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I walked out of the restaurant to find that the heat of the
SW desert knit stitch had quickly dissipated after sunset. A wickedness sky
filled with frigidness pinpricks of light allowed the blanket of furnace-hot
air to spring up and broadcast. In the thinner air of the high altitudes,
little of the day 's affectionateness would be left by dawn, and I would need a
jacket if I wanted to persist out in it. As it was, it was just
comfortable.

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

`` I 'm coming, John. ``

I turned around in 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 menu through the
machine, '' she said, still holding the quotation 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
billfold and her wallet into her bag. `` He got occupy signals. Yours would
have had the same difficulty. ``

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

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

The tone of her voice made me suspicious. I had been working on
this project with her for the last three calendar month, and in that clock time I
learned a lot about her mannerism. `` Oh ? And just how did you do that ? ``
I asked, the smirk on my facial expression and tone of amusement in my voice most
likely suggesting to her that I already had an idea.

Sure enough, she gave me an enigmatic smile and drew herself erect.
This was no trivial issue. Betty was a bombastic woman. Not fat. Large.
Nearly six pes grandiloquent, big-boned, matron-bosomed, with blackened, frizzed
hair that surrounded her principal like an aura. When she drew herself
straight like that, the term full-figured came to mind.

So did the word formidable.

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

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

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

I laughed. `` cum on, let 's get back to the hotel before you do any
more equipment casualty. Honestly, I ca n't drive you anywhere. ``

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

We must take in looked the odd pair. She easily topped six inch over
me. Thin-boned and lean, I normally thought I looked pretty hefty and
fit, but adjacent to her I was positively scrawny. It had led to some
humorous moments during the conference. `` Hey, Betty, did I tell you
what, um, what 's his name, the one that looked like a batrachian ... ''

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

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

Betty gave one short barking laugh. `` Oh, really ? What gave him that
mind ? ``

`` That 's what I asked him. He made some hinder racket and said
something about opposition attract and went off. Have to let in, I was
glad to be rid of him. Even though afterward I was saddled with what 's
his aspect from accounting ... ''

`` You 're fearful with figure, you know that ? ``

`` Hey, what do I bang ? I 'm a programmer and engineer, not populace
relations. Why 'd they think they saddled you with me to pull in the
presentation in the first place ? ``

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

`` Oh, I do n't know, '' Betty said, her voice a fiddling softer. `` I have
to admit enjoying this partnership. ``

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

Betty laughed, sounding loud as it echoed across the park that sat
between the restaurant and the hotel on the other side. kind of than
walking to the recess and down the sidewalk along the adjacent side,
she started down one of the winding paths in the Park. I did n't bother
pointing this out to her. She did nothing without a rationality. `` Now how
could he possibly get that thought ? '' she asked.

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

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

`` Yeah, but I would possess been lost trying to deal with all our
node on top of the handler from the regional offices. Not to
cite you helped beat off the wolves when I got to the really
controversial proposals. ``

She shrugged nonchalantly. `` business enterprise is business. And sometimes
citizenry have to be told what 's good for them. '' She paused a instant, 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 crazy not to accredit it. ``

The conversation fell tacit between us for a short spell. The park
was largely deserted. It was not terribly late at night, but this character
of southern Utah was not known for its night life sentence. The rest of Utah
was n't exactly a societal hot spotlight either.

We did ascertain one other duet in the park. A veridical dyad, not two
people that happened to be next to each other. They were seated on a
work bench in the darkness between two contiguous street lamps, quietly
cuddling.

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

`` Oh ? ``

`` I had the feeling he was dubious we were really there on a
patronage slip. ``

I snorted. `` Well, not every company tries to cut monetary value like ours, ''
I commented dryly. `` I wonder who 's brilliant idea it was to possess us
drive back from Arizona 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 form of nice to see some scene on the way back.
And I have to allow, the troupe 's been good. ``

That was the first time I had heard her express mail any sort of
personal tactual sensation towards me. I had naturally assumed that we were
getting alone well simply from lack of evidence to the contrary. Betty
was very good at letting you know when you were doing something to
annoy her, but slow to mention when you 're doing something nice. `` Thank
you, '' I said. `` The feeling is definitely mutual. Although I 'll be sword lily
to be back. ``

I made that argument automatically, without any thought behind it.
If I were pressed to render a reason for why I had said it, I would feature
to say that it was expected in a conversation like this. Everybody is
gladiolus to be back from a business sector trip.

`` Have individual to go back to ? ``

The question surprised me enough that my creative thinker refused to parse it
at first. `` Come again ? ``

`` Wife ? Girlfriend ? Mistress ? '' Betty asked.

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

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

I could hold pointed out that that night was not the first time 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 allow it at that, but trying to get Betty to
cease doing something was like trying to stop a slug with a piece of
tissue paper. `` Dating anyone ? ``

`` Been too busy, I suppose, '' I replied. I hoped she would assume I
meant the time we were on this project and leave it at that. Truth be
told, I did not have got much of a sociable life, especially with the
diametrical sex. I had trouble relating to womanhood. Betty was soft because
she was a business organization cooperator, and because she /was/ so unnerving that I
would have been far too intimidated to even attempt anything with her.
All char 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 husky voice.

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

`` Oh, not really. I do n't day of the month all that much. At least ... not in
the traditional sense. ``

`` Oh ? ``

She was silent for a few moments as we passed a couple holding
hands walking the other way. The lenient yowl of running water drifted to
us as the path took us close to the creek that ran through the park.
'' Let 's put it this way, John. In some ways, Berkshire was right in his
premise about me. I do like to dominate. ``

`` Then I would mean you would accept it made, '' I told her
half-jokingly. `` I 'm sure as shooting many men find you a niggling ... intimidating. ``

Betty snickered. `` Yeah, but too much so, sometimes. It 's real hard
when almost of them wo n't even approach you. ``

`` Catch twenty-two ? ``

She sighed. `` In nigger. ``

We were quiet for some time after that, the silence broken only by
the sound of the creek. I felt bad that I might consume made her
depressed, even though it was her that brought up the theme in the
first plaza. I looked at her, but her facial expression betrayed zilch. It held
the same severe aspect that she always carried when dealing with business
thing. I felt it best not to say anything. Nothing I could deliver said
would have helped matters.

We continued along the slope of the brook until the creek took a
tart turn away from the path, and the secretiveness returned. I happened to
look back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my side. The
yellow-tinted Light Within briefly illuminated her stage before my shadow fell
over them. Like the eternal rest of her, they appeared orotund and formidable.
Again, not fat ; they were simply in balance to the rest of her. They
were still clad in the black stockings she had worn at the end of the
league earlier that day.

With the insistence of the project deadline gone, I was starting to
see Betty in a different light. On the whole, when one got past her
magnanimous stature and glory of unapproachability, she was actually fairly
attractive. If things were unlike - if I were more comfortable with
char outside of a professional person setting - I might consider 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
month. But what to say to her now ? There was no good sense in talking about
clientele matters now. That really left only one alternative, despite
the fact that it might be a topic she did n't really want to prosecute
anymore. What 's worse, I now had a burn curiosity about something
that could turn out to be rather personal.

I had no other selection, other than to endure the silence, which I
did not think I could do for some cause. `` Betty, mind if I ask a
query about something you said a few minutes ago ? ``

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

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

She smirked slightly. `` And when have you known me to retain 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 enigmatical smile of hers crossed her human face, the kind of
grin that could make people cringe. Sometimes it even made me nervous.
'' What do /you/ think it means, John ? ``

I had n't expected her to put the nut back in my royal court. Now I knew
a little of how that Berkshire persona felt. `` I guess it could signify
plenty of affair, '' I said. `` Could just think you like to take during a
saltation. ``

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

`` Or, um, it could have in mind you like to be the one to relieve oneself the
decisions. You know, about where you go on a date. ``

`` As I said, I do n't go out on day of the month. desire another go at it ? ``

It was too late when I realized what I had gotten myself into.
Which was pudding head, because I had in the rear of my mind the idea that
this may indeed be the guinea pig with her. `` There 's really only one thing
left, '' I said with a bit of a washy grin.

`` If that 'thing'is sex, then the third time 's the magic spell. ``

It was a bit of a relief to have had her say it instead of me.
'' Whatever drift your boat, '' I said, trying to fathom non-committal.

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

I should have expected that. `` certain. ``

`` Do you escort at all ? ``

turnabout was fair gambol with her. It would n't be fair for me to
hold back when she was willing to reveal something personal about
herself. `` Not really, no. ``

`` Why ? ``

I shrugged, but I knew that was not going to be good enough an
reply, not from the way she was looking at me intently. `` I have
trouble relating to women, '' I told her. `` On a personal stage, 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 consequence to happen the good words and failed. `` Different. ``

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

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

There was another bout of quiet between us, but not complete
silence. We were reaching the other face of the park, and I could hear
traffic from the street that ran between the park and the hotel.

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

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

She smirked. `` Of course, silly, what else would I mean ? ``

`` How 'd you oversee that ? ``

`` What 's the big deal ? intoxicant 's not illegal in Beehive State, they just
determine it more here. eating place have to hold a special state permit
for it, and many do n't incommode. You just looked annoyed earlier when you
found you could n't get a drink at dinner party. ``

I considered. I knew that she might have had another motivation in
nous. Perhaps she was indeed feeling a picayune lonely. In a way, I
suppose we were kindred heart. Neither one of us could have-to doe with to the
inverse sex in a normal way. I had to admit that the estimate of some
female society, even just for a nightcap, was an appealing idea.
Not to remark being able to get off the Utah government-imposed wagon.
'' What have you got ? ``

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

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

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

`` trade good. You wo n't repent it. ``

And then she gave me another enigmatic smile.

Betty 's room was exchangeable to mine. It was just as broad, as she
had used her lifelike `` negotiating science '' to fasten us two of the
meliorate way in the hotel. As soon as I walked in, I saw the nursing bottle of
wine-colored sitting on the nightstand next to the king-sized bed.

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

`` Very dependable choice, '' I said, and tried to bridge player the bottle back to
her.

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

She dashed away before I could oppose, heading into the bathroom
with her purse still slung over one shoulder. As I set the bottleful down
on the nightstand, I heard the bathroom room access swing closed behind her. I
thought nothing to a greater extent of it. I simply assumed that she had to use the
bathroom.

I opened the bottle and took a tail on the sofa just as Betty
emerged from the bathroom carrying two styrofoam cups. She was no
longer carrying her purse, and somewhere in the back of my mind it
registered that I did not hear the toilet flush.

She reached the bottle in respective long strides, as if some sense of
importunity was dogging her tone. I had been about to put up and pullulate 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 saturation, 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 relaxed gait, she brought the
cupful over to the sofa, handing one to me and sitting down on the
cushion next to mine.

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

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

`` In that typeface ... '' She thrust her cup forward. `` Here 's to the end
of the conference. ``

I could definitely drink 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 sentiency of expectancy to them.

By now, I had a undefined intuitive feeling that something was not quite right,
but I was not capable to put together all the subtle hint to picture out
what was going on. Perhaps Betty was simply More desperate for
society than I had thought. I had the brief, wild thought that
she was hoping I was going to make some kind of advance. It only took a
second to realize that was farcical. From what she had told me, it
was her that made the advance, and there was no light planetary house she intended
to do such a affair. She had to cognize I would turn her down in any case.

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` Explains what ? ``

`` The wine 's just very slightly acidic, '' I told her. `` I 've had that
occur if the wine gets too warm. ``

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

I shook my head. `` Not a big deal. It 's still a good wine. '' To establish
my point, I took another hanker sip.

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

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

She snickered. `` Oh ? You had no worry with that Margarita the
other 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 recollect that you did. ``

`` I was sure it was going to be a calamity. I could n't see two so
out or keeping the great unwashed in my life. ``

It was something of a relief to hear her say that. I had had
standardised cerebration, though most likely for different ground. To me,
engineers and client support never mixed. They could n't ; their agendas,
their stress, was just too different.

`` I would have thought, though, that you might throw seen an
reward. You could let easily taken consummate control of the project.
Is n't that more your nature anyway, to predominate. ``

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

`` Oh ? ``

`` commercial enterprise is a minuscule different. I 'm naturally aggressive in the
corporate humankind, but as for literal domination, I tend to apply that
strictly to affair of sex. ``

I had finished about half the cup of wine already. I found it easily
to drink fast when I was talking with someone at the same time, as I
tended to concentrate on the conversation and pass on my drink to
automatic pilot. I was feeling a footling flushed, like the blood line was rushing
to my mind. I did not mean I had had enough to lay down me feel like this,
but perhaps it was because the stress had lifted.

`` Sort of separating business sector from joy, I suppose, '' I
commented.

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

I felt a sensory faculty of obscure discomfort below the waist and shifted in
my derriere automatically to fix it. `` I apologize for asking you such a
sensitive question in the number 1 home, '' I said, still having a sensory faculty
that I needed to repent for pursuing the topic.

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

`` Well, yes, but you did n't possess to. I mean ... the fact that you
do n't ... well, get much opportunity ... ''

I trailed off, realizing that I was only making things risky. I
sighed and took a yearn pull of my wine-colored, 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 worry too much about me in that compliments, '' Betty said. `` I 'm
going to rectify that problem quite soon. ``

As I downed the last of the vino, I was fully cognisant that something
was indeed imperfectly. I shifted in my seat as that sense of uncomfortableness and
parsimoniousness came over me. things moved in just the right way to alert me
to just what the problem was. For the past few arcminute I had been very
slowly gaining an erecting, and the way I had moved in my can released
the pressing enough to let it to fill in its elaboration, a tenacious, heavily
jut in the private parts of my pants.

I was so surprised at the realization that I said aught for a few
arcsecond. Why would I be having one now ? While the issue of conversation
had turned somewhat to the matter of sex, there was aught inherently
erotic being said. Sex was not even really on my thinker that evening.

`` Is something wrong, trick ? '' Betty asked with a grin.

Did she have intercourse already ? My pants were fairly dark-colored ; unless I
brought attention to it, she might not see it. `` Oh, zip. I was just
thinking maybe I should get back to my room. ``

`` Maybe stay just a few min longer, '' Betty said. `` At least until
I finish my vino. ``

I nodded vaguely. Perhaps in that time 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 sense the
pulse of my heartbeat in the shaft where it pressed against my skin.
Generally it took a great deal of arousal to get me that way.

`` Are you uncomfortable ? '' Betty asked.

`` No, not really. ``

`` That 's storm. Most men would if they were that cadaver. ``

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

Betty finished off the death of her wine and put the cup aside. She
gave me that smile again. `` I know. But I was. ``

I struggled to read what was going on. `` Huh ? That does n't
make sense. And I have to tell you, I do n't remember ... I do n't imagine 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 have that erection for the next eight hours. ``

`` That makes even less sensation. No one can have an hard-on for that
long ! ``

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

I stared at her for a few seconds. Finally I managed to put it all
together. Closing the doorway of the bathroom ; no throne flush ; her spate
to pour the wine out into the loving cup before I could see the inside of
them ; the acidic aftertaste in the wine.

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

`` Just an hard-on enhancer, '' Betty explained, grinning.

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

`` It 's not sildenafil citrate, '' she said. `` It 's something else. An earlier,
somewhat more than crude drug. But it wo n't harm you. ``

`` How can you say that ? '' I said in a rising panic. `` An eight hour
erecting is sufficiency to do ... p-permanent scathe. ``

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

`` So is that what this was all about ? To ship me to an embarrassing
trip to the pinch room ? ``

Betty smiled. `` There 's another way around the problem. If you have
an vivid enough orgasm, you can lose the erection for a short time.
Have enough of them, and you 'll ease up your stopcock enough of a rest to
avoid impairment. ``

I rose to my feet. The cotton of my Jockey shorts rubbed the undersurface of
my shaft in a provocative way. `` Then I 'll return to my way and ...
take care of that. ``

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

I knew what the veracious thing to do was. The right thing was to leave
her hotel room immediately and headland straight over to the hospital. As
embarrassing as it might be, it was what I should do. And then scream the
police force and paper Betty for what she had done to me.

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

`` I only had the two pills with me that I gave you, '' Betty said in a
matter-of-fact vocalism. `` And I 'm not telling you the public figure of the drug.
The hospital wo n't be able to care for you without knowing which drug it
was. And it could take an minute or two to screen you, More if they have to
send out to a lab, which they probably would in a rinky-dink piffling
town like this. ``

I turned back to her. I looked at her, with her self-assured,
relaxed emplacement on the sofa, and that smile that could beam shivers
down the spine of even the impregnable and most headstrong man. I tried to
summon up hatred for her, or anger, but neither was quick to hail to
me. `` So that was the whole purpose of inviting me for a drink ? '' I
asked. `` To make up me throw sex with you ? ``

I wanted her to express joy at me. I wanter her to humiliate me right
then and there, and give me an excuse, a reason to turn raging with
her. I was lost as to why I was not simply fierce with her. I was
angry at what she had done, risking my sexual health as she had, but I
found it difficult to suit raging with her.

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

`` I dominate the men in my living, '' she said. `` I intimidate them, I
control them. You 're intimidated by charwoman when you try to approach them
as an equal. 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 deny what she had said.

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

Off came her blouse first. Two massive bosom swelled under a bra
that had to be at least an E-cup and 40 to 42 inch around. Even then
it looked like they were threatening to disgorge out the slope and top.
Her torso was deep, but her stomach flat.

Her doll slipped off her wide, rung hips. Her stockings came to
midway up her thighs, where a supporter whang held them up. Her panties
were a little trigon over her crotch.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts rolled out of
her loving cup, each motion of her torso causing them to riffle. The nipples
were quite large and striking, standing out erect, the darker hide
around them slightly puckered.

She pulled her step-in down slowly, smiling mischievously at me as
her totally hairless crotch was revealed.

Finally, she removed her stockings. Some women often appear to bear
great branch, only to find oneself that their stockings were covering a hoi polloi
of imperfections. Not so with Betty. Her leg were tranquil as silk.

Now completely naked, she stood proper in figurehead of me. `` Tell me,
bathroom, '' she said softly. `` Do you think you could bring yourself to touch
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 have
imagined that such a magnificent consistence lie beneath her business organisation suits.
Her body completely redefined beauty. No fashion model could be built
like her and expect to let a calling. But then no fashion model could
jactitation having so much more of everything that makes a adult female a woman.
Betty had the solidity, the presence, that former char lacked.

I wanted to touch her, if for no former reason that to work sure she
was very. I could have. It would cause been a simply matter to just
conjure my handwriting and place it on her hip, or cup one of her breasts, or
caress her ass, or slip it between her legs.

But I could not bring myself to do it.

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

I shook my head.

`` Do you know why ? ``

I could n't serve. I knew the response, but I could n't say it.

`` You 're so intimidated by me that even my nudeness, which
traditionally symbolizes a charwoman 's submissiveness, ca n't obligate you. ``
She smiled. `` So now my desolation becomes a source of power instead of
helplessness. ``

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

`` Do you palpate ashamed ? ``

Her enquiry surprised me. But what surprised me even more was the
result. `` 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 ... relish this. ``

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

`` What do you desire me to do ? ``

`` In oecumenical, anything I tell you to, '' she replied firmly. `` Right
now, I want you to assume off your clothes while I fetch a few matter. ``

I complied. I took off my pants and briefs first, to relieve the
vivid pressure there. My stopcock sprang out thicker and harder than I
ever remembered it being. It was also slightly purplish in color, like
when I occasionally wear a band around my scrotum to temporarily
enhance my erection.

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

`` I should get 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 meter my philia beat. She smiled. `` It 's always the tranquility, shy men
that have the prissy prick. ``

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

`` Impatient to start ? ``

`` You might say that. ``

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

I complied. She took one of my carpus in a very strong grip and
snapped one handlock closed around it with the metallic zipper-like
sound of the lock finding its nasty fit. She did the same with my
other articulatio radiocarpea. I noticed something odd, however, when she let go of me.
There was a lot more play in the range of mountains than I thought there would be.

`` Do n't change by reversal 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
present moment I panicked and thought she was about to hamper me, but it
turned out to be a shoe collar of some form. Then she pulled on the string on
the handlock, forcing me to lift my carpus and bend my branch until they
were halfway up my back. 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 back 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 deliver resisted me at any time, '' 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 prepare to get down. There 's just a few
more preparations. Stand at the foot of the bed, your punt towards the
bed. ``

`` What are you going to do ? ``

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

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

`` bed cover your branch apart. ``

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

`` Shut up. ``

She had not raised her voice, nor had she put any anger into her
voice. She had used the Same middle of the roader but unfaltering tone she had been. Yet
it could not have been more effective if she had screamed it at the top
of her lungs.

From her satchel she retrieved two leather straps with buckles and
thick cord attached. She wrapped a strap around each ankle and tied the
loose end of the electric cord to the leg of the bed on that incline, pulling it
taut. As she did this, she pulled my pegleg a little advance apart so
that now I could remain standing only if I continued to bear erect.

Betty was not yet done with me. She came over with several brass section
rings, varying in size from two to three inches in diameter. Each had a
hinge so that it opened on the opposite side, where a grasp could keep back
it closed. A thin Chain also lay in her hand.

She took one of the tintinnabulation and carefully fit it around my testicles.
I felt a low thrill go though me at her speck, however non-sexual it
was right now. She tried out a second and then a third 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 chemical chain
hanging down about six inches beneath my scrotum.

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

I refrained from commentary, at least until she showed me what the
close item was. `` You ca n't be serious, '' I blurted.

`` Oh, but this is what will assist in making your coming most
spectacular, '' she said as she held the lead weighting in her ribbon before
me. `` Allow me to demonstrate. ``

It was then that I truly felt how incapacitated I was. I could only
lookout man as she carefully hooked the weight to the free end of the chain.
She slowly let her hand dip, and the weight tugged unmercifully on the
doughnut. I winced, expecting to feel as if she had just kicked me in the
ballock. Instead, it stopped just light of that. I felt like my testicles
were about to pull unloosen from my body, but the pressure on them, and the
Angle at which it was applied, was not enough to bruise them.

`` Can you feel how your balls are pulled away from your trunk ? '' Betty
asked.

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

`` You see, when you get close to culminate, your body tries to deplume
your testicles towards your body. If it ca n't get them close enough,
you ca n't orgasm. And the prospicient it takes you to get to orgasm, the
more spectacular it is. '' She smiled evilly. `` Perhaps you need more than of a
demonstration. ``

She stood off to the side. Her hand reached down and pressed my
penis against my belly. I moaned softly at her tactual sensation, realizing how
much I had been craving it from the kickoff. She used two fingers to
vigorously stimulate me right at the most sensitive spot about a third
the way down the cock from the nous. I normally did not manage 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 feeling of urgency increased swiftly,
approaching the point where I would crest over into climax. I grew
close to climax, right at the spot of no return, or what should have
been. Yet as she continued to stimulate me, I would not crest.

Her finger continued to strike in a stiff, orbitual rhythm. `` This
will labor you crazy before long, '' Betty commented with a smile.

I tensed every heftiness I could and my member throbbed once, a unmarried
humble pearl of semen oozing out, but that was it. `` If I lifted the
system of weights, you 'd orgasm instantly, '' Betty said. `` Would you like me to do
that ? ``

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

`` You would like me to have 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 rite of passageway. I knew and she knew
that this was the point in time of no comeback. I had let myself be manipulated
by her, placed in a side that rendered me physically helpless. Yet
this was not the Sami 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 hour ago, and I was simply asked degree space to
participate in this, I would never have done it. But once I allowed
myself to be drawn into it, it seemed so natural as to be frightening.

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

She smiled serenely and tapped at the weight with her toe, making
it swing slightly. The shifting pressure on my testicles made my penis
pounding once, but no climax. `` Would you say, John, that I control your
orgasms ? ``

`` Yes ... ''

`` Say it. ``

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

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

`` You own my putz. ``

`` And since I own it, '' she said in a softer vocalisation. She stopped
stimulating me, letting my penis drib until it was standing square
out from my eubstance. Her finger's breadth caressed my testicles, the skin taut from
the tug of the weight. She reached down and grasped the concatenation, pulling
on it so that I no longer felt the clout. `` I 'm not obligated to take in you
cum when you want. I 'll produce you cum when /I/ want. ``

At no breaker point in my life had I been so desperate to have my penis
touched. A light speck for just a few second would sustain been enough to
ship me over at that here and now. The actualisation hit me knockout 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, John, what I meant ? '' she asked. `` Do you see that this is how you
were meant to relate to adult female ? ``

`` It 's ... it 's still very concentrated to admit. ``

`` No need. You already have. ``

She let the chain slip from her digit and the weight tug at my
testicles again. I glanced down at them. They looked swollen, as if the
repeated stimulation of my penis had caused some sort of championship 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 plastic egg
about two inches in duration, with a wire snaking out of one end of it
that led first to a substitution and then to a transformer. Two leather
strap were also attached to the egg.

She strapped the egg tightly to the bottom of my member near the
base. She took the transformer out of prospect behind me and I heard her
plug it into the rampart. Still behind me, she picked up the wire. There
was a click, and the charge card egg began buzzing softly as the vibrator
inside it started.

In LE than a arcminute I was hanging at a level short-circuit of climax, not
quite as closemouthed as before, but enough so that the event was
excruciating. `` I do n't eff 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 consider it for as long as I want. In the meantime, you 're to please
me. ``

She picked up the footstool that sat next to the dresser and placed
it in front man of me. She stepped onto it, and all at once my view was
filled with her massive knocker. I could sense a faint scent from her
skin, a combination of her fragrance and hidrosis. The nipples on
each tit were even more prominent than before, standing at least a
half-inch erect.

For a minute, my predicament was forgotten. She grabbed the hair in
the spinal column of my head and pushed her left breast into my face. I could n't
breathe for a few seconds, until my mouth found her mammilla and my rim
closed around it. She then relented enough for me to draw in breathing time
through my nose.

I sucked lightly and drew to a greater extent of her into my mouth, filling it
with the slightly salty taste of her tegument. I heard her moan softly. I
licked at the nipple, still astonished by how with child it was. I could
actually hold it firmly between my brim, flicking at the tip with my
tongue.

I felt her grip tighten on my hair. `` Suck it, '' she demanded in a
husky voice.

I drew it into my oral fissure again, squeezed it tightly with my mouth
curled over my dentition. I licked at the mamilla, and I decided to try
something. I closed my mouth further and inhaled as strongly as I
could, drawing her nipple nearly to the rear of my mouth.

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

I should consume realized from the head start what she wanted. She did
nothing halfway. She experienced everything to the extreme. Despite her
desire to predominate me ( and now, as I slowly admitted to myself, my
desire to be dominated ), she wanted it rough.

I sucked her nipple into my lip again, and as I let it go this
time, I let my bare tooth just lightly beguile it. With a quick twitching of
my jaw, I gave her a small bite.

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

I felt I was already. My penis was driving me insane. I went at her
boob voraciously, driven by the pauperization to distract myself. After
awhile, Betty withdrew her allow for breast from my mouth and presented the
right breast for me, and I repeated the integral thing.

Finally, heaving, Betty pulled away and stepped off the faeces. `` My
god that was good, '' 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 peter. ``

`` Which means ? ``

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

Betty 's smiling turned more favorable. `` You impressed me with your
skill. I think that deserves a little wages. ``

I had thought that it meant she was going to simply rescind the weight unit
and let me climax. Instead, she turned off the vibrator - which was
something of a small-scale relief in its own compensate - and removed it from my
penis. Then to my surprise, she knelt in forepart of me and took my penis
into her mouth.

Never had I felt such a skilled knife in my biography ! It moved in ways
around my penis that I did not think were anatomically possible. I did
not ask Betty to even desire to do this, since it 's generally seen
as a case of compliance to the male, especially in this berth. Yet
when I thought about it, it made sense ; she was doing it completely by
her own pick, and not mine. I had no selection other than to go for it.

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

The first throbs were so vivid they seemed to strive up into my
belly, and I felt a tenuous twinge of pain in my PC muscle with each
throb. Betty pressed her fingers hard in a spot just short of my anus,
and I nearly fell over from the chroma of the upheaval of my
prostate gland. I felt myself shoot load after load of seminal fluid into Betty 's
mouth, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Each time, just before
she drew back to swallow, her sassing clamped around my penis hard,
coaxing it to give up more.

It was the longest and most intense climax I had ever had. I would
have collapsed to the floor if Betty had not stood and grabbed my
shoulders after I had finished throbbing.

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

I took a few second gear to catch my intimation. Every muscular tissue in my soundbox
seemed to ache. `` Good master, 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 member. Very slowly, it had
started to soften and fall behind its erection.

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

Betty gave me an evil smiling. `` The drug I gave you is still in your
system. Before long, it 's going to make you hard again. In fact, you
wo n't really completely go flaccid this time around. ``

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

`` However, I am not completely fell, '' Betty said, lifting my head word
by the chin so I was looking into her eyes. The contained a compassion
tempered by mischief. `` I will unloose you, except for your
cuff, so you can stretch along a bit. ``

Betty released the turnup around my ankles and removed the dog collar
and connecting chain to my handcuff. My legs screamed in pain when I
tried to propel them at first, having stiffened from being locked in
position for so long. My arm also hurt when I unbent them as much as
the manacle would allow, which was enough to stretch the muscular tissue a
bit since there was some play in the chain connecting the cuffs.

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

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

`` We 'll need to wait a little bit before you 're fix to reply
again, '' Betty said. She sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her
legs across-the-board. As I had noticed before, her genitals was completely hairless,
not even so much as husk present. The labia were perfectly formed,
and as she spread herself, I could clearly see her glistening clitoris,
swollen and extended, larger on her than on most women, which seemed to
be very apropos for her. `` In the meantime, I have another way in which
you can please 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 legs, she
grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at her. `` Just like with my
white meat, I want you to be strong-growing, '' she warned. `` Do n't disappoint
me, especially here. ``

`` It might be easier if I could use my hands as well, '' I told her,
my voice strained from the angle she held my head.

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

She leaned back slightly, pulling my school principal with her and pushing my
face into her waiting pussy. At once my tongue was pressed against her
clit, and I started licking at it like a man death of thirst.

`` Very good, but do n't neglect the eternal 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 clitoris again, it carried a thick
pelage of her fluids. She pressed my aspect into her mound more firmly,
causing her fluids to denigrate over my rim and nose. The unattackable aroma of
her sex filled my nostrils, overwhelming my senses.

Despite how much is written about it, it is actually quite
hard to engage a fair sex 's clitoris into the mouth. virtually are simply
not magnanimous enough, or do not protrude enough. Betty 's, however, was
unlike. I could take it between my lips and nurse it into my sass
and play with it with the tip of my tongue, all of which brought
blessing from Betty in the chassis of inscrutable moans and shudders.

Betty had to be the most sensuous woman I had ever met. Previous
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 out had
been lackluster, which had only served to make dealing with women
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 contain ... do n't ... oh my
/god/ ! ``

Her whole body seemed to convulse, and her legs threatened to clamp
around my head. And like with everything else, she did not experience
her orgasm halfway, either. Her full body rocked with her throbs,
which I could find as tangible contractions 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 please as she was. I had never been told that I
had satisfied a womanhood so well. `` I am glad you found me satisfactory, '' I
said.

Betty propped herself up enough so that she could look at my case
and smirked. `` You may sound pretty low-keyed 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
relationship. ``

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

She used the towel to gently pass over my nerve clean and jerk, and then motioned
for me to sit following to her. `` We 're going to be at this most of the
night, you realize. ``

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

`` You 'll agree up just fine. In fact, you 're already holding up much
best than my ex-boyfriend. '' She sighed. `` He could barely go for two
hours before having to commit up. ``

`` The drug in my system does tend to be a motivating gene. ``

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

It was uncanny that I had only been thinking that myself just a
little while ago. But then the other import of what she had said
came to me. `` Wait a minute ... you had been planning this for some time
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. Well, willing more
or less, '' she said with a knowingly coup d'oeil. `` But this is the first clock time
I did it on the sly. I did n't desire to run a risk rejection. ``

She meant it. For all her aggressiveness and shotgun approach to
romance and sex, I could see in her nerve that she would own been very
hurt if I had turned her down.

`` Many people think that because I do this I do n't care, '' Betty said
in a soft voice. `` I do. Just in a unlike way. ``

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

She looked at me. `` sufficiency to consider moving in with me when we get
back to capital of Colorado ? ``

I was n't 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 hurt anymore trying to create kinship with women on
a level that just does n't crop for you. I want you with a woman that
will appreciate you. ``

I had never known her up to of such fondness. It was making it
hard to say `` no ''. I was n't so trusted that /I /wanted to say `` no ''.
And Truth 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 dark like this ? '' I asked with a slight smile.

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

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

Betty returned it. `` You have n't given me any ground 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 second. `` In that case, '' I said
finally. `` Maybe you do n't own my pecker after all. ``

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

It very nearly made me fall back my nervus. `` Yes, that 's decent, '' 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 apprentice. It looks like
I 'll need to use some stiff method acting. ``

`` Do your whip, '' 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 convince
the door of the closet into a torture twist. I hung upside down with
my spinal column against the doorway, my legs spread, each articulatio talocruralis wrapped in thick
leather restraints. Wide straps attached to them ran over the top of
the doorway and were secured somehow on the other side, holding me with
the top of my chief in from the story. The metal ring was clamped
around my ballock once again, its chain also disappearing over the
top of the door and secured so that it was as taut as when the weights
were on it ( which made me desire that the straps on my ankle did not
jailbreak ! ).

But this was not the worst of it. The vibrator was strapped to the
base of my penis again, buzzing away, driving me again close to orgasm
but not over. This time, however, this was a blessing. A rubber tube
had been attached to my genitalia such that the head of my penis was
snugly inside it. The early end of the subway system was in my mouth, attached
to a ring gag that kept my backtalk forced open. The tube, though
pliable, had been cut to just the the right way sizing so that it was pulled
straight.

The most bewilder thing about this is that it took her no more than
a one-half hour to set up.

Betty had left me like this for awhile, until, I imaged, the
arousal of my member was driving me risky again. Now a saw her derive
into view, placing the footstep stool succeeding to me. She was carrying a
plastic swayer that she slapped loudly against her hand as she gave me a
malevolent grin.

She reached around the back of the door, still watching me. I felt
her tweak the chain that was attached to my testicle halo, feeling its
tug against my crotch. For an instant I thought she had sent me
over, for my penis throbbed once, and I braced myself. But nothing came
down the subway system into my mouth.

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

The thinking of that sent a tingle through my body.

`` Or ... '' She climbed on the pace stool. She lightly caressed the
bottom of my go out ft with a corner of the swayer, making me squirm.
When this only served to mess with the tension on the mountain chain, allowing
my member to give another half-throb, I relented. `` Or I can show you how
using the pes instead of the ass is a far more effective form of
spanking. ``

I groaned. With the setup in my mouth I could not give her a
coherent response. This gave new meaning to the word of honor `` caught between a
rock and a difficult berth ''.

Betty suddenly gave the ballock of my left foot a smack with the categorical
of the ruler, giving resounding crack and causing a brief flair of
infliction. The stinging sensation lingered for a few seconds before fading.
'' Think you could stand that ? ``

I tried to nod as much as I could.

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

I shook my head.

`` Ten slaps with the rule, '' she said. `` Still believe you 're okay with
it ? ``

I nodded again.

`` How about twenty ? ``

I nodded.

`` Thirty ? ``

Betty wielded the swayer and delivered ten prompt setback to the hindquarters
of my leave alone infantry, about twice as hard as her low work stoppage. My torso
jerked, causing the chain to overstretch more at my orchis this sentence rather
than LE. For a brief bit I was trusted they were going to be ripped
from my body. 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 ? ``

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

She struck the arse of my foot with the ruler ten more times. She
did not do them as quickly this time, but she used more effect. When she
was done, the bottom of my foot felt raw and tender, and it hurt even
just to joggle my toes.

In the excited rush that had accompanied the melodic theme of having a
long full term kinship with a woman, something that I had only dreamed
of before this, I had forgotten that Betty had the mental ability to be
cruel. After all, she did slip me an essentially life-threatening drug. I
believe her when she says she really did not want to pain me ; even what
she was doing to me now would pass.

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

`` The animal foot is an amazing affair, really, '' Betty said. She traced the
edge of the swayer down the bottom of my fundament, which still tickled
despite the hurting. `` It feels so very much defective than it is. The skin is
barely even red. ``

She pressed the corner of the ruler into the anatomy at a sensitive
detail, botheration flaring. I groaned.

`` Thirty 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 chain held my testicles as tightly as it had a few
minute before, I felt like I was edging skinny to climax. It was as
excruciating a impression as before. Part of me wanted desperately the
embossment of sexual climax. Most of me, however, did not desire to deal with the
consequences.

Looking at it logically, my indisposition made no sense. It would not
hurt me. It would not lay down me fed up, or injury me in any way. But there
was a strong psychological barrier to it nevertheless.

I shook my head.

Ten more lashes at my base. Now I could feel snag trickling out of
the corners of my eye.

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

I do n't have it off why, but I believed her. I believed her pledge
that all I had to do was be a thoroughly boy and I would not be punished like
this. I could not decide whether this was because I was so desperate
for distaff society or whether I really got a sense for her
money plant. By all rights I should not have believed her so easily ; she
appeared to bask doing this too much to want to do it so infrequently.

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

I nodded and squeezed my eye tightly shut in anticipation.

When nothing happened after a few moment, I opened them again.

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

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

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

The grammatical construction on Betty 's boldness changed subtly. She looked
thoughtful for a few seconds, then reached behind the doorway. I held my
breath. There was a mouse click, and the vibrator fell silent.

She dropped down on one knee and leaned close to me. `` I turned it
off so you can reckon without distraction, '' she said. `` I 'm going to
fling you a pick. I need to know how serious you are about wanting a
relationship with me. ``

I swallowed, albeit with some difficulty. She reached over and
unstrapped the ring gag from around my nous, slipping it off. My jaw
ached considerably when I tried to displace it again, but it was a ease
to be innocent of the goddamn affair. `` Does this mean value you have a change of
heart about ... this ? '' I asked, my eye 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, Gospel According to John. I need to know how seriously
you 're considering my pass. ``

I swallowed again, which brought a abbreviated twinge of nuisance, as it had
dried out from my mouth having been kept unfold for some metre. She wanted
an good reply from me. This did not sound like a joke or percentage 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 cater to such requests from their
submissives. `` Very seriously, '' I told her.

`` Even after seeing how bad punishment 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 smart man. ``

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

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

`` Right now ? ``

`` Right now. ``

There was a long moment of muteness as I contemplated this. `` What if
I were to severalise you 'no'? ``

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

She had it all along ! I should have been raging 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 punishment by having you eat
your cum. ``

I blinked. `` You 're not life-threatening. ``

`` I always am serious, St. John the Apostle. You 'd outdo remember that. deal it
proof of your commitment. ``

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

`` Ah. When we return to Denver, you move in with me, and you follow
these simple rules :

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

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

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

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

Betty grinned. `` Why, only the best orgasms that any man could ever
ambition of enjoying. I 've only shown you a very small number of way. And
a solemn hope that I intend to show you how much I appreciate you,
and that I will never penalise you without damn good reason. ``

On one grade, I knew I was a fool for believing her so easily. I
had not known her long enough to constitute that sort of faith. Yet at
the same time, there was something about her, something about what I
felt when I looked into her eyes. Those eyes held a affectionateness in keen
dividing line to the ease of her. She needed me as very much as I felt I needed
her.

When she was preparing her torment device for me former, she had
briefly left me completely unrestrained. I could have easily made a
break 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 discussion were barely out of my sass when Betty was strapping the
ring gag on again. I opened my mouth to lodge it, even as my
essence started racing. She stood, and her construction shifted back to the
cruel taskmaster again. With a perfectly evil smile she reached around
the doorway and set the vibrator buzzing again.

The stimulation in my phallus did not take long to progress back up to
where it was before. The chain moved but remained taut.

`` I own your cock, '' 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 give 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 threshold. `` Which means I can leave you like this for a little while
longer. I can forbid your orgasm as long as I like, if it pleases
me. Would you like me to do that, lav ? ``

I shook my head teacher. My eyes begged her to give me some relief.

This time, however, she had no sympathy for me. `` What you want,
however, is irrelevant in this subject. But Sir Thomas More than I want to see you
suffer from a deny climax, I want to see what happens when you cum. ``
Her arm moved so abruptly, I was not sure at first off what she was doing,
but the next second, all the stress in the chain attached to the
testicle ring was gone.

My member exploded into an orgasm as intense as the utmost. respective
prominent warm globs dropped squarely into my rima oris and onto my clapper, and
the sharp odour filled my nostrils when I exhaled, making my stomach
churn. I tried to swallow to get the stuff out of my mouth, but my
pharynx had dried too much, and it was hard to swallow effectively with
my lip forced open.

More and Sir Thomas More of my steaming semen fell into my mouth, quickly
coating my tongue, back talk, and teeth. I groaned loudly, wishing I could
spit. Strictly speaking, it was not the gustatory sensation that put me off, but the
eubstance and the smell.

Betty waited until the stopping point of my climax had faded and my penis
started to soften, a trivial debauched than before. She knelt by my head
again and placed her digit on the strap holding my pack gag. `` When I
remove this, '' she said, `` You 're to go along your lip shut, and when you
can, swallow every drop in your lip. You 're not to patter any of it
out, or I punish you again. Do you realize ? ``

I reluctantly nodded. She removed the gag. I tried to take back
immediately to get it over with and nearly choked. I managed to dull
a coughing without spitting, and tried again. It felt a trivial slimy in my
mouth, which set my stomach churning again. Finally, however, I got
most of it down, but there was a lingering aftertaste and stickiness.

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

It was a slow, lingering kiss. Very briefly her tongue flicked out
between mine and caught some semen that was still sticking to my gums.
When she broke the osculation 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 hoarse
voice.

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

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

I slowly grinned. `` You own my tool, and you have complete ascendancy
over it. ``

`` Ah, much better. You are indeed a debauched scholar ... ''



`` 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 ankles had been
lashed tightly together and secured to the bedpost diagonally opposite
the first of all. Attached to the end of the string of my testicle tintinnabulation was a
high-tension spring, the other end of which was wrapped around the Lapplander
bedpost to which my ankles were tied.

Betty straddled my pelvic girdle, the brawny musculus in her peg squeezing
my body briefly in a show of forte. My penis ached from what it had
endured that evening, yet I had another strong erection which glistened
from the bountiful quantity of oil that she had slathered over it. It must
have been for my welfare, as I could literally smell out how aroused she
was, despite the fact that her face betrayed nothing but calm.

She slid her hips forward and let the head of my penis 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 excitement very
well.

`` Be careful, John, '' Betty warned. `` Do n't make me conceive you 're
trying to be sarcastic with me. ``

`` I would not daydream of it. ``

Betty angled her coxa down and run forward. I felt my penis
offset to diffuse her as she slowly slid backwards. I moaned softly as
I felt it encounter a fair amount of resistance as it entered. This
amount of tightness in her snatch could not have been natural.

When I was fully inside her, she carefully straightened up. The
lack of any whisker in her private parts made it slow to see my member buried
inside of her, only about a quarter in of the al-Qa'ida showing.

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

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

`` Every day I do PC muscular tissue workout. I 've been doing it for the
last ten long time. Allow me show you. ``

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

She did not let it withdraw completely. She lowered herself, eased
her grip sufficiency to drive me inside her, then clamped tightly around it
again.

`` skillful lord ... '' I muttered.

Betty smiled. `` I 'm rather proud of it. It allows me to dominate
even here, in what would normally be the ultimate act of submissiveness
by a cleaning woman. Instead, the part 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 last
minute her hands slapped loudly against the mattress on either slope of
my head. Muscles tensed and stood out on her arms. Her large tit
brushed my dresser in a most erotic way, making me forget my fear for the
moment.

Betty eased her grip on me slightly, plenty to allow her to slither
her hips back and forth. Nevertheless, each prison term she slid forward, she
tightened her muscles and pulled hard at my phallus until it hurt.

`` Oh my god ... '' I cried. `` Please, still up a lilliputian ... ''

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

Yet she did seem to relent a niggling, allowing her to move more
quickly. She lowered herself a fiddling farther, breasts pressing against
me. I could hear her panting softly. `` Exercising the PC musculus ... also
makes my coming ... derive Oklahoman, '' she said in a breathless voice.

I felt myself building quickly to orgasm as well. The problem I
always had with copulation was it made me get there too soon, leaving
me satisfied and my collaborator disappointed. Indeed, I had reached a full point
just before the crest 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 body was warm up, and the touch her her bare skin against mine was
arousing. Her hips angled a bit, her PC muscular tissue loosened slightly, and
she increased the stride. Her breasts ballooned just under my chin ; if I
had angled my head down, I could have touched them with my tongue.

Betty was breathing heavily now. Her vaginal muscles were
repeatedly tightening and loosening. The combination of the oil and her
plenteous lubrication made my penis slide more easily. Suddenly she
gasped, clutched me tightly, burying her headway in my shoulder, rose hip
working frantically, hint held.

She cried out loudly in my ear, and her entirely trunk shuddered. Her
PC heftiness pinched my penis sharply near the head, making it throb a few
times despite the ring. I could feel the throbbing of her orgasm as
rhythmic pulses from her vaginal brawn. Finally, she moaned loudly
and went hitch, her full exercising weight pressed on top of me, momentarily
forcing the wind from me.

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

Betty gathered herself, slowly making it back into an upright
spot, albeit still catching her breathing time. `` I 'll bet you would sleep with to
cum right now, '' she said.

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

`` /Very/ commodity ! I am yarn-dye with you, whoremonger. ``

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 long time
ago I never wanted child and had my tubes cut. Would you like that ? ``

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

`` That 's right, it 's mine. And I choose to use it to please myself a
few More times before I give you backup. ``

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

I was not at all surprised to witness that Betty also recovered faster
than nearly women and was cook to go again within minutes. It did not
take her long to begin 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
vertical, my penis still firmly clenched in her vagina. She took a few
consequence to end up catching her breath. `` Not many the great unwashed know that the
male penis has a great deal of diverseness in shape. This one is just
right. ``

I had to marvel if this was intentional ; these little morale- and
ego-boosting input now and then, or if it were echt affection she
was showing for me. Her soreness was subtle, but it was there. You
just had to fuck where to bet for it.

She smiled at me, and this time I could definitely sense the
warmheartedness. `` You 've been very good. You deserve another advantage. ``

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

She turned, and that social movement alone nearly sent me over. She humped
no more than three times before I started throbbing, spewing my ejaculate
inside her. I groaned loudly as her muscles tightened again and seemed
to prolong my orgasm. When it did start to melt, she loosened her grip,
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 certain. We both needed each early
badly. If either one of us were to reconsider this arrangement, the
early would be deeply hurt.

Love ? I do n't think I 'd seriously know or infer the emotion
even if I tried. There was something between us, but whether it could
be called `` love '' in the traditional mother wit of the watchword, I was n't sure.
But, really, it did not count all that much.

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

The thought of sleep reminded me how tired I was going to be once the
epinephrin surge had worn off completely. `` I do n't consider I 'll be able to
eternal sleep in restraints, '' I said gently.

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

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

`` Should I not be ? ``

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

`` Something amusing ? ``

`` Oh, just that this has to be the get-go patronage trip I 've ever
been on that I actually enjoyed. ``

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

`` For what ? ``

`` For just being here. For letting me find you. What many people
do n't understand is that the key a human relationship like this is that you
bask what is happening to you. ``

I had never stopped to think 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 least, savor it.

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


END