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I walked out of the restaurant to receive that the heating of the
southwest desert plain stitch had quickly dissipated after sunset. A sullen sky
filled with cold-blooded pinpricks of light allowed the mantle of furnace-hot
air to rise and disperse. In the thinner air of the high altitudes,
little of the day 's warmth would be left by daybreak, and I would want a
jacket if I wanted to stay out in it. As it was, it was just
comfortable.

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

`` I 'm coming, lav. ``

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 trouble running my embodied notice through the
machine, '' she said, still holding the credit card in her hand.

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

Betty frowned and shook her psyche after putting the carte du jour back in her
pocketbook and her wallet into her handbag. `` He got busy signals. Yours would
have had the same trouble. ``

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

She gave a wave of dismissal. `` No need, it 's been taken upkeep of. ``

The tone of her voice made me leery. I had been working on
this project with her for the last three month, and in that time I
learned a lot about her mannerisms. `` Oh ? And just how did you do that ? ``
I asked, the smirk on my grimace and spirit of entertainment in my vox most
likely suggesting to her that I already had an idea.

Sure enough, she gave me an enigmatical grinning and drew herself erect.
This was no trivial subject. Betty was a magnanimous woman. Not fat. Large.
Nearly six foundation marvellous, big-boned, matron-bosomed, with black, frizzed
hair that surrounded her chief 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 appealingness to convince him to use the older
course credit card 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
to a greater extent damage. Honestly, I ca n't subscribe to you anywhere. ``

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

We must birth looked the odd pair. She easily topped six inch over
me. Thin-boned and skimpy, I normally thought I looked pretty levelheaded and
fit, but next to her I was positively scrawny. It had led to some
humorous moments during the group discussion. `` Hey, Betty, did I tell you
what, um, what 's his epithet, the one that looked like a frog ... ''

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

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

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

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

`` You 're abominable with public figure, you know that ? ``

`` Hey, what do I have sex ? I 'm a programmer and engineer, not public
relations. Why 'd they think they saddled you with me to make the
presentation in the low gear place ? ``

A breeze blew up as we passed the side of the hotel, bringing a
recondite night chill. I felt a quiver 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, acquirement, and leveraging. I
relied on her for far more than just remembering names on this business
trip.

`` Oh, I do n't roll in the hay, '' 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 huge compliment.
'' I /know/ why he thought we were married, '' I said with a smiling. `` He
pictured me as the henpecked husband and you as the domineering wife. ``

Betty laughed, sounding loud as it echoed across the commons that sat
between the eatery and the hotel on the early side. Rather than
walking to the corner and down the sidewalk along the adjacent side,
she started down one of the winding itinerary in the park. I did n't bother
pointing this out to her. She did naught without a understanding. `` Now how
could he possibly get that approximation ? '' she asked.

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

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

`` Yeah, but I would have been lost trying to deal with all our
clients on top of the managing director from the regional federal agency. Not to
mention you helped beat off the wolves when I got to the really
controversial proposal of marriage. ``

She shrugged nonchalantly. `` Business is line of work. And sometimes
people have to be told what 's practiced 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 company 'd be half-baked not to recognize it. ``

The conversation fell silent between us for a light while. The commons
was largely deserted. It was not terribly late at nighttime, but this character
of southerly Utah was not known for its night life. The relief of Utah
was n't exactly a social hot point either.

We did find one former couple in the parkland. A really match, not two
people that happened to be next to each other. They were seated on a
bench in the swarthiness between two next street lamps, quietly
cuddling.

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

`` Oh ? ``

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

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

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

That was the kickoff time I had heard her express mail any kind of
personal feelings towards me. I had naturally assumed that we were
getting alone well simply from deficiency of evidence to the opposite. Betty
was very honest at letting you know when you were doing something to
annoy her, but slacken to advert when you 're doing something nice. `` Thank
you, '' I said. `` The feeling is definitely common. Although I 'll be happy
to be back. ``

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

`` Have mortal to go back to ? ``

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

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

I blinked, still nonplussed by her dubiousness. `` schoolma'am ? ``

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

I could have pointed out that that Nox was not the start clock 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 here and now. ``

I had hoped she would leave it at that, but trying to get Betty to
stop doing something was like trying to arrest a bullet with a piece 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 leave behind it at that. Truth be
told, I did not take much of a societal life, especially with the
paired sex. I had problem relating to cleaning woman. Betty was easy because
she was a line of work partner, and because she /was/ so unnerving that I
would own been far too intimidated to even attempt anything with her.
All women intimidated me to a grade, but Betty topped the list, at
least where romance was concerned. Thus it never became an issue in our
partnership.

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

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

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

`` Oh ? ``

She was silent for a few minute as we passed a pair holding
hands walking the other way. The easygoing roar of running piss 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 shipway, Berkshire was right in his
assumption about me. I do like to dominate. ``

`` Then I would guess 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 lots so, sometimes. It 's rattling severely
when well-nigh of them wo n't even approach you. ``

`` Catch twenty-two ? ``

She sighed. `` In spades. ``

We were quiet for some time after that, the silence broken only by
the audio of the creek. I felt bad that I might take made her
depressed, even though it was her that brought up the topic in the
number one place. I looked at her, but her face betrayed nothing. It held
the same hard look that she always carried when dealing with business
matters. I felt it full not to say anything. Nothing I could have said
would have helped matters.

We continued along the position of the creek until the creek took a
shrill turn away from the way, and the silence returned. I happened to
await back at Betty as a street lamp passed on my side. The
yellow-tinted light briefly illuminated her stage before my shadow fell
over them. Like the residuum of her, they appeared big and formidable.
Again, not fat ; they were simply in ratio to the sleep of her. They
were still clad in the nigrify stockings she had worn at the end of the
league earlier that day.

With the atmospheric pressure of the project deadline gone, I was starting to
see Betty in a different light. On the whole, when one got past her
large stature and aura of unapproachability, she was actually fairly
attractive. If things were different - if I were more well-heeled with
charwoman outside of a professional setting - I might consider pursuing a
kinship with her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now that oracular grin of hers crossed her side, the sort of
smile that could make people cringe. Sometimes it even made me nervous.
'' What do /you/ think it means, John the Divine ? ``

I had n't expected her to put the bollock back in my court. Now I knew
a picayune of how that Berkshire character felt. `` I guess it could think of
portion of thing, '' 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
decisions. You know, about where you go on a engagement. ``

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

It was too previous when I realized what I had gotten myself into.
Which was dazed, because I had in the dorsum of my head 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 one-third clip 's the good luck charm. ``

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

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

I should have expected that. `` indisputable. ``

`` Do you appointment at all ? ``

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

`` Why ? ``

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

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

I paused a moment to find the correctly words and failed. `` Different. ``

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

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

There was another bout of quiet between us, but not sodding
secretiveness. We were reaching the early position of the car park, and I could hear
traffic from the street that ran between the park and the hotel.

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

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

She smirked. `` Of course, silly, what else would I have in mind ? ``

`` How 'd you manage that ? ``

`` What 's the big peck ? alcoholic drink 's not illegal in Beehive State, they just
regularise it more here. eatery have to have a special DoS permission
for it, and many do n't bother. You just looked annoyed earlier when you
found you could n't get a drink at dinner. ``

I considered. I knew that she might have had another need in
mind. Perhaps she was indeed feeling a petty lonely. In a way, I
suppose we were kindred feel. Neither one of us could relate to the
diametrical sex in a normal way. I had to admit that the theme of some
distaff companionship, even just for a nightcap, was an appealing idea.
Not to mention being able to get off the Mormon State government-imposed wagon.
'' What have you got ? ``

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

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

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

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

And then she gave me another enigmatic smile.

Betty 's room was similar to mine. It was just as spacious, as she
had used her natural `` negotiating acquirement '' to ensure us two of the
better suite in the hotel. As soon as I walked in, I saw the nursing bottle of
wine-colored sitting on the nightstand next to the king-sized bed.

Betty strode over to it, grabbed it from the board and presented it
to me. I automatically took it into my hired hand. It was Lambrusco, a
relatively inexpensive voiced Italian wine-colored. It was quite skillful ; in fact,
it happened to be one of my favorites.

`` Very salutary 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 open it ? ``

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

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

She reached the bottle in several tenacious pace, as if some sense of
urgency was dogging her stone's throw. I had been about to resist and pour the
wine for her, but I decided it was best to let her run the show. I
admitted to being mystified at her sudden flare-up 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 relaxed pace, she brought the
loving cup over to the sofa, handing one to me and sitting down on the
cushion next to mine.

`` Not a great deal to be said for the intro, I 'm sure, '' Betty
commented with a grin.

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

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

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

By now, I had a vague feeling that something was not quite rightfulness,
but I was not capable to put together all the subtle clue to forecast out
what was going on. Perhaps Betty was simply 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
here and now to realize that was ridiculous. From what she had told me, it
was her that made the advance, and there was no unclouded mark she intended
to do such a matter. She had to know I would turn her down in any case.

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

I nodded. `` I 've had this wine before, '' I said. But as my tongue
shifted in my lip, I caught a very swoon, acidic tang. I took another
sip of the wine, let it linger for a few second gear, and swallowed. There
it was again.

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

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

`` I 've had it for a few years. 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
bump 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. '' To test
my point, I took another retentive sip.

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

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

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

`` Now that 's an exclusion. You always make an exception for a right
Margarita. ``

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

`` I ca n't recollect that you did. ``

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

It was something of a relief to try her say that. I had had
similar thoughts, though nigh likely for unlike ground. To me,
applied scientist and client reenforcement never mixed. They could n't ; their agendas,
their focusing, was just too different.

`` I would throw thought, though, that you might have seen an
vantage. You could suffer easily taken utter control of the project.
Is n't that more your nature anyway, to reign. ``

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

`` Oh ? ``

`` Business is a lilliputian different. I 'm naturally aggressive in the
incorporated existence, but as for genuine mastery, I tend to apply that
strictly to matters of sex. ``

I had finished about half the cup of wine-coloured already. I found it easy
to toast fast when I was talking with someone at the same clip, as I
tended to focus on the conversation and pass on my drinking to
autopilot. I was feeling a little flushed, like the lineage was rushing
to my drumhead. I did not suppose I had had enough to make me feel like this,
but perhaps it was because the tension had lifted.

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

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

I felt a sense of undefined discomfort below the waist and shifted in
my derriere automatically to fix it. `` I apologize for asking you such a
sensitive question in the first place, '' I said, still having a sense
that I needed to atone for pursuing the topic.

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

`` wellspring, yes, but you did n't throw 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 foresightful wrench of my wine-colored, getting down to nearly the end.
Perhaps it would be best to simply finish it off and get back to my
room.

`` Do n't worry too practically about me in that regard, '' Betty said. `` I 'm
going to remediate that problem quite soon. ``

As I downed the death of the vino, I was fully aware that something
was indeed amiss. I shifted in my seat as that sense of discomfort and
tightness came over me. matter moved in just the decently way to alarm me
to just what the job was. For the past few transactions I had been very
slowly gaining an hard-on, and the way I had moved in my seat released
the insistence enough to allow it to nail its expansion, a yearn, hard
bulge in the crotch of my pants.

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

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

Did she experience already ? My knickers were fairly dark-coloured ; unless I
brought attention to it, she might not see it. `` Oh, aught. I was just
thinking maybe I should get back to my room. ``

`` Maybe stoppage just a few proceedings longer, '' Betty said. `` At to the lowest degree until
I finish my vino. ``

I nodded vaguely. Perhaps in that metre my erection would abate.
I 've sometimes woken up hard, or had a particular bumpy road induce
one, but they generally went away in a hour or so.

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

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

Betty finished off the last-place 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 sense. And I have to severalize you, I do n't suppose ... I do n't recall we
could ... ''

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

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

`` Then you 'll take in that erection for the next eight hour. ``

`` 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 s. Finally I managed to put it all
together. Closing the doorway of the bathroom ; no toilet heyday ; her rush
to pour the wine-colored out into the loving cup before I could see the inside of
them ; the acid aftertaste in the wine.

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

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

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

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

`` How can you say that ? '' I said in a rising terror. `` An eight hour
erection is adequate to get ... p-permanent price. ``

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

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

Betty smiled. `` There 's another way around the trouble. If you have
an intense enough orgasm, you can mislay the erection for a short time.
Have enough of them, and you 'll render your cock enough of a rest to
debar legal injury. ``

I rose to my feet. The cotton fiber of my legal brief rubbed the underside of
my prick in a provocative way. `` Then I 'll return to my way and ...
yield care of that. ``

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

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

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

`` I only had the two pills with me that I gave you, '' Betty said in a
matter-of-fact vocalism. `` And I 'm not telling you the name of the drug.
The infirmary wo n't be capable to treat you without knowing which drug it
was. And it could fill an hour or two to test you, more if they have to
send out to a lab, which they probably would in a rinky-dink trivial
town like this. ``

I turned back to her. I looked at her, with her self-assured,
relaxed position on the sofa, and that grinning that could send shivers
down the prickle of even the stiff and most willful man. I tried to
summon up hatred for her, or wrath, but neither was quick to amount to
me. `` So that was the whole determination of inviting me for a crapulence ? '' I
asked. `` To make water me possess sex with you ? ``

I wanted her to laugh at me. I wanter her to humble me rightfield
then and there, and leave me an self-justification, a understanding to become angry with
her. I was lost as to why I was not simply furious with her. I was
tempestuous at what she had done, risking my intimate health as she had, but I
found it difficult to go angry with her.

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

`` I dominate the men in my sprightliness, '' she said. `` I intimidate them, I
control them. You 're intimidated by women 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 abnegate 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 monolithic breast swelled under a bra
that had to be at least an E-cup and 40 to 42 column inch around. Even then
it looked like they were threatening to spill out the side and top.
Her torso was thickset, but her stomach flat.

Her dame slipped off her extensive, round hips. Her stockings came to
midway up her thighs, where a garter belt held them up. Her step-in
were a small triangle over her crotch.

She reached around and unhooked her bra. Her bosom rolled out of
her loving cup, each front of her body causing them to ripple. The nipples
were quite prominent and prominent, standing out erect, the darker skin
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 have got
capital legs, only to find that their stockings were covering a pack
of imperfectness. Not so with Betty. Her legs were smooth as silk.

Now completely naked, she stood right in front of me. `` Tell me,
lavatory, '' she said softly. `` Do you recollect you could bring yourself to refer
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 get
imagined that such a splendid dead body lie beneath her byplay suits.
Her body completely redefined dish. No fashion model could be built
like her and expect to have a career. But then no manner model could
boast having so much Thomas More of everything that makes a woman a woman.
Betty had the solidness, the presence, that other women lacked.

I wanted to touch her, if for no other reason that to pee-pee sure she
was substantial. I could have. It would have been a simply topic to just
get up my hand and place it on her hip, or cup one of her bosom, 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 know why ? ``

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

`` You 're so intimidated by me that even my nudity, which
traditionally symbolizes a adult female 's submissiveness, ca n't obligate you. ``
She smiled. `` So now my nakedness becomes a source of mogul instead of
weakness. ``

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

`` Do you feel ashamed ? ``

Her question surprised me. But what surprised me even more was the
answer. `` 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 chance out, then, is n't there ? ``

`` What do you require me to do ? ``

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

I complied. I took off my pant and briefs first, to relieve the
intense pressure there. My cock sprang out thicker and harder than I
ever remembered it being. It was also slightly purplish in coloration, 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
expectant satchel that she placed on the bed. She withdrew a pair of shiny
metal manacle 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 phallus, which moved
each time my heart beat. She smiled. `` It 's always the quiet, shy men
that have the nicest cocks. ``

`` Um, thank you, '' I said. `` And I 'd like to stay fresh 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 firm grip and
snapped one handcuff closed around it with the metallic zipper-like
sound of the lock finding its tightest fit. She did the same with my
early wrist. I noticed something odd, however, when she let go of me.
There was a lot More free rein in the chain than I thought there would be.

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

I heard her rummage through her satchel again. Then she was behind
me again, and reaching around to enwrap something around my neck. For a
moment I panicked and thought she was about to muffle me, but it
turned out to be a collar of some kind. Then she pulled on the chain on
the cuff, forcing me to lift my wrist and flex my weaponry until they
were halfway up my back. Something tugged on the rachis of my collar,
pressing it against my pharynx. The force per unit area increased when she let go.
She had attached something between the book binding of the collar and the
handcuffs.

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

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

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

`` You could get resisted me at any time, '' she said. `` Why did n't
you ? ``

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

`` Very dead on target. But now we 're almost ready to begin. There 's just a few
more training. Stand at the metrical unit of the bed, your back towards the
bed. ``

`` What are you going to do ? ``

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

The musical theme of being punished by her was both frightening and
exciting. The other 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 articulation, nor had she put any angriness into her
voice. She had used the Lapp mince but firmly tone she had been. Yet
it could not have been more effective if she had screamed it at the top
of her lungs.

From her satchel she retrieved two leather straps with buckle and
thick cord attached. She wrapped a strap around each ankle and tied the
escaped end of the cord to the leg of the bed on that side of meat, pulling it
taut. As she did this, she pulled my ramification a slight further apart so
that now I could remain standing only if I continued to endure erect.

Betty was not yet done with me. She came over with several establishment
rings, varying in size from two to three inches in diameter. Each had a
hinge so that it opened on the diametrical side, where a clench could keep
it closed. A tenuous 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 base and then a tierce one, looking for
the right fit. Finally she selected on, slipped one end radio link of the
Chain onto it, and closed it tightly around my egg, the Sir Ernst Boris Chain
hanging down about six inches beneath my scrotum.

Betty looked at me and grinned. `` Just one to a greater extent item, and we 'll be
ready to protrude. ``

I refrained from comment, at least until she showed me what the
concluding particular 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 lead weight in her palm before
me. `` Allow me to exhibit. ``

It was then that I truly felt how helpless I was. I could only
watch as she carefully hooked the weight to the give up end of the chain.
She slowly let her handwriting pearl, 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 unretentive of that. I felt like my testicle
were about to rive free from my body, but the pressure on them, and the
angle at which it was applied, was not enough to wound them.

`` Can you finger how your balls are pulled away from your body ? '' Betty
asked.

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

`` You see, when you get cheeseparing to climax, your body tries to root for
your testicles towards your body. If it ca n't get them close enough,
you ca n't orgasm. And the yearner it takes you to get to orgasm, the
more spectacular it is. '' She smiled evilly. `` Perhaps you need to a greater extent of a
demonstration. ``

She stood off to the side. Her hand reached down and campaign my
penis against my paunch. I moaned softly at her feeling, realizing how
much I had been craving it from the start. She used two fingers to
vigorously arouse me right at the most spiritualist point about a third
the way down the shaft from the read/write 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 point where I would crest over into climax. I grew
close to climax, right at the level of no restitution, or what should feature
been. Yet as she continued to cause me, I would not crest.

Her finger continued to move in a steady, circular rhythm. `` This
will force back you crazy before foresighted, '' Betty commented with a smile.

I tensed every brawn I could and my penis throbbed once, a undivided
small drop curtain of ejaculate 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 ritual of musical passage. I knew and she knew
that this was the power point of no coming back. I had let myself be manipulated
by her, placed in a view that rendered me physically lost. Yet
this was not the same 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 hour ago, and I was simply asked point blank to
take part in this, I would never ingest done it. But once I allowed
myself to be drawn into it, it seemed so cancel as to be frightening.

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

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

`` Yes ... ''

`` Say it. ``

I swallowed. I felt the heat rising to my boldness, but I was beyond
lovingness. `` Y-you control my orgasms. ``

`` And there 's a rationality 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 part. She stopped
stimulating me, letting my penis drop until it was standing unbowed
out from my torso. Her fingerbreadth caressed my ballock, 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 pull. `` I 'm not obligated to make you
cum when you want. I 'll make up you cum when /I/ want. ``

At no point in my lifetime had I been so desperate to possess my penis
touched. A get down signature for just a few secondment would take in been enough to
send me over at that moment. The realisation hit me intemperate who was in
control now, and that I had given it to her.

I looked up at her, and as I did, she slowly smiled. `` Do you see
now, St. John the Apostle, what I meant ? '' she asked. `` Do you see that this is how you
were meant to refer to woman ? ``

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

`` No need. You already have. ``

She let the chain berth from her finger and the weight unit 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 inches in length, with a telegram snaking out of one end of it
that led first to a electrical switch and then to a transformer. Two leather
strap were also attached to the egg.

She strapped the egg tightly to the undersurface 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 click, and the plastic egg began buzzing softly as the vibrator
inside it started.

In less than a arcminute I was hanging at a point short-circuit of climax, not
quite as cheeseparing as before, but enough so that the upshot was
excruciating. `` I do n't love if I can take this much longer, '' I told
her.

`` You do n't consume a selection, '' Betty said. `` You /will/ take it, and
you 'll film it for as farseeing as I want. In the meanwhile, you 're to please
me. ``

She picked up the footstool that sat future to the dresser and placed
it in strawman of me. She stepped onto it, and all at once my view was
filled with her monumental bosom. I could smell a faint aroma from her
skin, a combining of her aroma and sudor. The nipples on
each tit were even more big than before, standing at least a
half-inch erect.

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

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

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

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

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

I should have realized from the start what she wanted. She did
nothing 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 back talk again, and as I let it go this
time, I let my naked teeth just lightly view it. With a agile twitching of
my jaw, I gave her a small bite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` Which means ? ``

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

Betty 's grin turned more friendly. `` You impressed me with your
accomplishment. I think that deserves a little payoff. ``

I had thought that it meant she was going to simply lift the weight
and let me climax. Instead, she turned off the vibrator - which was
something of a small alleviation in its own the right way - 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 clapper in my lifespan ! It moved in ways
around my phallus that I did not conceive were anatomically possible. I did
not await Betty to even desire to do this, since it 's generally seen
as a type of submission to the male, especially in this spot. Yet
when I thought about it, it made sensation ; 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 nut was gone, and my penis
exploded.

The first throbs were so intense they seemed to reach up into my
belly, and I felt a svelte twinge of pain in the neck in my PC muscle with each
throb. Betty pressed her digit hard in a office just short of my anus,
and I nearly fell over from the intensity of the convulsions of my
prostate. I felt myself shoot warhead after load of semen into Betty 's
mouthpiece, and her pharynx worked as she swallowed. Each time, just before
she drew back to swallow, her mouth clamped around my penis hard,
coaxing it to give up more.

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

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

I took a few instant to capture my breath. Every muscleman in my body
seemed to yen. `` Good lord, yes, '' I cried. `` I never had anything like
that before. ``

`` And it looked like it did the put-on, also. ``

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

I gave a sigh of alleviation. `` Good. I 'm not so sure I could have 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 make you hard again. In fact, you
wo n't really completely go flaccid this meter around. ``

I looked down again. My phallus appeared to have already stopped
softening. It was hanging in a country 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 chin so I was looking into her eyes. The contained a compassionateness
tempered by puckishness. `` I will free you, except for your
cuff, so you can stretch a bit. ``

Betty released the cuffs around my ankle and removed the taking into custody
and connecting chain of mountains to my cuff. My pegleg screamed in pain sensation when I
tried to move them at first, having stiffened from being locked in
berth for so long. My weapon system also hurt when I unbent them as much as
the handcuffs would set aside, which was enough to stretch the brawn a
bit since there was some drama in the string connecting the cuffs.

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

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

`` We 'll demand to wait a trivial bit before you 're ready to respond
again, '' Betty said. She sat down on the border of the bed and spread her
legs wide-cut. As I had noticed before, her fork was completely hairless,
not even so much as husk present. The labia were perfectly formed,
and as she spread herself, I could clearly see her glistening button,
swollen and extended, big on her than on near fair sex, which seemed to
be very incidentally for her. `` In the meantime, I have another way in which
you can delight me. semen here. ``

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

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

Betty smiled evilly. `` You use nothing but your tongue for this. In
fact, get used to this now. You will never touch me with your hands.
Only your glossa and lip, and - if you 're good - maybe your cock as
well. ``

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

`` Very beneficial, but do n't pretermit the rest of me down there, '' Betty
said in a burly voice.

I responded by thrusting my tongue into her vagina as far as it
would go. When I slid it over her clitoris again, it carried a thick
coat of her fluids. She pressed my fount into her mound more firmly,
causing her fluids to smear over my rim and nose. The strong scent of
her sex filled my nostrils, overwhelming my senses.

Despite how much is written about it, it is actually quite
unmanageable to lease a woman 's clitoris into the rima oris. Most are simply
not large enough, or do not bulge enough. Betty 's, however, was
dissimilar. I could take it between my lips and draw it into my back talk
and gaming with it with the tip of my tongue, all of which brought
blessing from Betty in the frame of mysterious moans and shudders.

Betty had to be the most sensuous woman I had ever met. Previous
partners - the few that I had had - never vocalized or responded as
strongly as she. I used to think that it was because my functioning had
been lackluster, which had only served to get to dealing with women
harder. But perhaps I simple had not met the right woman.

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

Her whole eubstance seemed to thresh about, and her pegleg threatened to clamp
around my psyche. And like with everything else, she did not experience
her orgasm halfway, either. Her full consistency rocked with her pounding,
which I could finger as palpable muscle contraction in her vagina. I teased her
clitoris lightly through her flood tide, which made her chill again.

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

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

Betty propped herself up enough so that she could calculate at my face
and smirked. `` You may vocalize pretty low-key about it, but you look like
the cat that ate the sneaker. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Betty grinned. `` Oh ? Why ? ``

`` No woman wants me that badly. ``

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

It was uncanny that I had only been thinking that myself just a
little while ago. But then the other implications of what she had said
came to me. `` Wait a mo ... you had been planning this for some time
now ? ``

Betty smiled and nodded. `` When I want something, I go for it. ``

`` But you suggested you never used the drug before. ``

`` I 've used it before, just on more willing men. Well, willing more
or less, '' she said with a knowingly glance. `` But this is the first clip
I did it on the sly. I did n't want to risk rejection. ``

She meant it. For all her aggression and shotgun glide path to
Romance language and sex, I could see in her typeface 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 care, '' Betty said
in a softer vox. `` I do. Just in a different way. ``

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

She looked at me. `` Enough to weigh moving in with me when we get
back to Mile-High City ? ``

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

`` I care for you, John, '' Betty said. `` I have for some sentence. I do n't
want to see you bruise anymore trying to make relationships with women on
a level that just does n't work for you. I want you with a woman that
will prize you. ``

I had never known her capable 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 all 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 night like this ? '' I asked with a slim smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It very nearly made me lose my mettle. `` Yes, that 's justly, '' 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 need to use some unassailable methods. ``

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



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

I do n't cognise how she had done it, but she had managed to convert
the threshold of the closet into a torture device. I hung upside down with
my back against the door, my pegleg spread, each ankle joint wrapped in midst
leather simpleness. Wide straps attached to them ran over the top of
the door and were secured somehow on the other English, holding me with
the top of my head inches from the base. The metal halo 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 go for that the straps on my ankle did not
fault ! ).

But this was not the worst of it. The vibrator was strapped to the
infrastructure of my member again, buzzing away, driving me again close to orgasm
but not over. This time, however, this was a grace. A gumshoe tube-shaped structure
had been attached to my genitalia such that the read/write head of my member was
snugly inside it. The former end of the vacuum tube was in my oral cavity, attached
to a doughnut gag that kept my mouth forced open. The thermionic valve, though
flexible, had been cut to just the right size of it so that it was pulled
straight.

The most stick affair about this is that it took her no more than
a half hour to set up.

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

She reached around the spinal column of the door, still watching me. I felt
her tweak the mountain range that was attached to my testicle ring, feeling its
tug against my genitalia. For an moment I thought she had sent me
over, for my penis 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 climax and eat your own cum. ``

The idea of that sent a shudder through my body.

`` Or ... '' She climbed on the step BM. She lightly caressed the
buns of my left groundwork with a niche of the swayer, making me squirm.
When this only served to mess with the tension on the concatenation, allowing
my penis to give another half-throb, I relented. `` Or I can show you how
using the foot instead of the ass is a far more efficacious form of
spanking. ``

I groaned. With the apparatus in my sass I could not pass her a
coherent response. This gave new meaning to the wrangle `` caught between a
careen and a laborious place ''.

Betty suddenly gave the glob of my exit foot a thunder with the flat
of the rule, giving resounding wisecrack and causing a brief flare pass of
pain in the neck. The sting aesthesis lingered for a few irregular before fading.
'' Think you could support that ? ``

I tried to nod as very much 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 ruler, '' she said. `` Still believe you 're okay with
it ? ``

I nodded again.

`` How about twenty ? ``

I nodded.

`` XXX ? ``

Betty wielded the swayer and delivered ten quickly shock to the prat
of my left metrical foot, about twice as hard as her first strike. My body
jerked, causing the string to pull Sir Thomas More at my ballock this clip rather
than less. For a brief moment I was sure they were going to be ripped
from my body. This time the bunco lingered and did not fade.

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

I swallowed and nodded, my kernel racing.

She grinned. `` How about fifty ? ``

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

She struck the butt of my groundwork with the ruler ten to a greater extent times. She
did not do them as quickly this time, but she used more force-out. When she
was done, the fundament of my understructure felt raw and tender, and it hurt even
just to wiggle my toes.

In the worked up rush that had accompanied the approximation of having a
long term relationship with a fair sex, something that I had only dreamed
of before this, I had forgotten that Betty had the capacity to be
cruel. After all, she did drop away 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 malevolent or callous. She was merely sadistic. There
was a difference.

`` The foot is an astonishing thing, really, '' Betty said. She traced the
boundary of the ruler down the undersurface of my foot, which still tickled
despite the painful sensation. `` It feels so a lot worse than it is. The skin is
barely even red. ``

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

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

I looked at the setup around my penis warily. Despite the fact
that the pack and Sir Ernst Boris Chain held my egg as tightly as it had a few
moments before, I felt like I was edging unaired to culminate. It was as
excruciating a opinion as before. constituent of me wanted desperately the
relief of sexual climax. Most of me, however, did not want to deal with the
consequences.

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

I shook my head.

Ten more lashes at my metrical foot. Now I could feel teardrop trickling out of
the street corner of my eye.

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

I do n't know why, but I believed her. I believed her assurances
that all I had to do was be a good boy and I would not be punished like
this. I could not decide whether this was because I was so dire
for distaff companionship or whether I really got a sense for her
satinpod. By all rightfulness I should not give birth believed her so easily ; she
appeared to enjoy doing this too much to want to do it so infrequently.

She tickled the bottom of my infantry again. `` XX more ? ``

I nodded and squeezed my heart tightly shut in anticipation.

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

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

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

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

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

She dropped down on one knee and leaned close to me. `` I turned it
off so you can think without distraction, '' she said. `` I 'm going to
offering you a choice. I need to make out how serious you are about wanting a
human 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 go it again, but it was a relief
to be free of the goddamn thing. `` Does this mean you have a variety of
heart about ... this ? '' I asked, my eyes flicking briefly to the tube.

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

I swallowed again, which brought a brief stab of pain, as it had
dried out from my mouth having been kept open for some time. She wanted
an honest answer from me. This did not sound like a laugh or region 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 allele do not cater to such requests from their
submissives. `` Very seriously, '' I told her.

`` Even after seeing how bad punishment can be ? ``

I nodded. `` You said yourself you do n't do it unless it 's deserved.
Although, I hope you understand I was only kidding back there when ... ''

`` I know, '' Betty said. `` You wanted to see what this would be like.
You 're a very smartness man. ``

I managed a grin. `` 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 figure out out, but I
have to induce a commitment. ``

`` Right now ? ``

`` Right now. ``

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

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

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

She nodded slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

`` Ah. When we return to Mile-High City, you move in with me, and you follow
these unsubdivided rules :

`` regulation one : You never pertain your cock, as it is my property and I 'll
adjudicate what 's done with it.

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

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

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

Betty grinned. `` Why, only the best climax that any man could ever
pipe dream of enjoying. I 've only shown you a very small act of room. And
a solemn promise that I intend to show you how lots I appreciate you,
and that I will never punish you without damn beneficial reason. ``

On one storey, I knew I was a mug for believing her so easily. I
had not known her prospicient enough to lay down that sort of trust. Yet at
the Sami time, there was something about her, something about what I
felt when I looked into her eyes. Those eyes held a tenderness in knifelike
demarcation to the rest of her. She needed me as a lot as I felt I needed
her.

When she was preparing her distortion twist for me other, she had
briefly left me completely unrestrained. I could feature easily made a
open frame for it. But I did n't. She had trusted me not to. Now I had to
trust her.

`` I agree, '' I told her.

The intelligence were barely out of my mouth when Betty was strapping the
ring gag on again. I opened my backtalk to accommodate it, even as my
pith started racing. She stood, and her verbalism shifted back to the
cruel taskmaster again. With a perfectly vicious smile she reached around
the doorway and set the vibrator buzzing again.

The stimulant in my penis did not admit long to work up 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 erections when I want them. That
is why you 'll never orgasm unless I want it. ``

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

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

I shook my brain. My optic begged her to afford me some relief.

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

My penis exploded into an orgasm as intense as the in conclusion. Several
expectant warm up glob dropped squarely into my back talk and onto my tongue, and
the sharply odor filled my nostrils when I exhaled, making my belly
churn. I tried to eat up to get the stuff out of my sass, but my
throat had dried too much, and it was hard to swallow effectively with
my mouth forced open.

More and More of my steaming ejaculate fell into my sass, quickly
coating my tongue, lip, and teeth. I groaned loudly, wishing I could
expectoration. Strictly speaking, it was not the taste sensation that put me off, but the
consistency and the smell.

Betty waited until the shoemaker's last of my coming had faded and my phallus
started to soften, a little libertine than before. She knelt by my head
again and placed her fingers on the shoulder strap holding my ring gag. `` When I
transfer this, '' she said, `` You 're to keep back your mouth shut, and when you
can, swallow every drop in your oral fissure. You 're not to spit any of it
out, or I punish you again. Do you understand ? ``

I reluctantly nodded. She removed the gag. I tried to swallow
immediately to get it over with and nearly choked. I managed to muffle
a cough without spitting, and tried again. It felt a little slimy in my
mouth, which set my tummy 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 full on
the lips.

It was a slow, lingering kiss. Very briefly her glossa flicked out
between mine and caught some semen that was still sticking to my gums.
When she broke the kiss off, she slowly licked her brim. `` Mmmm. Too bad
it does n't try out as good 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
paraphrase what you said before that started this unscathed affair ? ``

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

`` Ah, much meliorate. You are indeed a loyal learner ... ''



`` Many men, John the Divine, understands what it means to hump a woman, '' Betty
said as she crawled over the mattress towards me. `` But few men
understand what it means to be fucked by a char. 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 had been
lashed tightly together and secured to the bedpost diagonally paired
the first. Attached to the end of the chain of my orchis ring was a
high-tension spring, the other end of which was wrapped around the same
bedpost to which my mortise joint were tied.

Betty straddled my hips, the mightily muscular tissue in her legs squeezing
my body briefly in a appearance of forcefulness. My penis ached from what it had
endured that evening, yet I had another hard erection which glistened
from the liberal total of oil that she had slathered over it. It must
have been for my benefit, as I could literally smell how aroused she
was, despite the fact that her look betrayed nil but calm.

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

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

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

`` I would not dream of it. ``

Betty angled her hip down and leaned forward. I felt my member
offset to fall into place her as she slowly slid backwards. I moaned softly as
I felt it encounter a fairish sum of money of resistance as it entered. This
amount of money of tightness in her pussy could not take been natural.

When I was fully inside her, she carefully straightened up. The
lack of any hairsbreadth in her crotch made it easy to see my penis buried
inside of her, only about a quarter inch of the al-Qaeda showing.

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

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

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

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

She did not let it retreat completely. She lowered herself, eased
her hold enough to draw me inside her, then clamped tightly around it
again.

`` unspoiled lord ... '' I muttered.

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

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

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

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

`` I 'm going to suffer you tone up your own PC muscle, '' Betty said.
'' deliberate this your firstly exercise. ``

Yet she did appear to yield a small, allowing her to incite more
quickly. She lowered herself a little far, breasts pressing against
me. I could hear her panting softly. `` Exercising the PC muscleman ... also
makes my culmination ... arrive Oklahoman, '' she said in a breathless voice.

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

Betty leaned down even further, and I felt her free weight against me.
Her body was warm, and the touch her her bare skin against mine was
arousing. Her rosehip angled a bit, her PC muscle loosened slightly, and
she increased the pace. Her titty ballooned just under my mentum ; if I
had angled my drumhead down, I could get touched them with my tongue.

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

She cried out loudly in my ear, and her unhurt body shuddered. Her
PC muscle pinched my phallus sharply near the head, making it pulsate a few
clip despite the doughnut. I could feel the throb of her orgasm as
rhythmic heart rate from her vaginal muscles. Finally, she moaned loudly
and went limp, her full weight pressed on top of me, momentarily
forcing the wind from me.

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

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

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

`` /Very/ good ! I am yarn-dye with you, john. ``

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

`` I could let you cum inside me, '' Betty said. `` I decided a long sentence
ago I never wanted tyke and had my thermionic tube 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 please myself a
few more meter before I give you relief. ``

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

I was not at all surprised to find that Betty also recovered faster
than near charwoman and was gear up to go again within bit. It did not
learn her farsighted to start out humping faster and faster, driving herself to
another strong orgasm that left her sweaty and trousering, and my member
aching and desperate for relief.

`` You continue to ... surprise me, '' Betty said as she raised herself
vertical, my phallus still firmly clenched in her vagina. She took a few
moments to finish catching her breath. `` Not many citizenry know that the
male penis has a great deal of variety in conformation. This one is just
right. ``

I had to wonder if this was designed ; these trivial morale- and
ego-boosting commentary now and then, or if it were echt affection she
was showing for me. Her affection was subtle, but it was there. You
just had to know where to look for it.

She smiled at me, and this fourth dimension I could definitely sense the
affection. `` You 've been very proficient. You deserve another reward. ``

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

She turned, and that movement alone nearly sent me over. She humped
no more than three clip before I started throbbing, spewing my come
inside her. I groaned loudly as her muscularity tightened again and seemed
to prolong my coming. When it did start to blow over, she loosened her grip,
but never relinquished it completely even as I started to grow flaccid.

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

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

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

The musical theme of nap reminded me how tired I was going to be once the
adrenaline rush had worn off completely. `` I do n't think I 'll be able to
sleep in control, '' I said gently.

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

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

`` Should I not be ? ``

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

`` Something amusing ? ``

`` Oh, just that this has to be the first business slip I 've ever
been on that I actually enjoyed. ``

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

`` For what ? ``

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

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

`` In that case, '' I said. `` I have a smell that this is going to
mould out just very well. ``


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