Bernard Jacobs looked out of his bedroom window with his normal smug, conceited look upon his face and smiled to himself. Well it could be argued that he had a lot to be ‘smug’ about, after all. He’d recently turned eighteen years of age, and therefore had legally become an adult. But in his case there was a far more significant factor involved in attaining said age, it meant he was now a VERY wealthy young man. Although the source of this wealth was still, somewhat painful, for the young man.
Bernard, or Bernie as he was commonly known, had been fifteen years old when a real selfish pig had decided that he could drive safely after spending an afternoon in the pub drinking heavily. Of course, it turned out that he couldn’t, but tragically this fact didn’t become clear until he’d lost control of his own vehicle, colliding with that of Bernie’s father. And Mr Jack Jacobs did NOT climb out of the wreckage of his own car alive. Jack had been a VERY successful businessman, he owned his own company that was very profitable and worth a great deal of money. Bernie’s mother, Lydia, having NO head for business, sold on the family’s personal share of the company giving her a large income that would enable her to live out the rest of her years in REAL luxury. As if that wasn’t enough, because Jack had died young, and in very good health the Life Assurance pay-out was also extremely generous. And there was plenty of money for Bernie too, he had a substantial trust fund set up in his own name by his late father, and having turned eighteen he now had access to it.
In all fairness to him he didn’t rush out and start ‘blowing’ all of his fortune, Jack Jacobs HAD planted a sensible acumen for business and spending money wisely inside the head of his son. For instance, although he’d passed his driving test before his eighteenth birthday, he didn’t rush out immediately to purchase a ‘tasty’ motor straight away, determining to keep his present car, which was basically new and certainly no ‘old banger’ although NO performance model, until he was a little older, and had built up some ‘no claims bonus’ with the insurance companies. THEN would treat himself to a real ‘beauty’ in a few years’ time. There was no point in rushing out to buy a house either, he was an only child and clearly would inherit the large, expensive ‘family home’ when Lydia herself passed on.
Naturally he hoped that particular event would not occur for many years to come, but in a few days’ time he would have the house to himself and was looking forward to the prospect with glee. Lydia had decided to treat herself to a two month long Caribbean Cruise, First Class of course, and the ship sailed from Southampton Docks, the day after tomorrow. Although his mother and he were close and got on very well, she could ‘dampen’ his style a little, especially when it come to the matter of the ‘opposite sex.’ Maybe with Lydia out of the way, he might just get to spend some time with a female or two, without his mother interfering, and this was the thought that had led to that aforementioned smile. As things turned out he was due to receive far more ‘close time’ with a couple of girls than he’d anticipated, or planned, and from a highly unexpected source!
For you see there was another facet in life that he had inherited from his late father, disrespect for women. Now that didn’t mean that Jack was cruel towards Lydia, no far from it, his father had never once physically assaulted his mother, or had any type of affair behind her back. But Jack ‘wore the trousers’ in their relationship, make NO mistake of that!
For the one thing that he controlled ABSOLUTELY was money. Yes he was often very generous towards his wife, and once the company became successful Lydia never did a day’s work ever again, but she always had to ask Jack for money to buy the things in life she desired. Whilst the answer was almost certainly ‘yes’ he kept this power over his wife until the day he died. Lydia, to a large extent, was simply a ‘trophy’ wife, for she was stunningly gorgeous and sexy, and Jack loved having her on his arm. And there’s another thing, sex. It was ALWAYS performed in the manner of Jack’s choosing, both in the timing of when it occurred and also in the nature of their couplings.
Another thing that Jack loved nothing more than to do, was to make his wife dress up in her finest lingerie, then tie her securely to their marital bed, where he would shag her VERY vigorously for some time. Although he was extremely careful NEVER to hurt Lydia, and ALWAYS paid due attention to her safety and welfare, IF he was in the mood for bondage, she WOULD end up ‘confined to bed’ whether she wished for it, or not. Whilst he was NEVER cruel, so the ‘dancing’ in their bedroom was always to her husband’s ‘tune.’ And, unbeknown to either of them, Bernie was FULLY aware of their ‘single direction tie up games!’
So as far as the young Bernard Jacobs was concerned sex was a matter of the male pleasing himself while his female companion did as she was told, and put up with it. Now Lydia had been perfectly willingly to accept this state of affairs, but most of the modern female population, quite rightly, were not. So one time when Bernie was dating a young girl named Kate, he bought her back to his place, with the intention of enjoying some bondage sex with her. What could be more natural he thought, isn’t this just what his dad had done to his mum for all of those years? And he succeeded in capturing Kate, taken by surprise and with Bernie being far stronger than her, he achieved his aim of tying her arms and legs to his solid bedposts. Leaving her adorned in her stockings and suspenders, he proceeded to shag her several times, before finally listening to her cries of anguish and untying her. To be amazed that she claimed that she had NOT enjoyed the sexual action at all, and that she NEVER wanted to see him again! He actually was quite astonished, he HAD been careful NOT to physically hurt her and hadn’t, well in HIS mind anyway, abused her. What the hell was she moaning about? No, seriously, he REALLY couldn’t see what he’d done wrong.
But just as he simply dismissed the whole matter, Kate most certainly had not. She turned to her two best friends, a pair of sisters named Claire and Laura Matthews and confided in them.
And they decided amongst the pair of them that young Mr Bernard Jacobs needed to be ‘put into his place,’ he needed to be taught a lesson, with Claire and Laura working out that the pair of them should be his ‘teachers.’ After all they were perfectly located to do so, for the house where they lived was right next door to that of Lydia and Bernie Jacobs. And so, they drew their plans against him!
In many ways Claire and Laura represented how Bernard regarded women in general. Both of them were in their mid-twenties, and whilst neither was at all ugly, so too neither of them could be classed as stunningly sexy, and didn’t attract male attention easily. Which was definitely the case with young Bernie. Sure, he didn’t go out of his way to be unpleasant to them, and if either of them greeted him, he’d respond. But that was the point, one of them had to initiate ANY interaction, he simply saw both of these girls as part of the background, as it were. To almost be ignored, certainly the conceited young man NEVER took them seriously at all. Well, that state of affairs was going to end, and sooner than young Bernie thought!
Maybe it was pure co-incidence, but there were some similarities within the two households. Both of them had suffered from the loss of the ‘Alpha Male,’ just as Jack Jacobs had died far earlier than anybody expected, so too had Claire and Laura’s father, Edward, or Ed as he was known, perished after a fateful cardiac arrest. But whereas the remaining Jacob family members were extremely rich, the Matthews were just comfortable. Indeed Lisa, the sister’s mother, had needed to earn money, and she did so by setting up her own successful little business, she was a ‘Dominatrix, with her own ‘chambers’ in the Matthews family home basement. This is where Claire and Laura planned to bring Bernie once they’d kidnapped him. And they’d be able to do so without interference from Lisa, she’d also gone on holiday with her latest conquest, a male more Claire and Laura’s age then her own, who she’d first met as a ‘customer’ of hers!
Lisa and Lydia had become great friends and it from ‘eavesdropping’ on some of the conversations between the two women, that Claire had obtained the required knowledge of how to enter the Jacob’s home in order to capture her prey.
A couple of nights after Lydia had left for her cruise, the sisters struck. Heavily disguised, wearing leather outfits, including masks that made identification virtually impossible, they broke into the Jacobs household, and using the information Claire had learned, swiftly made their way to Bernie’s large and luxurious bedroom.
He was completely taken by surprise as the two of them burst in! Still groggy, it was easy for Claire to grab hold of his body, holding it tight, while Laura pulled his two arms together, and there was a ‘clicking’ sound as she fastened a pair of solid and secure handcuffs around his wrists. “What the hell is going on?” Bernie finally managed to utter as a bag was placed over his head completely removing his power of sight. “Your worst nightmare,” spoke a soft female voice. “YOU ARE OURS!”