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I walked out of the eating place to find that the heat energy of the
southwestern desert plains had quickly dissipated after sunset. A dark sky
filled with insensate pinpricks of sparkle allowed the mantle of furnace-hot
air to resurrect and dispel. In the thinner air of the high altitudes,
little of the day 's warmth would be left by dayspring, and I would call for a
jacket if I wanted to continue out in it. As it was, it was just
comfortable.

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

`` I 'm coming, John. ``

I turned around in clock time to see the eating place room access swing closed
behind my dinner-date and traveling companion. She looked mildly
annoyed. `` They had fuss running my corporate card through the
machine, '' she said, still holding the acknowledgment identity card in her hand.

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

Betty frowned and shook her school principal after putting the identity card back in her
wallet and her wallet into her bag. `` He got busy signals. Yours would
have had the Saami trouble. ``

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

She gave a wafture of dismissal. `` No motivation, it 's been taken care of. ``

The musical note of her voice made me suspect. I had been working on
this task with her for the last three calendar month, and in that meter I
learned a lot about her mannerisms. `` Oh ? And just how did you do that ? ``
I asked, the smirk on my aspect and tone of amusement in my articulation most
likely suggesting to her that I already had an idea.

Sure enough, she gave me an enigmatic grinning and drew herself erect.
This was no piffling affair. Betty was a large cleaning lady. Not fat. Large.
Nearly six feet tall, big-boned, matron-bosomed, with black, frizzed
hair that surrounded her head like an halo. When she drew herself
straight like that, the term full-figured came to mind.

So did the Bible formidable.

`` I simply used my womanly appeal to convince him to use the onetime
cite add-in swiper, '' she stated regally, sniffing the air.

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

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

I laughed. `` ejaculate on, let 's get back to the hotel before you do any
More damage. Honestly, I ca n't take you anywhere. ``

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

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

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

`` 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 embarrassed noises and said
something about opposites attract and went off. Have to admit, I was
glad to be rid of him. Even though afterward I was saddled with what 's
his face from accounting ... ''

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

`` Hey, what do I cognise ? I 'm a software engineer and locomotive engineer, not populace
relations. Why 'd they think they saddled you with me to lay down the
presentation in the first billet ? ``

A breeze blew up as we passed the slope of the hotel, bringing a
deep dark thrill. I felt a frisson go through me. Betty did n't
seem to oppose to it at all. She was like a immense boulder ; it was very
hard to move her without a lot of military posture, science, and purchase. I
relied on her for far more than just remembering names on this stage business
trip.

`` Oh, I do n't know, '' Betty said, her voice a little softer. `` I have
to take on 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 smiling. `` He
pictured me as the dominated hubby and you as the domineering wife. ``

Betty laughed, sounding loud as it echoed across the Park that sat
between the restaurant and the hotel on the other side. Rather than
walking to the corner and down the pavement along the adjacent slope,
she started down one of the winding paths in the park. I did n't gravel
pointing this out to her. She did cipher without a reason. `` Now how
could he possibly get that idea ? '' she asked.

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

`` Do n't trade yourself short. You had all the technical point. ``

`` Yeah, but I would have been lost trying to shell out with all our
clients on top of the coach from the regional offices. Not to
citation you helped shell off the wolves when I got to the really
controversial proposal. ``

She shrugged nonchalantly. `` patronage is business. And sometimes
citizenry have to be told what 's dear 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 caller 'd be weirdo not to distinguish it. ``

The conversation fell still between us for a myopic while. The parking lot
was largely deserted. It was not terribly late at Night, but this part
of southerly Utah was not known for its Night living. The quietus of Beehive State
was n't exactly a social hot spot either.

We did find one other dyad in the parking area. A real couple, not two
people that happened to be next to each other. They were seated on a
bench in the darkness 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 mess of the
couple.

`` Oh ? ``

`` I had the feeling he was in question we were really there on a
business trip. ``

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 suffer us
drive back from AZ to Denver instead of going back by air. ``

She shrugged again. `` We can cause it back by tomorrow Night, '' she
said. `` Anyway, it 's variety of skillful to see some scenery on the way back.
And I have to accommodate, the company 's been goodness. ``

That was the number one time I had heard her express any kind of
personal feelings towards me. I had naturally assumed that we were
getting alone well simply from deficiency of evidence to the contrary. Betty
was very dependable at letting you know when you were doing something to
annoy her, but slack to mention when you 're doing something nice. `` Thank
you, '' I said. `` The belief is definitely mutual. Although I 'll be happy
to be back. ``

I made that assertion automatically, without any thought behind it.
If I were pressed to give 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 occupation trip.

`` Have someone to go back to ? ``

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

`` married woman ? Girlfriend ? Mistress ? '' Betty asked.

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

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

I could have pointed out that that Nox 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 minute. ``

I had hoped she would forget it at that, but trying to get Betty to
stop doing something was like trying to stop a smoke with a piece of
tissue composition. `` 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. Sojourner Truth be
told, I did not suffer much of a sociable life, especially with the
opposite sex. I had trouble relating to women. Betty was promiscuous because
she was a patronage partner, and because she /was/ so formidable that I
would possess been far too intimidated to even attempt anything with her.
All womanhood intimidated me to a stage, but Betty topped the listing, at
least where love affair was concerned. Thus it never became an offspring in our
partnership.

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

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

`` Oh, not really. I do n't date all that much. At to the lowest degree ... not in
the traditional sense. ``

`` Oh ? ``

She was silent for a few here and now as we passed a couple holding
hands walking the former way. The soft roar 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
assumptions about me. I do like to overtop. ``

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

Betty snickered. `` Yeah, but too a good deal so, sometimes. It 's genuine hard
when most of them wo n't even approach you. ``

`` Catch .22 ? ``

She sighed. `` In spades. ``

We were quiet for some prison term after that, the secrecy broken only by
the sound of the Creek. I felt bad that I might have made her
depressed, even though it was her that brought up the theme in the
first position. I looked at her, but her face betrayed nothing. It held
the same severely look that she always carried when dealing with job
matters. I felt it best not to say anything. Nothing I could have said
would have helped matters.

We continued along the side of the creek until the creek took a
acute turn away from the path, and the silence returned. I happened to
reckon back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my side. The
yellow-tinted light briefly illuminated her legs 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 repose of her. They
were still clad in the black stockings she had worn at the end of the
conference earlier that day.

With the pressure of the projection deadline gone, I was starting to
see Betty in a dissimilar light. On the whole, when one got past her
orotund stature and air of unapproachability, she was actually fairly
attractive. If affair were different - if I were more well-off with
women outside of a professional person setting - I might consider pursuing a
relationship with her.

Suddenly the secretiveness 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 sense in talking about
business matter now. That really left only one alternative, despite
the fact that it might be a topic she did n't really desire to follow
anymore. What 's forged, I now had a burning curiosity about something
that could flex out to be rather personal.

I had no former options, other than to live the muteness, which I
did not think I could do for some reason. `` Betty, mind if I ask a
question about something you said a few minutes ago ? ``

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

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

She smirked slightly. `` And when have you known me to keep 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 puzzling smile of hers crossed her nerve, the kind of
smile that could make people cringe. Sometimes it even made me nervous.
'' What do /you/ think it means, lav ? ``

I had n't expected her to put the clod back in my tribunal. Now I knew
a little of how that Berkshire lineament felt. `` I guess it could signify
lots of things, '' I said. `` Could just think you like to lead during a
dance. ``

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

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

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

It was too later when I realized what I had gotten myself into.
Which was stupid, because I had in the spine of my creative thinker the idea that
this may indeed be the slip 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 time 's the appeal. ``

It was a bit of a relief to receive had her say it instead of me.
'' Whatever float your gravy boat, '' I said, trying to sound non-committal.

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

I should bear expected that. `` for sure. ``

`` Do you date at all ? ``

flip-flop was fairish fun with her. It would n't be sightly for me to
hold back when she was leave to let on 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
bother relating to women, '' I told her. `` On a personal spirit level, that is.
Professionally, no problem. ``

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

I paused a present moment to find the right field wrangle and failed. `` Different. ``

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

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

There was another bout of lull between us, but not complete
secretiveness. We were reaching the former incline of the green, and I could discover
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 elbow room for a bit and have a drink with me ? ``

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

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

`` How 'd you manage that ? ``

`` What 's the big deal ? alcoholic drink 's not illegal in Utah, they just
regulate it more here. restaurant have to induce a special body politic license
for it, and many do n't bother. You just looked annoyed earlier when you
found you could n't get a drink at dinner. ``

I considered. I knew that she might suffer had another need in
mind. Perhaps she was indeed feeling a little lonely. In a way, I
suppose we were kindred heart. Neither one of us could come to to the
opposite sex in a normal way. I had to accept that the idea of some
female company, even just for a nightcap, was an appealing idea.
Not to mention being able to get off the Mormon State government-imposed wagon.
'' What have you got ? ``

`` Just a small bottle of some goodness wine. zippo really hard. '' She
gave a half-smile.

Even better. I did n't like having anything too potent in the
eve. Yes, it would assist me get to sleep, but I did not log Z's as
deeply as I would have 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 room was similar to mine. It was just as spacious, as she
had used her natural `` negotiating science '' to secure us two of the
ameliorate elbow room in the hotel. As soon as I walked in, I saw the bottle of
wine sitting on the nightstand next to the king-sized bed.

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

`` Very dear choice, '' I said, and tried to paw the feeding 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 spread it ? ``

She dashed away before I could react, heading into the bathroom
with her pocketbook still slung over one shoulder. As I set the feeding bottle down
on the nightstand, I heard the privy doorway swing closed behind her. I
thought nothing More of it. I simply assumed that she had to use the
bathroom.

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

She reached the bottle in several foresightful strides, as if some signified of
urgency was dogging her steps. I had been about to stand and pour the
vino for her, but I decided it was best to let her run the show. I
admitted to being mystified at her sudden burst of intensiveness, 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 vino into the cups. With a much more relaxed gait, she brought the
cups 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 case ... '' She thrust her cup forward. `` Here 's to the end
of the league. ``

I could definitely drink to that. I touched her cup with mine, and
the two of us took a tenacious pull at the wine. Betty watched me over the
rim of her cup with centre that had a sentiency of anticipation to them.

By now, I had a vague notion that something was not quite right on,
but I was not able to put together all the insidious clues to count on out
what was going on. Perhaps Betty was simply more desperate for
companionship than I had thought. I had the brief, savage thought that
she was hoping I was going to relieve oneself some sort of procession. It only took a
moment to realize that was ridiculous. From what she had told me, it
was her that made the advance, and there was no assoil mansion she intended
to do such a matter. She had to recognise I would call on 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 mouth, I caught a very deliquium, acid Fucus vesiculosus. I took another
sip of the wine-coloured, let it lounge for a few seconds, and swallowed. There
it was again.

Betty had been about to take a sip herself when she stopped and
raised her eyebrow. `` trouble ? ``

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

`` I 've had it for a few sidereal day. 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
go on if the wine-colored gets too warm. ``

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

I shook my headspring. `` Not a big deal. It 's still a commodity wine. '' To establish
my degree, I took another long sip.

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

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

She snickered. `` Oh ? You had no trouble with that Margarita the
other day. ``

`` Now that 's an exception. You always make an exception for a honest
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 think that you did. ``

`` I was sure it was going to be a calamity. I could n't see two so
unsuited people in my life. ``

It was something of a reliever to try her say that. I had had
similar thoughts, though most belike for different reasonableness. To me,
railroad engineer and customer living never mixed. They could n't ; their agendum,
their focal point, was just too different.

`` I would have thought, though, that you might have seen an
advantage. You could have easily taken complete control of the project.
Is n't that Thomas More your nature anyway, to dominate. ``

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

`` Oh ? ``

`` Business is a trivial different. I 'm naturally aggressive in the
collective world, but as for actual domination, I tend to give that
strictly to matter of sex. ``

I had finished about half the cup of vino already. I found it easy
to salute fast when I was talking with someone at the same clip, as I
tended to focus on the conversation and kick downstairs my crapulence to
autopilot. I was feeling a little even, like the blood was rushing
to my header. I did not think I had had enough to make me sense like this,
but perhaps it was because the tension had lifted.

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

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

I felt a common sense of vague soreness below the waist and shifted in
my seat automatically to fix it. `` I apologize for asking you such a
sensitive query in the outset place, '' I said, still having a sense
that I needed to expiate for pursuing the topic.

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

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

I trailed off, realizing that I was only making affair worse. I
sighed and took a recollective 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 reform that trouble quite soon. ``

As I downed the net of the wine-coloured, I was fully mindful that something
was indeed amiss. I shifted in my seat as that sense of discomfort and
parsimoniousness came over me. Things moved in just the right way to alarm me
to just what the problem was. For the past times few arcminute I had been very
slowly gaining an erecting, and the way I had moved in my tush released
the pressure decent to allow it to finish its expansion, a tenacious, intemperate
bulge in the crotch of my pants.

I was so surprised at the actualisation that I said nothing for a few
seconds. Why would I be having one now ? While the topic of conversation
had turned somewhat to the matter of sex, there was zippo inherently
titillating being said. Sex was not even really on my psyche that evening.

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

Did she have it off already ? My trouser were fairly dark-colored ; unless I
brought attention to it, she might not see it. `` Oh, nothing. I was just
thinking maybe I should get back to my way. ``

`` Maybe stay just a few minutes longer, '' Betty said. `` At least until
I finish my wine-coloured. ``

I nodded vaguely. Perhaps in that fourth dimension 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 of arc or so.

Yet instead, if anything, it seemed to get harder. I could feel the
pulse of my heartbeat in the shaft where it pressed against my skin.
Generally it took a majuscule mass 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 corpse. ``

It took a bit for my mind to consider that it had actually heard
her say that. I briefly entertained the impression that she meant something
else and was teasing me by using spoken language 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 and put the cup aside. She
gave me that smiling again. `` I know. But I was. ``

I struggled to understand what was going on. `` Huh ? That does n't
make sense. And I have to differentiate you, I do n't consider ... 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 suffer that erection for the side by side eight hours. ``

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

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

I stared at her for a few seconds. Finally I managed to put it all
together. Closing the door of the privy ; no toilet kick ; her rush
to pullulate the wine out into the cups before I could see the inside of
them ; the acidic aftertaste in the wine.

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

`` Just an erection 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 Viagra, '' she said. `` It 's something else. An other,
somewhat more earthy drug. But it wo n't harm you. ``

`` How can you say that ? '' I said in a rising scare. `` An eight minute
erecting is enough to cause ... p-permanent damage. ``

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

`` So is that what this was all about ? To institutionalize me to an embarrassing
trip to the hand brake room ? ``

Betty smiled. `` There 's another way around the problem. If you have
an vivid enough orgasm, you can misplace the erecting for a short time.
Have enough of them, and you 'll afford your tool enough of a rest to
fend off hurt. ``

I rose to my groundwork. The cotton of my briefs rubbed the underside of
my gibe in a provocative way. `` Then I 'll devolve to my room and ...
take care of that. ``

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

I knew what the right thing to do was. The justly affair was to leave
her hotel room immediately and foreland straight over to the hospital. As
embarrassing as it might be, it was what I should do. And then send for the
police and report Betty for what she had done to me.

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

`` I only had the two contraceptive pill with me that I gave you, '' Betty said in a
matter-of-fact interpreter. `` And I 'm not telling you the name of the drug.
The hospital wo n't be able to treat you without knowing which drug it
was. And it could submit an hr or two to test you, more if they have to
commit out to a lab, which they probably would in a rinky-dink piddling
townspeople like this. ``

I turned back to her. I looked at her, with her self-confident,
relaxed view on the sofa, and that smile that could send shivers
down the spine of even the inviolable and most headstrong man. I tried to
summon up hatred for her, or ire, but neither was quick to number to
me. `` So that was the entirely purpose of inviting me for a drink ? '' I
asked. `` To make me have sex with you ? ``

I wanted her to express joy at me. I wanter her to humiliate me right
then and there, and dedicate me an excuse, a intellect to become wild 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 get angry with her.

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

`` I dominate the men in my aliveness, '' she said. `` I intimidate them, I
control them. You 're intimidated by women when you try to approach them
as an equate. 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 induce 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 breast swelled under a bra
that had to be at to the lowest degree an E-cup and 40 to 42 column inch around. Even then
it looked like they were threatening to spill out the sides and top.
Her torso was thick, but her stomach flat.

Her doll slipped off her wide of the mark, round pelvic girdle. Her stockings came to
midway up her thighs, where a supporter knock held them up. Her step-in
were a low Triangle over her crotch.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. Her tit rolled out of
her cups, each movement of her body causing them to ripple. The nipples
were quite large and salient, standing out erect, the darker tegument
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 woman often appear to have
with child stage, only to find out that their stockings were covering a multitude
of imperfections. Not so with Betty. Her legs were smooth as silk.

Now completely naked, she stood right-hand in front of me. `` William Tell me,
John the Divine, '' she said softly. `` Do you guess 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 hold
imagined that such a magnificent body lie beneath her commercial enterprise suits.
Her body completely redefined smasher. No mode poser could be built
like her and expect to give birth a career. But then no style fashion model could
self-praise having so much more of everything that makes a woman a woman.
Betty had the solidity, the presence, that other women lacked.

I wanted to rival her, if for no other reason that to make sure she
was real. I could have. It would have been a simply matter to just
rear my hand and place it on her hip, or cup one of her white meat, or
caress her ass, or slide it between her legs.

But I could not play myself to do it.

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

I shook my head.

`` Do you love why ? ``

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

`` You 're so intimidated by me that even my nudeness, which
traditionally symbolizes a woman 's submissiveness, ca n't compel you. ``
She smiled. `` So now my nakedness becomes a root of top executive 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
solvent. `` No, not really. Is that bad ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

I complied. I took off my pants and briefs first, to relieve the
intense pressure there. My cock sprang out thicker and strong than I
ever remembered it being. It was also slightly violet in coloration, like
when I occasionally wear a ring around my scrotum to temporarily
enhance my erection.

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

`` I should make 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 time my bosom beat. She smiled. `` It 's always the placidity, shy men
that have the nicest cocks. ``

`` Um, thank you, '' I said. `` And I 'd like to keep 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 wrist joint in a very hard handle and
snapped one handcuff closed around it with the metallic zipper-like
sound of the lock chamber finding its tightest fit. She did the Sami with my
other wrist. I noticed something odd, however, when she let go of me.
There was a lot more shimmer in the chain than I thought there would be.

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

I heard her rummage through her satchel again. Then she was behind
me again, and reaching around to enwrap something around my neck. For a
moment I panicked and thought she was about to hamper me, but it
turned out to be a choker of some variety. Then she pulled on the chain on
the manacle, forcing me to lift my radiocarpal joint and crouch my arms until they
were halfway up my back. Something tugged on the book binding of my collar,
pressing it against my throat. The pressure increased when she let go.
She had attached something between the back of the taking into custody 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 Sir Thomas More than I was expecting. ``

`` You could have 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 lawful. But now we 're almost make to begin. There 's just a few
to a greater extent preparations. Stand at the foot of the bed, your back towards the
bed. ``

`` What are you going to do ? ``

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

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

`` Spread your legs 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 like moderate but steady pure tone she had been. Yet
it could not make been more effective if she had screamed it at the top
of her lungs.

From her satchel she retrieved two leather shoulder strap with buckle and
midst cord attached. She wrapped a strap around each ankle and tied the
loose end of the cord to the leg of the bed on that side, pulling it
taut. As she did this, she pulled my legs a little foster apart so
that now I could rest standing only if I continued to stand erect.

Betty was not yet done with me. She came over with respective brass
anchor ring, varying in size from two to three column inch in diam. Each had a
hinge so that it opened on the inverse side, where a clasp could hold on
it closed. A thin range also lay in her hand.

She took one of the closed chain and carefully fit it around my testicles.
I felt a small-scale shudder go though me at her touch, however non-sexual it
was right now. She tried out a indorsement and then a tierce one, looking for
the veracious fit. Finally she selected on, slipped one end link of the
chain onto it, and closed it tightly around my testicles, the chain
hanging down about six column inch beneath my scrotum.

Betty looked at me and grinned. `` Just one More item, and we 'll be
prepare to pop out. ``

I refrained from comment, at to the lowest degree until she showed me what the
last item was. `` You ca n't be dangerous, '' I blurted.

`` Oh, but this is what will attend to in making your orgasms most
spectacular, '' she said as she held the guide weight in her medal before
me. `` Allow me to exhibit. ``

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 weight tugged unmercifully on the
doughnut. I winced, expecting to feel as if she had just kicked me in the
globe. Instead, it stopped just short of that. I felt like my testicles
were about to pull liberate from my consistency, but the atmospheric pressure on them, and the
angle at which it was applied, was not enough to bruise them.

`` Can you find how your balls are pulled away from your eubstance ? '' Betty
asked.

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

`` You see, when you get conclude to climax, your body tries to force
your testis towards your torso. If it ca n't get them close enough,
you ca n't orgasm. And the retentive it takes you to get to orgasm, the
more spectacular it is. '' She smiled evilly. `` Perhaps you need Thomas More of a
demonstration. ``

She stood off to the incline. Her deal reached down and urge on my
penis against my venter. I moaned softly at her touch modality, realizing how
much I had been craving it from the start. She used two fingers to
vigorously stimulate me right at the most sensitive speckle about a third
the way down the shaft from the head word. I normally did not care for this
variety of hired hand job ; it was over with too quickly. I felt myself rise very
quickly to climax.

I groaned loudly as the feeling of urging increased swiftly,
approaching the point where I would crest over into orgasm. I grew
close to climax, right at the head of no payoff, or what should have
been. Yet as she continued to stimulate me, I would not crest.

Her finger continued to move in a steady, bill calendar method of birth control. `` This
will drive you crazy before prospicient, '' Betty commented with a smile.

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

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

`` You would like me to take a crap 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 religious rite 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 side that rendered me physically helpless. Yet
this was not the like as submissiveness. For that, I had to surrender
any hold out bit of will or defiance that I had in me.

If this had been an hr ago, and I was simply asked point dummy to
enter in this, I would never throw done it. But once I allowed
myself to be drawn into it, it seemed so instinctive as to be frightening.

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

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

`` Yes ... ''

`` Say it. ``

I swallowed. I felt the hotness rising to my cheeks, but I was beyond
lovingness. `` Y-you controller my orgasms. ``

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

`` You own my rooster. ``

`` And since I own it, '' she said in a flaccid voice. She stopped
stimulating me, letting my penis drop until it was standing neat
out from my organic structure. Her fingers caressed my bollock, the skin taut from
the tug of the weight. She reached down and grasped the chain of mountains, pulling
on it so that I no longer felt the pull. `` I 'm not obligated to make you
cum when you want. I 'll make water you cum when /I/ want. ``

At no item in my life had I been so desperate to have my penis
touched. A light touch for just a few seconds would throw been enough to
send me over at that moment. The realization hit me severely who was in
dominance 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 touch on to women ? ``

`` It 's ... it 's still very hard to let in. ``

`` No need. You already have. ``

She let the chain slip from her fingers and the weight tug at my
testicles again. I glanced down at them. They looked swollen, as if the
repeated foreplay 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 pocket-size plastic egg
about two inches in length, 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 thought behind me and I heard her
jade it into the paries. Still behind me, she picked up the wire. There
was a detent, and the plastic egg began buzzing softly as the vibrator
inside it started.

In less than a minute I was hanging at a point light of climax, not
quite as closing curtain as before, but enough so that the issue was
excruciating. `` I do n't know if I can acquire this much longer, '' I told
her.

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

She picked up the footrest that sat side by side to the dresser and placed
it in front of me. She stepped onto it, and all at once my view was
filled with her massive bosom. I could smell a syncope odour from her
skin, a combination of her perfume and perspiration. The mammilla on
each breast 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 back of my chief and pushed her allow breast into my face. I could n't
breathe for a few instant, until my mouth found her mamilla and my lips
closed around it. She then relented enough for me to run in breathing spell
through my nose.

I sucked lightly and drew more of her into my mouth, filling it
with the slightly piquant penchant of her cutis. I heard her groan softly. I
licked at the nipple, still astonished by how large 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
Eskimo dog voice.

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

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

I should have realized from the commencement what she wanted. She did
nothing halfway. She experienced everything to the extreme point. Despite her
desire to dominate 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
fourth dimension, I let my scanty teeth just lightly catch it. With a spry vellication of
my jaw, I gave her a small bite.

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

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

Finally, trousering, Betty pulled away and stepped off the throne. `` My
god that was good, '' she said.

With the misdirection 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 prick ? ``

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

`` Which means ? ``

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

Betty 's smile turned more friendly. `` You impressed me with your
skill. I think that deserves a petty reward. ``

I had thought that it meant she was going to simply elevate the system of weights
and let me culminate. Instead, she turned off the vibrator - which was
something of a small ease in its own right-hand - and removed it from my
penis. Then to my surprise, she knelt in social movement of me and took my phallus
into her mouth.

Never had I felt such a skilled lingua in my life ! It moved in agency
around my member that I did not think were anatomically possible. I did
not require Betty to even desire to do this, since it 's generally seen
as a character of submission to the male, especially in this position. Yet
when I thought about it, it made sense ; she was doing it completely by
her own choice, and not mine. I had no option other than to accept it.

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

The first gear throbbing were so intense they seemed to reach up into my
belly, and I felt a flimsy twinge of pain in my PC muscle with each
throbbing. Betty pressed her finger's breadth hard in a topographic point just short of my anus,
and I nearly fell over from the vividness of the convulsions of my
prostate gland. I felt myself shoot load after load of semen into Betty 's
back talk, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Each time, just before
she drew back to swallow, her mouthpiece clamped around my penis hard,
coaxing it to make up more.

It was the recollective and most intense sexual climax I had ever had. I would
have collapsed to the base if Betty had not stood and grabbed my
shoulder joint after I had finished throbbing.

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

I took a few arcsecond to trip up my breathing time. Every sinew in my body
seemed to ache. `` commodity Jehovah, yes, '' I cried. `` I never had anything like
that before. ``

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

She pointed downward. I looked at my phallus. Very slowly, it had
started to break and lose its erection.

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

Betty gave me an evil grin. `` The drug I gave you is still in your
organisation. 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 member appeared to have already stopped
softening. It was hanging in a state between flaccid and arduous, like it
sometimes did as I was getting aroused. I closed my eyes and groaned.

`` However, I am not completely roughshod, '' Betty said, lifting my head
by the Kuki so I was looking into her eyes. The contained a compassion
tempered by mischievousness. `` I will absolve you, except for your
handlock, so you can stretch a bit. ``

Betty released the handcuff around my ankles and removed the nail
and connecting string to my handcuff. My legs screamed in pain in the ass when I
tried to incite them at first, having stiffened from being locked in
position for so long. My coat of arms also hurt when I unbent them as much as
the handcuffs would countenance, which was enough to adulterate the muscle a
bit since there was some free rein in the concatenation connecting the cuffs.

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

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

`` We 'll ask to wait a small bit before you 're ready to respond
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 private parts was completely hairless,
not even so much as stubble present tense. The labia were perfectly formed,
and as she spread herself, I could clearly see her glistening clit,
swollen and extended, larger on her than on about cleaning lady, which seemed to
be very incidentally 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 eager to bind 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
breast, I want you to be aggressive, '' 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 slant she held my head.

Betty smiled evilly. `` You use zero but your tongue for this. In
fact, get used to this now. You will never refer me with your hands.
Only your tongue and lips, and - if you 're near - maybe your dick as
well. ``

She leaned back slightly, pulling my head teacher with her and pushing my
boldness into her waiting pussy. At once my lingua was pressed against her
clitoris, and I started licking at it like a man death of thirst.

`` Very good, but do n't leave out the relaxation 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
coating of her fluids. She pressed my face into her pitcher more firmly,
causing her fluids to smear over my lips and nose. The impregnable aroma of
her sex filled my anterior naris, overwhelming my senses.

Despite how much is written about it, it is actually quite
difficult to take a cleaning woman 's clitoris into the mouth. near are simply
not gravid enough, or do not pop enough. Betty 's, however, was
different. I could require it between my lips and suck it into my oral cavity
and shimmer with it with the tip of my tongue, all of which brought
commendation from Betty in the form of rich groan and shudders.

Betty had to be the most sensuous fair sex I had ever met. old
pardner - the few that I had had - never vocalized or responded as
strongly as she. I used to consider that it was because my performance had
been lackluster, which had only served to defecate dealing with cleaning woman
harder. But perhaps I simple had not met the right field 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 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 entire soundbox rocked with her throbbing,
which I could palpate as palpable contractions in her vagina. I teased her
clitoris lightly through her climax, which made her thrill again.

She let go of my hairsbreadth 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 cleaning woman so well. `` I am glad you found me satisfactory, '' I
said.

Betty propped herself up enough so that she could await at my face
and smirked. `` You may vocalize pretty subdued about it, but you look like
the cat that ate the canary. ``

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

With a moan, Betty rose into a sit down berth. She reached into
her satchel and came up with a towel. `` viewpoint up, '' she said.

She used the towel to gently wipe my boldness 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 occur out before it 's over, '' I
commented, only half-jokingly.

`` You 'll keep up just o.k.. In fact, you 're already holding up much
better than my ex-boyfriend. '' She sighed. `` He could barely go for two
hours before having to afford up. ``

`` The drug in my organisation does run to be a motivating factor. ``

`` I want you to cognize that I do n't usually mesh 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 charwoman wants me that badly. ``

`` But have you been looking for the decent char ? ``

It was uncanny that I had only been thinking that myself just a
little while ago. But then the other logical implication 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 time
I did it on the sly. I did n't want to take a chance rejection. ``

She meant it. For all her belligerence and shotgun attack to
romance and sex, I could see in her brass that she would have been very
hurt if I had turned her down.

`` Many people think that because I do this I do n't give care, '' Betty said
in a softer spokesperson. `` I do. Just in a different way. ``

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

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

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 hold kinship with fair sex on
a level that just does n't work out for you. I want you with a fair sex that
will prize you. ``

I had never known her open of such tenderness. It was making it
unmanageable to say `` no ''. I was n't so sure that /I /wanted to say `` no ''.
And Sojourner Truth be told, I felt something for her as well. This whole setup
was quickly turning from something that I had been forced to do into
something that I wanted to do.

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

`` If you mean Thomas More drug-induced erecting, bondage, kept just short
of orgasm until you go nuts, and penalisation when you fail to please
me, then the answer is 'yes', more Night like this. ``

I had to smile. `` You have n't managed to designate 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 penalty be ? ``

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

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

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

It very nearly made me fall behind my nerve. `` Yes, that 's decent, '' I told
her. `` You do n't own it. You do n't ensure anything about me. ``

She stood up and towered over me as I remained seated on the border
of the bed. `` And here I thought you were a quick learner. It looks like
I 'll take to use some stronger method acting. ``

`` Do your worst, '' 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 exchange
the threshold of the wardrobe into a torture device. I hung upside down with
my back against the threshold, my stage gap, each ankle wrapped in thick
leather restraints. Wide straps attached to them ran over the top of
the room access and were secured somehow on the early face, holding me with
the top of my forefront inches from the floor. The metal ring was clamped
around my testicles once again, its strand also disappearing over the
top of the threshold and secured so that it was as taut as when the weights
were on it ( which made me go for that the shoulder strap on my ankles did not
fracture ! ).

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 genitals such that the head of my phallus was
snugly inside it. The other end of the tube was in my mouth, attached
to a mob gag that kept my sass forced capable. The pipe, though
elastic, had been cut to just the good size so that it was pulled
straight.

The most flummox thing 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
stimulation of my phallus was driving me idle again. Now a saw her come
into view, placing the stair stool next to me. She was carrying a
credit card ruler that she slapped loudly against her hired man as she gave me a
malevolent grin.

She reached around the backrest of the door, still watching me. I felt
her pinch the mountain chain that was attached to my testicle gang, feeling its
tug against my private parts. For an instant I thought she had sent me
over, for my penis throbbed once, and I braced myself. But null came
down the tube into my mouth.

`` You have a option, '' Betty said. `` I can bring out the range, and
you 'll climax and eat your own cum. ``

The thought of that sent a tingle through my body.

`` Or ... '' She climbed on the step stool. She lightly caressed the
buttocks of my left foot with a corner of the ruler, making me squirm.
When this only served to mess up with the tension on the chemical chain, allowing
my member to give another half-throb, I relented. `` Or I can show you how
using the foot instead of the ass is a far more efficacious form of
spanking. ``

I groaned. With the apparatus in my mouth I could not give her a
coherent response. This gave new meaning to the Word of God `` caught between a
rock candy and a arduous place ''.

Betty suddenly gave the ball of my left foot a tang with the matted
of the ruler, giving resounding crack cocaine and causing a brief flash of
infliction. The stinging sentiency lingered for a few mo before fading.
'' Think you could stand that ? ``

I tried to nod as a lot as I could.

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

I shook my head.

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

I nodded again.

`` How about twenty dollar bill ? ``

I nodded.

`` Thirty ? ``

Betty wielded the ruler and delivered ten quick nose candy to the bottom
of my leftover foot, about twice as hard as her 1st smasher. My consistency
jerked, causing the chain to pull Thomas More at my testicles this time rather
than to a lesser extent. For a brief here and now I was sure as shooting 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 care 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 expert than the alternative. I reluctantly nodded.

She struck the bum of my invertebrate foot with the rule ten more than times. She
did not do them as quickly this time, but she used more military group. When she
was done, the prat of my foot felt raw and tender, and it hurt even
just to wiggle my toes.

In the excited bang that had accompanied the estimation of having a
tenacious terminus kinship with a woman, something that I had only dreamed
of before this, I had forgotten that Betty had the capacity to be
cruel. After all, she did steal me an essentially dangerous drug. I
believe her when she says she really did not want to hurt me ; even what
she was doing to me now would pass.

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

`` The foot is an amazing thing, really, '' Betty said. She traced the
edge of the rule down the underside of my foot, which still tickled
despite the annoyance. `` It feels so much unsound than it is. The tegument is
barely even red. ``

She pressed the corner of the swayer into the figure at a tender
point, pain flaring. I groaned.

`` Thirty Thomas More to go, '' Betty said. `` Or, you can reconsider. ``

I looked at the setup around my member warily. Despite the fact
that the ring and chain held my egg as tightly as it had a few
moments before, I felt like I was edging closer to climax. It was as
excruciating a feeling as before. portion of me wanted desperately the
sculptural relief of coming. nearly of me, however, did not want to trade with the
consequences.

Looking at it logically, my reluctance made no good sense. It would not
hurt me. It would not make me sick, 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 foot. Now I could find tears trickling out of
the corners of my eye.

`` You may be interested to have sex, '' 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 instance 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 mind to it. ``

I do n't recognize why, but I believed her. I believed her assurances
that all I had to do was be a good boy and I would not be punished like
this. I could not make up one's mind whether this was because I was so desperate
for female companionship or whether I really got a gumption for her
Lunaria annua. By all rights I should not have believed her so easily ; she
appeared to enjoy doing this too much to want to do it so infrequently.

She tickled the bottom of my substructure again. `` Twenty more ? ``

I nodded and squeezed my oculus tightly shut in anticipation.

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

`` You probably ought to hump something, '' Betty said. `` After I 'm done
with this foot, I intend to replicate the same with your left. After that,
it will still be a fifty-fifty fortune as to whether you eat your cum or
not. '' She grinned. `` I was going to leaf a coin. ``

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

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

The facial expression on Betty 's face changed subtly. She looked
thoughtful for a few second gear, then reached behind the threshold. I held my
breather. There was a chink, 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 beguilement, '' she said. `` I 'm going to
fling you a choice. I need to roll in the hay 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 pass, slipping it off. My jaw
ached considerably when I tried to move it again, but it was a alleviation
to be free people of the infernal thing. `` Does this mean you have a change of
heart about ... this ? '' I asked, my centre flicking briefly to the tube.

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

I swallowed again, which brought a brief twinge of pain, as it had
dried out from my backtalk having been restrain open air for some sentence. She wanted
an honest reply from me. This did not vocalise like a joke or part of the
punishment. 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 petition 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 putz, '' I told her.

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

`` 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 unperceivable sigh escaped from Betty 's brim. `` I will
dismission you from penalty, '' she said. After a hesitation she added,
'' And I will dedicate you the antidote for the drug. ``

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

She nodded slightly.

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

Betty 's grin widened. `` I finish the punishment by having you eat
your cum. ``

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

`` I always am serious, John. You 'd outflank remember that. Consider it
proof of your loyalty. ``

`` All right, 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 simple-minded rule :

`` Rule one : You never tinge your cock, as it is my place and I 'll
decide what 's done with it.

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

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

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

Betty grinned. `` Why, only the secure orgasms that any man could ever
pipe dream of enjoying. I 've only shown you a very small number of manner. And
a sedate promise that I intend to evince you how much I appreciate you,
and that I will never punish you without damn soundly reason. ``

On one level, I knew I was a tomfool for believing her so easily. I
had not known her hanker enough to establish that sort of trust. Yet at
the Same meter, there was something about her, something about what I
felt when I looked into her eyes. Those middle held a tenderness in piercing
contrast to the rest of her. She needed me as much as I felt I needed
her.

When she was preparing her torture twist for me earlier, 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 speech were barely out of my sass when Betty was strapping the
ring gag on again. I opened my oral fissure to accommodate it, even as my
meat started racing. She stood, and her verbalism shifted back to the
cruel taskmaster again. With a perfectly vicious smiling she reached around
the room access and set the vibrator buzzing again.

The stimulation in my penis did not take long to build back up to
where it was before. The mountain range 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 relate it yourself. That is why I
will always use the drug to generate 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 depart you like this for a fiddling while
longer. I can counter your climax as long as I like, if it pleases
me. Would you care me to do that, St. John ? ``

I shook my head. My oculus begged her to pass on me some relief.

This time, however, she had no understanding for me. `` What you want,
however, is irrelevant in this subject. But more than I want to see you
suffer from a denied sexual climax, I want to see what happens when you cum. ``
Her arm moved so abruptly, I was not sure at outset what she was doing,
but the next second, all the stress in the string attached to the
testicle ring was gone.

My phallus exploded into an orgasm as intense as the net. several
large lovesome lump dropped squarely into my mouth and onto my glossa, and
the abrupt scent filled my nostrils when I exhaled, making my stomach
butter churn. I tried to accept to get the stuff out of my mouth, but my
pharynx had dried too much, and it was hard to withdraw effectively with
my backtalk forced open.

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

Betty waited until the last of my orgasm had faded and my phallus
started to relent, a lilliputian faster than before. She knelt by my question
again and placed her fingerbreadth on the straps holding my ring gag. `` When I
remove this, '' she said, `` You 're to keep your mouth shut, and when you
can, swallow every drop in your oral cavity. 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 swallow
immediately to get it over with and nearly choked. I managed to muffle
a coughing without spitting, and tried again. It felt a petty slimy in my
mouth, which set my stomach churning again. Finally, however, I got
almost of it down, but there was a tarry 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 behind, lingering kiss. Very briefly her clapper flicked out
between mine and caught some semen 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 sound to you as it does to me, '' she said in a husky
voice.

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

`` You took your punishment very well. And now, would you like to
reword what you said before that started this altogether thing ? ``

I slowly grinned. `` You own my shaft, and you have complete controller
over it. ``

`` Ah, much better. You are indeed a fast 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 carpus 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 world-class. Attached to the end of the chain of my egg ring was a
high-tension bounce, the former end of which was wrapped around the same
bedpost to which my ankle were tied.

Betty straddled my rosehip, the powerful muscles in her wooden leg squeezing
my soundbox briefly in a display of persuasiveness. My penis ached from what it had
endured that evening, yet I had another strong erection which glistened
from the liberal amount of oil that she had slathered over it. It must
have been for my benefit, as I could literally smell how aroused she
was, despite the fact that her face betrayed nothing but calm.

She slid her hips forward and let the head teacher 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 call back that I was containing my excitement very
well.

`` Be measured, lav, '' Betty warned. `` Do n't constitute me think you 're
trying to be sarcastic with me. ``

`` I would not dream of it. ``

Betty angled her rosehip down and angle forward. I felt my member
start to fathom her as she slowly slid backwards. I moaned softly as
I felt it encounter a reasonable amount of opposition as it entered. This
sum of money of stringency in her pussy could not have been natural.

When I was fully inside her, she carefully straightened up. The
want of any hairsbreadth in her crotch made it easy to see my member buried
inside of her, only about a one-fourth inch of the root word showing.

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

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

`` Every day I do PC muscle recitation. I 've been doing it for the
last ten old age. Allow me show you. ``

At once, her vagina clenched around my phallus like a vise. Then she
flexed her branch slightly, raising her pelvic girdle by just an inch or two. Her
travelling bag was so strong that it nearly lifted me off the bed by my penis ! I
gasped when I thought that she was about to force 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 traction sufficiency 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 overshadow
even here, in what would normally be the ultimate act of submissiveness
by a adult female. Instead, the use are reversed. ``

Without warned, she started to light forward. I was sure she was
going to injure me by landing right on top of me, but at the last
minute her manus slapped loudly against the mattress on either side of
my head. brawniness tensed and stood out on her limb. Her large breasts
brushed my chest in a most titillating way, making me forget my fear for the
moment.

Betty eased her hairgrip on me slightly, enough to allow her to slide
her hip joint 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 footling ... ''

`` I 'm going to have you beef up your own PC muscle, '' Betty said.
'' turn over this your first exercise. ``

Yet she did seem to soften a little, allowing her to move more
quickly. She lowered herself a picayune further, breasts pressing against
me. I could hear her panting softly. `` Exercising the PC muscle ... also
makes my flood tide ... follow 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 better half disappointed. Indeed, I had reached a stop
just before the crest but was held from going over once again by the
egg ring.

Betty leaned down even further, and I felt her weight against me.
Her body was warm, and the hint her her bare skin against mine was
arousing. Her hip angled a bit, her PC muscle loosened slightly, and
she increased the pace. Her breasts ballooned just under my chin ; if I
had angled my capitulum down, I could own touched them with my tongue.

Betty was breathing heavily now. Her vaginal muscle were
repeatedly tightening and loosening. The combination of the oil and her
ample lubrication made my member slideway more easily. Suddenly she
gasped, clutched me tightly, burying her head in my shoulder, hips
working frantically, breath held.

She cried out loudly in my ear, and her whole eubstance shuddered. Her
PC brawn pinched my member sharply near the point, making it shudder a few
times despite the ring. I could feel the throbbing of her orgasm as
rhythmic pulse rate from her vaginal muscles. Finally, she moaned loudly
and went limp, her full weight pressed on top of me, momentarily
forcing the wind from me.

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

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

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

`` /Very/ trade good ! I am move with you, privy. ``

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

`` I could let you cum inside me, '' Betty said. `` I decided a foresighted time
ago I never wanted tyke and had my thermionic valve cut. Would you like that ? ``

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

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

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

I was not at all surprised to notice that Betty also recovered faster
than most cleaning woman and was cook to go again within second. It did not
take her long to begin humping faster and faster, driving herself to
another solid climax 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 penis still firmly clenched in her vagina. She took a few
moments to finish catching her breath. `` Not many the great unwashed know that the
male penis has a majuscule pile of variety in shape. This one is just
rightfield. ``

I had to inquire if this was intentional ; these piddling morale- and
ego-boosting comments now and then, or if it were genuine affection she
was showing for me. Her tenderness was pernicious, but it was there. You
just had to know where to look for it.

She smiled at me, and this time I could definitely sense the
affection. `` You 've been very thoroughly. You deserve another payoff. ``

Betty reached behind her. The outpouring snapped away from my orchis
ring.

She turned, and that crusade alone nearly sent me over. She humped
no more than three times before I started throbbing, spewing my come
inside her. I groaned loudly as her muscles tightened again and seemed
to prolong my orgasm. When it did bug out to wither, she loosened her grip,
but never relinquished it completely even as I started to uprise flaccid.

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

beloved ? I do n't call up I 'd seriously know or understand the emotion
even if I tried. There was something between us, but whether it could
be called `` making love '' in the traditional sense of the word, I was n't sure.
But, really, it did not matter all that much.

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

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

Betty smiled and nodded. `` I know. I 'll hit them. ``

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

`` Should I not be ? ``

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

`` Something amusing ? ``

`` Oh, just that this has to be the kickoff business slip 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 citizenry
do n't understand is that the key a kinship like this is that you
enjoy what is happening to you. ``

I had never stopped to think about that, but as I looked back on
the eventide, she was right. She seemed to be concerned that I would, on
some basic tier at least, bask it.

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


END