Incest/Taboo Jail Bird

"Thank you, Mistress," Dilan said in an excited voice. "Mistress, does that mean they can have my boy-cunt?"

"Yes, that is if they want to fuck it," Kate spoke, turning her chin towards Dilan's voice. "I think we should start you on your transitioning since you love having so many cocks in you, don't you think, my little pet?"

"Yes, Mistress, that sounds wonderful!" Dilan exclaimed, he loved being a sissy, and if Kate wanted him to undergo it, he was all the more willing. He hasn't had his little cock sucked, nor has he fucked anyone since Kate turned him into her sissyslut.

"I hope that didn't upset you, Max," Kate whispered as Kody led them to their table.

"No, not the first time I've seen something like that take place, just not so adamantly like he was. You must have really broken him for a man to be so willing to take it up the ass," Max said offhandedly.

"I did," Kate said proudly. "No one cheats on my sister and gets away with it." Her hand ran down Max's arm as he helped her into her seat. She knew Kody would have done it, yet she wanted her hands on Max as much as she could get.

"I'll keep that in mind," Max mused as he took his seat. Watching how Kate ran her fingers along the brail of the special menu the man placed in her hands.

Max scowled when he couldn't even make out what was written on the menu. Pondering if these rich snobs thought fancy words made them feel superior to everyone else. Seeing Kody leading Dilan towards the kitchen from the corner of his left eye. It wasn't the first time he would ask himself how a man, any man, could be broken like he was to simply drop to his knees and snake another man's cock out like he glimpsed as the free-swinging door showed him before it closed firmly.

"Is something wrong, Max?" Kate asked when she heard him sigh and the sound of his menu closing.

"Only that I can't make out what half this crap says, other than that just peachy, Kate," Max uttered, he wasn't trying to disappoint her, yet prison wasn't a place you encountered refinement. Glancing down when Kate reached across the table and took hold of his hand like she knew where it always was. Which, in truth, Max found very odd.

"Then you let me take care of the ordering," Kate said in a soft, caring tone. Knowing that as his future submissive, if Max proved to be the one, which was becoming quite clear to her as each day passed that he was the one, he could trust her that she would take care of him as his sub. After all, Max is the only one she ever felt safe around to relinquish her role as Domme. Of course, this would stay within the walls of their bedroom once they reached that stage. Outside of it, when they weren't alone and when she was not with him, Mistress Lin would rein. Just because she would submit to Max does not mean she would release her hold on her subs or her club. She just wondered if Max would go for it. She did hope he would.

"Okay, Kate, just none of that duck liver stuff I've heard about before I was sent to the big house, and no fish eggs," Max spoke in a firm tone.

"Yes, Max, I'll make sure it's something very nice for you," Kate said, trying out her new role for a minute even if Max couldn't understand her lifestyle.

"So, Kate, can I ask a question?" Max mused after handing the waitress their menus and listening to Kate ordering their lunch which he hoped would be good. Honestly, gas station food would taste better than what he has eaten for the past six years.

"Of course, Max, you can ask me anything you want. I would like to get to know more about you as well," Kate spoke, not voicing that she already knew a great deal about him or that it was her that had a hand in his release from Lampac.

"Why aren't you seeing anyone?"

Kate felt her face burning as that question left his lips. "No one's been worthy enough in my eyes to rise to the level of dating them," she said bashfully as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Can you take the glasses off?"

Kate obeyed without hesitation. If Max wanted to peer into her nonfunctioning eyes, she wasn't going to deny him. In fact, she enjoyed that Max liked peering at her without the glasses on.

"Can I ask, why?"

"Well, most men just want someone to fuck, others would take advantage of me due to my disability, others would abuse me," Kate said, reaching across the table once again and laying her hand on the back of his. Feeling how tense his muscles were, yet something odd happened; the moment the pads of her fingers trailed down his hand, she felt his muscles relaxing. Smiling inwardly, wondering if Max knew he relaxed himself around her. How that brought great joy to her heart to know that.

"I can understand why you haven't when you put it like that," Max nodded. "But if the opportunity presented itself and there was a man out there that fit the bill, would you?" he asked, hoping that she didn't read too much into that.

"Maybe, if I deemed the man suitable enough," Kate said in an even tone all the while her heart was hammering in her chest. She could read between the lines. It wasn't hard for her to understand what he was asking of her. She just hoped he didn't wait too long in asking her out officially.

"I do hope I qualify," Max said to himself. Kissing and having her suck his cock was far different than winning a woman's heart; prison didn't erase that part of himself.

"Max, what were you like before you were sent to prison?" Kate asked, all the while her fingertips hadn't stopped moving along the back of Max's hand.

"Pretty normal, I guess, came from a low-middle class family. Worked part-time jobs here and there, did alright in school, but you know how it is as a teenager," Max said, seeing her nodding along, "then well, I got involved with Kelly Watts, and you know how that went."

"Have her parents tried to get in touch with you since you've been out?" Kate asked, feeling his muscles twitch beneath her touch.

"No. After what they said at my trial, I'd rather they rot wherever they are."

"But what if they came seeking you out?"

"I tell them to go spend six years in Lampac on death row and then get back to me, maybe then I might consider it; otherwise, they can fuck off for all I care," Max said, waving off her question.

"Were you close to them before that?" Kate asked, knowing he had to talk about it to let go of his anger at the people who've wronged him.

"Enough to know I would never do to anyone what was done to their daughter, yet like my parents and sister, they believed the shitty fake evidence over my own damn word. I had to go to prison just to learn how to be a criminal, but that's neither here nor there. Although, I do wish I could get my hands on the man that caused me to lose six years of my life."

"Oh, if you did, what would you have done?"

"I rather not answer that in a crowded room," Max said in deathly undertones. "That's another thing I learned in prison, to know when to shut up."

"Ah. Then I won't pry anymore; I'm glad you told me, Max, it feels like I'm closer to you now that you have," Kate said in a light cooing voice. Just wishing to reach across the table and kiss those lips of his again. Turning her head when her phone went off in her purse. "Answer," she spoke to her phone as the voice commands connected the line.

"Kate?" Jessica's voice filled her ear.

"What is it Jessica, you know I am having lunch with Max," Kate uttered in a slightly annoyed tone.

"I know, and I'm sorry for interrupting your lunch date, Mistress. I was just calling to inform you that Darren ran and is now involved in a police chase going northbound. So please, when you leave, stay off the interstate, okay?"

"Did he now, interesting," Kate mused, wondering how much jail time he was going to get. Also wondering if what Max had said was true or not. "Jessica, what will happen to him?

"If we can make a case against him, then maybe ten to fifteen years, maybe longer depending on how long he evades police. That is if what the coconspirator says is true or not, I won't know until the man is questioned."

"And what prison would he be sent to?" Kate asked, feeling Max's eyes on her.

"I can't say for sure, Kate, that's up to the judge to decide, not the DA's office."

"Take a guess, Jessica," Kate said in an authoritative tone.

"There's a few: Cedar Creek, Coyote Ridge, Clallam Bay." Kate heard her sister listing off state prison's around Seattle.

"Would Lampac be among them?"

"Yes."

"I see; thank you for informing me, Jessica. Oh, Dilan will start his transitioning soon, won't that be a delight?!" Kate mused with a wicked smile.

"Mistress?"

"Yes."

"May I fuck his cunt when he has that useless thing removed?"

"Yes, certainly you may, who better to break it in than his own wife. Although, I might have him turning tricks given how much of a sissyslut he's turned out to be. Even as we speak, he's servicing the cooks."

"Thank you, Mistress." Kate heard the disdain in her sister's voice for her husband. "And thank you for making me realize what I've been missing in my life."

"You're welcome, dear sister, now if that is all I can smell our food arriving."

"Enjoy your lunch, Kate, tell my Master, my mouth and pussy eagerly await his return."

"Seems my sister can't stop thinking about you," Kate teased, setting her phone back into her purse. Biting the inside of her cheek when she could feel his eye roll at that.

"I've set your glass of Pinot noir to the left of your hand Miss," the waitress said, trying not to be creeped out by how white Kate's eyes were. "And here is your rum and coke," she said, flashing Max a smile as she set his drink before his braised short ribs. "If the two of you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask." Lightly touching Max's arm, signaling that she was interested before heading back to the kitchen to watch the gangbang taking place.

"A rum fan, huh?" Kate mused, feeling Max's hand guiding hers to where her glass was. She knew he did it so she wouldn't knock it over and spill her wine all over the table. However, to her mind, it was just another sign that Max was developing into a fine Master.

"Had it once at a party, kind of liked it, but that was when me and Kelly Watts hooked up in her room," Max said, watching how her fingers ran up the steam then along the flute of the glass before the pad of her index finger ran along the rim of it and dipped down to see how full it was just like he had seen her do at the barbeque joint.

"Ah." Knowing it was that DNA they had found in ,her was why they zeroed in on Max and not the real killer. Given how the man that did the deed was born sterile so they couldn't get any DNA from the sperm they had found inside of her.

"Although, I wish I could thank the person whomever they are, that got the Innocence Project involved in my case, I doubt without their help I would still be behind bars," Max said offhandedly as he cut his short rib from its bone. Not seeing the look Kate was giving him as he sliced up his meat.

"Max?"

"Hmm?" Max hummed as he chewed on his bite, which he had to admit it was rather good.

"I don't want any secrets between us; promise you won't get mad if I tell you?" Kate asked, setting her fork down onto her plate.

"Okay?" Max spoke with a mouth half full of food.

"I was the one that got the Innocence Project involved in your case," Kate said, laying it out for him.

"Huh?" Max uttered in befuddlement. "I don't think I heard you right. Are you saying you were the one that helped to get me freed?"

"I am," Kate nodded. She heard the sound of this fork falling onto his plate, the way the chair shifted as Max leaned back. What Kate didn't hear was Max rising from his seat nor how he moved around the table. That was until her body rocked to the side when Max tightly hugged her. A happy smile formed on her face when he whispered: ' Thank you' into her ear. "You're welcome, Max," Kate mumbled, returning his affection as she lightly ran her hand up and down Max's right arm.

"Okay, I have to ask, the day in the park was that a setup or what?" Max asked, retaking his seat; while he was very grateful for what she did, the question still had to be asked.

"That was fate, I had no idea when you would be freed, so maybe someone was trying to tell us something," Kate uttered, allowing her innuendo to hang in the air. Hoping that Max got the hint. "But I'm very glad that you were there to save me from that man," she said, bowing her head to keep her emotions hidden.

"But why help me? You didn't know me; you had nothing to gain from my release?" Max asked, trying to make sense out of all of this.

"Because the man that did the crime was my sub, not at the time he murdered her, I didn't learn of his involvement until a few months ago when I forced it out of him during one of our private sessions I have when I'm breaking in a new sub. He liked to mouth off during it too. So I had Jessica record it all, on tape, not video. I can't let the world know what happens within the confines of my club. Then I had her contact, someone at the Innocence Project, and sent the evidence I had to them. They took it from there," Kate said into her plate.

"I bet she couldn't be happy about that," Max said with a sinful smirk.

"She wasn't, but I am her Mistress and was his as well; it falls onto me to correct their mistakes. What they do reflects on me, and I can't have that. So I did what any good Domme would do, discipline her disobedient subs."

"I hope it was painful," Max mused as he took another bite of his meal.

"It was," Kate replied with a sadistic smile.

"Okay, since there are no secrets between us, tell me, how does an attractive blind woman become a Domme?" Max asked, leaning on his elbows and interlocking his fingers together as he lightly rested his chin on them.

Kate's mind melted into a puddle of goo when the word 'attractive' left Max's lips. That her mind just didn't hear the rest of the question. "What? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last part," she mumbled, feeling her chest rising rapidly as her body savored those delicious words he spoke. "Oh... umm... it's not that interesting of a story," Kate said, trying to play it off.

"Doesn't matter, I'd still like to hear it; after all, you are the one that saved my life. I think I should know more about the woman that gave me a chance to be free again," Max spoke, wondering if she knew how cute she was when she blushed.

"I've always had a domineering side, as well as a sadistic side to me even before I lost my eyesight. Yet, once I did, it became more pronounced given how some people will take advantage of a disabled teen. Then my parents sent me to a school for the blind after the operation had failed to restore my eyesight. While I was there, one night, I won't tell you how old I was, nor will I give you the person's name. That will remain between the two of us," Kate said sternly.

"Go on," Max uttered, gesturing for her to continue.

"One night, I heard something; being blind kind of throws off our sleep cycle..."

"I can imagine."

"So, as I was saying, something drew my attention; at the time, I wasn't as nimble as I am now with my cane. It wasn't a surprise when he heard my approach. Not that it caused him to stop what he was doing. When I entered, I just stood there, listening. Listening to the woman's moans of pain and pleasure. I had no clue what was happening, obviously. However, I didn't need my eyes to know what was going on. He didn't stop either when I knew he knew I was standing there listening to the acts taking place. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder..."

"This person didn't touch you in that manner, did he?" Max asked, feeling his anger and jealousy rising.

"No, never," Kate answered with a shake of her head. "Being in this lifestyle isn't about sex; it's about control. While yes, some Masters and Mistress do have sex with their subs and do give pleasure to their subs as a reward for their obeyance to them, that isn't the main reason we enter a Dom/sub contract."

"So then, you became his sub?" Max asked, trying to wrap his head around Kate's lifestyle.

"No," again, Max was met with a shake of her head, "I became his pupil," Kate said truthfully.

"That so?"

"Yes, when he placed his hand on my shoulder, he said: 'You like hearing her in pain, don't you?' I said yes, of course. 'You expect obedience from your friends, don't you?' Again, I spoke that one word. 'Yet you don't like having your will taken from you?' This I told him no. I heard him squatting down in front of me. 'You want to know how I know this?' He asked of me, to which I nodded. 'Because you have had a smile on your face listening to my pet moan in pain and pleasure ever since you've walked through that door.' He said to me. 'Since your arrival here, you've never smiled once, yet when I dish out my pet's punishment, your face is lit up with glee. Would you like to stay and be a witness to the rest?' Max, you have to understand. Up to that point in my life, regardless if I was blind or not, I had been living a lie. Hiding who I truly was, even from myself.

Thinking that if someone saw me for what I truly am, I'd be shunned, carted off to the nut house. Disowned by my family. Yet, my teacher, that man, taught me what it meant to be a Dom, or Domme if you're a female. He taught me while yes, Doms or Dommes do dish out the pain, but it's never to be cruel to our subs. The contracts we enter with our subs are so intimate, so pure, because the moment you do, you know they entrusted their safety, their will, their very being into your hands," Kate explained, clutching her hands to her chest as her feelings expressed themselves along her face. "That at any given moment, you could end their life, and they would be powerless to fight back. That is why if I hear of any Master or Mistress mistreating their subs in my club, they are given time to correct their mistakes, or they will be cast from my establishment. I take the safety and the health of all the subs that enter my domain very seriously. Can you understand what I'm telling you, Max?"

"Yeah, I guess I can," Max admitted with a nod. "Although."

"Yes?"

"Kind of sounded like you were in love with the man, whoever he was."

"As a father figure, as my teacher, but nothing more than that," Kate said, wondering if he understood the reason why she had told him that. "Why? Are you jealous?" she asked with a coy smirk.

"If I am?" Max replied with an arched eyebrow.

"May I see you, Max?" Kate asked, laying her hands, palm side up, on the table, waiting for Max to make the next move. Her pulse raced as she felt his fingertips running along the palms of her hands before lifting them off the table. While she may never see with her eyes again, yet beneath her touch, her mind drew the image of the man she hoped he would be.

"Does seeing me make you happy?" Max asked, noting the way she was fighting back her smile.

"Yes," Kate said in a breathless whisper.

"Then why are you fighting it?" Max asked, seeing how his question took her aback. Reaching across the table between her arms and lightly, but firmly, taking hold of her chin and bringing her forward without resistance. "Kate, it's okay to express yourself around me. You don't have to hide from me. As weird as you are, you aren't so weird that you will scare me off," he said, seeing how her eyes lit up, if that was even possible for a blind woman.

"Max?"

"Hmm?"

"If I'm attractive, as you say I am, then why haven't you kissed me?" Kate asked with soulful longing.

Max ignored the other patrons that were enjoying their meal as he rose from his seat. He's been dying to feel her lips once again ever since he got in the car. Her inhalation of breath through her nose was loud in his ear as the two of them passionately kissed. His eyes were on her as her eyelids fluttered open; the tips of her fingers danced down his cheeks as he pulled away. Watching how she nuzzled his hand as he caressed her cheek.

"You know it's okay for you to show this side to me, right?" Max spoke in an even tone as he peered down at her. Watching how her right hand covered his as the feminine side of Kate's personality emerged, knowing that she was safe with him. Tilting her chin up towards him, "You do know you are safe in my care, yes?"

"Yes, Max," Kate answered at once. He may never be what she or anyone else sees as a true Dom, yet Max's will alone was enough to show her he was indeed just like her.

"Good, then I want to see you smile more, no more hiding behind this mask of yours. You should know by now I can see through it," Max stated, walking back to his seat.

Kate's heart pounded in her ears. Her nostrils flared. Her nerves were on edge as she heard him retaking his seat. "Yes, yes, indeed, you are the only man that I will ever submit to," Kate whispered in her mind. "Yes, Max, I won't hide it any longer, but only when we are alone. Is that acceptable to you?" she asked, leaving out the word Master from her question.

"It is," Max agreed, knowing she had said that to keep up her appearance as a Domme. He might be on the outside now; nevertheless, prison had taught him appearances meant everything. If an inmate thought you were weak, you became prey. If they knew messing with you outweighed the benefits, they gave you a wide berth. He didn't understand all that a Dom, or Domme, as Kate was, meant, but he knew her showing weakness would doom her, and he wasn't about to do that to the woman that had a hand in setting him free. He owed her his life, and he wasn't the kind of man that would ever overlook that.

"Max?"

"Yes, Kate?" Max replied after finishing off his watered-down rum and coke.

"Shall we partake of the garden?" Kate asked, not hiding her blushing cheeks any longer.

"Yes, of course," Max said, getting up from his seat and helping her out of her own. Ensuring that she had everything before allowing her to take hold of his arm.

"Kody?" Kate spoke once they had exited the dining area.

"Yes, Ms. Moss," Kody uttered, turning towards her.

"Tell Dilan once the kitchen staff has used that sissy boy-cunt of his to ensure that none of that cum stains the car while he waits for us there," Kate said in a firm tone.

"Of course, Ms. Moss, I'll ensure that he's informed," Kody nodded. Remembering how well Dilan polished his knob. He wouldn't fuck him, not after having his asshole stretched out from the two black chefs that DPed him, which he had seen happening when he went to inform the cooks of one of their visitor's dietary restrictions.

"Thank you, Kody."

"It's always a pleasure to see to your needs, Ms. Moss. Will there be anything else that I can help you with today?"

"Are the Roma roses still in bloom?" Kate asked; she's always loved the way their fragrance filled the air.

"I believe they still are. I take it a stroll in the gardens is in order?" Kody asked with a warm smile.

"You know I can't leave without wandering that tranquil place," Kate mused, "however, now, I have someone to share it with," she quickly added to herself. She wondered if this was what her mother meant when she harped on and on about how she would find that one person that meant the world to her. At the time, she didn't think that would ever happen, yet now, even after a short time of knowing one another, she did feel that connection. That security in knowing she could let go and fully give herself to Max. Not that she would ever say that to him, at least not at that point in time.

"And which way is the exit for it?" Max asked, looking in the direction the man pointed, nodding that he understood when the man told him how to get there. "Thank you, Kody."

"You're very welcome; any friend of Ms. Moss is always welcomed at Mallard Head," Kody spoke, knowing that is what his boss had told him and the rest of the staff to say and to treat whomever she brought along, whomever she deemed as a friend, like they were the highest tier members at the country club. This was simply the first time he's ever seen her bring anyone that wasn't part of her group, so he's never had to implement that rule, until now.

"Remind me to bring you along when I go grocery shopping," Max teased, enjoying the sound of her light giggle as he led her towards the exit that led out to the gardens.

"And why is that?" Kate asked, keeping her attention focused on the tapping of her cane.

"If you've got pull here, I'm sure you have a massive pull at the local supermarket! Just think of all 'em goodies," Max joked, feeling himself smiling when she did as well. Pulling Kate into him abruptly when a couple arguing amongst themselves nearly ran into her. "Hey, mind your manners, and watch where the hell you're going!" he barked, giving the man and woman a look. A look that had kept many of the new fish from doing something stupid. Seeing their gazes drop before quickly scurrying off. "I'm sorry, Kate, I didn't mean to startle you; I just didn't want you getting hurt because..." His voice stilled as her arms slid along his waist beneath his suit jacket as she hugged him.

"It's okay, Max. I know you wouldn't do that unless you had a reason," Kate uttered in a low whisper. Pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to how his heart quickened. Biting her lip, smiling in her mind that his increased heart rate was because of her. "Now, how about you let me show you the wonder of their gardens?"

The next day...

Max woke up in his sister's bed with a smile stretched from ear to ear. As usual, he woke up at five on the dot, old habits. He normally went back to bed afterward when his mind finally realized that he wasn't in prison any longer. Recounting the rest of the day he had spent with Kate. It was the best day he's had in six long years., except for the trip to the police station to give their statements to the ploice, other than that it was magnificent. Glancing down, noting his morning wood, then to the door. Knowing his sister was due to be up at any second. He didn't see a problem in getting off if she was so willing. Leaving his underwear on the floor, walking naked out to the living room of Carol's apartment.

Seeing the weak light that filtered in from the kitchen playing along his sister's exposed midriff since her shirt had ridden up in her sleep. Slowly lifting the blanket she was using off of her lower half. Seeing her dark red panties greeting him as he did. Watching her stir as his fingers probed her canal. Feeling her slickness starting to coat his skin. Seeing her eyes shooting open as he stuck his cock into her mouth. If she was so willing to give up her pussy to him, he was going to take it anytime, anywhere he wanted.

"Suck it slut," Max ordered, making his sister squeal as he hammered his fingers into her cunt. Just like yesterday morning, Carol's eyes never left his as her lips glided along his cock. Listening to how wet his sister was getting the longer he pounded his fingers into her wet pussy.

"Master, use me any way you want," Carol cooed once her lips left Max's mushroom top.

"I had planned on it," Max spoke in a monotone voice.

"Take me, Master, fuck this slutty, sisterly pussy of mine," Carol begged as she spread her labia apart when Max knelt between her legs. Holding onto her brother as he took her hard and fast. Feeling his cock gliding through her pussy like he owned it. Which Max did. Biting her lip as Max jackhammered into her cunt. Pounding her cunt to soreness. Something she wholeheartedly enjoyed. Her back arched when Max manhandled her breasts. Twisting her nipples to the point of being painful, slapping them hard, she would take the abuse. She did, after all, earn it. If Max didn't see her as his sister any longer, she would gladly be his fuck toy. No matter how painful or how embarrassing it would be. She would gladly do it to repent for her sin. "Master, may I cum for you?" Carol asked through heaves of breath.

"Fine, but your cleaning my dick afterward," Max grunted as he felt his sister's pussy spasming around his cock. "You better be on birth control."

"I am, but I'll gladly carry your child if that is what you want, Master," Carol spoke in an obedient tone. Moaning out as Max buried his cock deep inside of her as he dumped his fertile seed into her womb.

"Wake me up at eight," Max ordered, leaving his gasping sister on the couch soiled in his cum.

"Yes, Master," Carol answered with a smile on her face.

"Do you not like it, Max?" Carol asked, noting how he stared oddly at his new license once they had left the DMV.

"Just don't understand why the gold star sort of reminds me of what the Nazis made the Jews wear," Max said, tucking it into the slot in his wallet and returning it to his back pocket. "Stop by the bank; I want to see if my money has cleared yet."

"Yes, Max," Carol obeyed without hesitation as she pulled out of the DMV's parking lot.

Once again, he felt their eyes on him as he walked confidently into the bank. Then again, it was probably because of the resting 'don't fuck with me, and I won't have to stab you' look on his face that caused them to be on edge. Seeing that same woman visibly shaking that he had interacted with upon his release, behind the counter.

"Y-yes, how may I help you?" the woman asked with a trembling voice.

"I'm here to see if my check has cleared yet," Max stated truthfully. Giving the woman his account number and pulling out his wallet handing her his new license.

"Yes, it cleared sometime after midnight."

"Then let me withdraw five hundred," Max stated, knowing he couldn't always be relying on Kate to pay his way. Plus, he needed gym clothes. Also, he needed a car for the days when he wasn't working as Kate's bodyguard. If he was truthful with himself, it was so he could whisk her away and so they could just have some time alone with one another. "Thank you," he spoke once the woman handed him the small envelope filled with the cash he had asked for.

"Where to now, Max?" Carol asked when Max returned to her car, where she had waited patiently.

"Clothing store, then to this Planet Fitness place that's close to my new place," Max directed.

"What are you getting?" Carol asked curiously.

"Gym clothes, maybe some new outfits."

An hour later saw Max and Carol, who was carrying his bags that were filled with five different outfits he would wear to the gym. A weeks' worth of new normal everyday attire, underwear, socks, and a pair of new sneakers to wear to said gym. Storing his belongings in the trunk of her car. Noting how Max was intently watching her actions as she brought up Google Maps and hit the address that was saved to it. Keeping her smile to herself when her brother stared at the screen as she pulled out of the parking space of the local Target they were at.

"How does this thing know where we are?" Max asked in a quizzical nature.

"GPS... global positioning system, all modern phones have them, even yours," Carol stated factually.

"Can you like turn it off?" Max asked; he had spent six years being tracked by the guards of Lampac and the State of Washington. He wanted no one to know where he was at any given point in time.

"Pull out your phone, and you'll see something like this," Carol said in a teacherly voice as she swiped down on the top of her screen, showing him what the location icon looked like. "If it's lit, it means you're connected to the GPS satellites in orbit. If it is greyed out, then it means it's off. But you need the system if you're going to use the mapping system to find your way around town."

"They have a new Camaro?" Max mused, turning in his seat as Carol drove past the local Chevy dealership.

"They do," Carol nodded, knowing how her brother always liked that style of car growing up. "Would you like to stop by and check them out afterward?"

"Yes," Max stated firmly. He had the money, and he was damn sure going to get the best one.

"Then we will; you know you can order one to your specifications," Carol said, feeling her brother's eyes boring into her.

"You're not fucking with me, right?" Max asked in a very stern tone.

"Never, Master, I wouldn't lie to you," Carol said, slipping into her sub persona. "But we can still stop by the dealership if you want."

"I do."

When they drove past the brownstone Max would be moving into tomorrow, she knew her access to his cock would be limited unless she wanted to move in with him as his full-time sub. That was the only way she knew she would be getting fucked on a regular basis. Then again, she knew Max; he probably wanted to be on his own for a while.

"Pop the trunk," Max ordered once they pulled into the gym parking lot.

"Why?"

"Need a workout," Max said, sliding out of his sister's car. Looking at the time, knowing he could get an hour in before he had to leave to browse the cars, then head back to Carol's apartment to get ready to escort Kate to the club that night.

Carol kept her body from heating, imagining what his ripped body would look like covered in sweat. Listening to Max digging through the bag and throwing a tank top and a pair of shorts onto his shoulder. Watching him lacing up his new sneakers and holding them by the heels before shutting her trunk.

"Hi! Welcome to Planet Fitness! I'm Rebecca, a personal trainer here; what can I do for you today?" she asked with a warm, friendly smile. Her eyes ran down his physique, knowing he didn't need any personal help. Although, she did love running her hands over men's hard muscles. Especially when it was late at night in the gym, where she would be riding her clients on the machines.

"Hello," Max spoke in a polite tone, "I was thinking of joining here, and it being close to my new place, I thought I'd check it out."

"I can certainly help you out with that," Rebecca said with a beaming smile. "Will you be joining as well?" she asked, looking at Carol.

"No," shaking her head, "I'm just his ride; how long will you be?" Carol inquired, looking over at her brother.

"No more than an hour," Max stated.

"Okay then, I'm going to run home and do some errands. I'll pick you up in an hour," Carol said, seeing Max nod in understanding.

"Now, if you'll just fill this form out, and once you do, I'll show you around the place," Rebecca said, laying the form down before him and a pen. "Excellent!" she exclaimed once she ran her eyes over it, ensuring everything was in order. Typing it into the system and pulling out the digital camera they kept there to make new membership IDs. "Now, if you'll just stand in front of that wall, I'll take your picture for your ID. Give me a smile," she said from behind the camera. Still, she was met with that stone face expression. "Come on, smiling won't hurt you; I bet you like my tits?" However, it wasn't the smile she hoped for, but she would take a smirk.

"So, can I ask where did you work out before coming here?" Rebecca asked as she showed Max around the facility.

"Lampac."

"Huh? Never heard of a gym called that," Rebecca spoke, turning her head towards him.

"Because it isn't a gym, it's a prison," Max answered factually.

"Really, a regular bad boy, huh?" Rebecca flirted.

"Something like that."

"Well, the sauna is there, and the men's locker and showers are there," pointing them out, "don't worry about locks; we have an attendant in there to keep watch over our member's personal items."

"But who watches the watcher?" Max asked, seeing how that took her aback for a second.

"I assure you; we haven't had anyone's personal items being stolen from this facility since opening here three years ago."

"Let's hope it stays like that," Max muttered; still, he wasn't going to risk it. If prison had taught him anything, it was that people couldn't be trusted.

Max noted how the woman's eyes ran over his tattoos he had gotten in prison. Not that he would ever tell anyone what they meant. Most wouldn't understand if he did tell them.

"I'll be your spotter for today, if that will be alright with you," Rebecca uttered, noting how his veins bulged out along his biceps. It wasn't hard for her to tell how many hours he had put into getting the body he had.

"You sure you can spot me?" Max asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I'm stronger than you think?" Rebecca cooed, holding up her right arm and flexing for him. "So, what are you looking to get out of this workout?"

"To keep what I already have and maybe a little more," Max said, following after her as she led him towards the section where the free weights were.

"You ever think of putting some definition into those muscles?" Rebecca asked from over her shoulder.

"No, well, yard time was limited, so I focused on bulk more than definition, as you put it."

"You don't want to get any bigger than you already are, do you?" Rebecca asked, turning around and walking backward.

"No, I got enough, I think. Rather not have my arms sticking out when I simply walk around. So what's this definition you're talking about?" Max asked; he just watched people working out; he pumped the weights until he got to the size he currently was.

"Hear me out, we work your muscle groups to keep your bulk with some high weights and low reps. Then we switch over to some low weights but very high reps. When you were in, did you do squats?"

"Yeah."

"What's the max you can squat?"

"Five hundred pounds," Max said, knowing that was twice his body weight.

"Impressive," Rebecca whistled after asking what he weighed. "How many reps can you do before you have to rack?"

"At that weight, three maybe four, but that's pushing it," Max admitted.

"Okay, we'll do some free weights to keep your bulk and switch to the machines for the light weights. I'm guessing cardio wasn't a big thing for you?"

"Well, if you mean doing laps around the death row prison yard, then yes, I did work some cardio in," Max said, seeing her jaw just drop.

"Y-your not like a killer... or something?" Rebecca stammered, her fear showing as she stopped in her tracks.

"No. I was innocent, never killed anyone on the outside," Max said truthfully. He couldn't say that about the men he had sent to the prison hospital.

"But what about inside?"

"Lampac isn't a place for the weak. It's kill or be killed, at least for me it was," Max stated factually.

"Okay," Rebecca said nervously, "let me just get a measurement on your BMI before we begin, alright?"

Max's face grew red as his muscles strained as he lifted the bar that rested on his shoulders as he rose from his third squat. Breathing heavily as he, with Rebecca's help, set the bar onto the stand.

"You okay?" Rebecca asked to which Max nodded as he began to take the weights off the bar and place them back onto the stand with the others. "So how did you get those scars?" she asked innocently as she had Max do ten sets of reps with the dumbbells with one hundred and fifty pounds on each, then having him work on the barbell that held two hundred and fifty for the same amount of reps. Which, to her eyes, Max had no trouble handling.

"Told you; Lampac isn't for the weak," Max huffed as he brought the bar to this chest, feeling his muscles tightening as he did. "I'm sure you've heard the name Maximillian Daysome on the news?" Seeing her nodding as he performed his last rep. "That would be me," he said, seeing her mouth dropping open once again.

"Okay, that's just... wow, no wonder you don't smile."

"Yeah, you try sleeping surrounded by rapists, murderers, thieves, and everything else, and you too won't be smiling for long," Max stated as he set the bar down.

"Alright, let's head over to the machines, and get the next sessions knocked out," Rebecca said, placing her hands on her hips as her tight gym attire showed off her body.​