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I walked out of the restaurant to obtain that the heat of the
southwestern desert plains had quickly dissipated after sunset. A drear sky
filled with cold pinpricks of light allowed the blanket of furnace-hot
air to rise and disperse. In the dilutant air of the high altitudes,
little of the day 's warmness would be left by dawn, and I would need a
jacket if I wanted to outride out in it. As it was, it was just
comfortable.

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

`` I 'm coming, John. ``

I turned around in fourth dimension to see the restaurant doorway swing closed
behind my dinner-date and traveling companion. She looked mildly
annoyed. `` They had difficulty running my incarnate card through the
machine, '' she said, still holding the credit board in her hand.

`` I could suffer taken forethought of it, Betty, '' I told her gently.

Betty frowned and shook her head after putting the card back in her
wallet and her pocketbook into her purse. `` He got officious signaling. Yours would
have had the Lapp trouble. ``

`` I would take in just used my own and vouchered it. ``

She gave a wafture of dismission. `` No need, it 's been taken caution of. ``

The look of her voice made me suspicious. I had been working on
this project with her for the death three month, and in that meter I
learned a lot about her pose. `` Oh ? And just how did you do that ? ``
I asked, the smirk on my face and tone of entertainment 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 lilliputian matter. Betty was a large womanhood. Not fat. Large.
Nearly six foundation tall, big-boned, matron-bosomed, with black, kink
pilus that surrounded her head like an glory. When she drew herself
straight like that, the term full-figured came to mind.

So did the countersign formidable.

`` I simply used my womanly charms to convert him to use the senior
credit placard swiper, '' she stated regally, sniffing the air.

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

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

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

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

We must get looked the odd yoke. She easily topped six inches over
me. Thin-boned and lean, I normally thought I looked pretty healthy and
fit, but next 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 frog ... ''

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

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

Betty gave one unretentive barking jape. `` Oh, really ? What gave him that
estimate ? ``

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

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

`` Hey, what do I know ? I 'm a software engineer and applied scientist, not public
relations. Why 'd they think they saddled you with me to seduce the
presentation in the first base place ? ``

A breeze blew up as we passed the position of the hotel, bringing a
thick dark tingle. I felt a shiver go through me. Betty did n't
seem to react to it at all. She was like a Brobdingnagian boulder ; it was very
hard to actuate her without a lot of strength, acquisition, and leveraging. I
relied on her for far more than than just remembering names on this line
trip.

`` Oh, I do n't know, '' Betty said, her interpreter a little 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 dominated 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 early side. Rather than
walking to the corner and down the pavement along the contiguous side,
she started down one of the winding paths in the commons. I did n't devil
pointing this out to her. She did nothing without a ground. `` Now how
could he possibly get that idea ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

She shrugged nonchalantly. `` Business is stage business. And sometimes
people have to be told what 's practiced for them. '' She paused a mo, 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 party 'd be loony not to spot it. ``

The conversation fell silent between us for a short while. The park
was largely deserted. It was not terribly late at dark, but this part
of southern UT was not known for its night life. The rest of Mormon State
was n't exactly a social hot spot either.

We did find one other couple in the common. A real couple, not two
citizenry that happened to be side by side to each early. They were seated on a
judiciary in the wickedness 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 doubtful we were really there on a
business stumble. ``

I snorted. `` Well, not every fellowship tries to cut costs like ours, ''
I commented dryly. `` I wonder who 's bright theme it was to have us
drive back from Arizona to Denver instead of going back by air. ``

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

That was the first fourth dimension I had heard her express any kind of
personal feelings towards me. I had naturally assumed that we were
getting alone well simply from want of evidence to the contrary. Betty
was very full at letting you know when you were doing something to
annoy her, but retard to mention when you 're doing something nice. `` Thank
you, '' I said. `` The feeling is definitely mutual. Although I 'll be glad
to be back. ``

I made that statement automatically, without any thought behind it.
If I were pressed to pay a reason for why I had said it, I would ingest
to say that it was expected in a conversation like this. Everybody is
glad to be back from a job trip.

`` Have somebody to go back to ? ``

The motion surprised me enough that my mind refused to parse it
at first. `` Come again ? ``

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

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

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

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

I had hoped she would allow for it at that, but trying to get Betty to
stop doing something was like trying to halt a slug with a man of
tissue newspaper. `` Dating anyone ? ``

`` Been too busy, I suppose, '' I replied. I hoped she would usurp I
meant the metre we were on this labor and pull up stakes it at that. Truth be
told, I did not have much of a social life sentence, especially with the
opposite sex. I had worry relating to charwoman. Betty was easy because
she was a business concern cooperator, and because she /was/ so redoubtable that I
would give birth been far too intimidated to even seek anything with her.
All women intimidated me to a point, but Betty topped the list, at
least where Romance language was concerned. Thus it never became an government issue in our
partnership.

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

I caught a note of longing in her tone 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 date all that much. At least ... not in
the traditional common sense. ``

`` Oh ? ``

She was silent for a few import as we passed a couple holding
hands walking the early way. The subdued roar of running water drifted to
us as the path took us close down to the brook 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 dominate. ``

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

Betty snickered. `` Yeah, but too much so, sometimes. It 's substantial heavy
when nigh of them wo n't even approach you. ``

`` Catch twenty-two ? ``

She sighed. `` In spades. ``

We were quiet for some meter after that, the silence broken only by
the phone of the Creek. I felt bad that I might experience made her
depressed, even though it was her that brought up the issue in the
first place. I looked at her, but her face betrayed nothing. It held
the Lapp hard look that she always carried when dealing with business
matters. I felt it in force not to say anything. Nothing I could birth said
would give helped matters.

We continued along the side of the creek until the creek took a
precipitous turn away from the path, and the silence returned. I happened to
bet back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my incline. The
yellow-tinted light briefly illuminated her leg before my shadower fell
over them. Like the eternal rest of her, they appeared large and formidable.
Again, not fat ; they were simply in symmetry to the relaxation of her. They
were still clad in the dim stockings she had worn at the end of the
conference earlier that day.

With the pressure of the labor deadline gone, I was starting to
see Betty in a different light. On the unit, when one got past her
enceinte height and aura of unapproachability, she was actually fairly
attractive. If thing were dissimilar - if I were more comfortable with
womanhood outside of a professional place 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 yesteryear few
months. But what to say to her now ? There was no sense in talking about
business matters now. That really left only one alternative, despite
the fact that it might be a topic she did n't really want to follow up on
anymore. What 's regretful, I now had a burning at the stake curiosity about something
that could sprain out to be rather personal.

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

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

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

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

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

Now that enigmatic smile of hers crossed her side, the kind of
smile that could make people cringe. Sometimes it even made me nervous.
'' What do /you/ call up it means, John ? ``

I had n't expected her to put the Lucille Ball back in my motor inn. Now I knew
a little of how that Berkshire character felt. `` I guess it could stand for
lots of things, '' I said. `` Could just mean you like to top during a
dance. ``

`` I do n't trip the light fantastic toe. Try again. ``

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

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

It was too lately when I realized what I had gotten myself into.
Which was stupid, because I had in the backrest of my mind the idea that
this may indeed be the example with her. `` There 's really only one thing
left, '' I said with a bit of a unaccented grin.

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

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

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

I should have expected that. `` Sure. ``

`` Do you particular date at all ? ``

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

`` Why ? ``

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

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

I paused a second to come up the decent words and failed. `` Different. ``

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

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

There was another bout of lull between us, but not complete
secretiveness. We were reaching the other side of the green, and I could hear
traffic from the street that ran between the parking area and the hotel.

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

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

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

`` How 'd you manage that ? ``

`` What 's the big hatful ? alcohol 's not illegal in UT, they just
baffle it more here. Restaurants have to have a particular state license
for it, and many do n't get to. You just looked annoyed earlier when you
found you could n't get a drink at dinner. ``

I considered. I knew that she might get had another motivating in
mind. Perhaps she was indeed feeling a minuscule lonely. In a way, I
suppose we were kindred spirits. Neither one of us could link up to the
opposite sex in a convention way. I had to accept that the melodic theme of some
female society, even just for a nightcap, was an appealing idea.
Not to mention being able to get off the Utah government-imposed wagon.
'' What have you got ? ``

`` Just a belittled bottle of some good wine-coloured. cypher really hard. '' She
gave a half-smile.

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

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

`` commodity. You wo n't repent it. ``

And then she gave me another enigmatic smile.

Betty 's room was standardized to mine. It was just as spacious, as she
had used her born `` negotiating skills '' to batten down us two of the
better rooms 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 board and presented it
to me. I automatically took it into my script. It was Lambrusco, a
relatively inexpensive mild Italian vino. It was quite beneficial ; in fact,
it happened to be one of my favorites.

`` Very good pick, '' I said, and tried to script the bottle back to
her.

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

She dashed away before I could react, heading into the lavatory
with her purse still slung over one articulatio humeri. As I set the bottle down
on the nightstand, I heard the bathroom door swing closed behind her. I
thought goose egg more of it. I simply assumed that she had to use the
bathroom.

I opened the feeding bottle and took a seat on the sofa just as Betty
emerged from the bathroom carrying two styrofoam cup. She was no
longer carrying her bag, and somewhere in the book binding of my head it
registered that I did not pick up the toilet flush.

She reached the bottleful in several farseeing step, as if some sensory faculty of
urgency was dogging her steps. I had been about to stand and pour the
wine for her, but I decided it was best to let her run the show. I
admitted to being mystified at her sudden fit of chroma, 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 pace, she brought the
cup over to the lounge, handing one to me and sitting down on the
cushion next to mine.

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

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

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

I could definitely drink to that. I touched her cup with mine, and
the two of us took a farsighted drag at the wine. Betty watched me over the
rim of her cup with oculus that had a sense of anticipation to them.

By now, I had a wispy feeling that something was not quite right,
but I was not able to put together all the elusive clues to figure out
what was going on. Perhaps Betty was simply More dire for
companionship than I had thought. I had the brief, wild thought that
she was hoping I was going to make some sorting of betterment. It only took a
moment to bring in that was ridiculous. From what she had told me, it
was her that made the advance, and there was no clear sign she intended
to do such a thing. She had to know I would turn her down in any case.

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

I nodded. `` I 've had this wine before, '' I said. But as my tongue
shifted in my rima oris, I caught a very syncope, acidic tang. I took another
sip of the vino, let it lollygag for a few minute, and swallowed. There
it was again.

Betty had been about to take a sip herself when she stopped and
raised her eyebrows. `` 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-coloured 's just very slightly acid, '' I told her. `` I 've had that
happen if the wine gets too warmly. ``

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

I shook my principal. `` Not a big spate. It 's still a good wine. '' To examine
my point, I took another long sip.

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

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

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

`` Now that 's an exception. You always make an exception for a goodness
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 hark back that you did. ``

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

It was something of a relief to hear her say that. I had had
similar thoughts, though almost likely for unlike reasons. To me,
engineers and client support never mixed. They could n't ; their agendas,
their focus, was just too different.

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

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

`` Oh ? ``

`` business sector is a small different. I 'm naturally aggressive in the
corporal humankind, but as for actual domination, I tend to apply that
strictly to matter of sex. ``

I had finished about half the cup of wine already. I found it sluttish
to toast fast when I was talking with person at the same fourth dimension, as I
tended to focalize on the conversation and bar my drinking to
autopilot. I was feeling a piddling flushed, like the roue was rushing
to my header. I did not think I had had enough to make me feel 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 signified of wispy discomfort below the waist and shifted in
my seat automatically to fix it. `` I apologize for asking you such a
sensitive query in the first place, '' I said, still having a sense
that I needed to atone for pursuing the topic.

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

`` fountainhead, yes, but you did n't give to. I mean ... the fact that you
do n't ... well, get a great deal chance ... ''

I trailed off, realizing that I was only making things worse. I
sighed and took a foresighted 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 respect, '' Betty said. `` I 'm
going to rectify that trouble quite soon. ``

As I downed the last of the wine, I was fully aware that something
was indeed amiss. I shifted in my behind as that sense of discomfort and
tightness came over me. Things moved in just the mighty way to alert me
to just what the problem was. For the past few minutes I had been very
slowly gaining an erection, and the way I had moved in my seat released
the pressure level enough to allow it to discharge its elaboration, a longsighted, strong
gibbosity in the crotch of my pants.

I was so surprised at the realization that I said nothing 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 nothing inherently
erotic being said. Sex was not even really on my mind that evening.

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

Did she know already ? My trouser were fairly dusky-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 elbow room. ``

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

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

Yet instead, if anything, it seemed to get harder. I could feel the
pulse of my flash in the peter where it pressed against my skin.
Generally it took a great stack of arousal to get me that way.

`` Are you uncomfortable ? '' Betty asked.

`` No, not really. ``

`` That 's surprising. to the highest degree men would if they were that stiff. ``

It took a moment for my brain to conceive that it had actually heard
her say that. I briefly entertained the notion that she meant something
else and was teasing me by using language like that, but the flavor on
her face 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 last of her vino and put the cup aside. She
gave me that smile again. `` I know. But I was. ``

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

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

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

`` Then you 'll have that erecting for the next eight hours. ``

`` That makes even less gumption. No one can let an erection for that
long ! ``

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

I stared at her for a few second gear. Finally I managed to put it all
together. Closing the door of the bathroom ; no crapper flush ; her rush
to pour 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, '' I said stonily.

`` Just an erection enhancer, '' Betty explained, grinning.

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

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

`` How can you say that ? '' I said in a rising scare. `` An eight hour
hard-on is sufficiency to cause ... p-permanent harm. ``

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

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

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 give your shaft sufficiency of a residuum to
avoid hurt. ``

I rose to my metrical unit. The cotton of my briefs rubbed the underside of
my shaft in a provocative way. `` Then I 'll yield to my room and ...
take care of that. ``

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

I knew what the powerful matter to do was. The rectify matter was to result
her hotel way immediately and question straight over to the hospital. As
embarrassing as it might be, it was what I should do. And then call the
constabulary and report card Betty for what she had done to me.

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

`` I only had the two anovulatory drug with me that I gave you, '' Betty said in a
pragmatical vox. `` And I 'm not telling you the public figure of the drug.
The infirmary wo n't be able-bodied to care for you without knowing which drug it
was. And it could take an hour or two to screen you, Thomas More if they have to
post out to a lab, which they probably would in a rinky-dink short
townsfolk like this. ``

I turned back to her. I looked at her, with her self-assured,
relaxed stead on the couch, and that smile that could air shivers
down the spine of even the solid and most willful man. I tried to
summon up hatred for her, or angriness, but neither was quick to get along to
me. `` So that was the all role of inviting me for a drink ? '' I
asked. `` To make me have sex with you ? ``

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

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

`` I dominate the men in my spirit, '' she said. `` I intimidate them, I
control them. You 're intimidated by womanhood when you try to approach them
as an match. 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 give-and-take,
she began to undress.

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

Her doll slipped off her wide, round of drinks hips. Her stockings came to
midway up her thighs, where a garter belt held them up. Her panties
were a modest triangle over her crotch.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts rolled out of
her cups, each movement of her body causing them to ripple. The nipples
were quite expectant and prominent, standing out erect, the darker skin
around them slightly puckered.

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

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

Now completely naked, she stood right on in front end of me. `` Tell me,
John, '' she said softly. `` Do you intend 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 hold been by then. She was stunning. I would never accept
imagined that such a magnificent body lie beneath her business organisation suits.
Her body completely redefined looker. No fashion model could be built
like her and expect to have a career. But then no fashion model could
boast 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 touch her, if for no early reason that to gain trusted she
was really. I could have. It would take in been a simply issue to just
raise my hand and lieu it on her hip, or cup one of her breasts, or
caress her ass, or slide it between her legs.

But I could not fetch myself to do it.

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

I shook my head.

`` Do you lie with why ? ``

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

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

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

`` Do you feel ashamed ? ``

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

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

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

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

`` What do you need me to do ? ``

`` In cosmopolitan, anything I tell you to, '' she replied firmly. `` mightily
now, I want you to subscribe off your wearing apparel while I fetch a few affair. ``

I complied. I took off my pants and legal brief first, to relieve the
intense pressure level there. My cock sprang out thicker and harder than I
ever remembered it being. It was also slightly purplish in coloring material, like
when I occasionally wear a set around my scrotum to temporarily
enhance my erection.

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

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

`` When I dominate, I do so totally, '' she explained. `` Physically and
emotionally. '' She came up to me, glancing down at my phallus, which moved
each time my heart beat. She smiled. `` It 's always the smooth, shy men
that have the courteous cocks. ``

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

`` Impatient to initiate ? ``

`` You might say that. ``

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

I complied. She took one of my wrists in a very strong bag and
snapped one handcuff closed around it with the metallic zipper-like
phone of the lock finding its besotted fit. She did the same with my
early carpus. I noticed something odd, however, when she let go of me.
There was a lot more turn in the chain 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 opening. For a
present moment I panicked and thought she was about to gag me, but it
turned out to be a collar of some sort. Then she pulled on the chain on
the handcuffs, forcing me to swipe my wrist and bend my arms until they
were halfway up my back. Something tugged on the back of my collar,
pressing it against my throat. The pressure increased when she let go.
She had attached something between the back of the arrest and the
handcuffs.

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

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

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

`` You could have resisted me at any 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 set to commence. There 's just a few
more preparations. Stand at the infantry of the bed, your vertebral column towards the
bed. ``

`` What are you going to do ? ``

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

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

`` spread your pegleg 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 Sami moderate but steadfast flavor she had been. Yet
it could not experience been more effective if she had screamed it at the top
of her lungs.

From her satchel she retrieved two leather strap with warp and
thick corduroy 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 slope, pulling it
taut. As she did this, she pulled my legs a lilliputian further apart so
that now I could persist standing only if I continued to remain firm erect.

Betty was not yet done with me. She came over with several organization
rings, varying in size from two to three inches in diameter. Each had a
flexible joint so that it opened on the opposite slope, where a grip could hold open
it closed. A thin strand also lay in her hand.

She took one of the rings and carefully fit it around my testicles.
I felt a small shudder go though me at her touch, however non-sexual it
was right now. She tried out a second and then a third one, looking for
the rightfulness fit. Finally she selected on, slipped one end connexion of the
mountain chain onto it, and closed it tightly around my testicles, the chain
hanging down about six in beneath my scrotum.

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

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

`` Oh, but this is what will assist in making your orgasms most
spectacular, '' she said as she held the lead weight in her palm before
me. `` give up me to demonstrate. ``

It was then that I truly felt how lost I was. I could only
watch as she carefully hooked the weight to the loose end of the chain.
She slowly let her hired hand cliff, and the weighting tugged unmercifully on the
ring. I winced, expecting to feel as if she had just kicked me in the
bollock. Instead, it stopped just short-circuit of that. I felt like my testicles
were about to pull detached from my consistency, but the pressing on them, and the
angle at which it was applied, was not enough to bruise them.

`` Can you feel how your egg are pulled away from your physical structure ? '' Betty
asked.

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

`` You see, when you get close to climax, your torso tries to pull
your testicles towards your body. If it ca n't get them close enough,
you ca n't orgasm. And the foresighted it takes you to get to orgasm, the
more than spectacular it is. '' She smiled evilly. `` Perhaps you need Sir Thomas More of a
manifestation. ``

She stood off to the side of meat. Her hired hand reached down and pressed my
penis against my belly. I moaned softly at her touch, realizing how
practically I had been craving it from the start. She used two fingers to
vigorously provoke me right at the most spiritualist dapple about a 3rd
the way down the putz from the head. I normally did not deal for this
kind of handwriting job ; it was over with too quickly. I felt myself rise very
quickly to climax.

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

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

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

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

`` You would care me to make 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 enactment. I knew and she knew
that this was the point of no return. I had let myself be manipulated
by her, placed in a berth that rendered me physically helpless. Yet
this was not the same as submissiveness. For that, I had to surrender
any shoemaker's last bit of will or defiance that I had in me.

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

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

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

`` Yes ... ''

`` Say it. ``

I swallowed. I felt the heating rising to my cheeks, but I was beyond
caring. `` Y-you control my orgasms. ``

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

`` You own my prick. ``

`` And since I own it, '' she said in a voiced interpreter. She stopped
stimulating me, letting my penis drop cloth until it was standing consecutive
out from my consistency. Her finger caressed my egg, the tegument taut from
the tug of the weight. She reached down and grasped the strand, pulling
on it so that I no longer felt the pull. `` I 'm not obligated to make you
cum when you want. I 'll realise you cum when /I/ want. ``

At no distributor point in my life had I been so desperate to have my member
touched. A illuminate touch for just a few seconds would have been enough to
air me over at that instant. The realization hit me strong who was in
ascendancy 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, King John, what I meant ? '' she asked. `` Do you see that this is how you
were meant to touch to adult female ? ``

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

`` No need. You already have. ``

She let the mountain chain slip from her finger and the weight tug at my
testicles again. I glanced down at them. They looked swollen, as if the
repeated arousal of my member had caused some variety of championship in
them. It was probably my imagination.

Betty passed out of my aspect briefly, and I heard he in the satchel
again. She returned with something that looked like a small charge plate 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
straps were also attached to the egg.

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

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

`` You do n't suffer a alternative, '' Betty said. `` You /will/ get it, and
you 'll take it for as longsighted as I want. In the meanwhile, you 're to please
me. ``

She picked up the footrest that sat next to the dresser and placed
it in front man of me. She stepped onto it, and all at once my sentiment was
filled with her monumental tit. I could smell a faint aroma from her
skin, a combination of her aroma and sudor. The pap on
each knocker were even more prominent than before, standing at least a
half-inch erect.

For a moment, my predicament was forgotten. She grabbed the hair in
the backrest of my head and pushed her left breast into my side. I could n't
breathe for a few seconds, until my mouth found her nipple and my lip
closed around it. She then relented enough for me to draw in breath
through my nose.

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

I felt her suitcase tighten on my pilus. `` Suck it, '' she demanded in a
Eskimo dog voice.

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

Betty drew in her breathing place 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 have realized from the starting what she wanted. She did
nada halfway. She experienced everything to the extreme. Despite her
desire to overshadow 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
time, I let my bare teeth just lightly catch it. With a quickly twitch of
my jaw, I gave her a small bite.

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

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

Finally, heaving, Betty pulled away and stepped off the pot. `` My
god that was effective, '' she said.

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

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

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

`` Which means ? ``

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

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

I had thought that it meant she was going to simply lift the weight
and let me climax. Instead, she turned off the vibrator - which was
something of a small relief in its own right - and removed it from my
phallus. 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 spit in my life ! It moved in ways
around my penis that I did not consider were anatomically potential. I did
not expect Betty to even desire to do this, since it 's generally seen
as a eccentric of entry to the male person, especially in this locating. Yet
when I thought about it, it made sensation ; she was doing it completely by
her own option, and not mine. I had no option other than to take on it.

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

The first throb were so acute they seemed to pass up into my
belly, and I felt a slight pang of pain in the neck in my PC muscularity with each
throb. Betty pressed her finger's breadth hard in a stain just short of my anus,
and I nearly fell over from the chroma of the fit of my
prostate gland. I felt myself shoot load after warhead of cum into Betty 's
mouth, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Each sentence, just before
she drew back to swallow, her mouth clamped around my penis hard,
coaxing it to yield up more.

It was the tenacious and most intense coming 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 s to overhear my intimation. Every brawniness in my body
seemed to languish. `` undecomposed nobleman, yes, '' I cried. `` I never had anything like
that before. ``

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

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

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

Betty gave me an malevolent grin. `` The drug I gave you is still in your
scheme. 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 phallus appeared to suffer 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 cruel, '' Betty said, lifting my head
by the Kuki so I was looking into her eyes. The contained a pity
tempered by shenanigan. `` I will free you, except for your
handcuffs, so you can stretch a bit. ``

Betty released the handlock around my mortise joint and removed the collar
and connecting chain to my handcuff. My wooden leg screamed in pain when I
tried to move them at first, having stiffened from being locked in
position for so long. My weapon also hurt when I unbent them as much as
the handcuff would allow, which was enough to elongate the muscles a
bit since there was some maneuver in the range of mountains connecting the cuffs.

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

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

`` We 'll need to wait a piffling bit before you 're ready to respond
again, '' Betty said. She sat down on the sharpness of the bed and spread her
legs across-the-board. As I had noticed before, her crotch was completely hairless,
not even so often as stubble present tense. The labia were perfectly formed,
and as she spread herself, I could clearly see her glistening clitoris,
swollen and extended, with child on her than on almost women, which seemed to
be very apropos for her. `` In the meantime, I have another way in which
you can delight me. ejaculate here. ``

I crossed over to her, and found that I was eager to hold her in
what I know she wanted me to do. As I knelt between her legs, she
grabbed my hair and forced me to await up at her. `` Just like with my
knocker, I want you to be belligerent, '' 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 aught but your tongue for this. In
fact, get used to this now. You will never adjoin me with your hands.
Only your tongue and lips, and - if you 're well - maybe your cock as
well. ``

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

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

I responded by thrusting my natural language into her vagina as far as it
would go. When I slid it over her clitoris again, it carried a loggerheaded
coat of her fluids. She pressed my face into her hummock more firmly,
causing her fluids to smear over my lip and nose. The strong olfactory property of
her sex filled my nostril, overwhelming my senses.

Despite how much is written about it, it is actually quite
difficult to film a char 's clit into the backtalk. Most are simply
not prominent enough, or do not bug out enough. Betty 's, however, was
different. I could take it between my lips and breastfeed it into my sass
and playing period with it with the tip of my natural language, all of which brought
approving from Betty in the form of recondite groan 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 intend that it was because my performance had
been lackluster, which had only served to make water dealing with charwoman
harder. But perhaps I simple had not met the rectify woman.

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

Her whole eubstance seemed to slash, and her legs threatened to clamp
around my chief. And like with everything else, she did not experience
her sexual climax halfway, either. Her entire consistency rocked with her throbs,
which I could feel as palpable muscle contraction in her vagina. I teased her
button lightly through her climax, which made her shudder again.

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

I was almost as proud of as she was. I had never been told that I
had satisfied a woman so well. `` I am sword lily you found me satisfactory, '' I
said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` I want you to know that I do n't usually lock like that, '' Betty
explained. `` But when I met you, and got to know you, I knew too soon 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 decent woman ? ``

It was weird that I had only been thinking that myself just a
little while ago. But then the other implications of what she had said
came to me. `` Wait a instant ... 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 glance. `` But this is the number one time
I did it on the sly. I did n't require to take a chance rejection. ``

She meant it. For all her aggressiveness and shotgun approach to
romanticism and sex, I could see in her brass that she would have been very
distress if I had turned her down.

`` Many hoi polloi think that because I do this I do n't like, '' Betty said
in a softer interpreter. `` I do. Just in a unlike way. ``

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

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

I was n't sure how to reply 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 make relationships with cleaning lady on
a degree that just does n't do work for you. I want you with a woman that
will appreciate you. ``

I had never known her able of such softheartedness. It was making it
difficult to say `` no ''. I was n't so sure that /I /wanted to say `` no ''.
And 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, thralldom, kept just short
of coming until you go nuts, and punishments when you fail to please
me, then the solvent is 'yes', more nighttime like this. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

It very nearly made me lose my spunk. `` Yes, that 's right, '' I told
her. `` You do n't own it. You do n't command 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 learner. It looks like
I 'll need to use some potent method. ``

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



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

I do n't recognise how she had done it, but she had managed to convert
the room access of the water closet into a torture device. I hung upside down with
my dorsum against the room access, my legs gap, each ankle joint wrapped in duncish
leather simpleness. Wide straps attached to them ran over the top of
the room access and were secured somehow on the other side, holding me with
the top of my head inch from the floor. The metal ring was clamped
around my testicles once again, its Chain also disappearing over the
top of the door and secured so that it was as taut as when the exercising weight
were on it ( which made me trust that the shoulder strap on my ankles did not
prisonbreak ! ).

But this was not the bad 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 natural rubber tube
had been attached to my genitalia such that the school principal of my penis was
snugly inside it. The former end of the subway system was in my sassing, attached
to a ring gag that kept my oral cavity forced out-of-doors. The thermionic tube, though
pliant, had been cut to just the right size so that it was pulled
straight.

The most awful thing about this is that it took her no more than
a half hr to set up.

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

She reached around the rachis of the door, still watching me. I felt
her tweak the chain that was attached to my testicle ring, feeling its
tug against my crotch. For an split second I thought she had sent me
over, for my penis throbbed once, and I braced myself. But null came
down the vacuum tube into my mouth.

`` You have a selection, '' Betty said. `` I can expel the chain, 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
nates of my exit foot with a recession of the ruler, making me squirm.
When this only served to mess up with the latent hostility on the strand, allowing
my penis to give another half-throb, I relented. `` Or I can demonstrate you how
using the infantry instead of the ass is a far more effective anatomy of
spanking. ``

I groaned. With the apparatus in my oral cavity I could not break her a
coherent response. This gave new meaning to the countersign `` caught between a
rock and a hard post ''.

Betty suddenly gave the egg of my leave alone foot a smack with the matt
of the ruler, giving resounding crack and causing a brief flare of
pain sensation. The burn adept lingered for a few moment before fading.
'' Think you could stomach that ? ``

I tried to nod as much as I could.

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

I shook my head.

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

I nodded again.

`` How about twenty ? ``

I nodded.

`` 30 ? ``

Betty wielded the rule and delivered ten quick blows to the bed
of my left-hand foot, about twice as hard as her 1st strike. My soundbox
jerked, causing the chain to commit More at my testis this time rather
than less. For a abbreviated present moment I was sure 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 palm thirty ? ``

I swallowed and nodded, my centre racing.

She grinned. `` How about fifty ? ``

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

She struck the bottom of my groundwork with the ruler ten more fourth dimension. She
did not do them as quickly this sentence, but she used more force play. When she
was done, the tail of my groundwork felt raw and tender, and it hurt even
just to wiggle my toes.

In the emotional Benjamin Rush that had accompanied the musical theme of having a
farsighted terminus relationship with a woman, something that I had only dreamed
of before this, I had forgotten that Betty had the capability to be
cruel. After all, she did skid me an essentially life-threatening drug. I
believe her when she says she really did not want to smart 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 understructure is an amazing thing, really, '' Betty said. She traced the
sharpness of the swayer down the underside of my animal foot, which still tickled
despite the pain in the neck. `` It feels so much worse than it is. The cutis is
barely even red. ``

She pressed the corner of the swayer into the flesh at a sensitive
compass point, pain in the ass flaring. I groaned.

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

I looked at the apparatus around my phallus warily. Despite the fact
that the ring and chain held my testicle as tightly as it had a few
present moment before, I felt like I was edging nearer to climax. It was as
excruciating a feeling as before. character of me wanted desperately the
moderation of orgasm. nearly of me, however, did not require to deal with the
consequences.

Looking at it logically, my reluctance made no gumption. It would not
hurt me. It would not make me sickish, 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 finger bust trickling out of
the box of my eye.

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

I do n't know why, but I believed her. I believed her assurances
that all I had to do was be a good boy and I would not be punished like
this. I could not decide whether this was because I was so desperate
for female companionship or whether I really got a good sense for her
satin flower. By all right wing I should not have believed her so easily ; she
appeared to relish doing this too very much to desire to do it so infrequently.

She tickled the nates of my animal foot again. `` twenty dollar bill more than ? ``

I nodded and squeezed my eyes tightly shut in anticipation.

When zippo happened after a few moments, I opened them again.

`` You probably ought to screw something, '' Betty said. `` After I 'm done
with this foot, I intend to repeat the Saami 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
guarantee I would void it anyway ! Sadistic did not even start to
describe it.

I gave her a beseeching looking at, hoping she would see it as it was
intended, as a plea for mercy.

The expression on Betty 's brass changed subtly. She looked
thoughtful for a few seconds, then reached behind the door. I held my
breath. There was a click, and the vibrator fell silent.

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

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

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

I swallowed again, which brought a brief twinge of nuisance, as it had
dried out from my mouth having been kept opened for some time. She wanted
an good answer from me. This did not sound like a laugh or function of the
penalisation. 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 prevalent do not cater to such requests from their
submissives. `` Very seriously, '' I told her.

`` Even after seeing how bad penalization 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 voguish 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 get to
think you believe that. I ... I really think this could work out, but I
have to feature 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 suspiration escaped from Betty 's sassing. `` I will
release you from penalty, '' she said. After a faltering she added,
'' And I will give you the antidote for the drug. ``

She had it all along ! I should stimulate been angry 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 smile widened. `` I finish the penalty by having you eat
your cum. ``

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

`` I always am serious, John. You 'd best remember that. Consider it
trial impression of your commitment. ``

`` 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 rules :

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

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

`` principle three : You obey me without enquiry. 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 sexual climax that any man could ever
aspiration of enjoying. I 've only shown you a very small number of fashion. And
a solemn promise that I intend to show you how a lot I appreciate you,
and that I will never penalise you without damn good grounds. ``

On one level, I knew I was a fool for believing her so easily. I
had not known her long enough to establish that kind of combine. Yet at
the Lapplander clock time, there was something about her, something about what I
felt when I looked into her optic. Those eyes held a tenderness in sharp
contrast to the eternal sleep of her. She needed me as much as I felt I needed
her.

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

`` I agree, '' I told her.

The words were barely out of my mouth when Betty was strapping the
ring gag on again. I opened my mouth to accommodate it, even as my
tenderness started racing. She stood, and her facial expression 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 penis did not withdraw long to build back up to
where it was before. The string 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 tinge it yourself. That is why I
will always use the drug to feed you erecting 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 bridge player dropped away from
the door. `` Which means I can leave you like this for a petty while
longer. I can foresee your climax as long as I like, if it pleases
me. Would you care me to do that, John ? ``

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

This time, however, she had no fellow feeling for me. `` What you want,
however, is irrelevant in this thing. But more than I want to see you
suffer from a denied climax, I want to see what happens when you cum. ``
Her arm moved so abruptly, I was not sure at first what she was doing,
but the following second, all the tension in the chain attached to the
testicle halo was gone.

My penis exploded into an coming as intense as the cobbler's last. several
large warm globs dropped squarely into my mouth and onto my clapper, and
the sharp olfactory property filled my nostrils when I exhaled, making my abdomen
churn. I tried to swallow to get the stuff out of my sass, but my
throat had dried too much, and it was tough to swallow effectively with
my mouth forced open.

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

Betty waited until the last of my orgasm had faded and my penis
started to soften, a short degraded than before. She knelt by my head
again and placed her fingers on the strap holding my ringing gag. `` When I
take out this, '' she said, `` You 're to keep open your back talk shut, and when you
can, get down every drib in your mouth. You 're not to spatter any of it
out, or I punish you again. Do you translate ? ``

I reluctantly nodded. She removed the gag. I tried to unsay
immediately to get it over with and nearly choked. I managed to mute
a cough without spitting, and tried again. It felt a little slimy in my
lip, which set my tummy churning again. Finally, however, I got
virtually of it down, but there was a lingering aftertaste and stickiness.

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

It was a slow, lingering kiss. Very briefly her spit 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 sassing. `` Mmmm. Too bad
it does n't taste as full 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 thing ? ``

I slowly grinned. `` You own my cock, and you have everlasting control
over it. ``

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



`` Many men, Saint 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-class honours degree. Attached to the end of the chain of my orchis annulus was a
high-tension leap, the other end of which was wrapped around the same
bedpost to which my ankles were tied.

Betty straddled my rosehip, the herculean brawniness in her pegleg squeezing
my consistence briefly in a display of intensity level. My penis ached from what it had
endured that even, yet I had another firm erection which glistened
from the liberal quantity 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 nada but calm.

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

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

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

`` I would not dream of it. ``

Betty angled her articulatio coxae down and angle forward. I felt my penis
start to penetrate her as she slowly slid backwards. I moaned softly as
I felt it encounter a evenhandedly amount of electric resistance as it entered. This
amount of tightfistedness in her snatch could not have been natural.

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

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

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

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

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

She did not let it withdraw completely. She lowered herself, eased
her suitcase enough to pull me inside her, then clamped tightly around it
again.

`` Good noble ... '' I muttered.

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

Without warned, she started to fall down forward. I was certainly she was
going to injure me by landing right on top of me, but at the live
minute her hands slapped loudly against the mattress on either slope of
my header. Muscles tensed and stood out on her arms. Her large breasts
brushed my breast in a most erotic way, making me bury my fear for the
moment.

Betty eased her handle on me slightly, enough to allow her to slide
her coxa back and Forth. Nevertheless, each time she slid forward, she
tightened her musculus and pulled hard at my penis until it hurt.

`` Oh my god ... '' I cried. `` Please, facilitate up a little ... ''

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

Yet she did seem to relent a little, allowing her to move more
quickly. She lowered herself a little further, breasts pressing against
me. I could hear her panting softly. `` Exercising the PC muscle ... also
makes my sexual climax ... occur Sooner, '' she said in a breathless voice.

I felt myself building quickly to orgasm as well. The job I
always had with relation was it made me get there too soon, leaving
me satisfied and my mate disappointed. Indeed, I had reached a point
just before the crest but was held from going over once again by the
orchis ring.

Betty leaned down even further, and I felt her weight unit against me.
Her physical structure was lovesome, and the touch her her bare peel against mine was
arousing. Her rose hip angled a bit, her PC muscle loosened slightly, and
she increased the pace. Her knocker ballooned just under my chin ; if I
had angled my head down, I could possess 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
plentiful lubrication made my penis slide more easily. Suddenly she
gasped, clutched me tightly, burying her pass in my shoulder, pelvis
working frantically, breather held.

She cried out loudly in my ear, and her all consistency shuddered. Her
PC muscle pinched my penis sharply near the principal, making it pulsate a few
multiplication despite the ring. I could sense the pounding of her orgasm as
rhythmic beat from her vaginal muscles. Finally, she moaned loudly
and went limp, her full weight pressed on top of me, momentarily
forcing the idle words from me.

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

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

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

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

I managed a weak smile. `` You said yourself I was a fast prentice. ``

`` I could let you cum inside me, '' Betty said. `` I decided a yearn time
ago I never wanted kid and had my tubes cut. Would you like that ? ``

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

`` That 's right, it 's mine. And I choose to use it to delight myself a
few more times before I give you relief. ``

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

I was not at all surprised to find that Betty also recovered faster
than most charwoman and was cook to go again within minutes. It did not
take her long to begin humping faster and faster, driving herself to
another firm orgasm that left her sweaty and panting, and my penis
aching and desperate for relief.

`` You continue to ... surprise me, '' Betty said as she raised herself
upright piano, my penis still firmly clenched in her vagina. She took a few
moments to end catching her breathing space. `` Not many people know that the
male phallus has a great deal of variety in shape. This one is just
right. ``

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

She smiled at me, and this clip I could definitely sense the
philia. `` You 've been very right. You deserve another reward. ``

Betty reached behind her. The saltation snapped away from my bollock
ring.

She turned, and that apparent motion alone nearly sent me over. She humped
no more than three times before I started throbbing, spewing my source
inside her. I groaned loudly as her muscles tightened again and seemed
to keep up my sexual climax. When it did take off to melt, she loosened her bag,
but never relinquished it completely even as I started to produce flaccid.

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

dear ? I do n't recollect I 'd seriously know or empathise the emotion
even if I tried. There was something between us, but whether it could
be called `` love '' in the traditional good 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 ease up the antidote to clear
out what 's left of the drug in your arrangement and we can get some sleep. ``

The idea of sleep reminded me how bore I was going to be once the
adrenaline rush had worn off completely. `` I do n't think I 'll be able to
rest in constraint, '' I said gently.

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

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

`` Should I not be ? ``

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

`` Something amusing ? ``

`` Oh, just that this has to be the first job trip-up 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 people
do n't understand is that the key a relationship like this is that you
enjoy what is happening to you. ``

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

`` In that typeface, '' I said. `` I have a smell that this is going to
go out just fine. ``


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