I am Timothy: your... Ch. 07

"What do you think of bringing Elsa in?" Mom asked as we looked at a bigger bed.

"I don't. I don't think she is a submissive. She wants power, she loves it that when she speaks the secretaries listen. She is eyeing a guy in scheduling and charter sales I think. Or at least he's going to ask her out."

"Really?"

"I want to get her into a management position, possibly the call center for cabin sales and consumer support. She comes up with nice ideas and she has good reasoning in the meetings."

We test lay a queen size for a few minutes. Mom felt it was too soft, I agreed, I could feel my back bending uncomfortably. We carried on shopping, looking at garden furniture. Mom was in thought as I explained about why one set was better. Mom considered my argument but liked another set and bought it for the filling station. We were looking at some copper pots and a Kenwood Chef mixer when she spoke again.

"What did you think of those two girls at the marina?"

"They would do well to start their business with a joint marketing agreement with your filling station. They have the yard to keep boats that don't pay accounts. The other option is keeping boats at home. That has other risks."

"I meant romantically."

"I have you. You are wonderful, beautiful, and so much more than I dreamed of. I am not interested in another. I'm still getting used to living with you, anybody else would just make everything more complicated. Why are you so set on another?"

"Damn it! I worry. I worry that you will get bored or find a prettier girl I don't know about."

"Vivienne, I'm happy now, are you?"

Mom was quiet and held me around my waste as I bought the Kenwood and a set of kitchen knives. We went wandering around the mall a little and mom put her head on my shoulder as I returned her hug around my waist. We were looking at some artworks when she spoke.

"Yes, I am incredibly happy."

"Then enjoy the moment. Just be happy now, don't worry about what will make me, you, or us happy in the future, please."

Mom hugged me tightly and we carried on shopping. I got stuck looking at a boutique that sold vintage inspired fashion. In the window was an eighteenth century inspired outfit. I was actually thinking about mom and how she loved long dresses. It was a made of satin, a study in green, pale green for the top and a deep, nearly black, green skirt. The coat with it was a rich vibrant green in fine shades like a grassy field and a shawl with a hat of forest green. I pointed to it and said I thought mom would look good in an outfit like that.

Mom had other ideas when she went in. The fashion designer stared at mom salivating at her model possibilities, listened to what she wanted in awe and jumped to the task. Ninety minutes later I left the store in the nineteenth century inspired outfit complete with corset, petty coats, and stockings. I was surprised at how comfortable the corset was. The whole outfit was in fact very warm to wear and comfortable. It just took a long time to get on. I did have a very feminine figure now, the corset had nipped my waist in and the petty coats made it look that I had more ass than I really did. I noted the admiring looks from women and men as we shopped around some more, quite a few people asked where I found the outfit and mom showed them where.

"This is fantastic Tina! Thank you for the idea."

"My idea was for you to have it."

"Oh I will, the fashion designer has said he will readjust for me. It just feels fantastic to be the one with the partner everybody wants but can't have."

We turned into a fetish store; mom knew the proprietor and they had a chat about the school closing while I explored on my first visit to such a store. I was amazed at what was available to hurt somebody else or hold them still to be hurt. Some items were positively scary. I was looking at a strap on dildo that was easily eighteen inches long and three inches in girth feeling sorry for the asshole that would need to accommodate that when mom caught up to me.

"Don't believe the pornography; that is positively dangerous to use." She said reading my expression.

"Then why have it?"

"To scare, to get rid of the idiots. This is way better." Mom showed me a much smaller model that was maybe eight inches long and an inch and a half across.

"It still looks huge."

"The back three inches will probably not work because ass cheeks prevent that." Mom said in thought.

I considered what mom had said as we moved on. I saw mom looking at some good quality clamps and surgical steel grips. She passed over them so I quietly took the set and we shopped on. I found the store had a good quality jewelry section featuring well known jewelers in Europe. Mom went on to look at the apparel, and I quickly went to the proprietor to pay for the set.

"I'll just put it on Vivienne's account."

"No sir, then it would not be a present. I'll pay for it now, just deliver it on Monday please, with a few other Items."

The proprietor nodded at that.

"She does train such wonderful submissives, you're the first male I've seen her with outside of school needs, the first outside of school in fact. What items would you like to add to this?"

I selected the strap on mom had discussed with me and a new set of fabric cuffs so that I could wash the ones I usually wore at home. He nodded and put the transaction through on my card. I saw a picture of a sailing boat shot from the French Riviera. I asked him about it while the transaction cleared.

"She's not mine. I wish she was, one day when I'm big I'll buy one like her."

"Do you sail?"

"No, need to learn that too."

"I'll make you a deal, I'm an international sea skipper with a sail ticket. I'll teach you the basics and get you to coastal skipper. I know that boat is for sale, two masters are not popular; she looks to be what nineteen thirties built? We can go to Nice and pick her up when you have the ticket."

"What do you want in exchange?"

"A collar. I'm new to this but I believe I should present my Mistress with my collar?"

"No, you pay for it, she picks it."

"There you go then, I'll get you that boat, when she decides on a collar for me; it's paid for."

"You're going to lose big time on that. That sloop is four hundred thousand Dollars."

"Your jewelry is from Fourie; that is the cheap version of Du Buisonse in Nice. My mistress likes what they make."

"Champaigne tastes..."

"I own a sea charter line full of champaigne income passengers... in the marina there is a nice yacht to learn on. The Delicia Pat. I'll see about getting her to use. You can see what I can do before making a decision."

"Ah Vivienne your submissive was just telling me he is a sailor." The store proprietor said.

"Oh yes Sean, he's a sea captain here is a video of him." Mom said with Dusty beside her.

She showed a video of me giving the pre voyage safety speak and emergency drill before leaving port. The little video actually gathered four or five people who knew mom and wanted to see. The people laughed at the little jokes and how I encouraged passengers learning where the life rafts were. Then she decided to show other videos, me sailing; and me when I thought she wasn't watching. Although the video was on her phone the speaker was quite loud.

"I offered to teach him to sail Mistress. We could go out on a sailboat next Sunday? Then if Master Sean wishes to learn we could set some time aside?"

Mom rubbed my arm in approval of how I had said it as much as what I had suggested.

"I think that is a wonderful idea, I'm just worried that it will be too cold."

"If it's too cold we can still spend a day having drinks on a boat and your submissive can tell us a few things Vivienne. We can decide on the day?"

"Just no play scenes please."

"He had a bad experience at sea with a play scene." Mom said in explanation.

I could see the curiosity so I told them about the voyage. The whole store listened in shock and amusement as every play imagined went wrong on that voyage. Dusty was crying with laughter, she had been on similar sized vessels and understood what it was like on ships. The other shoppers had a whole new set of factors to consider in plays and Sean's jaw hung open at some of the stupidity.

I knew The Delicia Pat was a twelve berth boat; that meant she could host a small get together easily and the date was made. Mom actually skipped outside the store in excitement at the date as we left. She filled me in about Dusty and Fred as we went home. Dusty and Fred Henning had hit it off the previous evening and they were discussing their play tastes. She only spoke about the sailing date at home.

"Sean, Dusty, and Henry are about the only dominants in the area I like, thank you Tina."

"I had an agenda mom."

"Oh?"

I explained about the deal for a collar. She listened as I told her about the boat in Nice and how I would buy it in exchange for him buying the collar she asked for in surprise. I could get the boat at a better price than Sean while he could get a better price on the collar. I was starting to apologize if I had gone too far and mom kissed me to get me to stop.

After than we had a wonderful evening together watching television we went to bed. Oh all right! She saw more of the television than I did. Yes I was on my knees with my back to the television for most of the time. Yes she did play with my breasts. Yes I enjoyed both pastimes.

My breasts started going down noticeably by Sunday morning. I could tell from waking up that the weight was less and they didn't fill my bra anymore. After breakfast mom took the stitches out; what a relief! I spent an hour just checking that there was no serious damage until mom reassured me by drawing me to bed. After that the day was lazy and playful as we built on the train table. We talked about the weeks ahead, I would be going to Maine in three weeks to give evidence in the maritime law case against my father; that was the big issue.

The insurance fraud charges were being argued in Fort Worth, Florida, where the insurance policies had been commissioned. The technicalities of the cases were being argued and I had not been subpoenaed to give evidence yet. The next set of engagements in court would be abduction and kidnapping charges in Jacksonville, although those had not been officially made yet. Mom was in closer contact with prosecutors than I was and told me that the defense would probably try to get all the charges heard in a single court and in a neutral venue. She was telling me to be cautious about my expectations, I really appreciated that from her.

It was only on Monday morning in the bath as she washed my back that mom spoke about something strange to me. I was looking at my chest, the gel almost completely gone and the stretched skin returning to normal. I had just decided, with relief that I would not need to stay heavily covered up for the whole day and didn't catch what mom had said.

"Tim! What do you think?"

"Uhm sorry mom I was lost for a moment."

"I asked whether polygamy is legal in Portugal."

"Uhm, no, what those families do is to go to Algiers, Morocco, Chad, almost any Muslim country, and get married there. Then move to the Canaries or Azores or Spain. The European Union respects polygamous marriages as does the USA if they preexist coming in because there is humanitarian issue to breaking families up."

"You mean it happens?"

"Yes, there are rules... you need to actually live in Algeria or Morocco for a time. I think six months. But in the Azores about one family in twelve is polygamous."

We turned around and I started washing her back.

"How do you know this?"

"My father and Maria have three more wives in Algeria and three in Morocco, all fictitious. All ready to fall of a ship or to be kidnapped for ransom if needed. He paid three million dollars per wife for me not to tell Morocco or Algiers. That type of crime will earn him a death sentence. In those countries they don't wait long to execute, two days usually."

"Eighteen million dollars... where is that?"

"Seven million in the account I gave you, another eleven million across three more accounts in the Cayman Islands. Those identities are important now because if he and Maria beat the charges he will need those wives to get into Algiers or Morocco. Losing one or two might make him a restart fund."

"Does the insurance company know?"

"Yes, he's going to get a surprise if he does pull that trick."

Mom shook her head and laughed as we finished bathing. I was dressed in my suit and at the door when I turned to mom.

"I am Timothy, your... Captain of Industry, completely unlike Batman... Thank you mom."