday, some sixteen or seventeen years difference in age. He was sure she had a younger boy friend.
?Wow! When you say you want to ask a personal question, you meant really personal. I’m not sure how to answer that.?
Jill remained serious, ?Look, Jon, I know you are not gay, and I thought we got along very well. I have known you for well over a year and I have always liked you. We seem to enjoy each other, and at one time I thought you might be interested in me, but nothing ever happened.. So, I am curious, if you don’t mind.?
Folkkes sat there, almost bewildered, then answered. ?Well, let me be as direct as I can. I think you are beautiful, hot, even, but there is an age difference between us, and I thought you might be disgusted if an older guy asked you out. There is another reason, and this just might send you running screaming into the streets. I am into BDSM, bondage, discipline, sexual slavery among other things. Do you know what that means?
Jill answered, ?Yes?, I do. What does that have to do with us.?
?Hmmm, let me try this approach so you will understand. I am telling you this, and I will probably regret it. I really like you and I enjoy working with you. I sure don’t want that relationship to be damaged. So, here goes. I am dominant, and I want to be with submissive, very submissive women. I prefer my woman to be naked, in high heels, wrists bound behind her, and doing what ever I want her to do. She would be made to submit to what ever sex act that I desire. If she didn’t submit, then she would get a taste of my whip, or should I say, my whips. I guess I prefer a woman who would like to be my sex slave. I would have her carry some strands of rope in her purse so I could tie her up anytime I wanted. I have done things to, and with women that would land me in prison if she had not consented to what I do. I know the way I am, and the type of woman I prefer. I will be forty years old in about nine months. I like the way I am and I feel it is too late to change, even if I wanted to. Jill, I like you, really like you, very much, and you are a very beautiful desirable women, but, I think the best thing you can do is to get away from me, as far away as you can. Run?, run as fast as you can.?
They both sat there while Jill digested Jon’s words. Jon was wishing he had never said anything. He should have been rude and told her he wasn’t interested in her and let it be. He was not sure why he confessed his feelings to her. Maybe he was interested in her, making her his sex slave, although he felt it would be impossible. Jill sat there, seemingly in deep thought. At least she had not ran screaming out of his office.
Jill finally spoke, ?Well, you know how to speak your mind, but that is what I like about you. I don’t want to run away from you, Jon. I have been talking to a friend of yours over in Fort Worth, Sir Steven. I have known him for a while. I am submissive, very submissive, some would say, extremely submissive. A lot of men don’t understand what that means. When I date men who don’t understand, I feel empty and unfulfilled. I have pretty much given up dating. I met Sir Steven about a year ago, through a good friend. He has taught me about myself, and the world of submission, and dominance. I have submitted to Sir Steven a few times. He is the one who helped me understand who I am and what I am. He knows I don’t have anyone in my life, and he thinks I should have. He thinks I would be very happy with a man who dominates me. He really likes you and thinks you and I would be right for each other. I am not here to throw myself on your floor, begging to be beaten. I just know my personality, my desires, and I really like you, always have, and would like to know you a lot better. I have felt this way about you for some time. When Sir Steven told me about you, and your BDSM mind set, I just had to see where I stood with you. I?.uh?well?I guess that’s it. If I have made you uncomfortable, well, Jon, I am sorry. I just needed to let you know how who I am, I how feel about you.?
Jon smiled and replied, ?Last night I fought with a hurricane in the Gulf named Jill, now, right here in my office, I have another hurricane named Jill. This has got to be my day,?
Jill stood and reaching for her rain coat answered, ?Jon, I am sorry. I should not have put you in this predicament. I think I should go.?
Jon stood and grasped her arm, ?No, no, don‘t go. Sit down, please. I am sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. Look, I think you are beautiful, and yeah, I have always thought about taking you out, or what ever, but I know how I am, and I would only hurt you if you did not like the same things, or the life style that I like. I like you too much to hurt or insult you.?
Jill looked back at Jon, and said, ?So, what are you saying? Do you want me to go, or do you want me to stay, or even have a date with me??
Folkkes grinned, ?Boy, you are to the point aren’t you? Yes, I would like to see you. I would like to date you. I would like to see if we are compatible, could like each other. Now that you know what a sadistic bastard that I am, with your eyes wide open, do you want to go out with a sexual monster like me?
Jill chuckled, then kissed him on the cheek, and smiling, said, ?Yes, Sir, I really would. Why don’t you pick me up at eight, my place, tonight. We’ll talk over dinner, place of your choice. Now, I’ve got to run. I am due at an important meeting in twenty minutes.?
Jill kissed Jon on the mouth, a passionate kiss, and was gone, out the door of Jon’s office like a small hurricane, a very pretty small hurricane. A clap of thunder sounded as the door closed. Jon was all smiles. Then he looked down at his trousers and noticed he had a very large erection. His cock approved of Jill. He wondered if Jill noticed.
The telephone was resting on the corner of a well appointed antique desk. When it rang, Steven Mills looked up from a stack of papers he was working on. He smiled when he read the caller id., When it rang again he picked up and answered, ?Are you still flying or have your driven your damn plane into some mountain top and you are calling me to come and get you??
Jon Folkkes laughed and replied, ?Steven, you’re such an asshole. Wait until I get you in another airplane. You‘ll be begging to die.?
Both men laughed. They were old friends, and fellow practitioners of the BDSM arts. Both had known each other for years, and respected each other, even though their sense of humor was somewhat bizarre. Sir Steven had formed a BDSM, M/s group in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. He had invited Jon to come to the group meetings, and activities. It was at these activities that Jon Folkkes had met submissive women. He had dated several, but never found anyone he wanted to be with.
?Jon, my man, what can I do for you on the beautiful rainy and miserable Texas morning,? questioned Sir Steven Mills.
?Not much. I just have a conversation with a mutual acquaintance of ours, Jill Combs. It seems you and her have been talking?, talking about me.?
?Yeah, we were. Let me fill you in before you fly by and bomb my house. I have known Jill for at least a year or more. Somehow she learned of my proclivity for BDSM and the group I started. She was one troubled little lady. She had feelings, and desires that were scaring her. These feelings go back to her childhood. What it boils down to, she is a very submissive lady, in need of a master who knows how to appreciate her, and take her in tow.. Now, she is embracing who and what she is. She is drop dead gorgeous, and really gets off being helpless, tortured and being made to do unspeakable things.?
?OK, I understand that,? answered Jon, ?But how did I get involved??
?Well, I have worked with her, and trained her. I let her see what it was all about. She loves the life style. The problem is there are a couple of real jerks who would love to get their hands on her. I know they would use the Hell out of her, the cast her aside. This would destroy her. I think too much of her to let that happen, if I can prevent it. So, I thought about who would be a good match for her, and instantly, you came to mind. When I was training her, I learned that she worked with you. She admitted to me that she has one Hell of a crush on you, and has had for some time.?
Jon Folkkes replied, ?Look, Steve, face it, I can be pretty demanding and strict with a submissive. I would not cut her any slack. I think she is one hot lady, and I would demand a lot of her.?
?Yeah, I know,? Sir Steven said. ?I would expect no less, but you would not set about to destroy her. I think the two of you would be good for each other, and trust me, you will not be disappointed. Look, Jon, I have fixed you up with other submissive women in my group. None of them were right for you. Yeah, a couple of them were down right flaky. Jill is not. She has her head on straight, and could be a fascinating sex slave.?
Folkkes paused, then answered, ?OK, I’ll see what she is all about. I’ll let you know. I get the feeling I am going to owe you a beer, and maybe a steak to go with it.?
Mills replied, ?Yeah, I think that is highly probable. Make mine a New York cut, medium rare, with a cold glass of MGD with it.?
One minute to 8:00 PM Jon Folkkes parked his Ford F-150 4X4 pickup in front of Jill Combs townhouse. He stepped from his truck and walked to the front door. He was impressive looking , Texas style. An open neck dress shirt, brown corduroy blazer, a pair of boot cut Wrangler jeans, and a brown pair of Justin calf skin boots. His silver belt buckle resembled a small Roman war shield. As he put his hand out to touch the door bell button, the front door opened and Jill Combs was standing there with a smile on her face. She was magnificent. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was beautiful, framing her pretty face and killer blue eyes. She was wearing a tan silk blouse, and a brown leather mini skirt. Her high heel pump shoes were also made of matching brown leather, setting off her nude colored stockings, exhibiting a great pair of legs. He quickly realized, from the way her breasts were moving, slithering around under her silk blouse, she was not wearing a bra. Her unleashed breasts seemed almost too large for her trim body size, but he admitted, that was all the better. They seemed firm and her nipples were pointing straight at him. Jill Combs was one amazing looking woman. He could feel his rebellious cock stirring.
?Well, Mr. Folkkes, what brings you to my neighborhood,? a smiling Jill asked.
Jon smiled back, and replied, ?I think I have an appointment for dinner with the lady of the house.?
Jill, with a exaggerated Southern drawl, answered, ?Well, Sir, I do believe you are correct. Shall we go??
They walked out to Jon’s truck and he helped her up into the cab and the seat of the truck Jill’s short leather skirt slid up her thighs, affording him a magnificent view of her fantastic legs. Jon had to admit Jill legs were about the best he had seen in a long time. He could imagine tight ropes wrapped around those pretty ankles and her exposed thighs. His cock agreed. The high heel pumps she was wearing made Jill’s legs look even better. His cock agreed. He thought it was significant that she did not bother to pull her skirt down after she was seated. His cock really agreed. He climbed into his truck, fired up the engine and pulled away. His cock was still at full attention.
As he pointed his truck towards Drago’s Steak House. He could not help notice just how short her skirt really was, and how much of her was on display. The hem of the brown leather skirt was nearly up to her pussy. She was wearing stockings with elastic and lace around the tops. He could see a bit of the lace. Her legs and thighs were on full display. It was then he noticed her blouse. It was made of silk, and tailored to her. There were no buttons on the blouse above her nipples. While he could see the outline of her nipples in the fabric, he could see the slopes of her breast through the open blouse. The blouse seemed to be designed to show as much as Jill’s breasts as is possible. Jill was magnificent, and his cock agreed, again.
Jill spoke first, ?Well, Mr. Folkkes, where are we going to dine this evening.?
She had turned him, causing her blouse to open a bit more, displaying even more magnificent breasts. He soft pretty red lips were in a perfect smile.
Jon cleared his throat, and replied,, ?Well, I thought you might like a private table at Drago‘s. I know the owner and he assures me of the best food, excellent wine, and the utmost in privacy.?
Jill chuckled, ?Well done, Sir. Sounds absolutely wonderful.?
The conversation was light on the way to the restaurant. He thought Jill was the most beautiful creature in all of creation. He wondered why he had not attempted to go out with her before now. Oh, well, they are together this evening, and he was ready to make the most of it. This could be one of the best evenings he had experienced in a very long time.
At the front entrance of Drago‘s, he turned his truck over to the valet. The way the valet was gawking at Jill, he was afraid the kid might wreck his truck On entering the restaurant they were greeted by Peter Drago, owner of Drago‘s After a short conversation between Jon and Peter, they were shown to a table in a rather dark and secluded corner of the restaurant. Jon ordered their dinners and a bottle of Mondavi Merlot was poured into crystal goblets. The wine was simple, but with grace and pleasant attitude. Jon raised his glass to Jill, and made a toast.
?Lady, let me drink to you, and your beauty. You are magnificent,? he intoned.
Jill smiled, and replied, ?Thank you, Sir. You are magnificent, yourself. I love it when you wear your western boots, jeans and silver belt buckle. That is a good look on you.?
Jon acted shy and replied in an exaggerated Texas drawl, ?Well, maam, down here in Texas, a pair of Wrangler jeans, a pair of Justine boots, along with a silver and turquoise belt buckle is considered formal wear. I wanted to impress you.?
Jill giggled, reaching out to touch his hand and answered, ?You make me proud, Sir.?
The conversation was light until the dinner was finished. Both Jon and Jill were having an after dinner brandy when the conversation became more serious. They talked about Sir Steven, and Jill’s training as a submissive.
Jill told Jon about her training with Sir Steven. She had gone to him at the insistence of a girl friend. She told how Steven had explained the pleasure and excitement of BDSM and Master and slave relationships. He had introduced her to other sex slaves. She learned about their lives and what their Masters required of them. She loved it. She could imagine the fulfillment of all the thoughts and fantasies she had harbored all these years. She even submitted to Sir Steven. He had bound her, whipped and tormented her, even made her suck his cock and submitted to be fucked by him.
Somewhere she had divulged that she worked with Jon, or at lest her company did business with Jon Folkkes. Under the pressure of the whip, she admitted that she had a tremendous crush of Jon. Steven worked hard to put a plan in motion for Jon and Jill to discover each other, and perhaps Jill becoming Jon’s sex slave. So, here they were, talking about just those matter.
It was obvious that Jon needed to take this conversation to a higher level.
?Jill, I warned you about me. I think I need to talk about what it would be like if you and I were an ‘item’.?
Jill smiled over her glass and replied, ?I would love to know what life would be like if you and I were an item.
Jon smiled back, and continued. ?First, I think you are an incredible beauty. I also think you are a very intelligent person. You are impressive. I also love the fact that you are a submissive. If you and I were together, to the outside world we would be just another very happy couple. You and I would know different. You would be my sex slave. I would decide what you wear, and when. You need to know I love bondage. In particular, I love predicament bondage where you could be tied up in a very exposed and helpless situation for an extended period of time. It is a turn on to do that. I think whipping a beautiful lady is decided a turn on. Every man remembers the first woman he whipped. I hope I am not putting a scare into you. I really hope you are not ready to run screaming to the door. But, you need to know who I am, and what I am.?
Jill sat for a moment, and answered, ?Jon, I know who I am, and most of all, what I am.. Sir Steven has told me about you, and your tastes. I am totally fascinated by what he has told me. I have no problem with what you have said. Everything you have said excites me, more than you know. I am not sure how to express this, but being bound helpless to another person, is very scary and very arousing. I suppose the thought of what my happen to me is arousing. See, I don‘t know how to explain it, but I know how I feel.?
Jon smiled, and spoke again. ?Steven was right. You are incredible. Look, I won’t belabor the point. I would expect we would have a public life, travel, shopping, the theater, visiting friends, but, our other life is as much, or more important. I would expect you to be my complete, abject naked, bound and gagged sex slave. I am talking to you like this because I think you and I know what we want. Sir Steven has paved the way for us. I think sexual submission becomes you. Yes, I would like for you to be submissive to me. Your sexual slavery would totally fascinating.
There, it was out there. Jill needed to make a decision. Is this what she is looking for, or did she need to call the police to guarantee her safe passage from the restaurant and back to her home? Jill decided she wanted the former.
?Jon, I would like to try to be everything you said.. I would like to make you happy. It might not work out, but I think it could. I really have a thing for you and would really like to try.?
Jon, leaned over and kissed her pretty red mouth and offered, ?Why don’t I settle our bill, and let’s go back to my house for a night cap.?
Jill smiled coyly, kissed him again, and replied, ?Sir, I think that would be wonderful.?
As they walked out of Drago’s, Jill with her arm around Jon’s arm, hugging his arm and pressing her breasts against him. She felt very secure with Jon Folkkes, and glad to be with him. She thought he would be a magnificent master. She did wonder what he would demand of her. She did not want to disappoint him.
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