The Remittance Man

This story is authored by Jimmy, please send comments and appreciation to Jimmy




I was a remittance man. My billionaire father lived in the Philadelphia area. The last time he was proud of me was when, after graduating third in my class from a fancy New England prep school, I was accepted at Yale.

Unfortunately, I drank, gambled and womanized a little too much and I failed to successfully complete my freshman year. After I flunked out of Yale, Dad got me into an obscure college in New York State, whose name I will not tell you, to save it embarrassment. I flunked out in one year there too.

Dad then got me a series of boring low level clerk jobs, which I couldn’t keep.

He called me into his large spacious office and said, “Son, I love you, but I despair of making a man out of you. So this is what I’m going to do: You are going to live in Southern California. If you will stay away from here, I will send you a check for $15,000.00 every month and $20,000.00 on your birthday. You can pick out a car and house worth up to half a million dollars which I will pay for and own but will be yours to use as you see fit. You should be able to live very comfortably on $200,000.00 a year. You can gamble, drink and chase broads to your heart’s content.”

“Thanks, Dad. I’ll be a remittance man.” I remember his laugh. “I guess so, Jimmy. Maybe, at your leisure, you can make a man of yourself, although frankly I’m not going to hold my breath or hang by my thumbs.”

And so, I moved to a suburb of San Diego where I chose a nice house and a sleek Cadillac. That was eight years ago, when I was 22 years of age. I realized that I needed to have an answer if some girl asked me what I did for a living. “I have an investment business with my office in downtown San Diego.” Actually, I did, but nothing ever got invested there.

I generally managed to avoid taking my girlfriends over during working hours. At night, they saw a large office with filing cabinets and secretaries desks all very businesslike.

About six years ago, I met Danielle. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. (Think Jennifer Love Hewitt, the “ghost whisperer”) I fell in love with her and she fell in love with me. I asked her to marry me and she agreed. I was invited to her parents’ home for dinner.

I felt that her father was suspicious and even a little bit hostile, “Jimmy, if you wouldn’t mind, would you please tell me about your business? Where do you invest? And who are your clients?” I had always known that sooner or later I would be asked questions like this. I was prepared. “I’m really sorry, Sir, but I cannot answer that. I have promised my clients confidentiality.”

“I understand.” He said, coldly. I was pretty certain that he was not satisfied. “If you don’t mind my asking, where did you go to College, James?”

“I went to Yale, Sir.” “Oh, that’s very good Jim! Class of ?” I pushed it back a few years to make it consistent with the time I arrived in San Diego.

As I was leaving and we were kissing on the front door step, I said under my breath, “I don’t think your father likes me.” She laughed and said, “Oh, nonsense! He just feels it’s a Dad’s duty to grill a boyfriend to protect his daughter.”



After we kissed and she closed the door, I pressed my ears to the door to hear the conversation. I heard Danielle say, “Oh, Mom, Dad, don’t you think he’s wonderful?!” I heard her father say, “I’m not too sure that ‘wonderful’ is exactly the word I’d use.” I heard her mother say, “I can’t put my finger on it, but there is something about that boy that doesn’t ring true.” At this point I left.


One evening after working hours, I indulged my fiancée by taking her over to my office, which was spacious and impressive. Suddenly, without warning she opened a filing cabinet and then quickly another and another.


“Empty!” She screamed, bursting into tears. “Mom and Dad (sniff) were right.” She said, through tears, “You’re a phony, a loser. You’re (sniff) probably a remittance man!”

“No, no! You don’t understand. I wasn’t allowed to tell you the truth! I know how this sounds, but I’m an undercover agent for the CIA. This office is a front, a cover to hide my true identity.”

“My Dad came by here during working (sniff) hours. It was as dead as it is (sniff) now. He checked. You didn’t (sniff) graduate from Yale. There is no greater (sniff) fool than a woman in love. I thought there must be (sniff) an explanation. But the empty filing cabinets (sniff) were an inescapable (sniff) jolt.”

“I never said I graduated from Yale, I just said I went there. And why can’t you believe me about the CIA?”

“You must think I’m a moron and maybe you’re right. If this were a CIA cover there would be people working here during working hours and there would be at least junk in the filing cabinets. Now Jimmy, would you take me home, please?”

As I drove her home, I confessed. “Alright, I admit it. Your parents are right. I’m a phony, a loser, a remittance man. I most humbly apologize for my pathetic effort to deceive you. But I love you so much! Oh, please give me another chance! Please! I beg you!”

“No, Jimmy, (sniff) I can’t marry a man I don’t love, and I cannot love a man I don’t (sniff) respect.”

I said, “My heart is broken!”

She said, “Mine (sniff) no less than (sniff) yours,”




From then on I avoided love. I wanted girls who would love my wallet and my cock, but not me. My life went on as before. It was easy and pleasant on a day by day basis. I awoke around 9:00 to 9:30 AM each morning and I walked, biked or drove to my heart’s content. I even took long leisurely train rides.

I went to bars in the afternoons and watched television and went to movies in the evenings. I read fiction and nonfiction voluminously. I was an intellectual, albeit an uneducated one.

If I took a real job, I would have had to show up from 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM every weekday. I remembered as a child hearing one of my parents’ servants saying, “If you don’t have an education, you will work by the sweat of your brow.” No thanks! I’ll pass!

I took a couple of college courses as a special student, but what the professors wanted me to read were not what I wanted to read and so, although I was passing, I dropped them.

Many people would have said that I had the perfect life, but despite the dreariness of work and school, they had what, since Danielle, I knew I could never have, what was most precious to them: A family with wife and children. And, speaking of children, what kind of a father would I be? What would it be like to have a father who was a remittance man, a father for whom the child could have no respect?

My only friends were ‘buddies’ in the bars and girls I had sex with, people I couldn’t share my interests with. There were times when I thought I must be the loneliest man on earth. I was not a happy man.




My brother David was 32 years old, three years my senior. His lovely wife Sonia was a year younger than I. David was at least a College Graduate, having graduated from the State University of New York at Buffalo. Thanks to Dad, he did have some money. Dad made no effort to pretend that he had any pride in David or me.

Our oldest brother Michael, two years older than David, was another story. He refused Dad’s help in going through college. He went through M.I.T. (the Massachusetts Institute of Technology) on an Air Force ROTC (Reserve Officer’s Training Corps) scholarship. He majored in Meteorology (the weather). The Air Force staked him to a phD.

David and Sonia visited me about once a year. They didn’t tell Dad, because they thought he wouldn’t like it. I took them out to dinner. “David,” I said, “You seem somber!”

“Yes, Jimmy, let me tell you what’s going down Back East!” During the summer, when Dad’s outdoor swimming pool was open, Dad was relaxing in a recliner chair by the pool, in which swam a very young blond woman wearing the briefest bikini bathing suit David had ever seen. Her behind was completely bare with a string between her buttocks.

She jumped out, with a very broad smile on her young face. She was, according to David, extraordinarily beautiful. (Think Kelly Kelly female WWE wrestler). She was blond with blue eyes and she was almost six feet tall. “Oh, you must be David and Sonia. I’m Abigail, Abby for short, your Daddy’s nurse.” As she ran over to him her employer stood up with a towel. She took his seat and he knelt down in front of her and started to dry her lovely legs.

Sonia grabbed a chair and brought it over for Dad to sit on. “Oh, thank you, Sonia! But Nurse Abby prefers that I be on my knees.” “Why?” “She’s afraid that if I’m too comfortable, I won’t be as attentive to her body as she wants me to be.”

Sonia could hardly believe what she was hearing! She wanted to scream, “What is he, Bitch, your fucking slave?” But she didn’t. This woman was a fearful threat to David and her. What if Dad left everything to her? And where would that leave little old remittance man, me? As Dad wiped her luscious white thigh, he couldn’t resist kissing it.

Abby giggled, “Oh that was naughty. If you do that again, Mommy will spank little Ray!” “Oh, I’m sorry, Nurse Abby,” Dad groveled, “Please forgive me! It won’t happen again! Oh I love you so much!”

David asked, “Dad, may Sonia and I go in swimming?” “Of course you may, but first put on bathing suits.” But before they could leave, Nurse Abby said, giggling, “No wait a minute, Darling! Wouldn’t you like to see them swimming fully clothed?” “What? You’re not serious!” “Oh, but I am! Please make them, Darling! Oh, please?!”

“Sonia and David, would you please indulge my crazy nurse and jump in with all of your clothes on?” David shrugged helplessly. He and Sonia started to empty their pockets, but Nurse Abby said, “No, guys, don’t empty your pockets. Put it all back. Oh and don’t jump in! Jump off of the high diving board, one at a time, ladies first.”

When David came up out of the water, he started to swim toward the nearest exit, but Nurse Abby said, “No! Swim to the front of the pool and then to the back and then to the front again and then maybe I’ll let you get out.” Actually she made them swim back and forth a second time and then she let them out.

Sonia and David put on their bathing suits and put their clothes in the drier. They had a very pleasant dinner. No-one said anything about what all four of them knew was foremost on the mind of Sonia and David: Dad’s will! As they were departing, Nurse Abby said, graciously, “I apologize for making you swim with your clothes on. I guess I’m just a wacky little broad. We all love Big Daddy Ray and he loves us. That should bring us all together.” She hugged Sonia and David together.

David backed off, bowed and kissed Nurse Abby’s hand.



As I heard all of this, I realized that I was in great danger. If Dad left everything to his nurse, she might cut off my monthly $15, 000.00 and my annual $20, 000.00. She would own my house and my car. I would be truly bereft! I realized that I needed to see my Dad. I called my oldest brother Michael and I explained my worry to him. He said Dad would probably be in California at some time fairly soon. He promised to let me know.



Before that happened, I got a call from David. Dad and Nurse Abby were wed. I wept. “I (sniff) wasn’t even (sniff) invited to the wedding.” “No-one was. Don’t feel badly, Jimmy. It was a very private simple wedding. I know that Dad loves us, all of us!”



Several months later, I got a call from Michael, who told me that Dad would be at a branch office in Chico California, about a day’s drive by car. I drove up and found the most expensive Hotel. Sure enough, Dad was there. I called him.

“Hello?” “D-dad, it’s me, Jimmy!” “J-j-jimmy? Is it really you? This isn’t a practical joke is it?”

“N-no, Dad. It’s little old remittance man, me.” I paused. “I-I’d like to see you, Daddempoops.” With that old nickname he knew I was who I said I was. I heard him choke. He was crying, as was I. “Wh-where are you, Son?” “Right here in this hotel, Dad.” “There’s (sniff) a little coffee place (sniff) down there. I’ll be with you (sniff) in a moment.”

He was. When he saw me, we rushed to each other and hugged, both of us with tears in our eyes. “How long has it been, Son?” “Dad, It has been almost (sniff) ten years. I’ve been and still am a remittance man.”

“Please tell me about your life, Son. I (sniff) do love you. (sniff)” I told my father everything, probably more than he wanted to know. He listened without tears until I told him about Danielle. We both broke into tears when I showed him her picture and said, “My heart was broken. I’m a cripple, Dad. I’m a cripple. I will never be able to live a normal life.”

We were both silent for a while. My dad told me about his life. He had serious health problems, including a heart attack and several strokes. He put his hand, affectionately, on mine and said, “Son, let’s be honest with one another. I know why you are here.” He paused. “You are worried about my will, aren’t you?”

“Yes Dad. I’ll get right to the point. If you leave everything to Nurse Abbey, your wife, she will own my house and my car and at her whim I would be sleeping on grates.”

“So, what do you want me to do, Jimmy?”

“Dad, I want you to fix my annual $20,000.00 and my monthly $15,000.00 and give me the house I live in and the car I drive. I don’t ask for anything more than that.”

“You said you were a cripple. I don’t agree. But if I give you what you are asking for, you will be locked into your present tragic situation for the rest of your life. Then you really will be a cripple. I realize now that I have been a terrible father to you. I should never have made you a remittance man. I should have thrown you out and made you learn to fend for yourself. But I was selfish: I did what was most convenient for me. In my will, I’ll do what is best for you, not necessarily what you want. As long as I live, things will remain as they are now.”

As was inevitable, I got a call from David. “Jimmy, Dad is dead. The funeral is day after tomorrow. We will leave from the mansion, the family home.” “Am I allowed to be there, David?” “Yes, Jimmy. The widow Abby specifically said she wanted me to tell you that she wanted you there.”

“Does this question surprise you, David? What about the will?” “Dad made a video tape just a couple of weeks ago. It will be played at home after the funeral. Dad will tell us the will, then.” “Good! I’ll be there with bells on.”

“I won’t tell Abby you said that. She might make you wear bells.”



At the funeral, I was introduced to Abby. I could see that she was beautiful even though she was drenched with her own tears and was covered from head to toe in black. In heels she was taller than I. As she hugged me she said, “Your Daddy really (sniff) loved you, Jimmy. I (sniff) think what he wanted most from you was forgiveness (sniff) for ruining your (sniff) life. Oh please forgive him Jimmy! Please!”

“He didn’t ruin my life.” I lied, “I’m quite happy with my life!”

After she left to talk to and receive sympathy from other’s I heard David’s wife Sonia say, “Oh, look at that performance! That Bimbo should be in Hollywood! Who does she think she’s fooling?” She did a sarcastic imitation, “Oh, Jimmy, please forgive him.”

David said, “I don’t think we should judge her.” I said, “I looked into her eyes at very close range. I think she’s for real!” Sonia said, “Oh you men are so stupid!”



After the funeral we went back to the mansion in which I grew up, waited on hand and foot by servants. In the main room was a gigantic TV set. It was managed by Terry Bradford, Dad’s Executive Vice President and arguably his best male friend. Terry was a big man in his thirties, six foot four, muscular and heavily built. He started the tape.

There stood Dad, who said, “If you are watching this, then I have already gone on to my reward or punishment as the case may be. This is the part you have been waiting for. I cannot take my billions with me. So here is what I’m going to do.” He took a glass of water and drank it slowly. He had a wry smile on his face. He was teasing us. He put it down slowly and said, “Terry?”

Terry came on to the screen, standing next to Dad, “Thank you, Sir. You are a great man. You took a fortune and multiplied it more than a hundred fold. You generously offered to include me in your will, but I urged you not to. When we met, I was a lowly stock boy. I didn’t have two nickels to rub together, but now I have a net worth of more than $11,000,000.00.”

Dad said, “Okay, I love you Son. I’ll do what you want. I’ll leave you nothing but my love.” “It’s mutual, Sir.”

He stepped aside and my oldest brother Michael stepped up to the plate, looking resplendent in his Air Force uniform. Dad said, proudly, “This, in case you didn’t know him, is my eldest son Michael, actually Dr. Lieutenant Colonel Michael, or is it Lieutenant Colonel Dr. Michael. I never gave him squat. I wasn’t unwilling, but he wanted to make it on his own. Son, I don’t have the words to express my pride in you or my love.” Michael, with tears in his eyes, hugged and kissed our Dad, who said, “I wanted to leave you and Gloria a few bucks, but true to form you said no. You thought I should leave the few bucks to charity, to help poor people or medical research or something like that.

My beautiful, brilliant daughter in law, Michael’s wife, Gloria, is the head of my legal team and attorney for my estate.” As he spoke, Sonia twisted her pretty face into an ugly sneer.

Michael descended to his knees and kissed our father’s hands and then he left. I had never seen a man kiss another man’s hands before.

Dad stood alone from here on. “These two men and my beautiful daughter in law, Gloria are, in addition to their other strengths, most importantly, good people. They are good hearted!

The latter can truly also be said of my two younger sons, David and James and my other beautiful daughter in law, David’s wife Sonia. Unfortunately, unlike the first three who are strong, the last three are weak. I want to be very clear about this: I don’t love them any less because of this. In my will, I am not giving them what they want, but what in all honesty I think they need. I truly believe that sometime in the next two decades, Sonia, David and Jimmy, you will thank me.

Jimmy, I want to speak directly to (sniff) you. I made you into a (sniff) remittance man. That was (sniff) unforgiveable. I (sniff) deserve to be (sniff) struck down. I won’t know peace (sniff) in the afterlife until you get down beside (sniff) your bed and forgive me in (sniff) your prayers. Please (sniff) Jimmy! Oh please, (sniff) Jimmy!”

Dad wiped his eyes and took another drink of water. Perhaps what followed was recorded separately later because he was not weeping. He said, “I love two women. At this moment I’m probably on my knees begging my beloved Sylvia for her forgiveness for what I did to Jimmy, who was 12 years old when she died.

My last days have been wonderful, because of my love for my beautiful nurse, now my widow. For a 25 year old, her wisdom is incredible and it has been very comforting to me.”

I heard Sonia say, under her breath, “Oh, please! Give me a break!” As she spoke, my Dad was saying, “And now for the punch line. I leave all of my earthly goods, yes everything, to my beloved wife Abby.”

There it was! My worst fear was realized!


Sonia walked up to Gloria and said, “Congratulations, Bitch, but I have some bad news for you. This will is not going to stand!” “Oh, isn’t it really?!” Gloria said, coldly as Abby walked up. “Does the name John Lavery mean anything to you, Bitch?” “Yes, he’s a very fine attorney, What about him?” “He’s my attorney, Bitch. Oh and he’s also my brother. We’re going to get a court order to exhume and do an autopsy.”

“Wh-what, you silly little woman?” “We suspect foul play.” Who, I wondered, was “We?” Abby then said, calmly, unemotionally, “Do you think I murdered Ray, I poisoned him?”

“Yes, Abby, That’s what I think!” It was at this point that a cat fight began. Gloria slapped Sonia’s face with full force. Sonia recovered quickly and punched Gloria in the face. The fight continued briefly until my two brothers grabbed their wives and pulled them apart.

Abby spoke calmly but loudly and said, “Gloria sit here. And you Sonia, sit here.” They both obeyed immediately. I was amazed, and terrified, by Abby’s amazing, easy, display of power.

Gloria said, “I think I can stop her from getting an autopsy.” Calmly, the grieving widow said, “No, Gloria, I don’t want you to do that.” “What? Miss Abby, you want an autopsy?!” “Of course I do. Do you think she’s the only one who suspects me of murder? Think! A fairly attractive, in all modesty, young female nurse marries a multibillionaire old enough to be her grandfather and less than a year later he dies. Suppose in addition she has him cremated before he can be autopsied. What would people think?”

“Who cares what people think? You’re free and clear and you have the money and power.” Miss Abby replied, “I care what people think.”

Sonia burst out laughing, “I thought to be a lawyer you had to have a brain. Oh, my! What a dumb lawyer.” She laughed some more.

“I’ve had just about as much of this awful little woman as I can take.” “No you haven’t, Gloria!” Miss Abby said, sternly, “You will sit there calmly until I say otherwise! Won’t you?” “Yes, Miss Abby.” Gloria replied humbly. “You will too, Sonia!” “Yes, Miss Abby.”

Miss Abby said, “None of you are permitted to have an orgasm.” She was looking directly at my bulge. She gestured with her finger for me to approach her, which, of course, I did. Gloria said, “On your knees, Boy.” “Yes, Miss Gloria,” I obeyed.

Calmly, pleasantly, Miss Abby said, “Are you afraid of me, Jimmy?” I gulped. “Yes, Miss Abby. I’m shaking in my boots!” “Why?” “If you win, you will own me, Miss Abby. I will be your slave!” “Yes you will be. And, Jimmy, I will win!” She held her hand out. She wore black gloves that bared her thumb and her fingers which I kissed until she withdrew them.

Miss Abby said, “I’m a little nurse in charge of a multibillion dollar international conglomerate. I have a lot of homework to do, under the direction of the brilliant and handsome Terry Bradford.” If that was supposed to make me jealous, it certainly succeeded.

Miss Abby went on. “Ray left me with another responsibility which was important to him and so it is important to me. It is to repair little Jimmy, the remittance man. I cannot do both at once and so, Gloria, although you have done so much for me already, I would like you to take Jimmy in hand for me until I’m ready for him. I’ll pay you $100,000.00 a month. Oh please Gloria?!”

“Miss Abby, It will be my pleasure. No pay.” I glanced at Gloria from my position on my knees. She was rubbing her hands and grinning from ear to ear. Miss Abby said, “No pay, no Jimmy. If you won’t accept the money, you won’t get the job.”

“Okay. You win. You drive a hard bargain.”

Sonia said, “Miss Abby, don’t you think Jimmy needs love.” “Sonia, he needs discipline and love, and he will get both from me.” “What about you, Bi…unh Gloria?”

“He’ll get discipline from me, but love? You must be kidding. Love this little waste of space remittance man? He is a worm! Aren’t you Jimmy?” “Yes, Miss Gloria.”

“Miss Abby, do you really want to leave this poor man whom you claim to love in the hands of this sadistic bitch?” “Yes, I do Sonia. She’s going to break him in for me.” Gloria laughed, “Oh, I’m going to break him alright.”

I had never been so frightened. I was perilously close to orgasm.



At the court hearing, Judge Henry Epstein said, “The results of the autopsy clearly show no evidence of foul play. Do you wish to continue, Mr. Lavery, or are you satisfied that the will, as written is valid.”

“The plaintiffs wish to continue, your honor.” If we won, Miss Abby would get half and each of the three sons would get one sixth. So if we won I would get a little more than $2,000,000,000.00. If we lost, I would have $0.00 and I would be a slave.

Judge Epstein said, “What is your case based on, Mr. Lavery?”

“First of all, your honor, like most wills, this one begins with ‘I (name) being of sound mind, do hereby, etc. Plaintiffs believe that he was not of sound mind.”

“I see, and you did say, ‘First of all.’ What else do you think you have?”

“Your honor, she used deception in getting him to marry her!” “Oh? Tell me!”

“She pretended to love him!” “That’s it?” “Yes, your honor. That’s it.”

“Mr. Lavery, you and I are close personal friends, are we not?” “Your honor, I flatter myself that we are!”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” “Of course not, Your Honor!” “She deceived him into believing that she loved him?! Oh, please! Give me a break! Your only hope of winning is to prove that the old codger was not of sound mind! That’s it! That’s all you have!”

I was very worried!

Miss Gloria spoke up. “Your honor, perhaps it would save the court’s time if we presented some evidence right now.” “Okay with you Mr. Lavery?” “Okay with me, your honor.”

Within two days before Dad signed the will and made the tape, Gloria took him to three psychiatrists, all of whom certified him as being of sound mind.

Our attorney called David and Sonia to talk about the meeting in which they were forced to swim fully clothed. Our attorney said, “This shows that this young nurse had a Svengali like influence over the poor old man.”

“Are you both ready for closing arguments?” They both were.

Mr. Lavery concluded, “So there we have it. This unscrupulous beautiful young nurse seduced a dying, vulnerable elderly billionaire into leaving her everything in his will and not a nickel for the three sons who loved him.”

Miss Gloria concluded, “Your honor has heard the tape on which my father in law explained his reasons for deciding as he did. According to the law, he was entitled to act as he chose. Learned counsel for the plaintiff has no case.”

Judge Epstein said, “Indeed he doesn’t. Jack, I’m looking forward to our next golf game which you will probably win, as usual. But here, I don’t win but you do lose! The will, as written and recorded on tape stands.”

Gloria punched the air and said, “Yes!” Michael smiled and Abby embraced and kissed Gloria.

Gloria and Michael started to approach us, but Miss Abby said, “No. Come back here. The winners don’t approach the losers. The losers approach the winners.” With one finger, she summoned us. “We all will meet in my living room at 7:00 PM tonight.”

Sonia asked, “What if it’s not convenient for us?” Abby said, “Gloria? Would you field this one, please?” “I will with pleasure, Miss Abby! David and Sonia, I understand your week financial situation. This unscrupulous little nurse has not written you off. You would be very foolish to antagonize her.”

“I understand! I’ll be there. That was just a hypothetical question.”

At home, Miss Abby said, “Gloria and Sonia, you are both older than I am and you are both my daughters in law. I love you, Gloria and I want to love you, Sonia. I want you two to kiss and make up. Sonia, get down on your knees in front of Gloria and apologize to her and beg for her forgiveness.”

Sonia was plainly not happy as she descended to her knees in front of Gloria, who was smiling triumphantly. “I-I’m sorry G-glori…” Gloria interrupted, “Miss Gloria!” “M-miss Gloria, I apologize for being rude t-to you.”

“Am I a bitch, Girl? If not what am I?” “N-no, Miss G-gloria, you are a beautiful l-lady.”

“And what about you, Girly, are you a bitch?” “N-no.”

“Y-yes! Say so, Girl” Gloria screamed!

Trembling, and whimpering pathetically, Sonia said, “Y-yes, I-I’m a bitch! P-please forgive me, Miss Gloria Oh please, I most humbly beg you!”

“Kiss my hands until I withdraw them. Then I may forgive you.” After kissing Miss Gloria’s hands for about 5 minutes, Miss Gloria withdrew them and said, “Okay, I forgive you.”

“Thank you, Miss Gloria. M-miss Abby, may I p-please be excused.” “No, Sonia. Sit down here. I know you feel terribly humiliated, but you brought it on yourself.”

I was sick with fright.

Miss Abby gave me an envelope, with instructions as to how I was to proceed. That night I would sleep in the bed I slept in as a child. I opened the envelope. I was instructed to throw away anything I didn’t want and to ship the rest to the mansion COD (Collect on Delivery). I was told where to leave the keys to my (or rather Miss Abby’s) house. I was to close out my bank account, putting all of the money into one of Miss Abby’s accounts. There was in the envelope, a thousand dollars in cash for food and gasoline as I crossed the country in my (again, or rather Miss Abby’s) Cadillac. There was a pad and a pen with which I was required to record all expenses. There was a sheet, labeled HOUSE RULES FOR MALE SLAVES with a list, which I was required to promise to obey and have the promise notarized:

1. No consumption of alcoholic beverages, including beer or wine.
2. No gambling.
3. No sex without permission, but sex of any kind with anyone, including the mistresses, as required by the latter.
4. Always be on knees, when not obeying a contrary order.
5. Greet Mistresses by placing forehead on floor or ground in her direction until she touches slave’s head. Kiss hands or sandaled feet if presented. Kiss and lick boots and shoes if presented. Continue until hand(s) or shoe(s) are withdrawn. Depart in the same way.
6. Never sit on furniture unless permission is given. Never ask for permission.
7. Speak only when spoken to and then only sufficiently to respond. e.g. “Yes, Mistress!”, “Right away, Mistress!” If slave wishes to speak, e.g. to request permission to go to the bathroom, he raises his hand.
8. A slave will obey any order from any female over the age of six. He need not tell her of this commitment.
9. A slave may not look at any part of the body of a female over the age of six above her ankles. In the presence of such a female, eyes will be lowered at all times.
10. A slave may not have an orgasm without mistresses’ permission.
11. A slave may be beaten, whipped or chastised in any way at the whim of any female over the age of six.
12. A slave will have a visible erection at all times in the presence of any female over the age of six.


As I was about to leave, Sonia, having recovered from her bitter humiliation, came over to me and said, “I know that there are rules, Jimmy. May I see them, please?” “Of course you may, Pretty Lady.” I showed her my list. “Wow! I love this! You are being naughty, Jimmy. I’m a female over the age of six and you are looking at my miniskirted bare legs.” “And beautiful legs they are!” I said. “Ten pushups!” She demanded. When I finished them and dropped down, She said, “Ten more and then hold in the up position! Oh isn’t this wonderful, David, look at this list. I can make him do anything! Anything!” I could hear her jumping up and down with joy in her high heels. She was like a child with a new wonderful toy. Giggling happily, she said, “Grovel, Jimmy. Tell me how wonderful I am and what a great honor it is for you to be my slave.” “Yes, Miss Sonia. You are a beautiful and very intelligent lady, a Goddess, whom I love and worship. It is very gracious of you to accept as your humble slave a lowly worm like me.” Miss Sonia seemed to go into paroxysms of joy. David said, “I hate to tear you away when you’re having so much fun, Sweetheart, but we really must go.” “Okay, Jimmy. Kiss my toes and then you can be free at least until we meet again.” I kissed her toes.


When I got back to California, I followed all of the instructions in the envelope, including a notarization of a promise to obey all of the HOUSE RULES. “This,” said the notary, “is a slave contract which is not legally binding.” “I know it isn’t but I consider it morally binding.” I explained my situation.


As I drove away from the house in California that I had lived in for a decade, and now realized I loved it, I wept. My life as I had known it was truly over. Everything I enjoyed was gone for good. What kind of world did I think I was entering? It was a world of love and discipline, neither of which I had received for ten years.

I remembered the incident with the lady I would henceforth address as Miss Sonia. I had not dreamed that I was capable of giving a woman so much pleasure. What amazed me was how much pleasure I had given myself.

Before I left home, I had been given permission to have as many orgasms as I wanted before I got back there. I had at least one on each of my last three nights. I got off each time by remembering my interlude with the beautiful bare legged Miss Sonia.



I parked the Cadillac and knocked on the front door of the mansion. The door opened and there stood Ralph, the African American servant I had known since childhood. He was greyer now. He smiled broadly as we embraced. “I’m sorry, Jimmy, but I’m not allowed to call you Master Jimmy or Sir or anything else like that. Come on in. It sure is good to see y’all.”

“Ralph, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you. Where’s Miss Abby?”

“She’s in her office with Master Terry. Talkin’ business, Y’know? My order is to have you stand with your hands behind your back until the Mrs. is ready for y’all.”

When we entered the office, they were looking at maps and discussing business. Ralph gently put my hands together and left me standing there. Terry wore a gym suit which bared his shoulders and his huge muscular arms. Miss Abby wore a beautiful black dress with a single strap around the back of her neck, revealing he almost completely bare back. She wore a brief miniskirt and very brief sandals. I quickly remembered that I wasn’t allowed to look at her. Nonetheless, I went from half mast to full mast. They didn’t recognize my existence.

After a while she said, “Would you like a cup of coffee, Ter-” “Yes, I would. Thank you.” Without looking at me she said, “Two mugs, Jimmy, black regular.” “Yes Miss Abby.”

I hurried and brought back the two cups of coffee. They took them without thanking me or even looking at me. At dinner, I served them in the huge dining hall I remembered so well. Miss Abby was wearing her black gloves that bared her thumbs and her beautiful fingers. She touched me without looking at me. I descended to my knees and kissed her fingers, humming with the pleasure I genuinely felt. I was not prepared for what came next. Without looking at me, my owner said, “Boy, crawl over to your master and ask to be allowed to kiss his hands, the big strong hairy hands of a real man!”

“Yes, Miss Abby.” “How much older are you than your step mother/owner, little old billionaire me?” “Miss Abby, I’m four to five years older than the beautiful Goddess that I worship!” “From now on, address me as Mommy, not Miss Abby. Understand, Boy?” “Yes Mommy.”

“Good, now crawl to your master.” “Yes Mommy.” I crawled over to this man whom I admired and envied and said, “Please, Master, this humble, pathetic, unworthy little slave requests the undeserved honor and pleasure of kissing the hand of a real man!” Master Terry laughed, “Very good unsolicited groveling! This little man has promise! Okay Boy, kiss my hands!”

“Thank you, Master Terry! Thank you!”

I had never thought of myself as bisexual but I was amazed at how much pleasure it gave me to abase myself before this big man.

After the meal, she said, “Fetch Ralph for me, Boy.” “Yes Mommy.” “Ralph, have Jimmy clean up the kitchen. And then take him upstairs and show him the indoor dungeon. Then take him out back to the outdoor dungeon and fasten him in the stocks. You will be there for twelve hours, Jimmy. Oh, and Ralph, hang a cat o’ nine tails on it. Jimmy, we’ll talk.”

Above the gym on the second floor was a large storage room, whose contents had been moved to the basement, in which there was ample room. The upstairs room was now the indoor dungeon. It contained two sets of stocks, as did the outdoor dungeon in back.

Ralph fastened me into an outdoor set of stocks after ordering me to strip naked. The stock closed over my legs just above my ankles, over my arms just above my wrists and over my neck. I was immobile.

I could see that the other stock was occupied. In it was a young girl whom I could not see directly. “I’m guessing you’re Jimmy.” She said. “Are we allowed to talk, here?” “Yes, as long as Mistress is not here.” “By the way, are you being punished?” “Yes, I am. When I served Miss Abby breakfast in bed this morning, the bacon was overcooked and the coffee was weak.” “And for that you get this! That’s really unfair!”

“No, it isn’t! I exist to please my owner! If I fail, I deserve whatever punishment she thinks is appropriate!”

“Wow, you really are submissive, aren’t you?!” “Yes, I am!” She said, proudly.

“Do you have the same rules as we men do?” “Not exactly: everything except those rules involving females over the age of six. I can look anywhere, in particular at my lusciously beautiful owner. I must obey anyone she says I must obey, but that’s it.”

“How much do you know about me? Oh, this is really uncomfortable!” She laughed, “Relax, you have only eleven hours and fifty minutes to go, Jimmy. You were a remittance man free as a bird, but your house and your car, a Cadillac I’m told, were owned by your Daddy but free for you to use. But he left everything to her and so you were up the creek without a paddle. How am I doing?”

“Bingo. And what’s your story? By the way, what’s your name?” “Polly, Miss Polly to you.”

“Why?”

“Because even though I’m a slave, I’m female and over the age of six and so I’m superior to you. Get it?” “Yes, Miss Polly.”

“Miss Abby and I were roommates and classmates in nursing school together. I fantasized about being a slave to a man or woman, but mostly to a man. I told Miss Abby about it and I asked if she would let me be her slave. At first she was shocked, but on reflection she liked the idea. She went to those little magazine shops and bought female domination literature.

She warned me that she would get tougher and tougher as time went by, to see how much I could take. I’m still here! And now be quiet. I want to suffer in solitude for the pleasure of my owner.” “Yes, Miss Polly.”

Being in the stock was becoming increasingly unpleasant, even painful. After a while, Miss Abby, or rather Mommy, entered. She was naked. “Well, have you two exchanged biographies?” Mommy asked cheerfully. “Yes, Miss Abby.” “Yes, Pretty Mommy.”

“Jimmy, how do you feel?” “I’m suffering terribly and it’s not even an hour yet” She giggled. “Why do you think I’m doing this to you?” “You are doing this because you can?!”

“Jimmy, do you know the difference between punishment and discipline?” I thought for a minute and then I said, “No, Mommy, I don’t.”

“Punishment says, ‘That’s for what you did’, but discipline says, ‘That’s for nothing. Now do something and see what happens!’ Polly is being punished, while you are being disciplined.”

“You cannot imagine how awful this is! You cannot imagine how much I am suffering!” “Oh? Why can’t I?” “You can’t, because you’ve never been through this, yourself!”

“And you know this, how?” She paused. “When I had these installed, just after marrying your father, I made him promise to lock me in, actually the very one you are in now! I made him promise not to release me, no matter how I begged before twelve hours were up, unless I was sick. As a nurse I could easily have faked it, but my pride wouldn’t let me. But boy did I grovel and beg. But your Dad kept his word with tears in his eyes. I’m sure he was thinking, ‘What kind of a lunatic have I just married?’ But he loved me and trusted me and that’s why you are a slave and not a billionaire. Are you a fan of movie westerns, Jimmy?”

“No Pretty Mommy. I am not.” “Do you ride horses?” “No. I tried it when I was a remittance man and I just got bored with it.”

“Before automobiles were invented, the means of transformation was the horse. A wild horse or a young one would rather kill than obey a human being. A rider would ride the horse until either of two things happened: Either the horse would succeed in throwing the man and stomping him to death or the horse would give up in exhaustion, after which the horse was docile and obedient. His spirit was broken.”

“So that’s what this is about. You want to break my spirit.” “Yes exactly. As a remittance man you were able to do what you wanted when you wanted. You were a free spirit. I intend to break your spirit and I will undoubtedly succeed.

Many of my very wealthy female friends are horse women, who like to train and control horses. Some of us enjoy human males even more. In some of the horse places, there are stocks for errant male employees and men are sometimes punished by being made to eat the muck off of the lady’s boots, to lick it off and swallow it.”

“Yecchh-chch!” I said.

She giggled. “But, Jimmy, Slavery for you is a means to an end and not an end in itself. I have looked into this and here is the best I can come up with: During the next academic year you will be enrolled as a special student at Temple University, taking a full load of courses. If you get a B average or better, and you will, you will be accepted as a candidate for a bachelor’s degree.”

“Don’t you remember, Mommy. I flunked out in one year, twice!”

“That was the old Jimmy, the Jimmy who was a spoiled lazy brat who hadn’t grown up.” She began to whip me. It was very painful. She went on, “For every C, you will get a half day in the stocks, for every D, two half days and for every F, four half days.”

“Wow! You don’t fool around, do you?” She giggled. “I know you don’t think so now Jimmy, but you will come to realize that you didn’t really lose the court fight. You actually won!” “Well, I’ll see you both in the morning. Toodle-oo. Tahtah.” She giggled. She wiped her bare bottom on our faces and took off.

In the morning, she came in and released first Polly and then me. She told us to go up and lie on our beds until sent for. She told us to orgasm as much as we wanted. As I lay there, sexually exhausted from more orgasms than I could count, I realized that Mommy’s power over me was more than I could possibly imagine. I lived to please her. I lived in fear of her slightest displeasure. I was in ecstasy.



A few days later, I was on my knees before my bikini clad owner, when she said, “Boy, bring me Miss Covey.” “Yes, Mommy,” Covey was Ralph’s wife, since my childhood the family cook. She was African American and she had put on a few pounds. When I brought her, Mommy said, “Take him to the kitchen and start teaching him to cook. Use this if you like.” She handed Miss Covey a riding crop. “Use him in any way that will amuse you.”

Smiling broadly, the portly cook said, “Yes, Ma’am!” very enthusiastically. “Come along, Boy,” She said as she pulled me painfully by my ear. “Yes, Miss Covey.” She said, “I remember y’all as a snot nosed little brat. I used to dream of kickin’ yo’ little ass. I’m gonna have me some fun now! Mistress lets me take off my skirt and panties and be bare from the waste down. I’m more comfortable that way. Take them off me, Boy!” “Yes, Miss Covey.”

When she was naked from the navel down I felt a severe shock of pain from her riding crop. She laughed. “On yo’ knees!” she commanded sharply. As soon as I obeyed her she pulled my face roughly into her dripping wet vagina. I went to work quickly, caressing her clitoris with my tongue and sopping up and swallowing her vaginal juices tinged with urine. “Kiss it!” She demanded. I obeyed. Finally, she had an orgasm, with a loud breathless scream as her sweaty, urine filled juices flowed into my mouth and down my throat. She struck me several times, very painfully, with her riding crop. “Put my clothes back on me, Boy!” “Yes, Miss Covey and thank you, Miss Covey!”

She came into the dining hall while Mommy and Master were eating. Mommy asked her, “How was he, Covey” She replied, “Polly’s better, but he’ll learn if we beat him enough!”

Mommy said, “I think women are better, because we know what’s down there.” “Yes Ma’am!”

Master Terry said, “By the same token, males should be better cocksuckers than females.” “That’s an interesting theory, Terry. Why don’t we test it? Get down there boy and suck your Master’s cock.” “Yes Mommy.”

After I swallowed the last of his semen, Mommy asked, “How was he, Ter-” “He didn’t do badly, but there is room for improvement.” “There’s protein in semen.” Mommy said, “So that’s his dinner. He doesn’t need to be fed.” Both Master and Mistress laughed. That night I went to bed hungry.

The pattern established then was not atypical of what was to happen in the weeks, months and even years to come.




I was relieved that, apparently, Miss Gloria was not going to “Break me.” The twelve hours in the stocks was what was generally described as “a half day.” It could adequately be described as a ghastly experience. I would do almost anything to avoid it. When Miss Gloria visited, she was most insistent on speed as I waited on her. She was almost impossible to satisfy. One evening, I accidently spilled wine on Gloria’s dress. I was trembling with fear as she said, angrily, “You are a stupid clumsy little oaf, aren’t you worm?”

“Yes, I am, Miss Gloria. I most humbly apologize and beg you to forgive me!” “Maybe I’ll forgive you after you’re punished. How may I punish him, Miss Abby?” “Anyway you want to, Gloria!” “Thank you, Miss Abby I’ll take a half day.” “So be it!”

I got down on my knees, with tears in my eyes and groveled, “Oh, no, please Miss Gloria. I most humbly beg you for mercy!”

Sonia said, “It may rain tonight. You’d better put him indoors.” Gloria replied, “No, I want him outdoors. I hope the little bastard gets wet. With luck he may be struck by lightening!” Miss Abby said, “I’m sorry Gloria, but I’m afraid I need to overrule you. He’ll be punished in the indoor dungeon. If it’s any consolation to you, Gloria, you can whip him to your heart’s content!”

Before I went up to my fate, Miss Sonia said, “Before you take him up, may I play with him for a short while.” “It will have to be a very short while. By the way, I have an idea. What do you think of this? Sonia, why don’t you make David your slave? The same rules that apply to Jimmy will apply to David. I’ll pay you $100,000.00 a month for up to 10 years and it will be all yours and not a dime will be his.”

David panicked! He stood up and said, “N-no way! I won’t be a slave!” Mommy said, “Tell that to someone who can’t see your erection! Jimmy, go to my office and bring us a copy of the rules.” “Yes Mommy.”

Miss Sonia grabbed her husband and kissed him passionately on the mouth. “Oh, please, My Big Strong Handsome Husband. I’ll be gentle. $100,000.00 a month. Oh, please! I’ll be gentle. I promise!”

Mommy and Miss Gloria took me up to the indoor dungeon and fastened me into the stocks. Gloria, who was a lawyer, went down to notarize David’s signature on the rule sheet. Later, she and Sonia brought up David and fastened him into the other set of stocks right next to me. He blubbered, “You promised to be gentle!”

“This is gentle, David.” Mommy said. “You don’t even want to think about what will happen if any of us is even mildly displeased.” From all three ladies I heard gales of joyful laughter.


I realized as the days went by that Abby and Sonia had completely different styles: To Sonia, I was a windup toy, who would do anything, no matter how degrading. She made David and me do animal imitations. She loved, for example, seeing us crawl around on our hands and knees and bark like dogs. On the other hand, to Miss Abby I was a convenience and, for the short run at least nothing more. I served Mommy breakfast in bed every morning and bathed her every evening. While she ate, I pampered her feet, massaging them, licking them and kissing them. One morning, the first time I served her a hardboiled egg, she became very angry. “You stupid oaf!” She screamed, “You didn’t remove the shell! Do that now!” “Y-yes, M-mommy!” I was terrified! I groveled, “I most humbly apologize to my exalted beautiful owner for my stupidity. I dare not even beg for mercy.” “Do you think you deserve punishment?” “Yes Mommy.” “How severe should I be?” “No punishment is too severe for the slightest displeasure of my exalted Goddess!” “Fetch my hairbrush, worm!”

She put me over her knees and spanked me with the back of her hairbrush. I was in great pain but I was relieved not to get another half day.


Things continued like this into the following weeks, months and even years.


Five years later: I had just returned from a Lab session at the University of Pennsylvania, where I was a first year graduate student in Astrophysics. I was still a slave, but over the years things had lightened up, albeit gradually. At the start of my servitude I was not even allowed to ask to sit on the furniture. Now I was allowed to sit there whenever I wanted to. When I graduated from Temple, I was no longer required to address my owner as Mommy. I think things started to lighten up when I was best man at Terry’s wedding to my beautiful owner. Things were easier now, but make no mistake: I was still Miss Abby’s slave!

She returned from her huge office building, named after my Dad, earlier than expected. I jumped up, as required and stood with my hands folded behind me. She signaled me silently with one finger. I joyfully bowed my head to the floor and on lifting it, kissed both of her hands. I had no sooner settled back on my recliner than the doorbell rang.

I looked through the eyehole. I turned white as a sheet. I had to struggle to remain conscious. “Well, who is it?” Miss Abby asked, impatiently, “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!” “I h-have. I-its D-danielle!”

“The Danielle?!” “Y-y-yes!” “Well, don’t just stand there, you idiot. Let her in!”

I opened the door and Danielle entered and immediately burst into tears. “Oh, I’m so (sniff) embarrassed.” I started to weep, as well. I hoped that would make things easier for her. I gently kissed her on the cheek. I led her into the living room. “Jennifer (sniff) Love Hewitt, meet Kelly (sniff) Kelly. Miss Kelly meet Miss Hewitt (sniff).”

The blond stood up and embraced the brunette, kissed her on the cheek and said, “Danielle, I’m Abby Bradford, Jimmy’s friend. Please sit down and Jimmy, would you please get us all some coffee?” “Miss Danielle, do you want half regular, half decaf, and black?”

“Wow, you remembered! Just regular will be fine!”

We sat around a small table and drank our coffee as we talked. Danielle said, “You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here! So please let me explain. After we broke up, I started dating again. I was looking for a man who was just like the man I had lost, the real Jimmy, who was handsome, charming, well read and had a wonderful sense of humor. I was looking for the real Jimmy, whom I never found. I met Philip, who didn’t measure up, but was better than all of the rest. We married and had two children, a little boy and a little girl. They are with their father now. I guess Philip and I got bored with each other and so we divorced. As you know, I always read the daily newspaper and for God knows what reason, I read the obituaries. I knew that your father was in poor health. I worried about you. I learned that he owned your house and your Cadillac car. That made it even worse. I learned that he hired and later married a beautiful young nurse. When the old man died, he left everything to her. You and some others sued to change the will and you lost. I wasn’t able to find out what happened after that. But I was very worried for you.

Throughout all of this, my father helped me through graduate school, where I had a teaching fellowship. In the middle of this academic year I successfully defended my Doctoral Thesis in Mathematics, in particular in Probabilistic Number Theory.”

“Wow! I’m impressed!” I said, “Dr. Danielle.”

“And now, Jimmy, if you wouldn’t mind, would you tell me what happened?”

“After we lost, I had nothing, I mean nothing! nada! I literally didn’t know where my next meal was coming from. What was on my resume? Ten years as a remittance man! I couldn’t get a job as a dishwasher!

I was broke and unemployable! What fun! My beautiful blond stepmother, here, who was more than four years younger than I, was sitting on twelve billion dollars. I did what any non-suicidal human would do. I descended to my knees and groveled. She wanted me to become her slave, to submit to her absolute authority. I kissed her hands and feet.

She was very strict. She put me in a set of stocks for twelve hours, which she called a ‘half day’. It was a ghastly experience. It would have been even if she didn’t whip me, which she did. And now for the good news:”

Danielle said, “Thank God!”

“The cruelty was not an end in itself, but a means to an end. My Goddess enrolled me as a special student at Temple University taking a full load of five courses at her expense. She promised me a ‘Half Day’ for every C, two for every D and four for every F. It worked! I graduated in four years with a major in Physics. I am now finishing my first year as a graduate student in Astrophysics at The University of Pennsylvania! Now I want you to promise me something. I want you to check this! Do you promise?”

“Yes, Jimmy! I promise I’ll check with the two great Universities.”


On the next day Danielle arrived in the middle of the afternoon. She wore a backless black dress with broadly bare shoulders and a single strap around the back of her neck. She wore a brief miniskirt and brief sandals. I went from flat to rock hard in about a second.

“I checked,” she said, “and you’re on the level, not that I’m surprised by that.”

“Do you remember the recliner chair in my place in California.” “Yes! That was very comfortable as is this. This one reminds me of that one.” “That is because this one is that one. When Miss Abby sold the house in San Diego, she kept this.”

“I remember lying back and closing my eyes and feeling you pampering me with your kisses from head to toe. I was in heaven,”

“As was I. May I?”

“Oh, please do!”



 

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