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The Dahran Way
Chapter 11 Colin Bowman
The importance of delegation
The arrival of the second junior partner at Deckam's branch in Dahra caused a little bit of a ripple.
All and sundry were delighted with the news of my Swedish general manager, Gustav Ahlson's promotion. He had been managing of the branch for over twenty years. No one had understood why he had never sought promotion internationally, as juniors to him arriving and departing at the branch had done over the years.
The secret of his purchasing of all Swedish slaves on the Dahran slave-markets over the intervening years was not something that he had revealed, except to me.
Bjorn, his first purchased slave of over twenty years ago, being still his lover was the anchor, which kept him firmly rooted and embedded in the sands of Dahra. Not only was Gustav good at his job, as the manager of the Bank's procedures, he was a superb personnel manager to boot.
Colin Bowman's arrival, I discovered, had been at his own request when he heard that junior partners were in future to be added to the staff in London, New York and Dahra and nominations being sought.
His almost impolite words `Jonathan, I got a hard-on when I heard that news that I had made it.'
It did show just how keen the young banker was. If only all my staff were just that enthusiastic!
Colin, now in his late twenties, lacked the personnel and man-management skills, which Gustav possessed in abundance. But where he truly excelled was in the placing of funds internationally. I have seen him place two billion euro before lunch and not even mention it, whereas others would be almost out of control with the excitement of such a major placement.
It turned out that he was delighted with the Filipino couple that Gustav had found for the Bank's villa in the capital city.
`Practising Catholics, who can turn a blind eye' was the way he described them to me, when I asked over morning coffee one day how he was settling in.
I must have raised an eyebrow or two, because he expanded by saying that he had brought home one evening a late night, male, one-night stand and when they overslept, the Filipino housekeeper had come into the bedroom with the morning breakfast-for-one on a tray and said without a quiver in the voice `I think, sir, more toast will be needed and perhaps an extra helping of whipped cream to go on the suntan' as the naked one-nighter sat up in the bed.
At the Bank, Colin settled in just as comfortably as he had done at the villa. I was able to delegate more and more work in the funds area to him. After two months, he took over fund placements completely, which can involve up to moving a quarter of a trillion around the world's banking systems per year. His weekly reports on a single page were a pleasure to read and file with London.
For me, the taking-off of pressure was very much appreciated and I soon fell into the habit of only doing Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays at the Bank. If anything, it went smoother without me and is proof of my personal adage that `when professionals are at work, all others should step aside.'
I did not wish to pry into Colin's private life and he did not invite me back to the villa after that first night. In many ways, he was still healing after Carlos' death in Rio, and I do believe that all healing takes a natural time which can never be pushed. However, he did say that Faisal had introduced him to two friends whom he was seeing `on and off,' as he put it.
But for all his coolness on the sexual front with me, he insisted on a weekly lunch on a Tuesday, `his treat' as he would put it.
When I objected on the second occasion, as I have always felt that having to pay for two lunches in a row or having two paid for you in a row, passes the bounds of decorum and moves in the realms of debt, which as we all know has to be paid usually sooner than later, and at times, with tears.
Colin however on that issue, put me at my ease by saying, `Jonathan, I worship the ground you walk on and I would walk through fire for you, literally and figuratively. I could let you do anything you like to my body, each day, every day and all times in between. Any day you snap your fingers I am there for you as your submissive loving slave, in everything other than the GPS bracelet. To be me, I have to be my own man. I love you so much it hurts at times, but after Carlos I have to find my own feet and it is taking time.'
It was at one of our lunches that I told Colin he needed to find himself a place to call his own. He could not stay at the Villa indefinitely and it would be my pleasure to give him a new residence as a gift. He started to protest.
Colin did not really know of my finances and certainly did not know of the excess in a net five million euro coming into my accounts each month from the sale of water to my neighbours on the western road.
Sssh, Colin,' I said, as I rubbed his ankle with my foot under the table, it is never too late to learn how to accept a gift from someone, who loves you.'
Some weeks later, he found the place he wanted, a detached residence ten miles out of the capital city with a nice four-acre garden and a small swimming pool. It did not cost much and it was my pleasure to give it to him as my gift.
Having recommended the two temporary Filipinos that he had to new employers, Colin staffed it over a period of months with four very nice, young, male slaves from the al-Qatim market, who were all quite dark skinned and whom he sent me for training for a month. He merely said to me with a smile over morning coffee, `When in Dahra, do as the Dahrans do and the retrainer is the best.'
I tried to figure out what Colin saw in his four choices and could only see that they all had very slim waists, apart from their colouring. It was pleasure to ensure that these four got thirty days of intensive coaching on sexual techniques from Frank Kovacs and his two assistants as well.
Colin Bowman was so delighted with the four when they were returned to him that he told me he now had difficulty getting up each morning after the games of each previous night. However, I did not complain having delegated an entire function at the Bank to him.
On the 1st May, three months to the day of their marriage, I presented Jack with the documentation on Harb and Narciso, the two new cooks for himself and Fiona. The two slaves looked resplendent in their blue boxers and with a shimmer of oil on their skin, courtesy of Food and Drink.
By Fiona's look of sheer pleasure, I could see that my gifts were much appreciated.
`Thank you, Jonathan, for the boxer shorts, but as you can see, we are now going Dahran in the Aloe Palace,' and she indicated to Harb and Narciso to shed their boxers.
When Jack had the two young slaves on `display' turn around slowly a couple of times, it was not difficult to guess that their culinary skills were not Harb's and Narciso's only interesting feature, judging from the gleam in my nephew's eye.
Fiona exchanged a glance with him, rolled her eyes dramatically and they shared a private smile. Jack told me later that he exercised his droit de seigneur on both within the fortnight, but he added astutely `I think they had been well plucked before my bedding them.'
I did not enlighten him.
While Jack and Fiona lived at the Aloe Palace, I learned, remembering the Arab males usually like to take a dominant role in sexual matters, that quite unusually Narciso became the dominant partner in bed over Harb, who only had to have his nipples bitten to become a submissive and willing sex partner.
There was one interesting feature of the Aloe Palace during Jack and Fiona's time living there and it was that Fiona never asked for any female servants or female slaves. It was, as if not having found female, Scottish slaves in Dahra she wanted no others.
It was not for me to pry into their family affairs as to how Fiona was getting along without female help in the Palace, but I did mention one day to Jack that she must get a bit lonely not having any other girls or women around.
`Quite the contrary, Uncle Jonathan, she seems to be very pleased to be left to her own devices. You know she is re-constructing the colour scheme of the entire Palace with Pete Downings and as for Beno and Vedel they are almost now like her hand-maidens.'
He must have seen the look on my face.
`Uncle Jonathan, they attend to her in her boudoir and in her bathing. The whole nine-yards as one of the American guys at the Bank says.'
Don't ask me why, but I was shocked and I blurted out, `they are in the bathroom with her?'
`Oh, yes, it's just one step short of Cleopatra being bathed in asses' milk at times.'
`But, Jack, they are...' words started to fail me.
`Slaves, Uncle Jonathan?'
`No, I was going to say men. They are young virile men and you allow them to be in the bathroom with her.'
`Uncle Jonathan, my own morning needs are easily and quickly complied with as you can imagine. My clothes and shoes are laid out for the day. My laundry disappears and comes back fresh. But when that is done, Beno and Vedel have a lot of time on their hands. They have taken over the running of Fiona's boudoir and the selection of her wardrobe. Those are more familiar with Vogue and Fashion Woman than she. They revel in playing court to her. She was only in the Palace two days when they were drawing her bath.'
Jack must have seen the astonishment in my face.
Uncle Jonathan, Beno said to me Master, the Mistress has no one to look after her. When we finish looking after you, we want to look after her,' and that is precisely what they do.'
At first, I thought, Uncle Jonathan, that it was to go and fetch things for her. But Beno explained, we will wash and dress her, Master, as we wash and dress you. In that way, Master, we will show you how much we love you' and that was how it all started. One Friday when I was there, I deliberately made a point of going back to the bedroom suite after I had left it and there were the two of them, one laying out Fiona's clothes for the day and the other checking the bath-water with his elbow. When Fiona walked into the bathroom with a big smile on her face, do you know what Vedel said, `Master, we are now going to bathe the Mistress,' and he closed the bathroom door in my face.'
I could not help but burst out laughing, but it was short-lived, as Jack said, That, Uncle Jonathan, was how they discovered that Fiona was pregnant. They had apparently noted she has no period and slyly suggested to Fiona that they must take extra care of her as the Mistress is now eating for two.'
`What did Fiona say to that?'
`Apparently nothing much, just put her finger to her mouth and said it was a secret now between them, you, herself and myself. They were hugely impressed that not even Pete Downings knew of it and he the head of household! After that, if they were previously attentive, Beno and Vedel went into overdrive. She can't raise a finger without the two of them being there to assist.'
I thought at that moment that Jack's purchase of those two miserable wretches, as they seemed to me that day in the al-Mera auction rooms was yet again an act of Fate not only in his life, but in mine.
End of chapter 11.
To be continued...