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I walked out of the restaurant to find that the passion of the
southwest desert plains had quickly dissipated after sunset. A morose sky
filled with cold pinpricks of light allowed the blanket of furnace-hot
air to rise and disperse. In the diluent air of the high ALT,
little of the day 's lovingness would be left by dawn, and I would need a
jacket if I wanted to stay out in it. As it was, it was just
comfortable.

I glanced to my side and then the former and noticed that I was
alone.

`` I 'm coming, can. ``

I turned around in clock time to see the restaurant door swing closed
behind my dinner-date and traveling comrade. She looked mildly
annoyed. `` They had difficulty running my corporate card through the
machine, '' she said, still holding the mention card in her hand.

`` I could have taken care of it, Betty, '' I told her gently.

Betty frowned and shook her head after putting the card back in her
wallet and her pocketbook into her purse. `` He got busy sign. Yours would
have had the same fuss. ``

`` I would get just used my own and vouchered it. ``

She gave a wave of dismissal. `` No need, it 's been taken care of. ``

The look of her vocalism made me suspicious. I had been working on
this undertaking with her for the last three months, and in that meter I
learned a lot about her pose. `` Oh ? And just how did you do that ? ``
I asked, the smirk on my aspect and tone of amusement in my vocalization most
likely suggesting to her that I already had an idea.

Sure enough, she gave me an enigmatic smiling and drew herself erect.
This was no piffling affair. Betty was a declamatory womanhood. Not fat. Large.
Nearly six feet tall, big-boned, matron-bosomed, with inkiness, crape
hair that surrounded her head like an aura. When she drew herself
straight like that, the term full-figured came to mind.

So did the news formidable.

`` I simply used my womanly appealingness to convince him to use the older
credit card swiper, '' she stated regally, sniffing the air.

`` I 'll bet, '' I replied with a snigger. `` Will I find him cowering
behind the bar if I went back inside ? ``

She snorted. `` He caved immediately. What a wimp. ``

I laughed. `` Come on, let 's get back to the hotel before you do any
more price. Honestly, I ca n't aim you anywhere. ``

`` Oh, you 're no fun at all. ``

We must give birth looked the odd pair. She easily topped six inch over
me. Thin-boned and lean, I normally thought I looked pretty level-headed and
fit, but next to her I was positively skinny. It had led to some
humourous moments during the league. `` Hey, Betty, did I severalise you
what, um, what 's his name, the one that looked like a salientian ... ''

Betty smirked. `` You mean Berkshire from the Los Angelos office ? ``

`` Yeah, him. He asked me if we were married. ``

Betty gave one short barking joke. `` Oh, really ? What gave him that
estimation ? ``

`` That 's what I asked him. He made some blockade noises and said
something about opposites attract and went off. Have to take on, I was
glad to be rid of him. Even though afterward I was saddled with what 's
his face from accounting ... ''

`` You 're terrible with names, you know that ? ``

`` Hey, what do I bed ? I 'm a programmer and railroad engineer, not public
relations. Why 'd they think they saddled you with me to make the
introduction in the initiatory berth ? ``

A breeze blew up as we passed the side of the hotel, bringing a
deeper nighttime chill. I felt a shudder go through me. Betty did n't
seem to oppose to it at all. She was like a Brobdingnagian bowlder ; it was very
hard to travel her without a lot of posture, skill, and leverage. I
relied on her for far more than just remembering names on this business
trip.

`` Oh, I do n't fuck, '' Betty said, her phonation a picayune softer. `` I have
to admit enjoying this partnership. ``

I looked at her. She smiled. From her that was a vast compliment.
'' I /know/ why he thought we were married, '' I said with a smiling. `` He
pictured me as the henpecked husband and you as the domineering wife. ``

Betty laughed, sounding loud as it echoed across the park that sat
between the eating house and the hotel on the other side of meat. Rather than
walking to the recession and down the sidewalk along the adjacent side,
she started down one of the winding route in the park. I did n't inconvenience
pointing this out to her. She did nothing without a understanding. `` Now how
could he possibly get that idea ? '' she asked.

`` Are you kidding ? You practically ran that conference. ``

`` Do n't sell yourself short. You had all the technical detail. ``

`` Yeah, but I would have been lost trying to deal with all our
clients on top of the manager from the regional situation. Not to
mention you helped beat off the brute when I got to the really
controversial marriage offer. ``

She shrugged nonchalantly. `` Business is business. And sometimes
people have to be told what 's good for them. '' She paused a moment, the
smiled again. `` Yeah, I guess I can see why he thought that. We worked
rather well together, did n't we ? ``

`` I 'd say so, yes. The company 'd be half-baked not to recognize it. ``

The conversation fell silent between us for a short patch. The park
was largely deserted. It was not terribly late at night, but this part
of southern Utah was not known for its night life. The eternal sleep of Utah
was n't exactly a social hot office either.

We did find one other couple in the parkland. A real duo, not two
people that happened to be next to each former. They were seated on a
terrace in the duskiness between two adjacent street lamps, quietly
cuddling.

`` You know, even the hotel person thought we wanted one room when we
arrived earlier, '' Betty remarked when we were out of survey of the
couple.

`` Oh ? ``

`` I had the feeling he was doubtful we were really there on a
business trip-up. ``

I snorted. `` Well, not every company tries to cut toll like ours, ''
I commented dryly. `` I wonder who 's splendid idea it was to have us
drive back from Grand Canyon State to Mile-High City instead of going back by air. ``

She shrugged again. `` We can make it back by tomorrow night, '' she
said. `` Anyway, it 's kind of nice to see some scenery on the way back.
And I have to admit, the company 's been good. ``

That was the first clock time I had heard her express any form of
personal spirit towards me. I had naturally assumed that we were
getting alone well simply from lack of evidence to the contrary. Betty
was very in force at letting you know when you were doing something to
annoy her, but slow to observe when you 're doing something nice. `` Thank
you, '' I said. `` The feeling is definitely mutual. Although I 'll be glad
to be back. ``

I made that argument automatically, without any sentiment behind it.
If I were pressed to founder a reason for why I had said it, I would have
to say that it was expected in a conversation like this. Everybody is
glad to be back from a business enterprise trip.

`` Have soul to go back to ? ``

The question surprised me enough that my mind refused to parse it
at starting time. `` semen again ? ``

`` married woman ? lady friend ? Mistress ? '' Betty asked.

I blinked, still nonplussed by her query. `` Mistress ? ``

Betty smirked. `` Whatever. We were working at such a breakneck pace
that I do n't opine we ever really talked about each other much. ``

I could have pointed out that that night was not the first base meter we
had had dinner together during our partnership, and that we could have
talked about it then, but I refrained. Instead, I replied, `` No, not at
the moment. ``

I had hoped she would pass on it at that, but trying to get Betty to
stop doing something was like trying to check a hummer with a while of
tissue paper composition. `` Dating anyone ? ``

`` Been too busy, I suppose, '' I replied. I hoped she would assume I
meant the time we were on this task and leave it at that. Sojourner Truth be
told, I did not have much of a sociable liveliness, especially with the
opposite word sex. I had trouble relating to women. Betty was easy because
she was a business pardner, and because she /was/ so formidable that I
would have been far too intimidated to even seek anything with her.
All charwoman intimidated me to a degree, but Betty topped the list, at
to the lowest degree where love affair was concerned. Thus it never became an issue in our
partnership.

`` I know how that feels, '' Betty said in a slightly more strapping voice.

I caught a note of longing in her tone and decided to use it to
change the centering away from me. `` You have someone waiting for you ? ``

`` Oh, not really. I do n't date all that much. At least ... not in
the traditional signified. ``

`` Oh ? ``

She was soundless for a few here and now as we passed a pair holding
hands walking the other way. The soft roar of running water drifted to
us as the path took us shut to the creek that ran through the park.
'' Let 's put it this way, John. In some way, Berkshire was right in his
assumptions about me. I do like to dominate. ``

`` Then I would think you would have it made, '' I told her
half-jokingly. `` I 'm surely many men find you a little ... intimidating. ``

Betty snickered. `` Yeah, but too practically so, sometimes. It 's real number toilsome
when virtually of them wo n't even approach you. ``

`` haul twenty-two ? ``

She sighed. `` In spades. ``

We were quiesce for some time after that, the silence broken only by
the sound of the brook. I felt bad that I might have made her
depressed, even though it was her that brought up the theme in the
1st space. I looked at her, but her face betrayed zilch. It held
the same hard feeling that she always carried when dealing with business
affair. I felt it in effect not to say anything. Nothing I could induce said
would consume helped matters.

We continued along the side of the creek until the Creek took a
sharp turn away from the path, and the quiet returned. I happened to
calculate back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my side. The
yellow-tinted twinkle briefly illuminated her branch before my shadow fell
over them. Like the rest of her, they appeared large and formidable.
Again, not fat ; they were simply in proportion to the rest of her. They
were still clad in the Shirley Temple stockings she had worn at the end of the
conference earlier that day.

With the insistence of the project deadline gone, I was starting to
see Betty in a different igniter. On the whole, when one got past her
large stature and nimbus of unapproachability, she was actually fairly
attractive. If affair were different - if I were more well-fixed with
women outside of a professional setting - I might turn over pursuing a
relationship with her.

Suddenly the silence between us was deafening. And it was
unnatural, considering how well we got along together over the past few
months. But what to say to her now ? There was no horse sense in talking about
business organisation topic now. That really left only one alternative, despite
the fact that it might be a issue she did n't really require to pursue
anymore. What 's worse, I now had a burning at the stake oddment about something
that could turn out to be rather personal.

I had no other options, other than to wear the silence, which I
did not reckon I could do for some reason. `` Betty, intellect if I ask a
question about something you said a few bit ago ? ``

She looked at me and shrugged. `` indisputable, why not ? ``

`` You do n't have to answer if it 's too personal. ``

She smirked slightly. `` And when have you known me to continue something
to myself. Go ahead, ask away. ``

`` When you mentioned before that you tended to ... well, dominate in
a family relationship, I guess I was wondering what you meant. ``

Now that enigmatic smile of hers crossed her boldness, the form of
smile that could make citizenry cringe. Sometimes it even made me nervous.
'' What do /you/ think it means, John ? ``

I had n't expected her to put the glob back in my court. Now I knew
a picayune of how that Berkshire fictional character felt. `` I guess it could stand for
wad of things, '' I said. `` Could just mean you like to lead during a
dance. ``

`` I do n't dance. Try again. ``

`` Or, um, it could entail you like to be the one to make the
decisions. You know, about where you go on a engagement. ``

`` As I said, I do n't go out on date. want another go at it ? ``

It was too late when I realized what I had gotten myself into.
Which was poor fish, because I had in the spinal column of my mind the idea that
this may indeed be the case with her. `` There 's really only one matter
left, '' I said with a bit of a weak grin.

`` If that 'thing'is sex, then the third base time 's the appeal. ``

It was a bit of a rest to have had her say it instead of me.
'' Whatever be adrift your boat, '' I said, trying to sound non-committal.

`` Now it 's my turn to ask a question. ``

I should have expected that. `` surely. ``

`` Do you date at all ? ``

Turnabout was fair sport with her. It would n't be fairly for me to
hold back when she was willing to let out something personal about
herself. `` Not really, no. ``

`` Why ? ``

I shrugged, but I knew that was not going to be good enough an
answer, not from the way she was looking at me intently. `` I have
trouble relating to cleaning lady, '' I told her. `` On a personal tier, that is.
Professionally, no problem. ``

`` Which explains why we got along so well, '' Betty commented. `` And
what about now, with the business aspect of the relationship about
gone ? ``

I paused a bit to incur the right Book and failed. `` Different. ``

Another interruption. `` Intimidating ? '' she asked.

`` Yes. But it would be the Saami with any woman, not just you. ``

There was another binge of quiet between us, but not complete
secrecy. We were reaching the other slope of the commons, and I could get a line
traffic from the street that ran between the Park and the hotel.

Now she started to smile pleasantly again. `` So intimidated you
wo n't follow up to my elbow room for a bit and have a drink with me ? ``

`` A drink ? '' I asked, momentarily dumbfounded at the sudden shift in
the conversation. `` You mean, as in alcohol ? ``

She smirked. `` Of trend, silly, what else would I stand for ? ``

`` How 'd you grapple that ? ``

`` What 's the big deal ? Alcohol 's not illegal in Mormon State, they just
regulate it more here. eatery have to receive a special country permission
for it, and many do n't chafe. You just looked annoyed earlier when you
found you could n't get a swallow at dinner. ``

I considered. I knew that she might accept had another motivating in
mind. Perhaps she was indeed feeling a piffling lonely. In a way, I
suppose we were kindred liquor. Neither one of us could connect to the
opposite sex in a normal way. I had to admit that the idea of some
female person fellowship, even just for a nightcap, was an appealing idea.
Not to cite being able to get off the Utah government-imposed wagon.
'' What have you got ? ``

`` Just a small bottle of some good vino. Nothing really hard. '' She
gave a half-smile.

Even better. I did n't like having anything too strong in the
evenings. Yes, it would help me get to sleep, but I did not sleep as
deeply as I would induce otherwise.

`` I suppose I could do that, '' I replied.

`` Good. You wo n't regret it. ``

And then she gave me another enigmatic smile.

Betty 's way was alike to mine. It was just as roomy, as she
had used her natural `` negotiating accomplishment '' to plug us two of the
better rooms in the hotel. As soon as I walked in, I saw the bottle of
wine-coloured sitting on the nightstand next to the king-sized bed.

Betty strode over to it, grabbed it from the board and presented it
to me. I automatically took it into my hands. It was Lambrusco, a
relatively inexpensive soft Italian wine-colored. It was quite well ; in fact,
it happened to be one of my favorites.

`` Very good choice, '' I said, and tried to hand the bottle back to
her.

Instead, however, she backed away. `` Let me get some cup for us, ''
she said. `` Why do n't you go ahead and afford it ? ``

She dashed away before I could react, heading into the lavatory
with her purse still slung over one shoulder joint. As I set the bottleful down
on the nightstand, I heard the bathroom threshold swinging closed behind her. I
thought cypher more of it. I simply assumed that she had to use the
bathroom.

I opened the bottleful and took a place on the lounge just as Betty
emerged from the bathroom carrying two styrofoam cups. She was no
longer carrying her purse, and somewhere in the dorsum of my thinker it
registered that I did not get word the toilet flush.

She reached the bottle in several long strides, as if some sentience of
urgency was dogging her steps. I had been about to put up and pelt the
wine-coloured for her, but I decided it was best to let her run the show. I
admitted to being mystified at her sudden burst of intensity, something
I generally saw only when she was working on something she needed to
get done.

Whatever it was, it all but disappeared when she finished pouring
the wine into the cups. With a much more slow down gait, she brought the
loving cup over to the lounge, handing one to me and sitting down on the
shock absorber next to mine.

`` Not much to be said for the presentation, I 'm sure, '' Betty
commented with a grin.

`` So long as it has alcohol in it, that 's very well by me, '' I replied.

`` In that grammatical case ... '' She thrust her cup forward. `` Here 's to the end
of the group discussion. ``

I could definitely fuddle to that. I touched her cup with mine, and
the two of us took a long pull at the wine. Betty watched me over the
rim of her cup with eyes that had a sense of anticipation to them.

By now, I had a dim smell that something was not quite right,
but I was not able to put together all the subtle clues to figure out
what was going on. Perhaps Betty was simply more heroic for
society than I had thought. I had the legal brief, wild thought that
she was hoping I was going to make some sorting of advancement. It only took a
moment to pull in that was preposterous. From what she had told me, it
was her that made the advance, and there was no shed light on sign she intended
to do such a thing. She had to know I would turn her down in any case.

`` Do you like it ? '' she asked.

I nodded. `` I 've had this wine before, '' I said. But as my tongue
shifted in my back talk, I caught a very faint, acidic tang. I took another
sip of the wine-colored, let it linger for a few seconds, and swallowed. There
it was again.

Betty had been about to hire a sip herself when she stopped and
raised her brow. `` Problem ? ``

`` Oh, no, not really. Did you get this wine today ? ``

`` I 've had it for a few daylight. Why do you ask ? ``

I nodded. That had to be it. `` Never brain, that explains it. ``

`` Explains what ? ``

`` The wine-colored 's just very slightly acidulous, '' I told her. `` I 've had that
bechance if the wine-colored gets too warm. ``

`` Oh, yes, '' Betty said, looking relieved. `` I think I might cause left
it in the car for a few time of day the other day. That 's probably it. I 'm
sorry about that. ``

I shook my question. `` Not a big deal. It 's still a good wine. '' To testify
my point, I took another long sip.

Betty smiled. `` I 'm not much on wine myself. I tend towards gin and
scotch myself. ``

I made a face. `` Ca n't stand either of them. I do n't go much for
shuffle drinks anyway. ``

She snickered. `` Oh ? You had no bother with that Margarita the
early day. ``

`` Now that 's an exception. You always make an exception for a good
Margarita. ``

She grinned. `` Did I ever tell you how I reacted when I heard I was
going to be working with you ? ``

`` I ca n't recall that you did. ``

`` I was sure it was going to be a catastrophe. I could n't see two so
unfitting the great unwashed in my life. ``

It was something of a relief to hear her say that. I had had
alike view, though most in all likelihood for different reasons. To me,
engineers and client supporting never mixed. They could n't ; their agendas,
their focus, was just too different.

`` I would deliver thought, though, that you might have seen an
advantage. You could have easily taken complete restraint of the project.
Is n't that more your nature anyway, to rule. ``

`` I suppose that 's lawful, as far as it goes. ``

`` Oh ? ``

`` business concern is a lilliputian different. I 'm naturally aggressive in the
bodied man, but as for actual domination, I tend to apply that
strictly to issue of sex. ``

I had finished about half the cup of wine already. I found it easy
to drink in fast when I was talking with somebody at the Same time, as I
tended to focus on the conversation and banish my drinking to
autopilot. I was feeling a little reddened, like the blood was rushing
to my chief. I did not think I had had enough to nominate me palpate like this,
but perhaps it was because the tension had lifted.

`` kind of separating business from pleasure, I suppose, '' I
commented.

Betty smiled. `` You might say that. ``

I felt a sense of vague discomfort below the waist and shifted in
my fundament automatically to fix it. `` I apologize for asking you such a
raw head in the first stead, '' I said, still having a sense
that I needed to atone for pursuing the topic.

Betty shrugged. `` I answered it, did n't I ? ``

`` fountainhead, yes, but you did n't have to. I mean ... the fact that you
do n't ... well, get a good deal opportunity ... ''

I trailed off, realizing that I was only making thing worse. I
sighed and took a long pull of my wine, getting down to nearly the end.
Perhaps it would be best to simply finish it off and get back to my
room.

`` Do n't interest too much about me in that regard, '' Betty said. `` I 'm
going to rectify that job quite soon. ``

As I downed the last of the wine-coloured, I was fully aware that something
was indeed amiss. I shifted in my seat as that horse sense of discomfort and
tightness came over me. Things moved in just the right way to alert me
to just what the problem was. For the past few minutes I had been very
slowly gaining an erection, and the way I had moved in my seat released
the pressure enough to allow it to complete its expansion, a retentive, surd
bulge in the genitals of my pants.

I was so surprised at the realisation that I said nada for a few
instant. Why would I be having one now ? While the topic of conversation
had turned somewhat to the matter of sex, there was goose egg inherently
titillating being said. Sex was not even really on my head that evening.

`` Is something incorrectly, John ? '' Betty asked with a grin.

Did she lie with already ? My gasp were fairly dark-coloured ; unless I
brought attention to it, she might not see it. `` Oh, nix. I was just
thinking maybe I should get back to my room. ``

`` Maybe stay just a few minutes longer, '' Betty said. `` At to the lowest degree until
I finish my vino. ``

I nodded vaguely. Perhaps in that sentence my erection would abate.
I 've sometimes woken up hard, or had a particular bumpy road induce
one, but they generally went away in a minute or so.

Yet instead, if anything, it seemed to get harder. I could feel the
heart rate of my pulsation in the gibe where it pressed against my skin.
Generally it took a great pile of arousal to get me that way.

`` Are you uncomfortable ? '' Betty asked.

`` No, not really. ``

`` That 's surprising. Most men would if they were that remains. ``

It took a moment for my intellect to believe that it had actually heard
her say that. I briefly entertained the whimsy that she meant something
else and was teasing me by using oral communication like that, but the look on
her face destroyed that theory. `` I, um ... I have to admit to being a
bit ... embarrassed, '' I managed to say. `` I was n't even thinking of ...
of anything. ``

Betty finished off the last of her wine-coloured and put the cup aside. She
gave me that grin again. `` I know. But I was. ``

I struggled to empathise what was going on. `` Huh ? That does n't
make sense. And I have to tell you, I do n't think ... I do n't think we
could ... ''

`` We could. We can. And we will. ``

My penis was so swollen that it ached. `` And what if I say 'no'? ``

`` Then you 'll take that erection for the future eight hours. ``

`` That makes even less sense. No one can give an erection for that
long ! ``

`` They can if its been helped along a picayune. ``

I stared at her for a few seconds. Finally I managed to put it all
together. Closing the room access of the bathroom ; no potty flush ; her rush
to pour the wine out into the cupful before I could see the interior of
them ; the acidic aftertaste in the wine.

`` You put something in my vino, '' I said stonily.

`` Just an erecting foil, '' Betty explained, grinning.

I thought furiously. `` But I thought that stuff 's not supposed to
work until you actually get ... well, excited. ``

`` It 's not sildenafil, '' she said. `` It 's something else. An to begin with,
somewhat more rock oil drug. But it wo n't harm you. ``

`` How can you say that ? '' I said in a rising affright. `` An eight hour
erection is plenty to cause ... p-permanent damage. ``

`` That 's true. Unless something is done about it before then. ``

`` So is that what this was all about ? To institutionalise me to an embarrassing
head trip to the parking brake room ? ``

Betty smiled. `` There 's another way around the problem. If you have
an vivid enough orgasm, you can drop off the erection for a myopic time.
Have enough of them, and you 'll cave in your peter enough of a relaxation to
avoid damage. ``

I rose to my substructure. The cotton of my briefs rubbed the underside of
my shaft in a provocative way. `` Then I 'll repay to my room and ...
take charge of that. ``

`` You 'll never get them acute enough to do you much dependable, '' Betty
said. `` But I can. ``

I knew what the right matter to do was. The rightfulness thing was to depart
her hotel room immediately and psyche straight over to the hospital. As
embarrassing as it might be, it was what I should do. And then call the
police and theme Betty for what she had done to me.

I half-turned towards the door, but went no further.

`` I only had the two pills with me that I gave you, '' Betty said in a
matter-of-fact voice. `` And I 'm not telling you the figure of the drug.
The hospital wo n't be able to treat you without knowing which drug it
was. And it could bring an hr or two to test you, more than if they have to
send out to a lab, which they probably would in a rinky-dink fiddling
town like this. ``

I turned back to her. I looked at her, with her self-assured,
relaxed military position on the sofa, and that smile that could institutionalize shake
down the spine of even the strongest and most willful man. I tried to
summon up hatred for her, or ira, but neither was quick to come to
me. `` So that was the whole purpose of inviting me for a drink ? '' I
asked. `` To make me throw sex with you ? ``

I wanted her to laugh at me. I wanter her to abase me right
then and there, and give me an exculpation, a reason to become tempestuous with
her. I was lost as to why I was not simply furious with her. I was
angry at what she had done, risking my sexual health as she had, but I
found it difficult to become angry with her.

Betty did not do what I wanted. But what she did say explained
everything.

`` I dominate the men in my lifespan, '' she said. `` I intimidate them, I
verify them. You 're intimidated by char when you try to go about them
as an adequate. Have you thought, perhaps, that this is because you would
enjoy being dominated ? ``

I was too stunned to reply. What was more telling, however, was the
fact that I did not rush to traverse what she had said.

She rose from her tooshie and came over to me. Without another word,
she began to undress.

Off came her blouse first. Two monolithic breasts swelled under a bra
that had to be at least an E-cup and 40 to 42 inches around. Even then
it looked like they were threatening to spill out the sides and top.
Her torso was boneheaded, but her stomach flat.

Her skirt slipped off her wide, lash out articulatio coxae. Her stockings came to
midway up her thighs, where a garter belted ammunition held them up. Her panties
were a belittled trigon over her crotch.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts rolled out of
her cups, each campaign of her trunk causing them to babble. The pap
were quite expectant and salient, standing out erect, the darker skin
around them slightly puckered.

She pulled her panties down slowly, smiling mischievously at me as
her totally hairless private parts was revealed.

Finally, she removed her stockings. Some women often appear to cause
heavy legs, only to find that their stockings were covering a multitude
of imperfection. Not so with Betty. Her legs were smooth as silk.

Now completely naked, she stood right in front of me. `` William Tell me,
John, '' she said softly. `` Do you guess you could bring in yourself to bear on
me now ? ``

I stared. If I had n't been hard because of the drug she had fed me,
I would have been by then. She was stunning. I would never take
imagined that such a splendid torso lie beneath her business organisation suits.
Her body completely redefined beauty. No fashion fashion model could be built
like her and expect to have a career. But then no style model could
boast having so much More of everything that makes a woman a woman.
Betty had the solidity, the presence, that other adult female lacked.

I wanted to touch her, if for no former reasonableness that to wee-wee certain she
was very. I could induce. It would have been a simply affair to just
raise my hand and place it on her hip, or cup one of her bosom, or
caress her ass, or slide it between her legs.

But I could not make for myself to do it.

`` You ca n't, can you ? ``

I shook my head.

`` Do you know why ? ``

I could n't reply. I knew the answer, but I could n't say it.

`` You 're so intimidated by me that even my nakedness, which
traditionally symbolizes a adult female 's submissiveness, ca n't compel you. ``
She smiled. `` So now my openness becomes a beginning of major power instead of
weakness. ``

I sighed deeply. `` I have no idea what to say to that. ``

`` Do you feel ashamed ? ``

Her question surprised me. But what surprised me even more was the
answer. `` No, not really. Is that bad ? ``

She smiled. `` Just the opposite. It means I was right. ``

`` I ... I still have my doubts whether I would ... enjoy this. ``

`` There 's only one way to happen out, then, is n't there ? ``

`` What do you want me to do ? ``

`` In general, anything I tell you to, '' she replied firmly. `` Right
now, I want you to ingest off your clothes while I fetch a few things. ``

I complied. I took off my gasp and briefs first, to relieve the
intense pressure there. My peter sprang out thicker and concentrated than I
ever remembered it being. It was also slightly purplish in colouring material, like
when I occasionally wear a band around my scrotum to temporarily
enhance my erection.

Betty, meanwhile, went to the walk-in closet and returned with a
large satchel that she placed on the bed. She withdrew a pair of shiny
metal handcuffs from the satchel, which she casually swung from one
finger as she watched me strip.

`` I should receive figured on those, '' I commented as I shed the last of
my clothes.

`` When I dominate, I do so totally, '' she explained. `` Physically and
emotionally. '' She came up to me, glancing down at my penis, which moved
each prison term my heart heartbeat. She smiled. `` It 's always the quiet, shy men
that have the courteous pecker. ``

`` Um, thank you, '' I said. `` And I 'd like to keep open it that way. ``

`` Impatient to start ? ``

`` You might say that. ``

`` Put your hands behind you and turn around, '' she ordered.

I complied. She took one of my radiocarpal joint in a very unassailable grip and
snapped one cuff closed around it with the metal zipper-like
sound of the lock finding its tightest fit. She did the Saami with my
other radiocarpal joint. I noticed something odd, however, when she let go of me.
There was a lot to a greater extent play in the strand than I thought there would be.

`` Do n't grow around, '' she said.

I heard her rummage through her satchel again. Then she was behind
me again, and reaching around to wrap something around my neck. For a
instant I panicked and thought she was about to suffocate me, but it
turned out to be a collar of some sort. Then she pulled on the Ernst Boris Chain on
the handcuffs, forcing me to raise my wrists and turn away my branch until they
were halfway up my backrest. Something tugged on the back of my collar,
pressing it against my throat. The atmospheric pressure increased when she let go.
She had attached something between the book binding of the collar and the
handcuffs.

`` That 's a little uncomfortable, '' I complained.

She turned me around. `` Oh, is it ? '' she asked, grinning.

`` I guess this ... this is a little more than I was expecting. ``

`` You could have resisted me at any fourth dimension, '' she said. `` Why did n't
you ? ``

`` Because you probably would n't do anything with me if I did. ``

`` Very true. But now we 're almost ready to begin. There 's just a few
more preparations. Stand at the understructure of the bed, your back towards the
bed. ``

`` What are you going to do ? ``

`` You 're not to question me, '' she said. `` Or I may decide to penalise
you. ``

The idea of being punished by her was both scare and
exciting. The former won out, however, and I obeyed her.

`` Spread your peg apart. ``

I did so. `` I think I know what you 're going to do, '' I said.

`` Shut up. ``

She had not raised her articulation, nor had she put any anger into her
voice. She had used the same lead but business firm tone she had been. Yet
it could not have been more effectual if she had screamed it at the top
of her lungs.

From her satchel she retrieved two leather strap with buckle and
thick electric cord attached. She wrapped a strap around each ankle and tied the
free end of the corduroy to the leg of the bed on that side, pulling it
taut. As she did this, she pulled my legs a short further apart so
that now I could continue standing only if I continued to stomach erect.

Betty was not yet done with me. She came over with several brass
rings, varying in size from two to three inches in diameter. Each had a
hinge so that it opened on the opponent English, where a clutches could proceed
it closed. A thin Ernst Boris Chain also lay in her hand.

She took one of the rings and carefully fit it around my testicles.
I felt a small shudder go though me at her jot, however non-sexual it
was right now. She tried out a second and then a 3rd one, looking for
the right fit. Finally she selected on, slipped one end link of the
chain onto it, and closed it tightly around my testicles, the Sir Ernst Boris Chain
hanging down about six inches beneath my scrotum.

Betty looked at me and grinned. `` Just one more item, and we 'll be
ready to initiate. ``

I refrained from comment, at least until she showed me what the
last detail was. `` You ca n't be serious, '' I blurted.

`` Oh, but this is what will aid in making your sexual climax most
spectacular, '' she said as she held the trail weight in her medallion before
me. `` appropriate me to demonstrate. ``

It was then that I truly felt how helpless I was. I could only
watch as she carefully hooked the weight to the free end of the chain.
She slowly let her hand drop, and the system of weights tugged unmercifully on the
halo. I winced, expecting to feel as if she had just kicked me in the
musket ball. Instead, it stopped just suddenly of that. I felt like my nut
were about to pull free from my body, but the pressure sensation on them, and the
angle at which it was applied, was not enough to contuse them.

`` Can you feel how your clump are pulled away from your body ? '' Betty
asked.

`` Quite well, '' I replied in a strained voice.

`` You see, when you get close to climax, your physical structure tries to pull
your nut towards your dead body. If it ca n't get them close enough,
you ca n't orgasm. And the longer it takes you to get to orgasm, the
more spectacular it is. '' She smiled evilly. `` Perhaps you need to a greater extent of a
presentation. ``

She stood off to the side. Her script reached down and press my
penis against my venter. I moaned softly at her touch, realizing how
often I had been craving it from the start. She used two fingerbreadth to
vigorously get me right at the most sensitive spot about a 3rd
the way down the shaft from the pass. I normally did not care for this
sort of hand job ; it was over with too quickly. I felt myself rise very
quickly to climax.

I groaned loudly as the spirit of urgency increased swiftly,
approaching the pointedness where I would crest over into climax. I grew
close to climax, right at the decimal point of no return, or what should have
been. Yet as she continued to stimulate me, I would not crest.

Her fingerbreadth continued to move in a steady, circular rhythm. `` This
will drive you crazy before long, '' Betty commented with a smile.

I tensed every muscle I could and my penis throbbed once, a unity
small fall of semen oozing out, but that was it. `` If I lifted the
weight, you 'd orgasm instantly, '' Betty said. `` Would you like me to do
that ? ``

`` Y-yes ... '' I groaned.

`` You would like me to cause you cum ? ``

`` Yes, please ... ''

`` Say it, then. ``

Ever close but not over. She was right, it was maddening. I knew
what she was doing. This was a ritual of passing. I knew and she knew
that this was the point of no return. I had let myself be manipulated
by her, placed in a position that rendered me physically lost. Yet
this was not the same as submissiveness. For that, I had to cede
any last bit of will or defiance that I had in me.

If this had been an hr ago, and I was simply asked point blank to
participate in this, I would never have got done it. But once I allowed
myself to be drawn into it, it seemed so natural as to be frightening.

`` Please make me cum, '' I begged.

She smiled serenely and tapped at the system of weights with her toe, making
it swing slightly. The reposition atmospheric pressure on my testicles made my member
throb once, but no flood tide. `` Would you say, John, that I control your
orgasms ? ``

`` Yes ... ''

`` Say it. ``

I swallowed. I felt the heat rising to my buttock, but I was beyond
caring. `` Y-you ascendance my climax. ``

`` And there 's a reason for that. You no longer own your cock. I own
your dick. Say it. ``

`` You own my cock. ``

`` And since I own it, '' she said in a lenient articulation. She stopped
stimulating me, letting my penis cliff until it was standing unbent
out from my body. Her fingerbreadth caressed my testicles, the peel taut from
the tug of the weight. She reached down and grasped the chain, pulling
on it so that I no longer felt the pull. `` I 'm not obligated to get to you
cum when you want. I 'll make you cum when /I/ want. ``

At no tip in my life had I been so desperate to have my phallus
touched. A igniter spot for just a few endorsement would have been enough to
send me over at that moment. The actualization hit me tough who was in
control now, and that I had given it to her.

I looked up at her, and as I did, she slowly smiled. `` Do you see
now, whoremaster, what I meant ? '' she asked. `` Do you see that this is how you
were meant to relate to woman ? ``

`` It 's ... it 's still very hard to acknowledge. ``

`` No pauperism. You already have. ``

She let the range of mountains pillow slip from her fingerbreadth and the weight tug at my
testicles again. I glanced down at them. They looked swollen, as if the
repeated stimulus of my penis had caused some sort of backup in
them. It was probably my imagination.

Betty passed out of my view briefly, and I heard he in the satchel
again. She returned with something that looked like a belittled charge plate egg
about two inch in distance, with a wire snaking out of one end of it
that led first to a switch and then to a transformer. Two leather
strap were also attached to the egg.

She strapped the egg tightly to the underside of my member near the
base. She took the transformer out of eyeshot behind me and I heard her
plug it into the bulwark. Still behind me, she picked up the wire. There
was a suction stop, and the plastic egg began buzzing softly as the vibrator
inside it started.

In less than a minute I was hanging at a period short of sexual climax, not
quite as close as before, but enough so that the effect was
excruciating. `` I do n't cognize if I can take this much longer, '' I told
her.

`` You do n't have a choice, '' Betty said. `` You /will/ take it, and
you 'll remove it for as longsighted as I want. In the meantime, you 're to please
me. ``

She picked up the ottoman that sat next to the dresser and placed
it in presence of me. She stepped onto it, and all at once my perspective was
filled with her massive knocker. I could smell out a faint aroma from her
skin, a combining of her perfume and sweat. The pap on
each white meat were even more large than before, standing at least a
half-inch erect.

For a second, my quandary was forgotten. She grabbed the hair's-breadth in
the backbone of my caput and pushed her entrust titty into my face. I could n't
breathe for a few seconds, until my mouth found her mamilla and my lips
closed around it. She then relented enough for me to draw in breath
through my nose.

I sucked lightly and drew more of her into my mouth, filling it
with the slightly salty gustation of her pelt. I heard her moan softly. I
licked at the nipple, still astonished by how magnanimous it was. I could
actually hold it firmly between my lips, flicking at the tip with my
tongue.

I felt her traction tighten on my tomentum. `` suck it, '' she demanded in a
husky voice.

I drew it into my rima oris again, squeezed it tightly with my lips
curled over my teeth. I licked at the nipple, and I decided to try
something. I closed my lip further and inhaled as strongly as I
could, drawing her tit nearly to the back of my mouth.

Betty drew in her breath sharply and moaned deeply. I felt a
shudder pass through her. `` That 's it, '' she hissed. `` That 's the way to
do it. ``

I should have realized from the get-go what she wanted. She did
nothing halfway. She experienced everything to the extreme. Despite her
desire to rule me ( and now, as I slowly admitted to myself, my
desire to be dominated ), she wanted it rough.

I sucked her nipple into my mouth again, and as I let it go this
metre, I let my bare tooth just lightly see it. With a quick twitch of
my jaw, I gave her a little bite.

Betty 's body jerked, briefly smothering me with her titty. `` You 're
... a bold one, are n't you ? '' she said in a slightly breathless voice.
'' If I had n't enjoyed that, you might be in some serious fuss right
now. ``

I felt I was already. My penis was driving me insane. I went at her
breast voraciously, driven by the need to trouble myself. After
awhile, Betty withdrew her allow breast from my backtalk and presented the
right titty for me, and I repeated the entire thing.

Finally, panting, Betty pulled away and stepped off the stool. `` My
god that was thoroughly, '' she said.

With the distraction gone, I was about at the end of my wits.
'' Betty, /please/ let me cum ! '' I cried.

Betty recovered and smiled. `` What did I say about your cock ? ``

I groaned. `` You ... you own my cock. ``

`` Which means ? ``

I swallowed. `` You decide when I cum. ``

Betty 's smiling turned more friendly. `` You impressed me with your
science. I think that deserves a piffling wages. ``

I had thought that it meant she was going to simply vacate the weight
and let me climax. Instead, she turned off the vibrator - which was
something of a minuscule relief in its own decently - and removed it from my
member. Then to my surprise, she knelt in front of me and took my penis
into her mouth.

Never had I felt such a skilled knife in my aliveness ! It moved in ways
around my penis that I did not suppose were anatomically potential. I did
not ask Betty to even desire to do this, since it 's generally seen
as a type of entry to the Male, especially in this location. Yet
when I thought about it, it made sensory faculty ; she was doing it completely by
her own alternative, and not mine. I had no option early than to go for it.

Suddenly, the weight on my testicle was gone, and my penis
exploded.

The start throb were so intense they seemed to pass up into my
belly, and I felt a slight twinge of annoyance in my PC muscle with each
throb. Betty pressed her finger hard in a position just short of my anus,
and I nearly fell over from the intensity level of the turmoil of my
prostate. I felt myself shoot lading after load of seminal fluid into Betty 's
mouth, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Each time, just before
she drew back to immerse, her mouth clamped around my phallus hard,
coaxing it to turn over up more.

It was the long and most acute climax I had ever had. I would
have collapsed to the floor if Betty had not stood and grabbed my
articulatio humeri after I had finished throbbing.

Betty looked at me and smiled. `` Now was n't that worth the time lag ? ``

I took a few seconds to catch my breath. Every muscle in my body
seemed to ache. `` Good lord, yes, '' I cried. `` I never had anything like
that before. ``

`` And it looked like it did the trick, also. ``

She pointed downward. I looked at my phallus. Very slowly, it had
started to damp and drop off its erection.

I gave a suspiration of moderation. `` Good. I 'm not so sure I could take that
again, no issue how pleasant it ultimately was. ``

Betty gave me an evil grin. `` The drug I gave you is still in your
system of rules. Before long, it 's going to cook you grueling again. In fact, you
wo n't really completely go flaccid this clip around. ``

I looked down again. My penis appeared to stimulate already stopped
softening. It was hanging in a DoS between flaccid and hard, like it
sometimes did as I was getting aroused. I closed my eyes and groaned.

`` However, I am not completely cruel, '' Betty said, lifting my head
by the chin so I was looking into her center. The contained a compassion
tempered by mischievousness. `` I will loose you, except for your
manacle, so you can load a bit. ``

Betty released the handcuff around my ankles and removed the collar
and connecting chemical chain to my handlock. My legs screamed in pain when I
tried to move them at first, having stiffened from being locked in
position for so long. My weapon also hurt when I unbent them as much as
the handcuff would countenance, which was enough to adulterate the muscles a
bit since there was some romp in the chain connecting the cuffs.

`` Walk back and forth a few times, '' Betty suggested.

I was already doing so, and slowly the pain abated, replaced by a
general tired ache. By the metre I felt I had worked enough of the
stiffness out of them for it to be tolerable, I noticed that my penis
was becoming intemperate again.

`` We 'll involve to wait a little bit before you 're quick to respond
again, '' Betty said. She sat down on the border of the bed and spread her
legs wide of the mark. As I had noticed before, her crotch was completely hairless,
not even so much as stalk present. The labia were perfectly formed,
and as she spread herself, I could clearly see her glistening clit,
swollen and extended, tumid on her than on most women, which seemed to
be very apropos for her. `` In the interim, I have another way in which
you can delight me. Come here. ``

I crossed over to her, and found that I was aegir to oblige her in
what I know she wanted me to do. As I knelt between her ramification, she
grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at her. `` Just like with my
breasts, I want you to be aggressive, '' she warned. `` Do n't disappoint
me, especially here. ``

`` It might be well-off if I could use my handwriting as well, '' I told her,
my vox strained from the angle she held my head.

Betty smiled evilly. `` You use cipher but your tongue for this. In
fact, get used to this now. You will never advert me with your hands.
Only your tongue and sass, and - if you 're good - maybe your cock as
well. ``

She leaned back slightly, pulling my brain with her and pushing my
face into her waiting cunt. At once my tongue was pressed against her
clitoris, and I started licking at it like a man demise of thirst.

`` Very good, but do n't neglect the rest of me down there, '' Betty
said in a husky voice.

I responded by thrusting my tongue into her vagina as far as it
would go. When I slid it over her clit again, it carried a thick
coat of her fluids. She pressed my boldness into her mound more firmly,
causing her fluids to smear over my lips and nose. The strong odor of
her sex filled my nostrils, overwhelming my senses.

Despite how often is written about it, it is actually quite
difficult to take a woman 's clitoris into the mouth. Most are simply
not large enough, or do not protrude enough. Betty 's, however, was
different. I could admit it between my lips and suck it into my mouth
and sport with it with the tip of my tongue, all of which brought
approval from Betty in the form of mysterious groan and shudders.

Betty had to be the most sensuous woman I had ever met. late
partners - the few that I had had - never vocalized or responded as
strongly as she. I used to think that it was because my carrying into action had
been lackluster, which had only served to piss dealing with adult female
harder. But perhaps I simple had not met the right woman.

I suddenly noticed Betty was panting. `` That 's it ... keep going
... '' she gasped. Her back arched. `` Do n't stop ... do n't ... oh my
/god/ ! ``

Her hale body seemed to convulse, and her peg threatened to clamp
around my head. And like with everything else, she did not see
her orgasm halfway, either. Her integral soundbox rocked with her throbs,
which I could feel as tangible compression in her vagina. I teased her
button lightly through her climax, which made her tingle again.

She let go of my hair's-breadth and collapsed fully onto her back.
'' Magnificent, '' she breathed.

I was almost as pleased as she was. I had never been told that I
had satisfied a char so well. `` I am glad you found me satisfactory, '' I
said.

Betty propped herself up enough so that she could take care at my face
and smirked. `` You may fathom pretty low-key about it, but you look like
the cat that ate the canary. ``

`` Let 's just say that I 'm beginning to see the meritoriousness of this
human relationship. ``

With a moan, Betty rose into a seated position. She reached into
her satchel and came up with a towel. `` Stand up, '' she said.

She used the towel to gently wipe my face clean, and then motioned
for me to sit next to her. `` We 're going to be at this most of the
night, you realize. ``

`` I understand. I 'll try not to return out before it 's over, '' I
commented, only half-jokingly.

`` You 'll hold up just all right. In fact, you 're already holding up much
better than my ex-boyfriend. '' She sighed. `` He could barely go for two
hr before having to give up. ``

`` The drug in my system does tend to be a motivate factor. ``

`` I want you to know that I do n't usually operate like that, '' Betty
explained. `` But when I met you, and got to know you, I knew early on I
wanted you. ``

`` You 're joking, '' I said flatly. `` You have to be. ``

Betty grinned. `` Oh ? Why ? ``

`` No woman wants me that badly. ``

`` But have you been looking for the rectify woman ? ``

It was uncanny that I had only been thinking that myself just a
little while ago. But then the other implications of what she had said
came to me. `` Wait a moment ... you had been planning this for some prison term
now ? ``

Betty smiled and nodded. `` When I want something, I go for it. ``

`` But you suggested you never used the drug before. ``

`` I 've used it before, just on more willing men. fountainhead, willing Thomas More
or less, '' she said with a knowingly glimpse. `` But this is the beginning sentence
I did it on the sly. I did n't want to run a risk rejection. ``

She meant it. For all her aggressiveness and scattergun approach shot to
romanticism and sex, I could see in her boldness that she would make been very
hurt if I had turned her down.

`` Many multitude think that because I do this I do n't care, '' Betty said
in a cushy voice. `` I do. Just in a different way. ``

I nodded slowly. `` I think I 'm beginning to understand you a little
better, '' I said.

She looked at me. `` adequate to look at moving in with me when we get
back to Denver ? ``

I was n't for sure how to respond to that at first.

`` I care for you, John, '' Betty said. `` I have for some time. I do n't
want to see you ache anymore trying to make relationships with women on
a stratum that just does n't form for you. I want you with a cleaning woman that
will apprise you. ``

I had never known her capable of such tenderness. It was making it
difficult to say `` no ''. I was n't so surely that /I /wanted to say `` no ''.
And verity be told, I felt something for her as well. This whole frame-up
was quickly turning from something that I had been forced to do into
something that I wanted to do.

`` Will it mean more nights like this ? '' I asked with a slight smile.

`` If you mean more drug-induced erections, thralldom, kept just short
of orgasm until you go nuts, and punishments when you fail to delight
me, then the reply is 'yes', more nights like this. ``

I had to smile. `` You have n't managed to show me what punishment is
like. ``

Betty returned it. `` You have n't given me any reason to yet. ``

`` And if I did ? What would the punishment be ? ``

`` You 'll just have to find out for yourself. ``

I considered this for a few consequence. `` In that case, '' I said
finally. `` Maybe you do n't own my cock after all. ``

Betty grinned in understanding. `` Oh ? '' she said, giving me that
chilling enigmatic smile.

It very nearly made me mislay my nerve. `` Yes, that 's right, '' I told
her. `` You do n't own it. You do n't control anything about me. ``

She stood up and towered over me as I remained seated on the edge
of the bed. `` And here I thought you were a quick assimilator. It looks like
I 'll necessitate to use some stronger methods. ``

`` Do your risky, '' I told her.



Never had I more regretted something I had said than that night.

I do n't know how she had done it, but she had managed to convert
the door of the closet into a straining device. I hung upside down with
my rear against the room access, my peg spread, each ankle wrapped in heavyset
leather restraints. Wide straps attached to them ran over the top of
the threshold and were secured somehow on the other face, holding me with
the top of my promontory inches from the floor. The metal ring was clamped
around my testicles once again, its chain of mountains also disappearing over the
top of the door and secured so that it was as taut as when the exercising weight
were on it ( which made me hope that the shoulder strap on my ankles did not
break ! ).

But this was not the pip of it. The vibrator was strapped to the
al-Qaida of my penis again, buzzing away, driving me again close to orgasm
but not over. This fourth dimension, however, this was a blessing. A galosh metro
had been attached to my privates such that the head of my penis was
snugly inside it. The other end of the subway system was in my back talk, attached
to a band gag that kept my sass forced open. The tubing, though
flexible, had been cut to just the right size so that it was pulled
straight.

The most awesome affair about this is that it took her no more than
a half hour to set up.

Betty had left me like this for awhile, until, I imaged, the
stimulus of my penis was driving me wild again. Now a saw her arrive
into view, placing the step stool side by side to me. She was carrying a
charge plate ruler that she slapped loudly against her hand as she gave me a
malevolent grin.

She reached around the book binding of the doorway, still watching me. I felt
her tweak the chain that was attached to my ball halo, feeling its
tug against my genitalia. For an instant I thought she had sent me
over, for my phallus throbbed once, and I braced myself. But nothing came
down the subway into my mouth.

`` You have a choice, '' Betty said. `` I can unblock the chain, and
you 'll climax and eat your own cum. ``

The thought of that sent a shudder through my body.

`` Or ... '' She climbed on the stride throne. She lightly caressed the
bottom of my entrust foot with a corner of the ruler, making me squirm.
When this only served to mess with the tensity on the chain, allowing
my penis to hold another half-throb, I relented. `` Or I can show you how
using the groundwork instead of the ass is a far more effectual bod of
spanking. ``

I groaned. With the apparatus in my mouth I could not give her a
coherent response. This gave new meaning to the words `` caught between a
rock 'n' roll and a operose seat ''.

Betty suddenly gave the testicle of my left foot a hell dust with the flat
of the ruler, giving resounding crack and causing a brief flash of
pain. The twinge virtuoso lingered for a few bit before fading.
'' Think you could place upright that ? ``

I tried to nod as much as I could.

She smiled and tweaked the chain again. `` Or would you rather have a
snack ? ``

I shook my head.

`` Ten slaps with the swayer, '' she said. `` Still imagine you 're o.k. with
it ? ``

I nodded again.

`` How about XX ? ``

I nodded.

`` Thirty ? ``

Betty wielded the ruler and delivered ten ready blows to the bottom of the inning
of my odd foot, about twice as hard as her first smasher. My soundbox
jerked, causing the string to rend Sir Thomas More at my testicles this time rather
than less. For a brief moment I was surely they were going to be ripped
from my organic structure. This time the sting lingered and did not fade.

`` That was ten, '' she stated. `` Still think you could handle thirty ? ``

I swallowed and nodded, my heart racing.

She grinned. `` How about fifty ? ``

fifty ! Was she intending to hold back upping it until I caved ? Yet it
still sounded better than the alternative. I reluctantly nodded.

She struck the can of my pes with the ruler ten to a greater extent times. She
did not do them as quickly this time, but she used more force. When she
was done, the bottom of my pes felt raw and tender, and it hurt even
just to jiggle my toes.

In the excited haste that had accompanied the musical theme of having a
farsighted condition kinship with a womanhood, something that I had only dreamed
of before this, I had forgotten that Betty had the capacity to be
cruel. After all, she did slip me an essentially dangerous drug. I
believe her when she says she really did not need to hurt me ; even what
she was doing to me now would pass.

Betty was not malevolent or cauterize. She was merely sadistic. There
was a difference.

`` The invertebrate foot is an amazing affair, really, '' Betty said. She traced the
edge of the ruler down the bottom of my base, which still tickled
despite the pain. `` It feels so very much worse than it is. The skin is
barely even red. ``

She pressed the recess of the ruler into the build at a medium
point, pain flaring. I groaned.

`` XXX more to go, '' Betty said. `` Or, you can reconsider. ``

I looked at the apparatus around my penis warily. Despite the fact
that the ring and mountain range held my testicles as tightly as it had a few
instant before, I felt like I was edging confining to climax. It was as
excruciating a spirit as before. share of me wanted desperately the
rest period of orgasm. nigh of me, however, did not want to deal with the
consequences.

Looking at it logically, my reluctance made no sense. It would not
hurt me. It would not shit me nauseated, or injury me in any way. But there
was a impregnable psychological barrier to it nevertheless.

I shook my head.

Ten more lashes at my ft. Now I could palpate tears trickling out of
the corners of my eye.

`` You may be concern to know, '' Betty said. `` I only punish when it
is needed. Punishment is not arbitrary. If you please me, I reward. But
when I do penalise, this is an example of what it is like. Is it the
worst I can do ? '' She paused and gave a shark-like grinning. `` Probably not,
if I put my mind to it. ``

I do n't know why, but I believed her. I believed her assurances
that all I had to do was be a expert boy and I would not be punished like
this. I could not decide whether this was because I was so desperate
for female companionship or whether I really got a sensation for her
money plant. By all rights I should not birth believed her so easily ; she
appeared to enjoy doing this too a good deal to want to do it so infrequently.

She tickled the tail end of my foot again. `` twenty dollar bill more ? ``

I nodded and squeezed my center tightly shut in anticipation.

When cypher happened after a few bit, I opened them again.

`` You probably ought to know something, '' Betty said. `` After I 'm done
with this foot, I intend to reduplicate the Saame with your left. After that,
it will still be a fifty-fifty chance as to whether you eat your cum or
not. '' She grinned. `` I was going to turn over a coin. ``

I stared at her. After suffering all this, and I still had no
guarantee I would avoid it anyway ! Sadistic did not even begin to
describe it.

I gave her a pleading look, hoping she would interpret it as it was
intended, as a plea for mercy.

The expression on Betty 's look changed subtly. She looked
thoughtful for a few mo, then reached behind the room access. I held my
hint. There was a click, and the vibrator fell silent.

She dropped down on one knee and leaned close to me. `` I turned it
off so you can think without distraction, '' she said. `` I 'm going to
offer you a choice. I need to acknowledge how good you are about wanting a
relationship with me. ``

I swallowed, albeit with some trouble. She reached over and
unstrapped the ring gag from around my head, slipping it off. My jaw
ached considerably when I tried to move it again, but it was a sculptural relief
to be free of the satanic thing. `` Does this mean you have a alteration of
philia about ... this ? '' I asked, my eyes flicking briefly to the tube.

Betty smiled slightly. `` That 's part of what I was going to ask of
you, '' she said. `` I need to know, John. I need to hump how seriously
you 're considering my offer. ``

I swallowed again, which brought a brief twinge of pain, as it had
dried out from my rima oris having been kept spread for some clock time. She wanted
an honest result from me. This did not sound like a put-on or region of the
penalization. I was tempted to say that she had to get me down from this
first, but I know she would not do that. She should n't ; she was
dominant, and the dominant do not ply to such requests from their
submissives. `` Very seriously, '' I told her.

`` Even after seeing how bad penalisation can be ? ``

I nodded. `` You said yourself you do n't do it unless it 's deserved.
Although, I hope you understand I was only kidding back there when ... ''

`` I know, '' Betty said. `` You wanted to see what this would be like.
You 're a very smarting man. ``

I managed a smile. `` You really do own my turncock, '' I told her.

She started to smile in return. `` You know, I can really commence to
think you believe that. I ... I really think this could work out, but I
have to have a committedness. ``

`` Right now ? ``

`` Right now. ``

There was a hanker moment of silence as I contemplated this. `` What if
I were to tell you 'no'? ``

An almost imperceptible suspiration escaped from Betty 's lips. `` I will
release you from punishment, '' she said. After a falter she added,
'' And I will give you the counterpoison for the drug. ``

She had it all along ! I should get been angry at her, but I
instead admired her for her compassion. `` I 'll bet you would have given
it to me originally if I had refused to go along with this. ``

She nodded slightly.

`` And if I say 'yes'? ``

Betty 's smile widened. `` I finish the penalty by having you eat
your cum. ``

I blinked. `` You 're not serious. ``

`` I always am serious, John the Evangelist. You 'd best remember that. Consider it
proof of your commitment. ``

`` All rightfulness, but I guess what I meant was afterward. ``

`` Ah. When we return to Mile-High City, you move in with me, and you follow
these simpleton rules :

`` pattern one : You never touch your cock, as it is my property and I 'll
decide what 's done with it.

`` principle two : When you 're at home plate, you 're not to wear clothes of any
kind.

`` Rule three : You obey me without question. You 're going to be
spending a lot of clip restrained, suspended, and erect. ``

`` And what do I get in restoration ? ``

Betty grinned. `` Why, only the considerably orgasms that any man could ever
dream of enjoying. I 've only shown you a very pocket-size number of ways. And
a solemn promise that I intend to read you how much I appreciate you,
and that I will never punish you without damn just reason. ``

On one level, I knew I was a jester for believing her so easily. I
had not known her long enough to establish that form of confidence. Yet at
the Lapp prison term, there was something about her, something about what I
felt when I looked into her middle. Those eye held a tenderness in sharp
contrast to the relaxation of her. She needed me as much as I felt I needed
her.

When she was preparing her torture device for me earlier, she had
briefly left me completely unrestrained. I could sustain easily made a
shift for it. But I did n't. She had trusted me not to. Now I had to
trust her.

`` I agree, '' I told her.

The words were barely out of my sass when Betty was strapping the
ring gag on again. I opened my mouth to accommodate it, even as my
heart started racing. She stood, and her facial expression shifted back to the
cruel taskmaster again. With a perfectly evil smile she reached around
the door and set the vibrator buzzing again.

The stimulus in my penis did not take on long to build back up to
where it was before. The chain moved but remained taut.

`` I own your rooster, '' Betty repeated. `` It is solely for my amusement.
That is why you 'll never be allowed to touch it yourself. That is why I
will always use the drug to gift you erections when I want them. That
is why you 'll never orgasm unless I want it. ``

I nodded quickly. I wanted to get this over with.

And now, as if sensing my impatience, her hand dropped away from
the door. `` Which means I can leave you like this for a little while
longer. I can forestall your sexual climax as long as I like, if it pleases
me. Would you care me to do that, John Lackland ? ``

I shook my fountainhead. My eyes begged her to cave in me some relief.

This time, however, she had no sympathy for me. `` What you want,
however, is irrelevant in this topic. But Thomas More than I want to see you
suffer from a refuse culmination, I want to see what happens when you cum. ``
Her arm moved so abruptly, I was not sure at kickoff what she was doing,
but the next mo, all the tension in the chain attached to the
ballock annulus was gone.

My penis exploded into an orgasm as acute as the survive. several
large ardent ball dropped squarely into my backtalk and onto my tongue, and
the sharp odour filled my nostrils when I exhaled, making my stomach
butter churn. I tried to swallow to get the stuff out of my oral fissure, but my
throat had dried too often, and it was intemperate to unsay effectively with
my mouthpiece forced open.

More and more of my steaming semen fell into my back talk, quickly
coating my tongue, lips, and teeth. I groaned loudly, wishing I could
spit. Strictly speaking, it was not the taste sensation that put me off, but the
consistency and the smell.

Betty waited until the death of my orgasm had faded and my penis
started to cushion, a little faster than before. She knelt by my principal
again and placed her finger on the straps holding my ring gag. `` When I
slay this, '' she said, `` You 're to hold on your mouth shut, and when you
can, live with every drop curtain in your mouth. You 're not to spit any of it
out, or I punish you again. Do you understand ? ``

I reluctantly nodded. She removed the gag. I tried to live with
immediately to get it over with and nearly choked. I managed to damp
a cough without spitting, and tried again. It felt a little slimy in my
mouth, which set my stomach churning again. Finally, however, I got
near of it down, but there was a tarriance aftertaste and stickiness.

Betty removed the tube and vibrator. She came back down onto the
floor and did something completely unexpected : she kissed me wide on
the lips.

It was a retard, lingering kiss. Very briefly her tongue flicked out
between mine and caught some ejaculate that was still sticking to my gums.
When she broke the kiss off, she slowly licked her lips. `` Mmmm. Too bad
it does n't taste as good to you as it does to me, '' she said in a husky
voice.

`` Did I ... please you ? '' I asked.

`` You took your penalization very well. And now, would you like to
rephrase what you said before that started this completely affair ? ``

I slowly grinned. `` You own my hammer, and you have double-dyed control
over it. ``

`` Ah, much better. You are indeed a firm learner ... ''



`` Many men, John, understands what it means to fuck a woman, '' Betty
said as she crawled over the mattress towards me. `` But few men
understand what it means to be fucked by a woman. You are about to
learn exactly what it means. ``

I was stretched out diagonally across the bed. My wrists had been
secured to a bedpost flanking the headboard, while my ankle had been
lashed tightly together and secured to the bedpost diagonally contrary
the 1st. Attached to the end of the chain of my nut ring was a
high-tension springtime, the other end of which was wrapped around the same
bedpost to which my ankles were tied.

Betty straddled my hips, the sinewy muscularity in her legs squeezing
my body briefly in a display of intensity level. My penis ached from what it had
endured that evening, yet I had another strong erection which glistened
from the liberal total of oil that she had slathered over it. It must
have been for my benefit, as I could literally smell how ablaze she
was, despite the fact that her fount betrayed cipher but calm.

She slid her hips forward and let the headland of my member caress her
labia. She looked down on me and smiled. `` Have you been looking forward
to this ? '' she asked.

`` I thought that would be fairly obvious, '' I replied with a
half-grin. I did not think that I was containing my agitation very
well.

`` Be careful, whoremonger, '' Betty warned. `` Do n't gain me recall you 're
trying to be sarcastic with me. ``

`` I would not stargaze of it. ``

Betty angled her hips down and tilt forward. I felt my member
commencement to imbue her as she slowly slid backwards. I moaned softly as
I felt it encounter a just amount of opposition as it entered. This
quantity of tightness in her pussy could not have been natural.

When I was fully inside her, she carefully straightened up. The
lack of any haircloth in her crotch made it wanton to see my penis buried
inside of her, only about a fourth column inch of the foundation showing.

`` Have you been wondering about how fast I am ? '' she asked.

`` I had wondered about that, yes. '' I smiled. `` I find it quite ...
stimulating. ``

`` Every day I do PC muscle exercises. I 've been doing it for the
net ten year. Allow me show you. ``

At once, her vagina clenched around my penis like a vise. Then she
flexed her legs slightly, raising her articulatio coxae by just an column inch or two. Her
clench was so strong that it nearly lifted me off the bed by my member ! I
gasped when I thought that she was about to pull it out by the roots,
but instead it simply slid very slowly outward from her vagina.

She did not let it bow out completely. She lowered herself, eased
her grip enough to force me inside her, then clamped tightly around it
again.

`` Good lord ... '' I muttered.

Betty smiled. `` I 'm rather proud of it. It allows me to overtop
even here, in what would normally be the ultimate act of submissiveness
by a woman. Instead, the roles are reversed. ``

Without warned, she started to fall forward. I was sure she was
going to injure me by landing right on top of me, but at the terminal
minute her custody slapped loudly against the mattress on either side of
my drumhead. heftiness tensed and stood out on her weapon. Her large boob
brushed my chest in a most titillating way, making me forget my fear for the
moment.

Betty eased her grip on me slightly, decent to allow her to slide
her hips back and forth. Nevertheless, each time she slid forward, she
tightened her muscles and pulled hard at my penis until it hurt.

`` Oh my god ... '' I cried. `` Please, ease up a short ... ''

`` I 'm going to have you strengthen your own PC muscle, '' Betty said.
'' Consider this your first utilization. ``

Yet she did seem to relent a picayune, allowing her to move more
quickly. She lowered herself a little further, breasts pressing against
me. I could pick up her panting softly. `` Exercising the PC muscle ... also
makes my flood tide ... come sooner, '' she said in a breathless voice.

I felt myself building quickly to orgasm as well. The problem I
always had with intercourse was it made me get there too soon, leaving
me satisfied and my partner disappointed. Indeed, I had reached a tip
just before the tip but was held from going over once again by the
testicle ring.

Betty leaned down even further, and I felt her weight against me.
Her consistence was warm, and the touch modality her her bare skin against mine was
arousing. Her hips angled a bit, her PC muscular tissue loosened slightly, and
she increased the tread. Her breasts ballooned just under my chin ; if I
had angled my pass down, I could possess touched them with my tongue.

Betty was breathing heavily now. Her vaginal muscles were
repeatedly tightening and loosening. The compounding of the oil and her
voluminous lubrication made my member swoop more easily. Suddenly she
gasped, clutched me tightly, burying her head in my shoulder, rosehip
working frantically, breath held.

She cried out loudly in my ear, and her whole consistence shuddered. Her
PC muscle pinched my penis sharply near the head, making it pulse a few
prison term despite the ring. I could feel the throbbing of her orgasm as
rhythmical beat from her vaginal muscular tissue. Finally, she moaned loudly
and went limp, her entire exercising weight pressed on top of me, momentarily
forcing the tip from me.

I felt myself hovering closer to orgasm than I had the previous two
times, as if the ring was not as effective this fourth dimension. I felt myself
throb once as she stirred, and groaned my distress.

Betty gathered herself, slowly making it back into an erect
position, albeit still catching her breath. `` I 'll bet you would eff to
cum right now, '' she said.

`` Yes, I ... I mean ... you own my stopcock, so you decide when I cum. ``

`` /Very/ secure ! I am impressed with you, John. ``

I managed a unaccented smile. `` You said yourself I was a fast learner. ``

`` I could let you cum inside me, '' Betty said. `` I decided a tenacious sentence
ago I never wanted small fry and had my tube cut. Would you like that ? ``

`` Whatever you want to do, '' I told her. `` It 's your cock. ``

`` That 's correct, it 's mine. And I choose to use it to please myself a
few more times before I give you succor. ``

She reached around and adjusted something on the spring. I felt the
ring tug more firmly at my ball. `` That 's adept. Now, let 's see if
/my/ cock can please me as much as it just did. ``

I was not at all surprised to find that Betty also recovered faster
than most women and was ready to go again within transactions. It did not
take her long to start out humping faster and faster, driving herself to
another strong orgasm that left her sweaty and panting, and my penis
aching and desperate for relief.

`` You continue to ... surprise me, '' Betty said as she raised herself
upright piano, my phallus still firmly clenched in her vagina. She took a few
moment to finish catching her breath. `` Not many multitude know that the
male penis has a great mint of change in shape. This one is just
right. ``

I had to marvel if this was knowing ; these slight morale- and
ego-boosting remark now and then, or if it were true affection she
was showing for me. Her tenderness was elusive, but it was there. You
just had to make love where to seem for it.

She smiled at me, and this time I could definitely feel the
affection. `` You 've been very trade good. You deserve another reward. ``

Betty reached behind her. The natural spring snapped away from my testicle
ring.

She turned, and that crusade alone nearly sent me over. She humped
no more than three times before I started throbbing, spewing my seeded player
inside her. I groaned loudly as her muscles tightened again and seemed
to prolong my climax. When it did start to evanesce, she loosened her bag,
but never relinquished it completely even as I started to mature flaccid.

Betty swiftly leaned forward and kissed me, long, hard, and deep.
The feelings that went through me at that consequence, and what I saw in
Betty 's eyes when she looked at me convinced me right at that moment
that there was one thing that was sure. We both needed each early
badly. If either one of us were to reconsider this arrangement, the
early would be deeply hurt.

honey ? I do n't retrieve I 'd seriously have a go at it or empathize the emotion
even if I tried. There was something between us, but whether it could
be called `` erotic love '' in the traditional sentience of the word, I was n't sure.
But, really, it did not count all that much.

`` It 's getting late, '' Betty said. `` I can give the antidote to clear
out what 's left of the drug in your system and we can get some sleep. ``

The idea of sleep reminded me how fag out I was going to be once the
adrenaline surge had worn off completely. `` I do n't recollect I 'll be able to
sleep in restraints, '' I said gently.

Betty smiled and nodded. `` I know. I 'll take out them. ``

I grinned. `` Convinced that I 'll outride ? ``

`` Should I not be ? ``

She knew the answer to that. I started to laugh.

`` Something amusing ? ``

`` Oh, just that this has to be the first business tripper I 've ever
been on that I actually enjoyed. ``

Betty smiled broadly, her eyes jubilant. `` Thank you. ``

`` For what ? ``

`` For just being here. For letting me find you. What many masses
do n't translate is that the key a relationship like this is that you
enjoy what is happening to you. ``

I had never stopped to consider about that, but as I looked back on
the evening, she was right. She seemed to be concerned that I would, on
some basic level at to the lowest degree, love it.

`` In that grammatical case, '' I said. `` I have a feeling that this is going to
work out just fine. ``


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