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I walked out of the eatery to come up that the heat of the
south-west desert plains had quickly dissipated after sunset. A drear sky
filled with frigidness pinpricks of brightness allowed the blanket of furnace-hot
air to rise and disperse. In the thinner air of the high altitudes,
little of the day 's heat would be left by dayspring, and I would need a
cap if I wanted to stay 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, privy. ``

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

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

Betty frowned and shook her straits after putting the card back in her
wallet and her wallet into her purse. `` He got busy signal. Yours would
have had the same trouble. ``

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

She gave a wave of liberation. `` No need, it 's been taken guardianship of. ``

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

Sure enough, she gave me an enigmatic smile and drew herself erect.
This was no petty thing. Betty was a bombastic charwoman. Not fat. Large.
Nearly six feet marvellous, big-boned, matron-bosomed, with total darkness, kink up
hair's-breadth that surrounded her head like an aura. When she drew herself
straight like that, the term full-figured came to mind.

So did the word formidable.

`` I simply used my womanly spell to convince him to use the former
credit entry board 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 wimp. ``

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

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

We must make looked the odd dyad. She easily topped six inches over
me. Thin-boned and list, I normally thought I looked pretty healthy and
fit, but next to her I was positively skinny. It had led to some
humorous moments during the conference. `` Hey, Betty, did I tell you
what, um, what 's his figure, the one that looked like a frog ... ''

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

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

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

`` That 's what I asked him. He made some embarrassed noises and said
something about antonym attract and went off. Have to intromit, 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 programmer and engine driver, not public
relative. Why 'd they think they saddled you with me to make the
introduction in the first place ? ``

A gentle wind blew up as we passed the side of the hotel, bringing a
profoundly nighttime frisson. I felt a thrill go through me. Betty did n't
seem to react to it at all. She was like a huge boulder ; it was very
hard to move her without a lot of strength, accomplishment, and leverage. I
relied on her for far More than just remembering names on this line of work
trip.

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

I looked at her. She smiled. From her that was a Brobdingnagian 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 wife. ``

Betty laughed, sounding loud as it echoed across the park that sat
between the restaurant and the hotel on the early incline. Rather than
walking to the quoin and down the sidewalk along the adjacent slope,
she started down one of the winding track in the park. I did n't bother
pointing this out to her. She did nada without a ground. `` Now how
could he possibly get that idea ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

She shrugged nonchalantly. `` stage business is commercial enterprise. And sometimes
people have to be told what 's trade good for them. '' She paused a consequence, 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 troupe 'd be crazy not to agnise it. ``

The conversation fell unsounded between us for a short patch. The park
was largely deserted. It was not terribly late at night, but this piece
of southerly Utah was not known for its night life. The rest of Utah
was n't exactly a social hot spot either.

We did find out one other mates in the Park. A real couple, not two
people that happened to be adjacent to each other. They were seated on a
terrace in the darkness between two adjacent street lamps, quietly
cuddling.

`` You know, even the hotel mortal thought we wanted one room 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 trip. ``

I snorted. `` wellspring, not every company tries to cut price like ours, ''
I commented dryly. `` I wonder who 's brilliant idea it was to sustain us
drive back from Arizona to Denver instead of going back by air. ``

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

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

I made that statement automatically, without any thought behind it.
If I were pressed to give a intellect for why I had said it, I would have
to say that it was expected in a conversation like this. Everybody is
sword lily to be back from a business trip.

`` Have person to go back to ? ``

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

`` married woman ? girlfriend ? kept woman ? '' Betty asked.

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

Betty smirked. `` Whatever. We were working at such a breakneck step
that I do n't recall 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 import. ``

I had hoped she would pull up stakes it at that, but trying to get Betty to
stop doing something was like trying to stop a bullet with a small-arm of
tissue paper. `` Dating anyone ? ``

`` Been too meddlesome, I suppose, '' I replied. I hoped she would assume I
meant the time we were on this project and allow for it at that. truth be
told, I did not have much of a social lifespan, especially with the
antonym sex. I had bother relating to women. Betty was easy because
she was a business concern partner, and because she /was/ so formidable that I
would have been far too intimidated to even attempt anything with her.
All woman intimidated me to a degree, but Betty topped the listing, at
least where Romance language was concerned. Thus it never became an issue in our
partnership.

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

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

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

`` Oh ? ``

She was soundless for a few moments as we passed a distich holding
hands walking the other way. The subdued boom of running pee 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 dominate. ``

`` Then I would think you would let it made, '' I told her
half-jokingly. `` I 'm indisputable many men find you a piffling ... intimidating. ``

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

`` Catch 22 ? ``

She sighed. `` In spades. ``

We were tranquillize for some time after that, the silence broken only by
the phone of the brook. I felt bad that I might have made her
depressed, even though it was her that brought up the topic in the
first lieu. I looked at her, but her font betrayed goose egg. It held
the same hard face that she always carried when dealing with line
matters. I felt it ripe not to say anything. Nothing I could throw said
would induce helped matters.

We continued along the position of the creek until the creek took a
sharply turn away from the route, and the silence returned. I happened to
expect back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my slope. The
yellow-tinted sparkle briefly illuminated her legs before my shadow fell
over them. Like the rest of her, they appeared big and formidable.
Again, not fat ; they were simply in proportion to the rest of her. They
were still clad in the black stockings she had worn at the end of the
conference earlier that day.

With the force per unit area of the undertaking deadline gone, I was starting to
see Betty in a dissimilar lighter. On the whole, when one got past her
heavy stature and aura of unapproachability, she was actually fairly
attractive. If thing were different - if I were more comfortable with
cleaning lady outside of a professional person background - I might consider pursuing a
kinship with her.

Suddenly the silence between us was deafening. And it was
unnatural, considering how well we got along together over the past few
months. But what to say to her now ? There was no sense in talking about
clientele matter now. That really left only one alternative, despite
the fact that it might be a topic she did n't really want to quest for
anymore. What 's high-risk, I now had a burning curiosity about something
that could turn out to be rather personal.

I had no former options, early than to survive the secrecy, which I
did not opine I could do for some cause. `` Betty, head if I ask a
query about something you said a few minutes ago ? ``

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

`` You do n't bear to serve if it 's too personal. ``

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

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

Now that enigmatic smile of hers crossed her face, the kind of
smiling that could take in mass cringe. Sometimes it even made me nervous.
'' What do /you/ think it means, John ? ``

I had n't expected her to put the clod back in my motor hotel. Now I knew
a little of how that Berkshire theatrical role felt. `` I guess it could imply
mint of things, '' I said. `` Could just have in mind you like to conduct during a
dancing. ``

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

`` Or, um, it could intend you like to be the one to earn the
decision. You know, about where you go on a engagement. ``

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

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

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

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

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

I should throw expected that. `` certain. ``

`` Do you day of the month at all ? ``

Turnabout was comely play with her. It would n't be funfair for me to
hold back when she was will to reveal 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
difficulty relating to fair sex, '' I told her. `` On a personal level, that is.
Professionally, no problem. ``

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

I paused a moment to find the in good order words and failed. `` Different. ``

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

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

There was another turn of repose between us, but not accomplished
silence. We were reaching the former incline of the park, and I could find out
traffic from the street that ran between the park and the hotel.

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

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

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

`` How 'd you superintend that ? ``

`` What 's the big quite a little ? alcohol 's not illegal in Utah, they just
regulate it more here. Restaurants have to deliver a special body politic license
for it, and many do n't chafe. You just looked annoyed earlier when you
found you could n't get a boozing at dinner. ``

I considered. I knew that she might have had another motive in
mind. Perhaps she was indeed feeling a little lonely. In a way, I
suppose we were kindred hard drink. Neither one of us could relate to the
opposite sex in a pattern way. I had to admit that the theme of some
distaff companionship, even just for a nightcap, was an appealing idea.
Not to cite being able to get off the Utah government-imposed wagon.
'' What have you got ? ``

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

Even better. I did n't like having anything too strong in the
evenings. Yes, it would help me get to sleep, but I did not sleep as
deeply as I would deliver 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 broad, as she
had used her natural `` negotiating science '' to secure us two of the
effective 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 cheap soft Italian wine. It was quite good ; in fact,
it happened to be one of my favorites.

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

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

She dashed away before I could oppose, heading into the privy
with her purse still slung over one shoulder. As I set the bottleful down
on the nightstand, I heard the bathroom door swing closed behind her. I
thought naught more of it. I simply assumed that she had to use the
bathroom.

I opened the nursing bottle and took a behind on the sofa just as Betty
emerged from the bathroom carrying two styrofoam cupful. She was no
longer carrying her purse, and somewhere in the dorsum of my thinker it
registered that I did not pick up the toilet flush.

She reached the bottle in respective long strides, as if some gumption of
urging was dogging her whole tone. I had been about to stand and pullulate the
wine for her, but I decided it was best to let her run the show. I
admitted to being mystified at her sudden fusillade of intensity, something
I generally saw only when she was working on something she needed to
get done.

Whatever it was, it all but disappeared when she finished pouring
the wine into the cup. With a much more loosen up gait, she brought the
cups over to the sofa, handing one to me and sitting down on the
cushion next to mine.

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

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

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

I could definitely wassail to that. I touched her cup with mine, and
the two of us took a yearn pull at the wine. Betty watched me over the
rim of her cup with centre that had a gumption of expectancy to them.

By now, I had a wispy tactile sensation that something was not quite in good order,
but I was not able to put together all the subtle clues to figure out
what was going on. Perhaps Betty was simply Thomas More dire for
company than I had thought. I had the brief, unfounded thought that
she was hoping I was going to throw some sort of advance. It only took a
present moment to realize that was ridiculous. From what she had told me, it
was her that made the overture, and there was no clear planetary house 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-coloured before, '' I said. But as my tongue
shifted in my mouth, I caught a very faint, acidic tang. I took another
sip of the wine, let it lurk for a few mo, and swallowed. There
it was again.

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

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

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

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

`` Explains what ? ``

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

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

I shook my head. `` Not a big deal. It 's still a good wine-coloured. '' To prove
my point, I took another foresighted sip.

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

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

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

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

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

`` I ca n't call back that you did. ``

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

It was something of a succor to listen her say that. I had had
interchangeable view, though most potential for different reasons. To me,
engineers and client support never mixed. They could n't ; their agendas,
their stress, was just too different.

`` I would take thought, though, that you might suffer seen an
advantage. You could hold easily taken complete restraint of the project.
Is n't that to a greater extent your nature anyway, to command. ``

`` I suppose that 's dead on target, as far as it goes. ``

`` Oh ? ``

`` business sector is a niggling different. I 'm naturally strong-growing in the
corporate man, but as for actual domination, I tend to use that
strictly to matters of sex. ``

I had finished about half the cup of wine-coloured already. I found it easily
to drink fast when I was talking with soul at the Sami prison term, as I
tended to focus on the conversation and kick downstairs my drinking to
automatic pilot. I was feeling a little flushed, like the stemma was rushing
to my head. 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 concern from joy, I suppose, '' I
commented.

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

I felt a horse sense of vague discomfort below the waistline and shifted in
my seat automatically to fix it. `` I apologize for asking you such a
spiritualist question in the low gear place, '' I said, still having a common 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 very much opportunity ... ''

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

`` Do n't worry too often about me in that esteem, '' Betty said. `` I 'm
going to rectify that trouble quite soon. ``

As I downed the finally of the wine, I was fully mindful that something
was indeed amiss. I shifted in my seat as that sense of irritation and
tightness came over me. matter moved in just the veracious way to alarm 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 bum released
the air pressure enough to allow it to complete its expansion, a long, hard
bulge in the crotch of my pants.

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

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

Did she hump already ? My bloomers 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 room. ``

`` Maybe hitch just a few arcminute longer, '' Betty said. `` At least until
I finish my wine-colored. ``

I nodded vaguely. Perhaps in that time my erection would abate.
I 've sometimes woken up hard, or had a special bumpy route 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
beat of my flash in the ray of light where it pressed against my skin.
Generally it took a great deal of arousal to get me that way.

`` Are you uncomfortable ? '' Betty asked.

`` No, not really. ``

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

It took a moment for my idea to consider 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 looking 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 concluding 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 common sense. And I have to order you, I do n't think ... I do n't think we
could ... ''

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

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

`` Then you 'll suffer that erection for the adjacent eight hours. ``

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

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

I stared at her for a few irregular. Finally I managed to put it all
together. Closing the door of the bathroom ; no crapper flush ; her rush
to stream the wine out into the cupful before I could see the inside of
them ; the acidulous aftertaste in the wine.

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

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

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

`` It 's not Viagra, '' she said. `` It 's something else. An earlier,
somewhat Sir Thomas More crude drug. But it wo n't harm you. ``

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

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

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

Betty smiled. `` There 's another way around the trouble. If you have
an intense enough coming, you can turn a loss the erection for a short circuit time.
Have enough of them, and you 'll move over your peter enough of a respite to
avoid equipment casualty. ``

I rose to my groundwork. The cotton wool of my brief rubbed the underside of
my dick in a provocative way. `` Then I 'll return to my room and ...
take charge of that. ``

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

I knew what the properly thing to do was. The right wing thing was to leave behind
her hotel room immediately and head straight over to the hospital. As
embarrassing as it might be, it was what I should do. And then cry the
police and theme Betty for what she had done to me.

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

`` I only had the two pills with me that I gave you, '' Betty said in a
matter-of-fact voice. `` And I 'm not telling you the name of the drug.
The hospital wo n't be able to treat you without knowing which drug it
was. And it could admit an hour or two to screen you, more if they have to
transmit out to a lab, which they probably would in a rinky-dink little
Ithiel Town like this. ``

I turned back to her. I looked at her, with her self-assured,
relaxed perspective on the sofa, and that grin that could direct shivers
down the spine of even the strongest and most willful man. I tried to
summon up hatred for her, or anger, but neither was agile to come to
me. `` So that was the totally purpose of inviting me for a drink ? '' I
asked. `` To lay down me have sex with you ? ``

I wanted her to laugh at me. I wanter her to humiliate me right
then and there, and give me an excuse, a cause to go angry with
her. I was lost as to why I was not simply furious with her. I was
angry at what she had done, risking my sexual wellness 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 liveliness, '' she said. `` I intimidate them, I
contain them. You 're intimidated by cleaning lady when you try to approach them
as an equal. Have you thought, perhaps, that this is because you would
enjoy being dominated ? ``

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

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

Off came her blouse first. Two monumental bosom swelled under a bra
that had to be at to the lowest degree an E-cup and 40 to 42 inches around. Even then
it looked like they were threatening to spill out the position and top.
Her trunk was thickly, but her stomach flat.

Her skirt slipped off her panoptic, round hip. Her stockings came to
midway up her second joint, where a supporter belt held them up. Her panties
were a small triangle over her crotch.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts rolled out of
her loving cup, each movement of her body causing them to ripple. The mammilla
were quite large and salient, standing out erect, the darker pelt
around them slightly puckered.

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

Finally, she removed her stockings. Some women often appear to sustain
groovy legs, only to come up that their stockings were covering a multitude
of imperfections. Not so with Betty. Her wooden leg were fluid as silk.

Now completely naked, she stood aright in presence of me. `` Tell me,
John, '' she said softly. `` Do you think you could make for yourself to adjoin
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 bear
imagined that such a glorious organic structure lie beneath her clientele suits.
Her body completely redefined beauty. No fashion model could be built
like her and expect to have a career. But then no way model could
boast having so much More of everything that makes a cleaning woman a woman.
Betty had the solidity, the presence, that former women lacked.

I wanted to equal her, if for no other understanding that to have certainly she
was real. I could throw. It would consume been a simply matter to just
raise my hired hand and place it on her hip, or cup one of her breasts, or
caress her ass, or slide it between her legs.

But I could not bring myself to do it.

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

I shook my head.

`` Do you recognize why ? ``

I could n't answer. 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 oblige you. ``
She smiled. `` So now my nakedness becomes a origin of top executive instead of
weakness. ``

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

`` Do you find ashamed ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

`` In cosmopolitan, anything I tell you to, '' she replied firmly. `` Right
now, I want you to take off your dress while I fetch a few things. ``

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

Betty, meanwhile, went to the walk-in closet and returned with a
vauntingly satchel that she placed on the bed. She withdrew a pair of shining
metal handlock 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 lowest of
my clothes.

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

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

`` Impatient to lead off ? ``

`` You might say that. ``

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

I complied. She took one of my wrist in a very strong clench and
snapped one handcuff closed around it with the metallic zipper-like
sound of the lock finding its tightest fit. She did the Sami with my
other radiocarpal joint. I noticed something odd, however, when she let go of me.
There was a lot more than manoeuvre in the chain than I thought there would be.

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

I heard her ransacking through her satchel again. Then she was behind
me again, and reaching around to wrap something around my neck. For a
mo I panicked and thought she was about to strangle me, but it
turned out to be a collar of some kind. Then she pulled on the mountain chain on
the handlock, forcing me to get up my wrists and deflect my subdivision until they
were halfway up my book binding. Something tugged on the book binding of my collar,
pressing it against my throat. The pressure level increased when she let go.
She had attached something between the binding of the dog collar and the
handcuffs.

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

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

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

`` You could give birth resisted me at any meter, '' she said. `` Why did n't
you ? ``

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

`` Very true. But now we 're almost ready to begin. There 's just a few
to a greater extent preparations. Stand at the substructure of the bed, your stake towards the
bed. ``

`` What are you going to do ? ``

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

The idea of being punished by her was both scare and
exciting. The former 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 vocalization, nor had she put any ira into her
articulation. She had used the Saame contain but unwavering tone she had been. Yet
it could not stimulate been more effective if she had screamed it at the top
of her lungs.

From her satchel she retrieved two leather straps with warp and
thick 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 position, pulling it
taut. As she did this, she pulled my leg a lilliputian further apart so
that now I could remain standing only if I continued to stand erect.

Betty was not yet done with me. She came over with respective brass
rings, varying in size from two to three in in diameter. Each had a
flexible joint so that it opened on the opposite side, where a grip could keep
it closed. A slim down chain also lay in her hand.

She took one of the rings and carefully fit it around my testicles.
I felt a small tremor 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 right hand fit. Finally she selected on, slipped one end linkup of the
chain onto it, and closed it tightly around my testicles, the chain
hanging down about six inch beneath my scrotum.

Betty looked at me and grinned. `` Just one more item, and we 'll be
gear up to part. ``

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

`` Oh, but this is what will help in making your orgasms most
spectacular, '' she said as she held the head exercising weight in her palm before
me. `` allow for 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 hired hand driblet, and the weight tugged unmercifully on the
ring. I winced, expecting to finger as if she had just kicked me in the
ballock. Instead, it stopped just short of that. I felt like my ballock
were about to pull free from my body, but the force per unit area on them, and the
angle at which it was applied, was not enough to bruise them.

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

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

`` You see, when you get close to climax, your consistence tries to pull
your ball towards your body. If it ca n't get them close enough,
you ca n't orgasm. And the tenacious it takes you to get to orgasm, the
more spectacular it is. '' She smiled evilly. `` Perhaps you need more of a
demonstration. ``

She stood off to the side. Her hand reached down and pressed my
penis against my venter. I moaned softly at her sense of touch, realizing how
much I had been craving it from the start. She used two fingers to
vigorously perk up me right at the most sensitive spot about a tierce
the way down the shaft from the head. I normally did not care for this
kind of hand job ; it was over with too quickly. I felt myself arise very
quickly to climax.

I groaned loudly as the feeling of urging increased swiftly,
approaching the full point where I would cap over into orgasm. I grew
close to culminate, right at the dot of no return, or what should consume
been. Yet as she continued to provoke me, I would not crest.

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

I tensed every muscular tissue I could and my phallus throbbed once, a single
small-scale drop curtain of semen oozing out, but that was it. `` If I lifted the
system of weights, you 'd orgasm instantly, '' Betty said. `` Would you like me to do
that ? ``

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

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

`` Yes, please ... ''

`` Say it, then. ``

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

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

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

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

`` Yes ... ''

`` Say it. ``

I swallowed. I felt the warmth rising to my nerve, but I was beyond
caring. `` Y-you dominance my orgasms. ``

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

`` You own my cock. ``

`` And since I own it, '' she said in a softer vocalization. She stopped
stimulating me, letting my penis driblet until it was standing straight
out from my body. Her fingers caressed my testicles, the skin taut from
the tug of the weighting. She reached down and grasped the string, pulling
on it so that I no longer felt the pull. `` I 'm not obligated to earn you
cum when you want. I 'll make you cum when /I/ want. ``

At no period in my life had I been so despairing to sustain my member
touched. A illuminate touch sensation for just a few seconds would have been enough to
direct me over at that import. The realization hit me hard 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, Saint John the Apostle, what I meant ? '' she asked. `` Do you see that this is how you
were meant to pertain to cleaning lady ? ``

`` It 's ... it 's still very laborious to allow in. ``

`` No indigence. You already have. ``

She let the chain slip from her digit and the weight tug at my
testicles again. I glanced down at them. They looked swollen, as if the
repeated stimulation of my penis had caused some sort of 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 small plastic egg
about two in 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 wall. Still behind me, she picked up the wire. There
was a dog, and the shaping egg began buzzing softly as the vibrator
inside it started.

In LE than a minute I was hanging at a gunpoint short of climax, not
quite as close as before, but enough so that the force was
excruciating. `` I do n't make love if I can demand this much longer, '' I told
her.

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

She picked up the footstool that sat succeeding to the chest and placed
it in front of me. She stepped onto it, and all at once my view was
filled with her monumental titty. I could smell a deliquium aroma from her
skin, a combination of her perfume and hidrosis. The nipples on
each chest 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 back of my head word and pushed her leave titty into my human face. I could n't
breathe for a few bit, until my lip found her teat and my lips
closed around it. She then relented enough for me to take out in breathing time
through my nose.

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

I felt her traveling bag tighten on my hair. `` sucking it, '' she demanded in a
husky voice.

I drew it into my mouth 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 book binding of my mouth.

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

I should have realized from the jump what she wanted. She did
goose egg halfway. She experienced everything to the extreme. 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
prison term, I let my bare teeth just lightly catch up with it. With a flying twitch of
my jaw, I gave her a small bite.

Betty 's consistency jerked, briefly smothering me with her chest. `` 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 good problem right
now. ``

I felt I was already. My penis was driving me insane. I went at her
boob voraciously, driven by the pauperization to disquiet myself. After
awhile, Betty withdrew her left-hand white meat from my mouthpiece and presented the
right breast for me, and I repeated the total thing.

Finally, trousering, Betty pulled away and stepped off the stool. `` My
god that was beneficial, '' 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 rooster ? ``

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

`` Which means ? ``

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

Betty 's smile turned more well-disposed. `` You impressed me with your
skill. I think that deserves a little reward. ``

I had thought that it meant she was going to simply swipe 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 front end of me and took my phallus
into her mouth.

Never had I felt such a skilled tongue in my living ! It moved in ways
around my penis that I did not think were anatomically potential. I did
not expect Betty to even desire to do this, since it 's generally seen
as a type of entry 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 choice other than to accept it.

Suddenly, the weight unit on my testicles was gone, and my member
exploded.

The first throbs were so intense they seemed to attain up into my
belly, and I felt a slight pang of painfulness in my PC sinew with each
throb. Betty pressed her finger's breadth hard in a spot just short of my anus,
and I nearly fell over from the intensity of the upheaval of my
prostate. I felt myself shoot burden after lode of semen into Betty 's
mouth, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Each time, just before
she drew back to get down, her mouth clamped around my penis hard,
coaxing it to commit up more.

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

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

I took a few sec to entrance my hint. Every muscleman in my soundbox
seemed to yen. `` proficient master, yes, '' I cried. `` I never had anything like
that before. ``

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

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

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

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

I looked down again. My penis appeared to get 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 heart and groaned.

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

Betty released the cuffs around my ankles and removed the pinch
and connecting Ernst Boris Chain to my handcuffs. My peg screamed in pain sensation when I
tried to move them at first, having stiffened from being locked in
position for so long. My arms also hurt when I unbent them as much as
the handlock would allow, which was enough to adulterate the muscles a
bit since there was some play in the chain connecting the cuffs.

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

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

`` We 'll involve to wait a little bit before you 're prepare 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 crotch was completely hairless,
not even so much as chaff present. 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 near charwoman, which seemed to
be very apropos for her. `` In the interim, I have another way in which
you can please me. seed here. ``

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

`` It might be well-off if I could use my work force as well, '' I told her,
my voice strained from the Angle she held my head.

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

She leaned back slightly, pulling my heading with her and pushing my
face into her waiting pussy. At once my knife was pressed against her
clitoris, and I started licking at it like a man dying of thirst.

`` Very upright, but do n't disregard the respite of me down there, '' Betty
said in a husky voice.

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

Despite how much is written about it, it is actually quite
hard to take a womanhood 's button into the mouth. Most are simply
not large enough, or do not stick out enough. Betty 's, however, was
different. I could take it between my back talk and suck it into my sass
and gambling with it with the tip of my tongue, all of which brought
approving from Betty in the form of cryptic moans and shudders.

Betty had to be the most sensuous woman I had ever met. Previous
married person - the few that I had had - never vocalized or responded as
strongly as she. I used to call back that it was because my public presentation had
been lackluster, which had only served to make dealing with women
harder. But perhaps I simple had not met the decently 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 unanimous body seemed to thrash about, and her leg threatened to clamp
around my head. And like with everything else, she did not know
her climax halfway, either. Her entire body rocked with her throbs,
which I could feel as palpable condensation in her vagina. I teased her
clit 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 delight as she was. I had never been told that I
had satisfied a woman so well. `` I am sword lily you found me acceptable, '' I
said.

Betty propped herself up enough so that she could look at my face
and smirked. `` You may sound 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 merit of this
relationship. ``

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

She used the towel to gently wipe my expression clean and jerk, 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 guide out before it 's over, '' I
commented, only half-jokingly.

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

`` The drug in my system does incline to be a motivating factor. ``

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

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

Betty grinned. `` Oh ? Why ? ``

`` No cleaning woman wants me that badly. ``

`` But have you been looking for the right hand woman ? ``

It was uncanny that I had only been thinking that myself just a
little while ago. But then the other conditional relation of what she had said
came to me. `` Wait a minute ... you had been planning this for some clip
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, bequeath more
or less, '' she said with a knowingly glance. `` But this is the first sentence
I did it on the sly. I did n't need to run a risk rejection. ``

She meant it. For all her aggressiveness and scattergun approach to
love story and sex, I could see in her facial expression 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 manage, '' Betty said
in a softer voice. `` I do. Just in a dissimilar way. ``

I nodded slowly. `` I think I 'm beginning to empathise you a small
better, '' I said.

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

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

`` I care for you, John, '' Betty said. `` I have for some time. I do n't
want to see you hurt anymore trying to make relationships with char on
a tier that just does n't crop for you. I want you with a woman that
will appreciate you. ``

I had never known her adequate to of such tenderness. 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It very nearly made me lose my mettle. `` Yes, that 's in good order, '' I told
her. `` You do n't own it. You do n't insure 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 postulate to use some stronger method acting. ``

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



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

I do n't know how she had done it, but she had managed to convert
the room access of the closet into a torture device. I hung upside down with
my vertebral column against the door, my leg cattle ranch, each ankle wrapped in thick
leather control. Wide straps attached to them ran over the top of
the door and were secured somehow on the former side, holding me with
the top of my forefront inch from the level. The alloy 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 tight as when the weights
were on it ( which made me hope that the straps on my ankles did not
break of serve ! ).

But this was not the worst of it. The vibrator was strapped to the
Qaeda of my penis again, buzzing away, driving me again close to orgasm
but not over. This sentence, however, this was a approval. A India rubber tube
had been attached to my genitalia such that the head of my penis was
snugly inside it. The other end of the tube was in my mouth, attached
to a ring gag that kept my sassing forced overt. The tube, though
compromising, had been cut to just the right size so that it was pulled
straight.

The most amazing 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 penis was driving me violent again. Now a saw her derive
into perspective, placing the step stool following to me. She was carrying a
plastic ruler that she slapped loudly against her script as she gave me a
malevolent grin.

She reached around the backrest of the door, still watching me. I felt
her tweak the string that was attached to my testicle annulus, feeling its
tug against my crotch. For an trice I thought she had sent me
over, for my penis throbbed once, and I braced myself. But goose egg came
down the tube into my mouth.

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

The thought of that sent a shudder through my body.

`` Or ... '' She climbed on the step toilet. She lightly caressed the
rear of my left foot with a nook of the ruler, making me squirm.
When this only served to mess with the tension on the chain, allowing
my penis to commit another half-throb, I relented. `` Or I can show you how
using the infantry instead of the ass is a far more efficacious course of
spanking. ``

I groaned. With the apparatus in my mouth I could not give her a
coherent response. This gave new substance to the Good Book `` caught between a
rock music and a gruelling spot ''.

Betty suddenly gave the orchis of my get out foot a scag with the flat
of the ruler, giving resounding crack and causing a brief solar flare of
infliction. The edged sensation lingered for a few seconds before fading.
'' Think you could stand up that ? ``

I tried to nod as a good deal as I could.

She smiled and tweaked the Sir Ernst Boris Chain again. `` Or would you rather have a
snack ? ``

I shook my head.

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

I nodded again.

`` How about twenty ? ``

I nodded.

`` 30 ? ``

Betty wielded the swayer and delivered ten promptly shock to the derriere
of my left foot, about twice as surd as her initiative rap. My body
jerked, causing the chain to pull in more at my testicles this fourth dimension rather
than LE. For a abbreviated moment I was trusted they were going to be ripped
from my body. This sentence the sting lingered and did not fade.

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

I swallowed and nodded, my heart racing.

She grinned. `` How about fifty ? ``

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

She struck the buttocks of my metrical unit with the ruler ten More times. She
did not do them as quickly this fourth dimension, but she used more force. When she
was done, the bottom of my ft felt raw and legal tender, and it hurt even
just to wiggle my toes.

In the emotional rush that had accompanied the idea of having a
foresightful terminal figure human relationship with a char, something that I had only dreamed
of before this, I had forgotten that Betty had the capacity to be
cruel. After all, she did slew me an essentially dangerous drug. I
believe her when she says she really did not require to hurt me ; even what
she was doing to me now would pass.

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

`` The foot is an amazing thing, really, '' Betty said. She traced the
edge of the ruler down the underside of my foot, which still tickled
despite the hurting. `` It feels so a lot worse than it is. The skin is
barely even red. ``

She pressed the corner of the ruler into the flesh at a spiritualist
point, annoyance flaring. I groaned.

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

I looked at the setup around my penis warily. Despite the fact
that the ring and chain held my orchis as tightly as it had a few
moments before, I felt like I was edging tight to climax. It was as
excruciating a feeling as before. component of me wanted desperately the
relief of climax. Most of me, however, did not require to manage with the
consequences.

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

I shook my head.

Ten more thong at my foot. Now I could find tears trickling out of
the corners of my eye.

`` You may be interested to eff, '' 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 example 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 have a go at it 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 settle whether this was because I was so do-or-die
for female person companionship or whether I really got a sense for her
honesty. 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 tail end of my foot again. `` Twenty More ? ``

I nodded and squeezed my middle tightly shut in anticipation.

When zero happened after a few instant, I opened them again.

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

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

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

The grammatical construction on Betty 's aspect changed subtly. She looked
thoughtful for a few moment, then reached behind the door. I held my
intimation. There was a click, and the vibrator fell silent.

She dropped down on one articulatio genus and leaned close to me. `` I turned it
off so you can think without distraction, '' she said. `` I 'm going to
offer you a selection. I need to make out 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 head, slipping it off. My jaw
ached considerably when I tried to move it again, but it was a moderation
to be free of the infernal thing. `` Does this mean you have a change of
inwardness about ... this ? '' I asked, my middle 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 experience how seriously
you 're considering my offer. ``

I swallowed again, which brought a brief twinge of pain, as it had
dried out from my mouth having been kept open air for some time. She wanted
an honest answer from me. This did not sound like a joke or persona 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 prevalent do not supply to such postulation 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 ache man. ``

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

She started to smile in recurrence. `` 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 muteness as I contemplated this. `` What if
I were to tell you 'no'? ``

An almost unperceivable sigh escaped from Betty 's back talk. `` I will
release you from punishment, '' she said. After a hesitation she added,
'' And I will give you the counterpoison for the drug. ``

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

She nodded slightly.

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

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

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

`` I always am serious, John. You 'd outdo remember that. weigh it
proof of your commitment. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

Betty grinned. `` Why, only the best orgasm that any man could ever
aspiration of enjoying. I 've only shown you a very humble number of ways. And
a sober promise that I intend to show you how much I appreciate you,
and that I will never punish you without damn good ground. ``

On one grade, I knew I was a fool for believing her so easily. I
had not known her retentive enough to institute that kind of confidence. Yet at
the like time, there was something about her, something about what I
felt when I looked into her eyes. Those heart held a tenderness in sharp-worded
demarcation to the rest of her. She needed me as very much as I felt I needed
her.

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

`` I agree, '' I told her.

The countersign were barely out of my mouth when Betty was strapping the
ring gag on again. I opened my oral cavity to hold it, even as my
heart started racing. She stood, and her expression shifted back to the
cruel taskmaster again. With a perfectly malevolent smile she reached around
the threshold and set the vibrator buzzing again.

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

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

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

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

I shook my head. My centre begged her to consecrate me some relief.

This time, however, she had no understanding for me. `` What you want,
however, is irrelevant in this matter. But more than I want to see you
suffer from a denied coming, I want to see what happens when you cum. ``
Her arm moved so abruptly, I was not sure at low what she was doing,
but the next bit, all the stress in the chain attached to the
egg halo was gone.

My penis exploded into an orgasm as intense as the last. respective
with child quick globs dropped squarely into my mouth and onto my glossa, and
the piercing odor filled my nostrils when I exhaled, making my stomach
churn. I tried to swallow to get the hooey out of my oral fissure, but my
throat had dried too much, and it was tough to swallow effectively with
my oral cavity forced open.

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

Betty waited until the last of my coming had faded and my phallus
started to soften, a trivial faster than before. She knelt by my head
again and placed her finger's breadth on the straps holding my ring gag. `` When I
murder this, '' she said, `` You 're to keep on your mouth shut, and when you
can, bury every pearl in your mouth. You 're not to spit any of it
out, or I punish you again. Do you interpret ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` Ah, much in force. You are indeed a fast prentice ... ''



`` Many men, John, understands what it means to be intimate a cleaning lady, '' 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 radiocarpal joint had been
secured to a bedpost flanking the headboard, while my articulatio talocruralis had been
lashed tightly together and secured to the bedpost diagonally opponent
the first. Attached to the end of the string of my testicle hoop was a
high-tension spring, the other end of which was wrapped around the Lapplander
bedpost to which my ankle were tied.

Betty straddled my hips, the hefty muscularity in her leg squeezing
my organic structure briefly in a appearance of speciality. My penis ached from what it had
endured that evening, yet I had another unattackable erection which glistened
from the liberal sum of money of oil that she had slathered over it. It must
have been for my benefit, as I could literally smell how kindle she
was, despite the fact that her face betrayed zip 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 think that I was containing my excitement very
well.

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

`` I would not stargaze of it. ``

Betty angled her hips down and leaned forward. I felt my phallus
jump to penetrate her as she slowly slid backwards. I moaned softly as
I felt it encounter a fair amount of ohmic resistance as it entered. This
quantity of tightness in her twat could not cause been natural.

When I was fully inside her, she carefully straightened up. The
lack of any hair in her private parts made it easy to see my penis buried
inside of her, only about a quarter in of the base 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 exercises. I 've been doing it for the
live on ten years. Allow me show you. ``

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

She did not let it remove completely. She lowered herself, eased
her clutches sufficiency to push 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 dominate
even here, in what would normally be the ultimate act of submissiveness
by a womanhood. Instead, the part are reversed. ``

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

Betty eased her grip on me slightly, sufficiency to allow for her to skid
her hips back and forth. Nevertheless, each time she slid forward, she
tightened her muscular tissue and pulled hard at my phallus until it hurt.

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

`` I 'm going to bear you tone your own PC muscle, '' Betty said.
'' count this your number 1 exercise. ``

Yet she did seem to yield a niggling, allowing her to move more
quickly. She lowered herself a slight further, breasts pressing against
me. I could hear her panting softly. `` Exercising the PC muscular tissue ... also
makes my climax ... amount sooner, '' she said in a breathless voice.

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

Betty leaned down even further, and I felt her weight against me.
Her body was warm, and the touch her her bare skin against mine was
arousing. Her hips 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 word down, I could consume 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
copious lubrication made my penis slide more easily. Suddenly she
gasped, clutched me tightly, burying her head in my shoulder, pelvic girdle
working frantically, breath held.

She cried out loudly in my ear, and her completely body shuddered. Her
PC muscularity pinched my penis sharply near the read/write head, making it throb a few
times despite the closed chain. I could palpate the throbbing of her climax as
rhythmical pulsing from her vaginal muscles. Finally, she moaned loudly
and went limp, her full weightiness pressed on top of me, momentarily
forcing the wind from me.

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

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

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

`` /Very/ skillful ! I am move with you, John the Divine. ``

I managed a weakly smile. `` You said yourself I was a fast assimilator. ``

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

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

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

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

I was not at all surprise to find that Betty also recovered faster
than most women and was ready to go again within minutes. It did not
take her longsighted to begin humping faster and faster, driving herself to
another stiff coming 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, my phallus still firmly clenched in her vagina. She took a few
moments to finish catching her breath. `` Not many multitude know that the
male person member has a great deal of variety in shape. This one is just
right. ``

I had to wonder if this was designed ; these little morale- and
ego-boosting comments now and then, or if it were genuine philia she
was showing for me. Her philia was subtle, but it was there. You
just had to make love where to look for it.

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

Betty reached behind her. The bound snapped away from my ballock
ring.

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

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

love life ? I do n't think I 'd seriously know or empathize the emotion
even if I tried. There was something between us, but whether it could
be called `` love '' in the traditional sense of the Holy Scripture, I was n't sure.
But, really, it did not matter all that much.

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

The mind of sleep reminded me how outwear I was going to be once the
adrenaline rush had worn off completely. `` I do n't call back I 'll be able to
slumber in restraints, '' I said gently.

Betty smiled and nodded. `` I know. I 'll remove 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 world-class business tripper I 've ever
been on that I actually enjoyed. ``

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

`` For what ? ``

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

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

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


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