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I Love To Spank

October 19, 2012

I Love To Spank
by eosuchus

Spanking the Submissive Male

“I love to spank,” she said with a little giggle.
The green eyes sparkled as they enjoyed his reaction.
“Really,” she’d turned breathy, soft, “It really turns me on like nothing else.” She paused, the cherry red lips pulled together for a moment, she was studying him carefully.
“I like to use the whip, too.”
He swallowed. This was so far from what he might have expected that to say the very least his mind was blown.
He wanted to make a joke, to say something evasive, that would somehow cut the edges a little. This was just too out there, but this girl, Mandy, was so exciting to be around, so sexy, except that all of a sudden she’d started saying things that reached into his most private fantasies, things that he had never shared with anyone, let alone a female. He realized he was actually trembling, sitting there, staring at her, shivering from a  kind of nervous attack. He still couldn’t muster anything to say.
What had they been talking about? Hadn’t it just been about sex fantasies? Who’d started it? Not him, he was sure.
She’d turned towards him a little more. The shadow of her cleavage was so inviting, he had to struggle not to simply stare at her tits.
And she was smiling, looking very confident about something. Had he known what it was, maybe he’d have gotten up and run down to the beach, because she was
increasingly certain that if she put her hand into his crotch, she’d find he was hard as a rock inside his jeans.
She tossed her hair, a blonde tint somewhere on the gold side of straw. It caught the light, scattered his thoughts again.
He hadn’t managed to say anything for what seemed half of eternity. His mouth had gone dry.
“What do you think?” she said with a saucy, false innocence as thick as cream. “Would you like to be whipped?”
He tried to speak, couldn’t. Finally got out, “I….”
Her smile was so alluring, and yet cruel.
“And spanked, over my knee?”
The way she said that, like it was a joke, but not a joke, it made his cock just about explode out of his jeans. He had to shift in his seat, turn and wriggle. It didn’t do much good, but he didn’t dare reach down and adjust himself.
She giggled, clearly enjoying his confusion.
There was a noise down on the beach, a couple hundred feet away.
“Hey everybody, lobsters are cooked,” Pete Balcombe was shouting.
“Time to eat,” said several voices.
How did their conversation go from his final semester at college to sexual fantasies to her delight in spanking men? He couldn’t recall the thread, he’d lost track.
She’d put her hand on his thigh.
“You’ll have to say something soon, don’t you think?”
Their eyes met, and he felt like he was her prey, and she was the huntress.
“I never, uh, met, well, you know…”  He sounded so lame. Why couldn’t he come up with a joke? What was wrong with his brain?
“Someone like me?” she chuckled. “No, not many girls really know what they’re doing. I got a head start. My mother was dominant. I grew up that way.”
He tried to think what that must have meant. She went on to fill in the blanks.
“She used to spank my dad. We girls all knew, of course.”
“Yeah,” he said, feeling stupid, while his cock was still fighting to get out of his jeans by route one, like just pushing through the fabric. Growing up in a household where mom spanked dad on a regular basis? Holy crap!
“I expect you’d like to kiss my tits, yeah?”
Oh, god, would he. She had fantastic breasts, and she knew it. In fact she was all curves and sweet spots.
“But, I have to tell you, you only get to do that, once you’ve kissed my feet and really kissed my ass.”
Her ass! That brought a flashback to watching her walk by in those tight white jeans, with her buttocks making the most exciting movements.
“Wow,” he muttered again. His mind was blown to pieces, and scattered over a wide area. He couldn’t manage to think of anything except those white jeans and the round buttocks moving up and down and side to side.
Everyone had gone down to the beach, where they were digging out the food. Beer was flowing, there was music, but all that seemed miles away. For him, there was just this girl, Mandy, who he’d only met about an hour before. Her eyes, her lips, the full cheeks, that amazing cleavage, the way she moved and sat and the incredible things she was saying.
“But all that comes after I spank you,” she grinned. “And then I’ll sit on your face and give you the domination that a boy like you really needs.”
Her hand had moved up his thigh. And now he realized she was unzipping his jeans. Domination, she’d said that word.
“I think you’re a little tight in there, huh?” she said this so calmly, so kind of normal, like she wasn’t unzipping him and putting her hand in there. Ohmigod.
He should be stopping her. He shouldn’t be allowing this.
Her hand was working inside, through his flies.
“Wow,” he whispered. It was exactly like something out of his most secret fantasies. He was being groped by this really sexy girl. You just didn’t expect this. How could you?
“Better not move now.”  She had hold of his cock. She was pulling it roughly right out of his jeans. It hurt, she was so rough.
“Wait, what…”    the hell are you doing? he wanted to say. But it was way too late. His cock was right out in the open, and in her hand.
She had the wickedest grin now. “Or everyone will see I’ve got you in my hand.”
Her fingers were working on the tip.
“When I spank,” she murmured, “I like to take my time over it. I use my hand, and then I use my trusty little paddle, by the time I’m done your buns will be just about purple!”
He barely noticed that she had assumed that he was going to accept being spanked by her. Her fingers were taking him to the edge.
“Hold on, I’m gonna….”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” and she dove back into his shorts, grabbed his balls and crushed them hard in her hand.
“Oooogh!” he groaned, doubled up and fell off the bench, ending up on his knees, bent down in front of her. A wave of nausea went through him, his balls ached.
He found himself staring at her feet, with nails painted bright red, in open toed wedgies.
He felt her hand on the back of his head. Then she took hold of his hair and pulled his head back. She was leaning over him, her breasts straining at the pink material of her top.
“I like it when men get on their knees for me,” she purred, while her fingers played in his hair.
“That, uh, hurt,” he said, after a moment.
“I know baby, and I will hurt you a lot more, too. But,
you know that’s the way you really want it, don’t you?”
She leaned closer. Her breasts were right in front of his eyes, they seemed huge, incredibly exciting.
He had to stop this. The way this was going was ominous. This girl was like, dangerous. If she got him under her thumb, well, he shivered. it would be terrible and yet it would be so exciting. Sitting on his face! She’d said that. His cock was hard again, his brain was whirling. He could barely think straight.
Facesitting, spanking, the whip, domination, the
stuff he only ever thought about when he masturbated.
He heard voices, people were coming back from the beach. He realized he was kneeling before Mandy with his genitals pulled out into open view through his flies.
Quickly he started stuffing them back in.
Too late, Mandy’s friend Cheryl was there, a tall girl with her black hair done up in a braid.
“Wow, Mandy, that’s almost a record for you,” said Cheryl with a laugh.
“What was that?” said another woman, coming up to the porch.
“Oh, Mandy’s got this guy on his knees with his dick out. It took her about three minutes  I think.”
“Oooh, let’s see,”
He had his balls back in his pants, was trying to get back on his feet, when another woman, he didn’t know her name, but he’d seen her earlier hanging out with Cheryl and Mandy, came up onto the porch.
“Wow, you’re right. Mandy girl, you are dangerous.”
He felt himself blushing a deep red. He’d never been so humiliated.
“So did you kiss her feet?” said the woman, speaking directly to him, searching his eyes.
He’d frozen again, aware to his horror that he was still holding onto his erect cock, trying to get it back into his jeans.
“He is cute,” said the woman. “You get bored with him, Mandy, send him over, I’ll take care of him.” Cheryl and the red faced woman went into the house. Cheryl was laughing.
Mandy stood up. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just jealous.”
He couldn’t think of anything to say. His face was aflame, he’d never been so embarrassed in his entire life.More people were coming.
“I got to go,” he said. He felt like he had to get somewhere and just get his breath back.
Mandy had another idea. “Why don’t you come with me now? I want to get you somewhere where we’re alone, I think we could really enjoy that.”
“I don’t think, I mean, I just….”  he didn’t know what he was thinking. Part of him was more excited than he’d ever been in his entire life. Another part of him was really afraid. This was way more than he’d counted on. This was like incredible, but frightening. Like, where could this end up?
She was reading his mind.
“Let me paint a picture for you,” she said in that breathy voice again. “You’ll be on my bed, with your hands cuffed. Naked. I’ll be sitting on your face, while you do what I like and I wriggle up and down, over and over, until I just can’t come anymore. Understand?”
No girl had ever spoken to him like this before. He’d known girls who were confident and outspoken and
everything, and girls who’d joked about being dominant and stuff, but not like this. This bitch really meant it.
She was still reading his mind and standing beside him and putting her hand on his ass and squeezing it.
“I mean it, sweety. I like you, and I know you’re the kind of guy that I like to spank. You know it, too. You’re the kind of guy who really wants to be over my knee. So
let’s go now, before the others come up here and you get all shy and run away and hide from me. Come on, now.”
She had her fingers inside his belt, tugging him with her, down the steps. He went. He surrendered. He was letting her pull him away. He just couldn’t say no for some reason.
“Come on,” she said. “Hurry, before everyone comes back and you get pulled back in.”
He wanted to stop. He wanted to go with her.
She grabbed his belt again and pulled him behind her, and he did not stop.
They went off to the drive, past the bushes and the garage where the cars were all parked.
“Where’s your car?” she said.
“Over here.”
“Good, let’s go. I came with Cheryl, so I need a ride anyway.”
“Don’t you want to eat?” he said in a desperate last bid to rescue himself. After all, the whole thing was this cook out at the beach at the Balcombes’s place.
“No,” she said, tossing that golden hair again. “I just came to see if I could find a nice slavey, sort of boy. The kind I like, and you’re perfect.”
She pinched his cheek. “Cute too.” She got into his car. He stood there for a moment, the raging hardon made it hard to think straight. This was a fateful moment, but he didn’t seem to have any control over the situation.
She was already in his car. She had it all worked out.
He got in, started the engine.
“Uh, where, to,” he said.
She had her hand back inside his shorts, she was holding his balls.
“Mmm, I got you by the balls, boy. Drive up to Route 23, then go west. “
He drove out onto Forest Road, headed for the highway.
“You never know,” she said in a husky little voice. “Once I get you home, I might never let you go.”

copyright Permian Systems 2012.

Would You Like to Buy Him?

July 12, 2012

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUY HIM?
by eosuchus

“Would you like to buy him?” said the blonde lady, as
Catherine was walking by. The words were not addressed to her, but they turned her head.
An older woman, with grey hair pulled back into a  long ponytail and massive breasts was standing by the wall. Kneeling before her, on a leash held by the blonde, was a young man. His face was pressed against the lower part of the older lady’s belly. Her right hand rested on his head and her fingers had a grip on his dark hair.
“He seems eager enough,” said the older lady in a husky voice.
“Oh, he’s well trained for oral service,” said the blonde.
“What sort of price are you looking for?”
Catherine didn’t want to stare, but this conversation was so new to her experience and thus still shocking, that she just stood there, taking it all in.
The young man was well proportioned, and from his profile, good looking. He was wearing a form fitting t-shirt and what looked like a little skirt, with flip-flops on his feet. He had a thick, black dog collar around his neck, with a chain leash that the blonde woman held quite casually in her hand.
“Well, I have him in Section 11 marriage. It’s the full contract, but he owns a house in Orange Park and I left that with him. He also has some stocks and bonds in a retirement account, and that all comes with him.”
“So there’s a property price on him, too?”
“You know, I really don’t want his stuff. I enjoyed him, and he’s well trained now, so I just want the sweat equity, if you know what I mean.”
Both women laughed at that. And the older woman tightened her grip on the young man’s hair and pressed his face down and into her crotch.
While this amazing little scene was going on, the party continued all around them, and nobody seemed to be especially interested or troubled by what sounded like slave trading going on here.
Catherine had only been in LA for a month now, drawn to the west coast by a new job running an aggressive new art gallery for the FemArts Coalition.
She’d heard about this kind of thing when she was in New York, everybody talked about the changes in California, how the women were taking over, but she hadn’t imagined seeing something like this, at a party like this.
“Can I have a preview with him,” said the older woman, still keeping her grip on the young man’s hair and his face pressed against her belly.
“Sure, I don’t know if Irina would let you….”
“There are about twenty bedrooms here, there must be one that’s empty.”
Both women laughed again.
“Is he chipped?” said the older woman as she took the leash from the blonde.
“Yes, and registered. Disease free and he’s been to training school. Nothing to worry about.”
“Wonderful, I’ll call you shortly with my decision.”
The older woman moved away, pulling the young man behind her on the leash. Catherine saw that what she’d thought was a skirt was really the bottom part of a long, body hugging t-shirt that was belted at the waist. It came down to a point just below his shapely ass. His legs were hairless, that was also clear.
Then they were gone, passing through the crowd, heading towards the stairs. Irina Morrison, the hostess for this party, and owner of this vast mansion in the Hollywood hills, was over there somewhere, too, surrounded by cronies. Irina was an important figure in the Coalition, which was why Catherine had been invited to the party, her first serious social occasion since she’d arrived in the city.
The blonde had just checked her phone, now she looked up and her eyes met Catherine’s.
“You’re new to LA,” she said with a smile.
“Yes, how can you tell?”
“Oh, the way you stared at me and my slave just now. There’s this look that women get the first time they see something from Section 11. People here are used to it. Perhaps some men might get upset, but it’s not that
strange anymore. Almost like gay marriage, nobody even thinks twice about that.”
“Well, yes, now that you say that. I had heard about it, of course.”
The blonde laughed. “Of course, the whole world thinks that California is crazy. But you know, our economy is going stronger than ever.”
“And women are running more and more of it, too,” said Catherine. “I know, it just drives the conservatives crazy. The things they say on tv.”
“Well, we have our own tv. We don’t have to pay any attention to them.”
The blonde paused as a male servant in formal dress offered them a tray with glasses of champagne.
Catherine took one, too.
“So,” said the blonde, “why are you here?”
“New job. Managing an art gallery. I’ve been in
New York too long. It was either come here or go to London.”
“London! I Love London, but it’s so expensive.”
“Yes, I heard that. But this job came up and so I’m here.”
Catherine noticed that the older lady was climbing the stairs now, pulling the young man behind her.
The blonde picked up on what Catherine was looking at. “Lorraine is going to try him out upstairs. I think she’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
“You mean have sex with him?”
“Only oral.” The blonde held up a wrist bracelet. There were some little gold keys attached. “He’s locked down. If she buys him, she can go all the way if she likes. But until then, he’s mine.”
“Oh, my.” Catherine had heard of this, too. Of women keeping men in chastity systems, locked up, so that they could only have sexual relief with the woman’s permission.
“Getting very common here, I have to say. If a guy wants to get married now, he pretty much has to agree to a chastity. It may not go all the way to Section 11, but
most girls today want a chaste man, who they can control.”
“But you have several keys there.”
The blonde laughed. “Oh, yes, I have quite a stable right now. I have five men who want to marry me under Section 11 rules. They’re all in chastity, of course.”
“There are that many, uh, masochist men here in LA?”
“Well, they come from all over. All over the world, I should add. I have two Germans right now. Uli and Hans, both magnificent specimens.”
“You do a lot of this, then?”
“Oh, yes, it’s become quite a good sideline for me.”
The blonde extended a hand, “My name is Cheryl, by the way. Cheryl Slate. I work in Real Estate primarily, but the last few years I’ve done very well with the slaves.”
Catherine felt her eyes pop as she heard this. The world had changed dramatically out here in California.
“That’s amazing. I never imagined that it would go so far.”
“Once the Section law was passed, everything began to evolve very quickly. There are tens of thousands of happy Section 11 households now. And there are tens of thousands more men, who are hoping to find a Section 11 arrangement.”
“But you have a husband, and you’re going to sell him?”
“Oh yeah,” Cheryl laughed again. “See, it’s part of the thrill for a lot of them, they really want to be nothing more than property belonging to women. If women want to sell them to other women that’s exciting for them.”
“Wow. And great for you.”
“I have to say I didn’t expect to have so much business this way.”
“And it’s legal?”
“Yes, it’s a free market, there’s nothing that says a woman can’t arrange to give her husband to another woman in return for money. Kind of amazing, yeah?”
“We wouldn’t tolerate it if it was the other way around.”
Cheryl laughed again. “Of course not. God, that’s a horrible thought. But, you know there is still trafficking in women for prostitution. There are gangs and killings, it’s awful. But those women are not volunteers. No man has to stay in a Section 11 situation. He can have his freedom whenever he wants and his wife has to take him to the County Center where he can have counselling, some therapy, and stay for a while until he can get a job and get back on his feet.”
“Wow, does that happen a lot?”
“It happens. Some of these guys have all these fantasies about being a woman’s slave. Then they find that she really means it about working them hard every day. That she really does want them to scrub the floors and cook the meals and they get sick of it. Because they’re just into the sexual side.”
“I would have thought that was the majority of them.”
“Well, I’m sure it’s the majority of men with these kind of, uhh, feelings. But only a small group go so far as to put themselves in line for Section 11. It’s self selection you see.”
“Right,” Catherine did see. Men who went that far were pretty likely to really be into this.
“So, it’s pretty easy to meet a guy like this?”
“Sure. There are clubs all over the place. But many women prefer to buy from someone like me, because then you know what you’re getting.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure, because I take them in and I train them. It’s, umm, it’s a rigorous process, shall we say?”  Cheryl laughed, showing beautiful white teeth. “I break them down basically, like in the military. They have to reach the point where they barely think of themselves at all. They have to be completely directed towards their Mistress.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
“Once you get them there, yeah, it is. They become so, well, so devoted. Of course they’re in chastity, and you don’t give them relief very often, so there’s a constant pressure from their little balls on their brains. But with the training, they are just fantastic servants, or maids, or whatever you like.”
“Maids?”
“Sure, there’s a big minority that are eager to be feminized and turned into lady’s maids. I do that to a lot of them. Give them fake boobs, even. Put them in panties and stockings, make them wear high heels all the time, and makeup and wigs. Or, grow their hair out and get it all nice. It only works well with the smaller men, though, because if a guy is more than about five eight, then once he’s in heels, he’s huge, and most women don’t like the effect. But the petites, and the
little skinny guys, they can be made into very nice little she-males.”
Catherine’s head was spinning by this point.
“But, what about?” She floundered, not wanting to use those words, for some reason.
“Their equipment,” Cheryl finished for her. “Not a problem, all these slave men are shaved, plucked and waxed. No body hair allowed, that’s the first rule.”
“Waxed?”
“I take them to my friend Inez, her salon in Oakwood. The girls are so used to it now, they just
wax these guys as if they were like anyone else.”
“Anyway, once they’re free of hair and in total chastity, you can work on reducing their male drive. If you do it enough you can get them so they can’t even have erections. Of course that means some work with the strap on. I do that a lot, because it means so much to them.”
“Strap on, you mean dildo?”
“Yep, you gotta fuck them in the ass, like a lot. I’m an expert on that now.”
Catherine blinked. This was a real education she was getting.
“They like that?”  Catherine recalled an experiment with a boy named Tony. It hadn’t gone well. In fact it’d hurt like hell. She’d never tried it since.
“Well, you start them out with a trainer dildo. Just a little one. And you lube them up a lot. And you do it every day. Then you move them to a bigger one, and then to a much bigger one. Just like you spank them all the time, too. You know when you start that, they can’t handle much pain. They’re crying and begging for mercy within a few minutes. But after a few weeks they toughen up and learn to take it without making noise. See, spanking them and using the strap on is important to reinforce their submissive urges. And, of course, you have to train them to provide oral.”
Oral, for the woman only, that was what Catherine had heard about back in New York. Not blowjobs, nothing like that, it was just for the woman to receive and the male to provide.
“So, you have them do that for you?”
“Of course, but I have too many guys. I can only handle so much, you know?”
Cheryl laughed, and so did Catherine. In fact it was a hilarious kind of idea. All these men lining up to lick one woman’s clitoris.
“But I have friends, and so I loan them out. And my friends are very particular and these guys have to learn how to adjust from one woman to the next. Their technique gets pretty good in no time!”
“What else do they do for your friends?”
“Clean their houses mostly. It’s a nice free service. They come in and clean the house and then they eat you out until you can’t have any more orgasms. Then you send them back to me.”
“And no, uh, fucking.” There, she’d said it. Catherine was kind of amazed that she was talking like this, about this topic.
“Absolutely not. Now some women in a Section 11 may require that from their husbands, but usually they forbid them to come. But my guys are all locked up. They couldn’t do that if they wanted to.”
“So, uh, do they ever, you know…?”
“Get to come?” Cheryl grinned. “There are certain ways of rewarding them. I train them to jerk off onto a plate and then lick it up. But I also like to get them used to face sitting. So I sit on them in panties and jerk them off into a condom. I like to combine that with spanking and the strap-on. I’ve found that the combination takes them into exactly the right sort of mental place. They become very easy to control and train.”
“Face sitting, eh? That’s popular, too?”
“For some ladies, yes. It’s tough on the knees though, so if you’re into that I suggest you buy a dedicated piece of furniture, they call them Queening chairs.”
“Oh, my…”
“I have a couple, and I’ve really gotten used to using them. Great for TV or when I’m talking to friends on the phone.”
“You just?”
“Your slave is licking your ass, that’s right. For as long as you want. It’s a very nice sensation, once you get into it. A lot of Dominant Women really enjoy it.”
“I can see I have a lot to learn.”
Cheryl was handing her a card, “Cheryl Slate Section 11 Advisor,” it said in red on a white background.
“I’m officially registered with the County. Everyone I handle is disease free and pyschologically tested. It’s best for safety, that way.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re right about that.”
“Give me a call if you want to talk about anything.”
Catherine put the card into her pocket, with her thoughts in a whirl. Was this something she really wanted to explore?
The memory of her abusive ex-husband came up at once. Paul had cheated on her, had stolen money from her, had wrecked her car and then when she filed for divorce he’d threatened to kill her.
And behind Paul there was her old boyfriend, Alex, who’d also stolen her money, and screwed her best friend Michelle, who’d broken the news to her in the cruellest way possible.
Catherine wondered, maybe this was a different, but viable way to go. An incredible thought, but then again, this was LA. Things were different here. Best of all, her sister was in New York and wouldn’t know. Nor would her mother.
Cheryl’s phone warbled. She picked up.
“Yeah. Okay. Good. Yeah. Well, of course, I trained him myself. I’ll text you the details. We can do the divorce and you can marry him right afterwards. Yes, same judge. I prefer Judge Judy, she’s very experienced with these. Okay, meet me out front, and we’ll set a date. You can come over to my place, that’s best. And
then, yeah, right, he’ll be all yours.”
Cheryl put her phone back in her purse.
“That was, Thesea, the lady who was here. She liked my boi there, wants to take him off my hands.”
“Okay, how does that work?”
“Well, I’ll take him home, get him prepped, pack his things. Of course, he doesn’t have much, you know, as a slave. Then she can come over to my house and we’ll call the judge on duty. We can do everything over the phone.”
“Sounds, very, uh, convenient.”
“Oh it is. And then I divorce him and she cuts me a check and she marries him. All he has to do is answer the judge’s questions and affirm that he wants to be married to Thesea now that he’s divorced from me. Then the judge pronounces them wife and man and Thesea can take him home with her.”
“And he’s okay with that?”
“Well, she told me she’s never had better oral. She said he’s very enthusiastic.”
“What will you do?”
“Well, I have to make a decision. I have three guys I’m considering for my next marriage. I might take Carlos, because he’s such a sweety. Or Hans, one of my germans, he has the body of a god, and he is so submissive, it’s unbelievable almost. Then I have a guy with lots of money, Sheldon. He won’t give up all his money, and I wouldn’t want it. But it is a consideration, I won’t deny that. Only thing is he might not be quite ready for completely slavery. The thing about having money like that means you’re insulated from the kind of work that slaves have to do. So, I’m still thinking it will be Carlos.”
“Wow, and how long will he last?”
“Oh, we’ll see. I might keep him for years, or I might sell him in six months. Up to me, you see. That’s what is so great for women in the Section 11 setup. We have almost all the power. The male chooses to place himself in our power and obey us no matter what.”
“Amazing. I have a lot to think about.”
“Well, give me a call if you want to talk about anything,” Cheryl chuckled. “I’ve become something of an expert.”
“Yeah, this is all kind of amazing.”
“One thing we could do, I could let you come take a look at a few of my bois. You could preview one or two, even, so you get a little experience, you know, with a slave male.”
“Oh, wow, I don’t know,” Catherine said, reflexively, and then she stopped herself. “Well, maybe, I mean, yeah, I….”  She wound down confused.
“I know, it’s a big jump from everything we learned as kids. But this is the way it is now, and if you want to take advantage of it, you can.”
And then Cheryl was gone, in her tight cream skirt and black top,heading for the front door.
Catherine sipped champagne and tried to collect her thoughts. Talk about mind blowing!
“Excuse me, dear, I happened to overhear some of that,” purred a voice behind her.
She turned to find an older lady, in a leather skirt, holding a champagne flute in one hand. Beside her and behind her stood a younger man, in a suit, white shirt and pale grey tie.
“Sorry?” said Catherine, suddenly mortified that anyone would have heard her discussion with Cheryl Slate.
“Don’t worry,” said the older lady, with her hair in a careful pageboy tinted auburn. “I just wanted to say you should take her up on her offer. Section 11 can be the best thing that ever happened to a woman. It was for me.”
And with complete casualness, and open control,
the lady reached into the young man’s crotch, and took hold of his genitalia and tugged him forward.
“I took Bobbee here from a dealer. He’s been just wonderful for me.”
The young man was slim, handsome in a boyish way, and kept his eyes downcast. His owner wife, put her arm around his waist and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
“Bobbee makes my life so comfortable, and orgasmic, dear. You wouldn’t believe how much I enjoy having him eat my ass at bedtime.”
“Really? Wow, and, uhh, he likes it?”
“Honey, tell the lady how much you like to worship my ass.”
The young man had gone bright red with embarrassment, but he licked his lips and said,
“I live to give my Mistress Wife pleasure.”
“Bobbee, you’ll get a spanking,” said the lady with a warning tone.
The young man gulped and swallowed, he looked Catherine in the eyes for a moment and his shame was clearly visible. But at the same time, she felt that he was
hugely aroused by this moment.
“Uh, okay, I beg forgiveness, Mistress.” He cleared his throat. “When I am worshipping my Mistress’s anus, and giving her pleasure there, my face is pressed tightly against her holy buttocks. That is where I believe my face belongs, and when I am there, pressed beneath her holy buttocks and pleasuring her anus, I am fulfilled as her slave.”
Catherine goggled. The nice young man was so normal looking, and obviously so not normal.
The woman was smiling.
“You see, dear, they’re there just waiting for you to take one home. Bobbee, by the way, is an excellent cook and great at massage, too.”
Driving back to the apartment she’d rented on a temporary basis, Catherine kept going over in her head what she’d seen and heard at the party.
Having a man as her slave, legally her property in a kind of way. It was exciting to her, she had to admit. Her marriage had been an awful experience. As a working woman, with a good career, she never wanted to be
treated like that again. It was one reason she’d been very slow to date men after her divorce. This offered an entirely different way of life. She would be the absolute boss, she would have all her needs met and, incredible thought, the guy wouldn’t have needs. Or, if he did, they’d be met by his giving her his complete service and obeying her in everything.
Wow. How could you ask for more?
…when I am there, pressed beneath her holy buttocks and pleasuring her anus, I am fulfilled as her slave.
Bobbee’s humble words came back to her. Wouldn’t that be incredible? How many orgasms could one woman have?
She giggled, then turned into the parking lot outside the building.
Later, as she undressed to take a shower she took Cheryl’s card and put it on the side dresser right next to her phone. She looked in the mirror for a moment, then laughed. She was going to try it, she was going to make that call.

copyright: permian systems 2012.


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