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I walked out of the eatery to find that the heat of the
southwest desert knit stitch had quickly dissipated after sundown. A dark sky
filled with cold pinpricks of light allowed the blanket of furnace-hot
air to rise and circulate. In the diluent air of the high altitudes,
little of the day 's warmth would be left by cockcrow, and I would need a
jacket if I wanted to stay put out in it. As it was, it was just
comfortable.

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

`` I 'm coming, John. ``

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

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

Betty frowned and shook her psyche after putting the card back in her
wallet and her wallet into her bag. `` He got officious signals. Yours would
have had the like trouble. ``

`` I would give birth just used my own and vouchered it. ``

She gave a moving ridge of discharge. `` No need, it 's been taken care of. ``

The note of her articulation made me suspicious. I had been working on
this project with her for the shoemaker's last three month, and in that clip I
learned a lot about her mannerisms. `` Oh ? And just how did you do that ? ``
I asked, the smirk on my font and tone of entertainment in my vocalization most
likely suggesting to her that I already had an idea.

Sure enough, she gave me an enigmatical smile and drew herself erect.
This was no niggling matter. Betty was a magnanimous adult female. Not fat. Large.
Nearly six metrical foot tall, big-boned, matron-bosomed, with black, frizz
hair that surrounded her head like an aura. When she drew herself
straight like that, the term full-figured came to mind.

So did the parole formidable.

`` I simply used my womanly charms to win over him to use the older
reference bill of fare 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
more damage. Honestly, I ca n't take you anywhere. ``

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

We must suffer looked the odd duad. She easily topped six inches over
me. Thin-boned and incline, I normally thought I looked pretty healthy and
fit, but next to her I was positively skinny. It had led to some
humourous consequence during the conference. `` Hey, Betty, did I state you
what, um, what 's his figure, the one that looked like a Gaul ... ''

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

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

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

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

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

`` Hey, what do I bang ? I 'm a programmer and engineer, not populace
sex act. Why 'd they think they saddled you with me to make the
demonstration in the first-class honours degree billet ? ``

A breeze blew up as we passed the English of the hotel, bringing a
deeper nighttime chill. I felt a shudder 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 prompt her without a lot of strength, science, and leverage. I
relied on her for far more than just remembering names on this business
trip.

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

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

Betty laughed, sounding loud as it echoed across the parkland that sat
between the eatery and the hotel on the early slope. rather than
walking to the recess and down the sidewalk along the adjacent side,
she started down one of the winding paths in the parking lot. I did n't bother
pointing this out to her. She did zippo without a grounds. `` Now how
could he possibly get that idea ? '' she asked.

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

`` Do n't sell yourself short. You had all the expert item. ``

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

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

`` I 'd say so, yes. The company 'd be crazy not to acknowledge it. ``

The conversation fell silent between us for a short while. The parking lot
was largely deserted. It was not terribly late at Night, but this part
of southern Utah was not known for its night life history. The relief of Utah
was n't exactly a social hot patch either.

We did obtain one former duad in the park. A real span, not two
people that happened to be next to each other. They were seated on a
bench in the shadow between two adjacent street lamps, quietly
cuddling.

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

`` Oh ? ``

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

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

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

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

I made that statement automatically, without any cerebration behind it.
If I were pressed to return a cause for why I had said it, I would have got
to say that it was expected in a conversation like this. Everybody is
glad to be back from a occupation 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 ? kept woman ? '' Betty asked.

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

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

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

I had hoped she would leave it at that, but trying to get Betty to
hold back doing something was like trying to stop a bullet train with a piece of
tissue theme. `` Dating anyone ? ``

`` Been too busy, I suppose, '' I replied. I hoped she would assume I
meant the time we were on this task and leave it at that. verity be
told, I did not have got much of a social liveliness, especially with the
face-to-face sex. I had trouble relating to char. Betty was well-heeled because
she was a line partner, and because she /was/ so formidable that I
would have been far too intimidated to even assay anything with her.
All women intimidated me to a arcdegree, but Betty topped the lean, at
least where romance was concerned. Thus it never became an yield in our
partnership.

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

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

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

`` Oh ? ``

She was mute for a few moments as we passed a couple holding
hands walking the other way. The soft roaring of running water drifted to
us as the course took us fold to the brook that ran through the park.
'' Let 's put it this way, whoremonger. In some way, Berkshire was right in his
assumptions about me. I do like to prevail. ``

`` 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 very much so, sometimes. It 's veridical difficult
when most of them wo n't even approach you. ``

`` Catch twenty-two ? ``

She sighed. `` In nigger. ``

We were hushed for some meter after that, the quiet broken only by
the speech sound of the creek. I felt bad that I might have made her
depressed, even though it was her that brought up the subject in the
initiatory place. I looked at her, but her boldness betrayed nothing. It held
the Lapplander heavy look that she always carried when dealing with patronage
topic. I felt it best not to say anything. null I could sustain said
would throw helped matters.

We continued along the slope of the brook until the creek took a
abrupt turn away from the path, and the silence returned. I happened to
expect back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my side. The
yellow-tinted twinkle briefly illuminated her legs before my fantasm fell
over them. Like the quietus of her, they appeared great and formidable.
Again, not fat ; they were simply in balance to the sleep of her. They
were still clad in the black stockings she had worn at the end of the
league earlier that day.

With the pressure of the projection deadline gone, I was starting to
see Betty in a different Inner Light. On the whole, when one got past her
declamatory stature and aura of unapproachability, she was actually fairly
attractive. If things were unlike - if I were more well-off with
women outside of a professional setting - I might regard pursuing a
relationship with her.

Suddenly the silence between us was deafening. And it was
affected, considering how well we got along together over the by 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 subject she did n't really want to pursue
anymore. What 's worse, I now had a combustion curiosity about something
that could turn out to be rather personal.

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

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

`` You do n't consume to reply 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 family relationship, I guess I was wondering what you meant. ``

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

I had n't expected her to put the ballock back in my Court. Now I knew
a little of how that Berkshire character felt. `` I guess it could mean
mickle of affair, '' I said. `` Could just mean you like to lead during a
dance. ``

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

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

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

It was too late when I realized what I had gotten myself into.
Which was dazed, because I had in the back of my mind the idea that
this may indeed be the shell 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 time 's the charm. ``

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

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

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

`` Do you date at all ? ``

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

`` Why ? ``

I shrugged, but I knew that was not going to be right enough an
answer, not from the way she was looking at me intently. `` I have
hassle relating to women, '' 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 facet of the relationship about
gone ? ``

I paused a bit to find the proper Scripture and failed. `` Different. ``

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

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

There was another round of placidity between us, but not thoroughgoing
muteness. We were reaching the other English of the park, and I could hear
dealings from the street that ran between the Park and the hotel.

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

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

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

`` How 'd you finagle that ? ``

`` What 's the big deal ? Alcohol 's not illegal in Utah, they just
regulate it more here. eatery have to give a special state license
for it, and many do n't irritate. 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 motivation in
brain. Perhaps she was indeed feeling a little lonely. In a way, I
suppose we were kindred spirits. Neither one of us could link up to the
opponent sex in a normal way. I had to acknowledge that the approximation of some
female companionship, 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 small feeding bottle of some good wine. 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 aid me get to slumber, but I did not sleep as
deeply as I would have otherwise.

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

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

And then she gave me another enigmatic smile.

Betty 's room was interchangeable to mine. It was just as roomy, as she
had used her lifelike `` negotiating acquirement '' to secure us two of the
better rooms in the hotel. As soon as I walked in, I saw the nursing bottle of
wine sitting on the nightstand next to the king-sized bed.

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

`` Very skillful selection, '' 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 open it ? ``

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

I opened the bottleful and took a bum on the sofa just as Betty
emerged from the lavatory carrying two styrofoam cupful. She was no
longer carrying her bag, and somewhere in the back of my head it
registered that I did not get a line the commode flush.

She reached the bottle in respective long pace, as if some sense of
urgency was dogging her steps. I had been about to stand and pour the
vino for her, but I decided it was best to let her run the show. I
admitted to being mystified at her sudden burst of 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 vino into the cups. With a much more loose gait, she brought the
cup over to the lounge, handing one to me and sitting down on the
shock next to mine.

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

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

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

I could definitely imbibe to that. I touched her cup with mine, and
the two of us took a long pull at the wine-coloured. Betty watched me over the
rim of her cup with heart that had a sense of expectancy to them.

By now, I had a vague feeling that something was not quite right,
but I was not able-bodied to put together all the subtle clues to see out
what was going on. Perhaps Betty was simply Sir Thomas More desperate for
fellowship than I had thought. I had the brief, wild thought that
she was hoping I was going to make some sort of advance. It only took a
moment to realize that was ridiculous. From what she had told me, it
was her that made the advance, and there was no absolved sign she intended
to do such a thing. She had to know I would turn over her down in any case.

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

I nodded. `` I 've had this vino before, '' I said. But as my clapper
shifted in my backtalk, I caught a very faint, acidic bladderwrack. I took another
sip of the wine-coloured, let it lollygag for a few seconds, and swallowed. There
it was again.

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

`` 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 psyche, that explains it. ``

`` Explains what ? ``

`` The wine-colored 's just very slightly acidic, '' I told her. `` I 've had that
encounter if the wine gets too fond. ``

`` Oh, yes, '' Betty said, looking relieved. `` I think I might take in 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 vino. '' To prove
my detail, I took another long sip.

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

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

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

`` Now that 's an exclusion. You always make an exception for a just
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 return that you did. ``

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

It was something of a sculptural relief to hear her say that. I had had
interchangeable cerebration, though virtually likely for unlike reasons. To me,
technologist and guest supporting never mixed. They could n't ; their order of business,
their focus, was just too different.

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

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

`` Oh ? ``

`` Business is a little different. I 'm naturally aggressive in the
incarnate Earth, but as for actual domination, I tend to lend oneself that
strictly to issue of sex. ``

I had finished about half the cup of wine already. I found it gentle
to drink fast when I was talking with someone at the same clip, as I
tended to concentrate on the conversation and pass on my drinking to
automatic pilot. I was feeling a footling flushed, like the stock was rushing
to my capitulum. I did not retrieve I had had enough to make me feel like this,
but perhaps it was because the tautness had lifted.

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

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

I felt a horse sense of vague soreness below the waist and shifted in
my seat automatically to fix it. `` I apologize for asking you such a
sensitive interrogation in the kickoff blank space, '' I said, still having a gumption
that I needed to expiate for pursuing the topic.

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

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

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

As I downed the lastly of the wine, I was fully aware that something
was indeed haywire. I shifted in my seat as that sense of irritation and
stringency came over me. Things moved in just the ripe way to alarm me
to just what the trouble was. For the by few minute of arc I had been very
slowly gaining an erection, and the way I had moved in my seat released
the pressure enough to earmark it to complete its expansion, a long, tough
bulge in the fork of my pants.

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

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

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

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

I nodded vaguely. Perhaps in that time my erection would abate.
I 've sometimes woken up laborious, or had a item bumpy route induce
one, but they generally went away in a instant or so.

Yet instead, if anything, it seemed to get harder. I could palpate the
pulse of my heartbeat in the shaft where it pressed against my skin.
Generally it took a great deal of arousal to get me that way.

`` Are you uncomfortable ? '' Betty asked.

`` No, not really. ``

`` That 's surprising. most men would if they were that stiff. ``

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

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

I struggled to understand what was going on. `` Huh ? That does n't
make sensory faculty. And I have to narrate you, I do n't call back ... I do n't remember we
could ... ''

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

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

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

`` That makes even LE sensory faculty. 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 instant. Finally I managed to put it all
together. Closing the door of the lav ; no toilet flower ; her rush
to pour the wine-coloured out into the cups before I could see the inside of
them ; the acidic aftertaste in the wine.

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

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

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

`` It 's not Viagra, '' she said. `` It 's something else. An before,
somewhat more unrefined drug. But it wo n't harm you. ``

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

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

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

Betty smiled. `` There 's another way around the problem. If you have
an acute enough coming, you can suffer the erection for a light time.
Have sufficiency of them, and you 'll yield your cock enough of a rest to
avoid damage. ``

I rose to my animal foot. The cotton of my briefs rubbed the underside of
my shaft in a provocative way. `` Then I 'll return to my elbow room and ...
take care of that. ``

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

I knew what the in good order thing to do was. The right thing was to leave
her hotel room immediately and head straight over to the infirmary. As
embarrassing as it might be, it was what I should do. And then scream the
police and account Betty for what she had done to me.

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

`` I only had the two lozenge with me that I gave you, '' Betty said in a
pragmatic voice. `` And I 'm not telling you the figure of the drug.
The infirmary wo n't be able-bodied to treat you without knowing which drug it
was. And it could consider an minute or two to test you, Sir Thomas More if they have to
transmit out to a lab, which they probably would in a rinky-dink petty
town like this. ``

I turned back to her. I looked at her, with her self-assured,
relaxed position on the sofa, and that smile that could send off shivers
down the spikelet of even the secure and most willful man. I tried to
summon up hatred for her, or anger, but neither was fast to amount to
me. `` So that was the whole aim of inviting me for a drink ? '' I
asked. `` To realize me have sex with you ? ``

I wanted her to express mirth at me. I wanter her to chagrin me right
then and there, and render me an alibi, a understanding to get 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 health as she had, but I
found it hard 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 life sentence, '' she said. `` I intimidate them, I
control 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 answer. What was more telling, however, was the
fact that I did not rush to deny what she had said.

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

Off came her blouse first. Two massive breasts swelled under a bra
that had to be at least an E-cup and 40 to 42 inch around. Even then
it looked like they were threatening to spill out the side of meat and top.
Her torso was chummy, but her tummy flat.

Her doll slipped off her wide, flesh out hips. Her stockings came to
midway up her thigh, where a supporter belt ammunition held them up. Her panties
were a humble trilateral over her crotch.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts rolled out of
her cupful, each movement of her body causing them to ripple. The teat
were quite turgid and prominent, standing out erect, the darker peel
around them slightly puckered.

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

Finally, she removed her stockings. Some women often appear to have
bully pegleg, only to witness that their stockings were covering a battalion
of imperfections. Not so with Betty. Her peg were suave as silk.

Now completely naked, she stood right in movement of me. `` Tell me,
Saint John, '' she said softly. `` Do you opine you could bring yourself to tinct
me now ? ``

I stared. If I had n't been hard because of the drug she had fed me,
I would feature been by then. She was stunning. I would never throw
imagined that such a magnificent body lie beneath her business suits.
Her eubstance completely redefined beauty. No fashion modelling could be built
like her and expect to have a life history. But then no style model could
boast having so much more of everything that makes a woman a woman.
Betty had the solidness, the comportment, that other womanhood lacked.

I wanted to allude her, if for no other ground that to make indisputable she
was tangible. I could have. It would have been a simply issue to just
set up my hand and place it on her hip, or cup one of her titty, or
caress her ass, or slide it between her legs.

But I could not contribute myself to do it.

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

I shook my head.

`` Do you love why ? ``

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

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

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

`` Do you find ashamed ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

`` In general, anything I tell you to, '' she replied firmly. `` right wing
now, I want you to ask off your clothes while I fetch a few affair. ``

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

Betty, meanwhile, went to the walk-in closet and returned with a
expectant satchel that she placed on the bed. She withdrew a pair of burnished
metallic element manacle from the satchel, which she casually swung from one
fingerbreadth as she watched me strip.

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

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

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

`` Impatient to start ? ``

`` You might say that. ``

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

I complied. She took one of my wrists in a very substantial clench and
snapped one handcuff closed around it with the metallic zipper-like
sound of the lock chamber finding its soused fit. She did the Lapp with my
early carpus. I noticed something odd, however, when she let go of me.
There was a lot more play in the Chain than I thought there would be.

`` Do n't change by reversal 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
moment I panicked and thought she was about to strangle me, but it
turned out to be a catch of some sort. Then she pulled on the range of mountains on
the handcuff, forcing me to lift my wrists and bend my blazonry until they
were halfway up my dorsum. Something tugged on the back of my collar,
pressing it against my throat. The insistency increased when she let go.
She had attached something between the spine of the collar and the
handcuffs.

`` That 's a piddling 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 prison term, '' she said. `` Why did n't
you ? ``

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

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

`` What are you going to do ? ``

`` You 're not to wonder me, '' she said. `` Or I may make up one's mind to punish
you. ``

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

`` paste your legs apart. ``

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

`` Shut up. ``

She had not raised her voice, nor had she put any ire into her
spokesperson. She had used the same check but firm whole tone she had been. Yet
it could not hold been more effective if she had screamed it at the top
of her lungs.

From her satchel she retrieved two leather shoulder strap with warp and
midst electric cord attached. She wrapped a shoulder strap around each ankle joint and tied the
unleash end of the electric cord to the leg of the bed on that side, pulling it
taut. As she did this, she pulled my pegleg a niggling promote 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 several brass
rings, varying in size from two to three inch in diameter. Each had a
hinge so that it opened on the opposite English, where a hold could keep
it closed. A thin Sir Ernst Boris Chain also lay in her hand.

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

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

I refrained from comment, at least until she showed me what the
finish 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 principal weight in her palm before
me. `` Allow me to attest. ``

It was then that I truly felt how helpless I was. I could only
watch as she carefully hooked the weighting to the justify end of the chain.
She slowly let her hand drop, and the weight tugged unmercifully on the
ring. I winced, expecting to feel as if she had just kicked me in the
balls. Instead, it stopped just short of that. I felt like my orchis
were about to root for free from my body, but the pressure sensation on them, and the
angle at which it was applied, was not enough to bruise them.

`` Can you finger how your balls are pulled away from your consistence ? '' 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 longer it takes you to get to orgasm, the
more outstanding it is. '' She smiled evilly. `` Perhaps you need more of a
presentment. ``

She stood off to the slope. Her hand reached down and pressed my
phallus against my belly. I moaned softly at her touch, realizing how
often I had been craving it from the start. She used two fingers to
vigorously get me right at the most sensitive spot about a third
the way down the beam from the head. I normally did not handle for this
kind of hand job ; it was over with too quickly. I felt myself rise up very
quickly to climax.

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

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

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

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

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

If this had been an minute ago, and I was simply asked level blank to
participate in this, I would never receive done it. But once I allowed
myself to be drawn into it, it seemed so cancel as to be frightening.

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

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

`` Yes ... ''

`` Say it. ``

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

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

`` You own my peter. ``

`` And since I own it, '' she said in a gentle voice. She stopped
stimulating me, letting my penis drib until it was standing straight
out from my consistency. Her finger's breadth caressed my testicles, the skin taut from
the tug of the system of weights. She reached down and grasped the Chain, pulling
on it so that I no longer felt the drag. `` I 'm not obligated to produce you
cum when you want. I 'll seduce you cum when /I/ want. ``

At no point in my life had I been so desperate to have my penis
touched. A alight touch for just a few seconds would have been enough to
send me over at that moment. The realization hit me knockout who was in
dominance now, and that I had given it to her.

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

`` It 's ... it 's still very intemperate to accommodate. ``

`` No need. You already have. ``

She let the Chain gaffe 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 credit card egg
about two column inch in length, with a wire snaking out of one end of it
that led first to a switch and then to a transformer. Two leather
strap were also attached to the egg.

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

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

`` You do n't feature a choice, '' Betty said. `` You /will/ postulate it, and
you 'll aim it for as hanker as I want. In the meantime, you 're to please
me. ``

She picked up the footrest that sat future to the chest of drawers and placed
it in battlefront of me. She stepped onto it, and all at once my prospect was
filled with her monolithic bosom. I could smack a faint perfume from her
skin, a combination of her perfume and perspiration. The nipple on
each breast were even more spectacular than before, standing at to the lowest degree a
half-inch erect.

For a mo, my predicament was forgotten. She grabbed the hair in
the vertebral column of my principal and pushed her left breast into my human face. I could n't
breathe for a few second base, until my mouth found her teat and my lips
closed around it. She then relented enough for me to draw in breathing time
through my nose.

I sucked lightly and drew more of her into my mouth, filling it
with the slightly salty taste of her peel. I heard her moan softly. I
licked at the pap, still astonished by how gravid it was. I could
actually restrain it firmly between my back talk, flicking at the tip with my
tongue.

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

I drew it into my mouth again, squeezed it tightly with my lips
curled over my dentition. 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 backrest of my mouth.

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

I should have realized from the commencement what she wanted. She did
aught halfway. She experienced everything to the extreme. Despite her
desire to reign me ( and now, as I slowly admitted to myself, my
desire to be dominated ), she wanted it rough.

I sucked her mamilla into my mouthpiece again, and as I let it go this
meter, I let my bare teeth just lightly enamour it. With a quick twitching of
my jaw, I gave her a small bite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` Which means ? ``

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

Betty 's grinning turned more favorable. `` You impressed me with your
accomplishment. I think that deserves a minuscule wages. ``

I had thought that it meant she was going to simply lift the weightiness
and let me climax. Instead, she turned off the vibrator - which was
something of a small stand-in in its own right - and removed it from my
penis. Then to my surprise, she knelt in front of me and took my penis
into her mouth.

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

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

The offset pounding were so vivid they seemed to reach up into my
belly, and I felt a slight twinge of pain in the ass in my PC muscle with each
throbbing. Betty pressed her fingerbreadth hard in a spot just short of my anus,
and I nearly fell over from the volume of the convulsions of my
prostate. I felt myself shoot load after loading of come into Betty 's
mouth, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Each time, just before
she drew back to swallow up, her mouth clamped around my phallus hard,
coaxing it to gift up more.

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

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

I took a few bit to trip up my breath. Every muscleman in my body
seemed to ache. `` Good God Almighty, 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 sigh of relief. `` Good. I 'm not so for certain I could take that
again, no thing how pleasant it ultimately was. ``

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

I looked down again. My penis appeared to own already stopped
softening. It was hanging in a United States Department of 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 mentum so I was looking into her optic. The contained a compassion
tempered by mischievousness. `` I will resign you, except for your
handcuffs, so you can stretch a bit. ``

Betty released the cuff around my ankles and removed the apprehension
and connecting chain to my manacle. My legs screamed in pain when I
tried to proceed them at first, having stiffened from being locked in
situation for so long. My arms also hurt when I unbent them as much as
the cuff would set aside, which was enough to unfold the sinew a
bit since there was some play in the chain connecting the cuffs.

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

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

`` We 'll need to wait a piddling bit before you 're gear up to reply
again, '' Betty said. She sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her
legs wide. As I had noticed before, her crotch was completely hairless,
not even so practically as stubble present. The labia were perfectly formed,
and as she spread herself, I could clearly see her glistening clit,
swollen and extended, magnanimous on her than on most women, which seemed to
be very apropos for her. `` In the meantime, I have another way in which
you can please me. Come here. ``

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

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

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

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

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

I responded by thrusting my clapper into her vagina as far as it
would go. When I slid it over her clitoris again, it carried a deep
coating of her fluids. She pressed my face into her mound more firmly,
causing her fluids to asperse over my lips and nose. The secure aroma of
her sex filled my nostril, overwhelming my senses.

Despite how much is written about it, it is actually quite
hard to take a woman 's clitoris into the mouth. virtually are simply
not large enough, or do not protrude enough. Betty 's, however, was
unlike. I could accept it between my lips and suck it into my mouth
and manoeuvre with it with the tip of my tongue, all of which brought
approving from Betty in the form of late moan and shudders.

Betty had to be the most sensuous charwoman I had ever met. Previous
mate - the few that I had had - never vocalized or responded as
strongly as she. I used to recollect that it was because my execution had
been lackluster, which had only served to make dealing with fair sex
harder. But perhaps I simple had not met the right woman.

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

Her whole trunk seemed to toss, and her legs threatened to clamp
around my head. And like with everything else, she did not experience
her sexual climax halfway, either. Her intact trunk rocked with her throbs,
which I could feel as tangible muscular contraction in her vagina. I teased her
clit lightly through her flood tide, which made her quiver again.

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

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

Betty propped herself up enough so that she could calculate at my side
and smirked. `` You may voice pretty low-keyed about it, but you look like
the cat that ate the canary. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Betty grinned. `` Oh ? Why ? ``

`` No woman wants me that badly. ``

`` But have you been looking for the correct cleaning lady ? ``

It was uncanny that I had only been thinking that myself just a
little while ago. But then the other entailment of what she had said
came to me. `` Wait a minute ... you had been planning this for some sentence
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 to a lesser extent, '' she said with a knowingly coup d'oeil. `` But this is the first time
I did it on the sly. I did n't desire to put on the line rejection. ``

She meant it. For all her aggression and scattergun approach to
love affair and sex, I could see in her facial expression that she would have been very
harm if I had turned her down.

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

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

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

I was n't sure how to answer 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 human relationship with cleaning lady on
a level that just does n't work for you. I want you with a woman that
will appreciate you. ``

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

`` Will it mean more nighttime like this ? '' I asked with a cold-shoulder smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

I do n't know how she had done it, but she had managed to convert
the door of the closet into a torture device. I hung upside down with
my back against the room access, my legs spread, each mortise joint wrapped in heavyset
leather restraint. 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 principal column inch from the floor. The metal ring was clamped
around my testicles once again, its chain also disappearing over the
top of the threshold and secured so that it was as taut as when the weights
were on it ( which made me desire that the strap on my ankles did not
break ! ).

But this was not the rack up 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 clip, however, this was a blessing. A rubber electron tube
had been attached to my crotch such that the head word of my member was
snugly inside it. The other end of the tube was in my mouth, attached
to a ring gag that kept my mouth forced open. The thermionic valve, though
flexible, had been cut to just the right size so that it was pulled
straight.

The most get thing about this is that it took her no more than
a one-half time of day to set up.

Betty had left me like this for awhile, until, I imaged, the
stimulation of my phallus was driving me dotty again. Now a saw her come
into view, placing the step stool next to me. She was carrying a
plastic ruler that she slapped loudly against her manus as she gave me a
malevolent grin.

She reached around the spinal column of the door, still watching me. I felt
her tweak the chain that was attached to my ballock annulus, feeling its
tug against my genital organ. For an instant I thought she had sent me
over, for my member throbbed once, and I braced myself. But nothing came
down the tube into my mouth.

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

The view of that sent a quiver through my body.

`` Or ... '' She climbed on the step stool. She lightly caressed the
bottom of my left foot with a recession of the rule, making me squirm.
When this only served to mess with the tension on the chain, allowing
my penis to give another half-throb, I relented. `` Or I can point you how
using the foot instead of the ass is a far more effective signifier of
spanking. ``

I groaned. With the apparatus in my mouth I could not contribute her a
coherent response. This gave new meaning to the words `` caught between a
John Rock and a concentrated place ''.

Betty suddenly gave the orchis of my left substructure a smacking with the apartment
of the ruler, giving resounding crack and causing a abbreviated flare of
pain. The stinging genius lingered for a few seconds before fading.
'' Think you could stand that ? ``

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

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

I shook my head.

`` Ten slaps with the swayer, '' she said. `` Still reckon you 're hunky-dory with
it ? ``

I nodded again.

`` How about twenty ? ``

I nodded.

`` Thirty ? ``

Betty wielded the swayer and delivered ten quickly blows to the fundament
of my left foundation, about twice as severely as her inaugural work stoppage. My body
jerked, causing the chain to pull Thomas More at my bollock this clip rather
than less. For a brief present moment I was sure as shooting they were going to be ripped
from my body. This time the bunko game lingered and did not fade.

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

I swallowed and nodded, my heart racing.

She grinned. `` How about fifty ? ``

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

She struck the arse of my substructure with the ruler ten more times. She
did not do them as quickly this time, but she used more force out. When she
was done, the underside of my foot felt raw and pinnace, and it hurt even
just to jiggle my toes.

In the aroused rushing that had accompanied the approximation of having a
hanker term relationship with a womanhood, something that I had only dreamed
of before this, I had forgotten that Betty had the capacity to be
cruel. After all, she did skid me an essentially dangerous drug. I
believe her when she says she really did not want to hurt me ; even what
she was doing to me now would pass.

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

`` The foot is an pose thing, really, '' Betty said. She traced the
edge of the swayer down the underside of my foot, which still tickled
despite the infliction. `` It feels so much worse than it is. The skin is
barely even red. ``

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

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

I looked at the apparatus around my penis warily. Despite the fact
that the ring and chain held my testicles as tightly as it had a few
moments before, I felt like I was edging airless to climax. It was as
excruciating a feeling as before. Part of me wanted desperately the
relief of orgasm. Most of me, however, did not want to dish out with the
consequences.

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

I shook my head.

Ten more lashes at my foot. Now I could feel tear trickling out of
the recess of my eye.

`` You may be interest to have it away, '' 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
regretful I can do ? '' She paused and gave a shark-like grinning. `` Probably not,
if I put my mind to it. ``

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

She tickled the bottom of my pes again. `` 20 more ? ``

I nodded and squeezed my eyes tightly shut in anticipation.

When nothing 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 Lapplander with your left wing. After that,
it will still be a fifty-fifty hazard as to whether you eat your cum or
not. '' She grinned. `` I was going to flip a coin. ``

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

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

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

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

I swallowed, albeit with some difficulty. She reached over and
unstrapped the ring gag from around my head, slipping it off. My jaw
ached considerably when I tried to move it again, but it was a stand-in
to be exempt of the infernal thing. `` Does this mean you have a change of
warmness about ... this ? '' I asked, my eyes flicking briefly to the tube.

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

I swallowed again, which brought a brief twinge of botheration, as it had
dried out from my mouth having been keep open open for some clock time. She wanted
an honest answer from me. This did not sound like a joke or constituent 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 dominant do not supply to such asking 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 impertinent man. ``

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

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

`` Right now ? ``

`` Right now. ``

There was a farsighted second of secrecy as I contemplated this. `` What if
I were to tell you 'no'? ``

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

She had it all along ! I should stimulate been raging at her, but I
instead admired her for her compassionateness. `` I 'll bet you would throw given
it to me other if I had refused to go along with this. ``

She nodded slightly.

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

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

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

`` I always am dangerous, John. You 'd best remember that. count it
validation 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 rule :

`` linguistic rule one : You never match your prick, as it is my property and I 'll
make up one's mind what 's done with it.

`` dominion two : When you 're at home, you 're not to get into clothes of any
kind.

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

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

Betty grinned. `` Why, only the best sexual climax that any man could ever
dream of enjoying. I 've only shown you a very modest number of ways. And
a sincere hope that I intend to demonstrate you how much I appreciate you,
and that I will never punish you without damn good reason. ``

On one degree, I knew I was a tomfool for believing her so easily. I
had not known her tenacious enough to show that sort of corporate trust. Yet at
the like time, there was something about her, something about what I
felt when I looked into her oculus. Those eyes held a tenderness in abrupt
demarcation to the rest period of her. She needed me as much as I felt I needed
her.

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

`` I agree, '' I told her.

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

The stimulation in my penis did not take long to make 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 give 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 hand dropped away from
the door. `` Which means I can leave behind you like this for a little while
longer. I can anticipate your climax as long as I like, if it pleases
me. Would you like me to do that, John ? ``

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

This prison term, 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 traverse climax, I want to see what happens when you cum. ``
Her arm moved so abruptly, I was not for certain at first what she was doing,
but the adjacent second, all the tension in the chain of mountains attached to the
testis ring was gone.

My penis exploded into an orgasm as intense as the go. respective
magnanimous tender globs dropped squarely into my oral fissure and onto my tongue, and
the sharp olfactory property filled my nostrils when I exhaled, making my tum
churn. I tried to swallow to get the clobber out of my mouth, but my
pharynx had dried too a great deal, and it was hard to swallow effectively with
my mouth forced open.

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

Betty waited until the last of my climax had faded and my phallus
started to soften, a little debauched than before. She knelt by my headland
again and placed her fingers on the strap holding my ringing gag. `` When I
slay this, '' she said, `` You 're to keep your oral cavity shut, and when you
can, take back every drop in your oral cavity. You 're not to spew any of it
out, or I punish you again. Do you understand ? ``

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 cough without spitting, and tried again. It felt a short slimy in my
mouth, which set my stomach churning again. Finally, however, I got
most of it down, but there was a loiter aftertaste and stickiness.

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

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

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

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

`` Ah, much considerably. You are indeed a debauched apprentice ... ''



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

I was stretched out diagonally across the bed. My wrists had been
secured to a bedpost flanking the headboard, while my ankle joint had been
lashed tightly together and secured to the bedpost diagonally opposite
the first. Attached to the end of the chain of my testicle ring was a
high-tension fountain, the other end of which was wrapped around the Saami
bedpost to which my articulatio talocruralis were tied.

Betty straddled my articulatio coxae, the mighty muscles in her legs squeezing
my physical structure briefly in a show of strength. My penis ached from what it had
endured that eve, yet I had another strong erection which glistened
from the liberal amount of money of oil that she had slathered over it. It must
have been for my welfare, as I could literally smell out how aroused she
was, despite the fact that her face betrayed nothing but calm.

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

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

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

`` I would not dream of it. ``

Betty angled her hips down and tend forward. I felt my member
showtime to permeate her as she slowly slid backwards. I moaned softly as
I felt it encounter a fair sum of resistance as it entered. This
amount of tightness in her pussy could not make been natural.

When I was fully inside her, she carefully straightened up. The
want of any fuzz in her crotch made it soft to see my penis buried
inside of her, only about a quarter inch 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
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 hips by just an in or two. Her
traction was so strong that it nearly lifted me off the bed by my penis ! I
gasped when I thought that she was about to draw 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 clutches enough to force me inside her, then clamped tightly around it
again.

`` Good Godhead ... '' 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 woman. Instead, the roles are reversed. ``

Without warned, she started to come down forward. I was sure she was
going to injure me by landing right on top of me, but at the utmost
minute her hired hand slapped loudly against the mattress on either incline of
my promontory. Muscles tensed and stood out on her arm. Her large breasts
brushed my dresser in a most titillating way, making me forget my reverence for the
moment.

Betty eased her grip on me slightly, enough to countenance her to slide
her pelvic arch back and Forth River. Nevertheless, each prison term she slid forward, she
tightened her muscularity and pulled hard at my penis until it hurt.

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

`` I 'm going to make you tone your own PC muscularity, '' Betty said.
'' Consider this your first recitation. ``

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

I felt myself building quickly to orgasm as well. The problem I
always had with intercourse was it made me get there too soon, leaving
me satisfied and my mate 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 weightiness 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 yard. Her breasts ballooned just under my chin ; if I
had angled my head down, I could take in touched them with my tongue.

Betty was breathing heavily now. Her vaginal muscles were
repeatedly tightening and loosening. The combining of the oil and her
copious lubrication made my penis playground slide more easily. Suddenly she
gasped, clutched me tightly, burying her nous in my berm, hips
working frantically, breath held.

She cried out loudly in my ear, and her wholly body shuddered. Her
PC sinew pinched my phallus sharply near the capitulum, making it throb a few
fourth dimension despite the tintinnabulation. I could feel the throbbing of her orgasm as
rhythmic pulses from her vaginal muscular tissue. Finally, she moaned loudly
and went limp, her full weight pressed on top of me, momentarily
forcing the jazz from me.

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

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

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

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

I managed a weakly smiling. `` You said yourself I was a fast learner. ``

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

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

`` That 's rectify, it 's mine. And I choose to use it to please 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 testicle. `` That 's intimately. Now, let 's see if
/my/ cock 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 set to go again within minutes. It did not
take up her long to begin humping faster and faster, driving herself to
another potent orgasm that left her sweaty and heaving, and my penis
aching and desperate for relief.

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

I had to wonder if this was intentional ; these footling morale- and
ego-boosting comment now and then, or if it were genuine affection she
was showing for me. Her philia was subtle, but it was there. You
just had to hump where to look for it.

She smiled at me, and this sentence I could definitely sense the
affection. `` You 've been very in force. You deserve another advantage. ``

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

She turned, and that bowel movement alone nearly sent me over. She humped
no more than three clip before I started throbbing, spewing my ejaculate
inside her. I groaned loudly as her musculus tightened again and seemed
to prolong my orgasm. When it did start to fade, she loosened her hold,
but never relinquished it completely even as I started to spring up flaccid.

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

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

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

The thought of sleep reminded me how commonplace I was going to be once the
adrenaline bang had worn off completely. `` I do n't cerebrate I 'll be able to
sleep in restraints, '' I said gently.

Betty smiled and nodded. `` I know. I 'll off 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 first line of work trip I 've ever
been on that I actually enjoyed. ``

Betty smiled broadly, her centre 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
enjoy what is happening to you. ``

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

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


END