Uncovering Repressed Desires

The URD series is set in 1998, this chapter more specifically July 24 to August 5th.

Donnie Tolbert, 31, stepped out on his wife Melanie (Mel) 28, entering into his first gay relationship, multiple times in late May/Early June, with businessman/entrepreneur Walter Donnovan, 61. The older man is the owner and developer of Donnovan Real Estate Holdings, LLC and their physical interactions included James Abbott, 35, Donnovan's assistant who introduced the two.

Donnie quickly became a high brow escort for their business associates, working with James to meet up on golf courses, in clothing stores. Walter stayed involved and mentored Donnie into satisfying his wife, Melanie (Mel), both physically, monetarily and spiritually, while feeding the young man's appetite for all things sexual, opening his bisexual self to the world.

Donnie and Mel's third year anniversary approached in early August, the couple have a one year old - Miles. Both are former teachers who, because of Donnie and Mel's talents and quick assimilation into Walter's lifestyle, just signed a contract to work for Donnovan Holdings, LLC. for the next five years elevating their income 10 fold.

Some of the amenities include a house, a nanny, cars and access to the most powerful man in the state of Iowa. Just before this trip they knowingly began the living representation of Walter's philosophy on family, love, money and sex joining Walter's daughter, Taylor Donnovan 28, in a tryst where all four of them break though the fabric of societies acceptance in a relationship together.

Rooted in BDSM pleasure, the four travel to participate in a 1st of it's kind festival in Amsterdam, Netherlands, put on by Walter's European subsidiary. Unknowingly Mel and Donnie's worlds will collide and are put in a blender, mixing, with some things not coming to fruition until they approach Walter's age in the 2020s. (Creek & Bay series).

Enjoy

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(Donnies POV) - Donnovan LLC office Amsterdam, Saturday morning July 24th

"James great to see you!" I exclaimed, rushing in giving the man a large hug, his frame taller, his face as I remembered it, though wearing a goatee, a finely taliored suit.

Taylor had been whisked away at the airport by a large black man, they left arm in arm and the others were behind me.

He kissed me quickly and looked into my eyes for a second, then down and smiled.

"You're happy, I can feel it," he said, losing our embrace and the pressure my erect cock was pressing into him.

"I am," I said hearing the others opening the door, Mel talking to Ashlyn who accompanied us as a personal assistant of sorts.

"Oh, my Dear Donnie I want you to meet...."

"Angela!!!" Walter exclaimed, rushing to her and embracing her in a deep hug, she not necessarily reciprocating with the same enthusiasm finally wrapped her arms him and closed her eyes.

"Walter Donnovan, you scalawag," she said slowly adding a smile, her face opening like a flower in the morning, I noticed her eyes were enchanting paired with her lips and nose. Her hair was up, yet enough strands leaking out of the braids. She had long, flat curves that were gothic.

They released their embrace, Angela's body tight against the fabric of her body suit, zipped only to mid-chest, her cleavage pouring out.

"My ex-wife, Angela," James continued, gesturing to Mel and I. "I'd introduce you to Mistress FunTashia, but she is on the phone finalizing much for the festival."

"What is it's name of the festival, may I ask?" Mel said, moving from the shadow of Walter an I over to Angela. "And Hi, I'm Melanie. You can call me Mel."

"I love Melanie, if that's okay?" Angela asked and Mel gave her an approving nod.

"Fierce Crimson 1998" James and I said in unison, proud of our tribute to the description of a typical bruise acquired in many realms of BDSM.

"Beautiful," Mel said.

"Angela came up with it after we struggled," James admitted. "Ashlynn, do not scurry away my Dear, we want you part of this..."

"Mr. Donnovan asked if I could..."Ashlyn the youngest of us at 21 said from the doorway.

"My dear girl, you are adorable and I want you trained with the rest," James said glancing over to his boss, then I. "That's okay boys?"

"I'm fine with it," I said looking back at my boss, lover and head of a new arrangement between Mel, Taylor and myself, with desire in my eyes.

"Certainly," Walter said from the bar in the entryway, the office a small satellite space with a couple coffee tables and chairs, he mixed us all a drink and we were soon sitting around catching up, telling tales of travel. Mel had stuck by Angela's side where Walter came over to the women, I too James and Ashlyn.

"Okay folks, on the table in the corner are packets for all of you outlining each day and clipboards with your preferences and role questions." James was perfectly in command, he drinks starting to give us that late morning buzz after breakfast on the plane wore off. "Mistress FunTashia will be here in about 20 minutes and she'll summarize how the rest of the weekend will go."

"James, tell them why we are starting the festival on a Monday and not a weekend," Walter said gathering the clipboards and handing them out with pens.

"We want the festival to crescendo over the week into next weekend." James stood as we sat sipping our drinks and looking between him and the questions. "It will be a slow burn the first few days and then explode from Thursday through the weekend. Our numbers are near capacity starting Wednesday night."

James motioned to Walter, who had mixed a second round of drinks, to come with him to the office where Mistress FunTashia was working.

"There's a sheet to help you fill out the last couple pages, the rest are inventories and preference ratings so we can pair you into the right scenes." James said and the two left and we worked on our questionnaires.

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(Taylor's POV) - A hotel room near the event site

"Oh GAWWWD, FAHEEM!!!!"

I had called my ex-boyfriend, having broke up on the phone a day prior, to pick me up at the airport because I had some regrets.

"YES! YES!"

His large black body hovered over me while his long, thick cock penetrated my cunt, pushing my flesh aside, possibly ripping it while he expanded inside my warmth.

"OHH! YES! OHHHH!"

He was punishing me again for breaking up, the lines of coke in the car fueling my desire for the mammoth appendage. He was thicker than Daddy, not as long; he had more stamina and muscles on top of muscles to hold onto. Faheem was going to be on my 'anytime' list when we got back and hammered out the arrangement moving forward.

"Rip me UP! Baby, make me SCREAM," The drugs coursing through our veins, providing a heightened level of assent. "This IS HEAVEN!!!!"

"Bitch!" he said and slapped me, then ramming me tip to balls. "You don't deserve me!"

"I DON'T!" I screamed, holding onto his sculpted arse cheeks, his cock driving deeper. "Punish ME!!!"

"Fucking RIGHT WHORE!" Faheem screamed, my senses tingling having my second orgasm, my face feeling the slap and my cunt taking the full force of his 230 lbs. of muscle.

"OH FAHEEEEEEM!" I exclaimed, my legs wrapping around his hips to slow the assault. "Ride me!"

He picked me up off the mattress, my legs hanging, my arms going to his neck, in one motion he was kneeling and I was slid down on his cock, our torso's pressing, is muscles against my boobs.

"OHHHH!!!!"

"Mmmmpft!"

He was strong, I rode him as he laid back and I was now hovering above him. Sexually speaking, as a man, he fulfilled all of my needs, checked all of the boxes and in my Daddy's messed up world would continue to be a cock in my life.

"I love your breasts," he said, his hands on them, his demeanor switching to a more loving mode. I beamed with pride jutting them out, my hans on my hips, bouncing slowly and in short pulses. "Lean forward, love."

His accent was divine, my hands went just under his arms, his mouth found my nipples, sucking and taking flesh in with the nipple.

"Ohhh...Faheem...ohhh" the slide and bounce of our bodies, my eyes open, looking down at him, his mouth on my right breast, lightly biting the nipple, my eyes close. "Ohhhhh...."

I slipped my hips back and forward while moving up and down, his cock pushing inside, my mouth was open breathing heavy.

"Baby..." He mouthed and went back to my breasts, his hands playing, spread out over my dark flesh. He adored me and worshiped my orbs hanging before him, fingers pushing and kneading flesh. "Hold on."

His hands moved to my thighs, his lifted me and dropped, lifted and dropped.

"OHHH! Ohhhh!"

My face went to his face, his hips thrust forward, we joined in a kiss and his cock plunged in and out faster and faster.

"Oh LOVER! OHHH! FAHEEM!" I came a third time, the head of his cock hitting my spot fast after the slow ride. His tongue wrapped mine, his hips lifted and dropped and rabbit fucked me again. "OHH YES!!!"

I was able to partition my love for Daddy again my need for Faheem's body, cock and demeanor.

I felt the explosion of cum deep inside, warm, full, squirting out around his balls hanging while we both relaxed.

"Ohhh, Baby..." He whispered.

"You're my God, Faheem..."

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(Ruthie Hanken's POV) Small town 30 minutes west of Des Moines, Friday afternoon, July 22

"Did you bring in the mail Jerry??!!" I hollered out back having come up empty in my search.

"No!" he exclaimed from behind the mower, shirtless, the lack of motion from our neighbors Donnie and Mel the past month depressing.

It was nice swapping and banging with them again last week, however it had burned fast earlier in the summer and then they seemed to have found another crowd in Des Moines.

Jerry told me about Mel's fascination with impregnation from another man, getting himself into trouble with me for a week having not mentioned the number of times they'd hooked up without my knowledge in the early summer.

"Fine, I'll get it..."

He's home two hours before me each day, you'd think...

My thoughts paused as I about tripped over the package on our step, it was from Amsterdam, Netherlands, with the return address from some real estate firm, Donnovan, LLC.

I probably should get Jerry, but fuck it he could have walked out the front and tripped over it and who know's it could be some sort of junk advertisement package.

"Aww, Goldie," I said petting our golden retriever who nuzzled up to me while I bent to cut it open with my car keys. I zipped down the top seam and opened the box. Inside were two t-shirts that read "Fierce Crimson - 1998" on one side and "No pain, no gain...or orgasm" on the other side.

"What the fuck Goldie," I said more to myself than the dog, fumbling over pens, a couple bags to find a hand written note.

"Dear Mistress Ruthie:

We so miss your time with us that we're inviting you to the festival our company is putting on. Free on us, airlines, tickets, VIP all-inclusive access with the chance to live all our fantasies out with us and 5,000 of our closest deviants in the sex capital of the world.

Please fly out to join us, you'll never regret it.

With Pain,

Melanie and Donnie, your faithful submissives"

"Jerry! JERRY!" I screamed out the back. "Come in here quickly please."

My heart was in my stomach or visa/versa, pacing and reading the brochure for the hotel and the festival itself. In true Jerry fashion he had to finish his mowing, so in 10 minutes I digested as much as I could.

"What is it Ruthie?" He asked, grass clippings on his legs. "Are you folks okay??"

I just pushed the letter and the itinerary into his hands

"From Mel...and Donnie."

He read the letter looking up at me, then the sheet, fumbled through the box with the t-shirts and other promotional items.

"Is this for real?"

"It appears so..." I said.

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(Third Person) East of Des Moines two hours - Cedar Rapids, IA - Friday morning, July 22nd

"Rylan! Are you packed?" Gladys Knight called down into the newly constructed basement in rural Cedar Rapids. They had just purchased land and built their house on it's north side. "Carol is meeting us there, correct?"

Carol Sutton helped Gladys and Rylan Knight purchase land for an aggressive development near a newly forming community. She worked with Donnovan Real Estate Holdings, LLC. directly in the purchase, having met representatives at a BDSM site. Carol was also a Mistress on the weekends who crossed paths with Walter Donnovan in several scenes in the Des Moines BDSM facility.

"Do we need any toys?" Rylan, former lineman at the University of Minnesota, asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"No. It's all on site," Gladys said, excitement in her voice when asking. "Did you see who the lead Mistress was?"

"Yes! Funtashia!"

"Don't you dare leave the 'Mistress' off her name in ear shot."

"You going to use it against me?"

"If I have to..."

"Ha, ha...good point. Mistress FunTashia!"

"To late."

"Are you ready to get Mistress Traning Honey?"

"Training...I'm not ready to drive a scene."

"You do upstairs," Rylan said in reference to her sessions with him in their bedroom. "You'll need to plan your week on the flight."

"I hope I'm not sitting by someone who looks over into my seat."

"Unless it's down your blouse."

"You....let's get loaded up and to the airport!"

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(Donnie's POV) - Grounds of the Festival - Noon - Saturday, July 24th

We had finished all of our paperwork at Donnovan, LLC office in Amsterdam, were dropped off at the festival while our luggage was taken to a BnB on perfectly developed space on the hill over looking the festival site.

It was amazing to see the drawings and ideas come to life, vendors already selling to a weekend crowd of onlookers, gaining more registrations. There were dozens of pre-conference participants and workers already milling about the grounds, some in costume, some just enjoying the warm summer air of the Netherlands.

Walter, James and Angela emerged from their ride with Mistress FunTashia and after quick introductions directed us to "eat...but don't over do it" pointing out into the fair like atmosphere we had created.

The decor and look of everything had a dirty "Mad Max" feel, absent of most color, hints appearing seeming foreign, drawing your eye to it when it's appearance made. Make-up on workers and those in their festival attire was uneven and heavy in spots or nonexistent.

"Ah, my pupils," Mistress FunTashia said when scurrying by her, late from riding Faheem, was Taylor. She bowed to the Domme, looking up at her from a kneeling position next to her father and curling into Mel's thigh. "Oh missy, come here."

Taylor looked at Ashlyn, then back realizing it was her. Timidly she got up and walked towards the taller Mistress, bowed and knelt before her.

"We must be punctual." Mistress said, unclipping a whip from her belt. "Master Walter, would you do me the pleasure of disciplining this young lass."

"INSPECTION!" Walter commanded.

Taylor stood, sort of rolling her eyes and then, slipped off her top, shorts and stood there in her bra and panties facing him, head still bowed.

"Fold!"

Taylor bent at the waist, her hands sliding down her legs to make a perfect "A", Walter moving his hand to her arse, Mistress smiled knowing she was his daughter, his fingers running over the crack between the cheeks, slipping under the fabric of the panty.

Early festival goers stopped and congregated drawn in by Taylors creamy dark skin, large breasts, long legs and curves, a glorious site just inside the gates.

"Ohhh, Sir," she moaned, his finger going inside her cunt.

He pulled away, she stayed there and he swiftly delivered five whip shots to the cheeks on her arse.

"Ah...AH! AHHH! FUCK! AHHHHH!"

Master Walter turned to Mistress FunTashia and handed back her whip, James approached with Taylor's papers, to which Mistress intercepted them and simply wrote "Larva" in big letters across the paper which had Taylor's name printed at the top.

"She will start in the depths, we need bodies to humiliate, and she'll have to earn her way out," Mistress FunTashia said, then turned to Walter. "Master Donnovan? Does this consequence please you?"

Taylor looked up from her bend, back at me and then back to her father glaring at him.

"It does." he nodded, picked up Mistresses hand and kissed it. "Lessons learned here will do this one well."

"Very good," Mistress FunTashia said. "Take her away, the training there has started and she needs nothing, and to know no more than she is the lowest urchin here"

"Daddy!!!!" Taylor said while one of Mistress's Escorts took her arm and drug her to a golf cart close by and away she went.

"We're one short." Mistress said looking over at where Ashlyn was arranging some more of our things to be taken to the BnB. "You! Young Missy!"

Ashyln's head snapped towards Mistress's shouts and pointed to her neck.

"Yes, lass, come here please," Mistress said, her body bending, her face moving close to Ashlyn's. "Will you join the others in my inner circle?"

"Yyyes, Mistress," Ashlyn bowed, having some experience with Walter and I at our home and at the club.

Mistress FunTashia's hand reached out, for a moment I thought she was going to grab Ashlyn by the neck, instead a finger extended, long nail at the end, sliding under Ashyln's chin. Mistress brought her face to face and leant in, lips pressing.

The kiss was slow and subtile at first, their skin barely touching, Ashlyn's eyes closed, Mistress's open, then closing and thrusting a tongue deep. I began to feel the heat this woman commanded, the pink flesh emerging from her dark lips.

"Mmmght..." Ashlyn moaned into the tall woman's mouth before her domme broke from her.

"Excellent," Mistress said, leaving Ashlyn standing, eyes closed before opening and trying to regain her bearing. The woman commanding all of our attention turned to the bustle of the masses. "Everyone, follow me."

We walked to one of the many stages that were arranged in a circular pattern on the outside of the grounds. There were benches and chairs in no particular order in front of this stage, unorganized but it made sense. Mistress gestured to the area in front of the state and we sat while she went up on stage.

Majestic described her movements, devices of pain swinging from her hips, small openings that showed flesh, side boob, hip, thigh. I would do anything for my new charismatic domme. She to to the top and standing at the edge she began her first lesson.

"I may spend days at this level, performing, teaching, training," she said, her eyes wide, blue, lips black, nails black. "James, tell them what's important about the levels and particularly this level."

"Ahem...well, this is the 100% consensual level, the biggest since it's on the outside and where most blokes come and partake curious but not ready sometimes," James said. "It's important to get people comfortable to the lifestyle."

"Yes...and our most talented Mistresses and Masters must convince them to give up some consent and travel inward through the different levels and where others will convince them to give up more and more consent," Mistress FunTashia said. "It helps to find out who's got the stomach and the balls to dominate, who our submissives are and how much humiliation we can lump onto them."

"An open stage like this one," James said standing and walking up on stage. "Is an opportunity for you to practice some impromptu domination, or go up with a domme and submit."