As we navigated the city streets, the car bounced and bumped in accord with the rough pavement. From time to time, I watched Ann seated on the hard floor of the rear of the limousine and saw each of the bumps and jarrin g shocks of the streets translated into shakes and bobbles in Ann's flesh.
The driver and I did not converse much during the trip north. At several points the driver asked if I wanted to stop to get a bite or make use of a bathroom. When we were just north of Albany, I took him up on the inv itation and, after relieving myself, bought a soft drink. When I indicated that I thought we might give Ann the same opportunity, the driver politely told me that that would be inconsistent with his instructions. I do n ot know what would have happened if I insisted.
We departed the highway near Warrensburg, New York and spent about an additional hour tracing our way through smaller rural roads. Finally, our driver turned off a public road and onto a private road which was marked on ly by a "Private Property – No Trespassing" sign. After travelling about three quarters of a mile, on this private road, we reached a fenced enclosure interrupted by a gate with an attendant at the gatehouse. After pee ring inside and recognizing the driver, we proceeded about another half mile or so where in a cleared area, now snow-covered, I saw a magnificent stone mansion with two smaller buildings nearby.
The driver pulled up in front of the main building and with the words, "Welcome to Davenport" confirmed what I already knew. The driver took my bag from the trunk and ushered me inside. Anticipating my next question, h e told me that he would be bringing the candidate to her destination shortly.
Upon entering the building, I found myself in a central hall. The marble floor had a black and white checkered pattern. There were stairways both to the right and the left, and I saw that there was a great, vaulted ope n space in the middle of the building with rooms opening off interior balconies on each of the three floors. Within less than a minute, I saw the Administrator stride toward me from one of the first floor rooms as our d river excused himself to complete his tasks.
The Administrator was wearing what looked like a cross between a cape and a robe. It was buttoned at the neck and fastened to below the knee. It seemed to be made of a dark midnight-blue fabric.
"Robert" the Administrator said, "I am sure that you could use a little refreshment after your trip. I have taken the liberty of having something sent up to your room. May I show you where you will be staying and while you have a chance to refresh yourself, I will explain to you how things are arranged here?"
"That would be fine" I said.
"You can leave your bag there, it will be brought up right away."
I followed the Administrator into a small elevator, barely large enough for the two of us and rode with him to the third floor. The Administrator pointed me to a doorway which opened up to a small foyer with two rooms o n either side. These, I was told, were to be my accomodations while at Davenport. There was a bedroom and a sitting room with a bath off the bedroom. The furnishings were sumptuous.
On a small table in the sitting room was a plate of assorted sandwiches, a bowl of fruit, an assortment of soft drinks, as well as a pot of coffee and tea. The Administrator motioned for me to help myself. As I picked at the food (which was well prepared) the Administrator provided me with an introduction to Davenport.
"Robert, and I am calling you Robert because we go by first names here so as to respect our privacy concerns, my name is Charles, but everyone has gotten in the habit of calling me the Administrator. I know you will fin d your stay here very interesting.
"Right now, your candidate is being introduced to some of our procedures. Shortly you will be given the chance to observe the initial stages of her training. Your candidate is one of two to arrive today. Four arrived yesterday, so we will have a full complement over the next few weeks. Two are male and four are female."
I was a little surprised by the Administrator's comments as I had not anticipated either that Ann would be part of a larger group or that there would be males being part of the program.
"Of the six candidates in training only three have their sponsors staying with us. In addition to yourself, there is Gavin and Louise. They are staying nearby on this floor and I am sure you will be meeting them before too long."
"You will find that we have left a number of robes for you, like mine, in your closet. We encourage you to wear them while you are here, you will find them comfortable and convenient."
Just at that point there was a knock at the door. I rose to open the door but the Administrator called: "Enter." The door opened and there, carrying my bag, was a stunning, blonde haired, young woman in her mid-twentie s. She was wearing a dark blue cape, of the same material as the Administrator's, but with one significant difference. It was fastened only at the neck, and with each step or stride that was made, the cape opened to rev eal that it alone was the only garment being worn.
"May I unpack this for you?" I was asked.
I nodded my assent and then the Administrator explained. "Carol here completed her training at Davenport two years ago. Many of the sponsors find it useful to send their graduates back here periodically for updates and refreshers and to learn new approaches and techniques from time to time. We encourage this as we find it to our mutual benefit as we can use these graduates, like Carol, to provide staffing and support for the sponsors like you who elect to stay with us. Carol will be available for you for the first days of your stay with us."
Carol had completed her job of unpacking the bag I had brought with me. At that point she unfastened the cape which was clasped at her neck and then spread that cape out in a circular array on the floor to my right. Then without further comment, she sat on the floor, with her legs together and shifted to one side, in the middle of the cape. The effect was spectacular. It was if she were a flower, set off against the blue background of the cape. Her figure was trim with just enough curve and softness to convey a sense of lushness; her blonde hair shone lustrous and shoulder length. I knew that I would examine it more closely later.
The Administrator continued: "The primary purpose of your stay with us is for you to observe the training of your candidate. You will see that the residence and training facilities for the candidates all have observation vantages for you, mostly through the use of one-way mirrors or similar arrangements. Carol will show you how things work. For the balance of this afternoon, I suggest that you let Carol assist you in getting to know your way around Davenport. We dine together here at eight and this evening, now that our class of candidates is complete, we will introduce them to our guests and our staff. That will be after dinner. Now if there is anything that you need, please let Carol or one of the other staff or me know and we will do our best to oblige."
I thanked the Administrator for his explanation and his courtesies. Carol remained behind after the administrator left. "Would you like me to draw a warm bath for you?" Carol inquired.
I nodded my assent and she rose to attend to that chore. After about five minutes, she emerged from the bathroom.
"Your tub is ready" she said "please allow me to help you."
Carol approached me and was evidently looking from me for some signal as to what I expected her to do. Having no special comment from me, she knelt in front of me and unlaced my shoes. It was apparent to me that she was planning on undressing me for the bath. I appreciated this level of service.
As Carol pursued this chore, I took a moment to study her figure more closely. Like but unlike the case with Gloria, Carol's right nipple was pierced with a ring from which the letter "D" was suspended.
Carol's nipples, like the areolae around them were a very light pink. Carol's nipple adornment differed from Gloria in that the guage of the ring was much finer and the "D" itself, more delicate. Carol's skin seemed to gleam like alabaster. Carol too showed no sign of body hair.
Her breasts seemed to be firm and dense and, while not large, not too small either.
I followed Carol into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. Carol kneeled by the side of the tub and placed a towel which was folded over behind my head to serve as a cushion and rest. I lay back and enjoyed the sooth ing and relaxing sensations of the warm bath. Carol wanted to see to it that the bath would serve other functions and taking a bar of soap in hand, proceeded to lather and wash me thoroughly. Through half-lidded eyes, I gave her a smile as I felt her fingers caress and clean me thoroughly in all areas.
After about fifteen minutes, I indicated that the water was now cooling off and I was ready to step out of the bath. Carol asked me if I wanted her to add more hot water to the bath and I told her that I was ready to dr y off. Carol placed a towel on the floor of the bathroom to the side of the tub and invited me to stand on it while she dried me off. Carol worked assiduously to dry me off. Using fluffy white towels, she patted and rubbed my near dry. Then, using her hands as guides, she prompted me to widen my stance and using a hand towel, dried me off between my legs and thighs. Her ministrations had an inevitable effect and I found myself presenting her with my erection.
Carol promptly slipped to her knees and engulfed me in her warm mouth. Reaching behind me she clutched my bottom in her hands and drew me into her mouth and beyond. Her movements were slow and deliberate, but she had t he ability and skill to capture me entirely. As she leaned forward and into me, her lips came flush with my lower abdomen. The sensation was exquisite and I was in no way able to protract the experience. I felt myself release at the back of her throat and from her pleased smile, I knew that Carol was delighted with what she had acheived. Slowly, Carol allowed me to withdraw, all the while circling me with her tongue. When I emerged f rom her mouth I was totally spent, and the product of my explosion nowhere to be seen as it was totally consumed by Carol.
Carol invited me to join her on a quick tour of Davenport's facilities. She lead me to the closet where there were several robes for me to select. She assisted me in donning a robe much like the one the Administrator h ad worn. I also found fleece lined ankle high boots to wear that I put on. The clothing was quite comfortable. Carol also refastened her cape at her neck. Refreshed, we left my rooms as I followed Carol on the tour of Davenport which had been promised.
The first part of my tour was in the main house. We walked down the flights of stairs to the ground floor. Carol explained that the second and third floor were used primarily as guest residence facilities with some administrative office functions on the second floor. The public rooms were at ground level. Carol showed me a grand dining room where meals were to be taken. I saw that the staff were arranging the china and silver for dinner. The staff all seemed to be wearing the same type of cape that Carol was. I noticed two males and one female busy at work, but I did not have a chance to observe them more closely.
Carol took me next to what she described as a meeting room. This dark, panelled room had an oversize stone fireplace at one end, with a roaring,crackling fire in progress. The very large room was strewn with stuffed armchairs, couches, and other comfortable looking chairs all arrayed in a series of rows arranged like concentric semi-circles and facing an area just in front of the fireplace. Carol told me that the new candidates would be presented in that room later that evening.
I asked Carol where the candidates were staying and she told me that they were in the first outbuilding and that if I liked she would take me to see what was going on there. I gestured that we should go.
Carol lead me from the entry area of the main house through a passageway which connected us to a side entrance into yet another narrow passageway of a second building. After clambering up a small ladder, I found myself in a small observation post with a small window and a tall chair in front of that window. It was not until I sat in that chair that I had the vantage to see through that window.
The window, which turned out to be the back of a one-way mirror, provided me with a view, about ten feet off the ground, of a very large well-lit room. Within that room, I saw a number of people including Ann. The room was roughly finished, there were plain, unpainted wood walls. About half of this room was covered with straw that was at least one foot high. At a far end of the room was a shallow trough, finished in porcelain, that had a constant stream of water entering at one end and draining at the other.
Carol flipped a switch and suddenly the amplified voices of those in the room I was watching became audible to me. Evidently some sort of indoctrination to Davenport's rules and procedures was being given. As I studied the room more closely, I saw that there was a group of six nude people, four women and two men, standing in a small group around a short, stocky man wearing a robe like mine who was accompanied by a tall woman with fiery red hair, also wearing a similar robe. It was the man who was doing the talking:
"Now, as I've told you, for the first days here, you are not to think. Simply follow the rules carefully and precisely and things will go well. Later on in the program you'll be given a context in which to think and we will show you how to channel your initiative, but for right now, the beginning and end of your consciousness should be to follow the rules."
"This room, we call it the stall area, is where you will be living for your first days here at Davenport. You will take your meals here. You will sleep here. You will wash here and you will bathe here."
"You are not to speak to each other and you are to speak only in response to a question or command that anyone else here-other than a fellow candidate-gives to you. You are going to remain unclothed. You are to have no modesty."
"Now we know that you will find this experience to be sexually stimulating. We expect that. But here too there are rules. You as candidates are absolutely forbidden from having any contact of a sexual nature with each other. If you find yourself desirous of attaining some relief, then there is only one outlet. You may pleasure yourself.
However, if you are to do so, it must be in this room and you must alert your fellow candidates to what you intend."
I was finding this statement of rules and procedures to be fascinating. As I watched and listened, I realized that Carol had once again assumed her supplicant's position as she had spread her cape and was sitting on it, totally nude, right next to me. My attention, however, was concentrated on the proceedings in the room below.
"You may wonder how you will notify your fellow candidates of your intention to pleasure yourself because, as you know, you are not to speak to each other. You ring that bell over there." The instructor pointed to a large bell that was suspended over one of the rafters. "Now whenever any of you hear that bell" the instructor continued, "you are to all gather round and watch your compatriot tending to his or her pleasure. You are not to assist in any way. And if you are moved by what you see to want to do the same, you ring the bell and everyone else will watch you."
"Now we are going to leave you all for a short while and then we will be back in an hour to instruct you in your preparations for your exhibition this evening." With that the instructor and the woman in his company left the room.
I decided to linger a bit in my perch and take a survey of the six candidates. Evidently they were doing the same thing as they silently communicated with each other through gesture and facial expression.
The six candidates were diverse. Ann was plainly the oldest candidate. In my estimation, she, my wife in fact, was the prettiest as well. I took a visual census of the other candidates.
One of the females seemed to be Hispanic and appeared to be in her early twenties. She had wavy, very dark hair and a rich dark skin color. She was not too tall, about 5'3" or so and had a trim, lean figure. A second female was a little older, about mid-thirties. She had a rounder, lusher figure and was probably a little overweight. Her breasts were full although not too large, and she had a profuse abundance of pubic hair that grew in a dense, dark tangle. The other female was a tall, dark haired girl in her mid-twenties. She had a slim figure, her pubic area was neatly trimmed and the hair on her head was also closely-cropped. She had a tatoo of a snake curling around her right arm above her elbow.