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Chapter
3
I couldn't wait to get
to Debbie's to tell her how it went. I relayed every little detail,
and even showed her the note I made Jason write.
"Great going, girl."
she congratulated, "You're a natural. Judging by how quickly Jason
is coming around, I'd say, so is he. I think I better hang onto
this paper just for safety sake. We can make a copy of it in the
library and give that copy to Jason just to let him know you're
serious."
"Now what?" I asked.
"I'm really enjoying this. How far can I take it?"
"As far as you want,
but not all at once."
"Do you think that I
should let Jason come when I get home?"
"That would probably
be the smart thing to do. You have to reward them every now and
then. Right now, I bet Jason's building up resentment towards you
as he's doing his chores. Eventually he'll come to accept all of
this as an elaborate type of foreplay, but he's not there yet."
"Jason is in phase one
of his training. He's behaving himself in what I like to call a
`bartering situation' - that is, he is willing to trade specific
periods of servitude for specific acts of sexual release. By rewarding
him at just the right times, you can make him accept it as a way
of life."
"Right now, Jason's
just a `play slave'. He's willing to be submissive totally on his
terms: doing only those things he wants, for as long as he wants
to do them, with an expectation of a near-term, somewhat equitable
return. You've got to change that if you're going to do this `for
real'. Progress will be slow in the beginning, but eventually you
will be able to gain total control over him. Are you willing"?
I wasn't sure, but I
said, "Yes." "How do I start? I don't know what to do. I don't even
know what some of the things in those books you lent me are".
"Don't worry, Anne,"
Debbie assured me, "I'll show you what to do".
I protested, "You? Wait
a minute. I mean, I'm not into group sex, and neither is Jason".
Debbie laughed, "This
isn't really about sex. It's about power. Anyway. I'll respect your
wishes for the moment. I'll be your silent partner."
"But don't think of
it as group sex, Anne. One of my favorite games as a little girl
was to get a boy to make pee for me while I watched. Didn't you
ever do that?"
"Well, yes, I mean,
what girl hasn't."
"And I bet you had one
of your girlfriends with you".
"Not one but two," I
laughed.
"Did you feel that when
you did it, you were having group sex"?
"Of course not. We already
knew what little boys looked like. It wasn't really sex at all".
"What was the most fun
part of it?"
"We told the boy what
we wanted him to do and he did it."
"Exactly, this isn't
any different. It always amazes me how eight-year old girls are
naturals when it comes to domination, but somehow lose it as they
get older. Somehow the sex thing gets in the way. Sex is only one
part of it."
"One of the things you'll
learn about female domination is that it's best enjoyed if there
are other women to share the thrill with you. It's a spectator sport
as well as a `team' sport. I learned that lesson early. When I made
these boys pee for me, I always brought other girls along."
I knew eventually that
Jason and I would be getting advanced hands-on training from Debbie.
"But, I really afraid
of hurting Jason.", I protested.
"I think you're getting
S&M mixed up with B&D or D&S."
"What? I can't get all
this stuff straight I mean, even the personal ads in the newspaper
throw me with all those abbreviations".
Debbie continued. "OK.
S&M - Sado Masochism involves inflicting pain and receiving pain.
B&D - Bondage and Discipline. That's actually two things: Bondage
-- tying Jason up, and Discipline -- making Jason behave. Discipline
is the fun part for me. D&S - Dominance and Submission. As long
as I'm the `D' and he's the `S' I'm OK. I like humiliating a man.
Sometimes you can use bondage and sadism to help with the discipline.
but you don't have to."
"All of this is really
just one more dimension of your sexual relationship. You do what
works best for both of you. Your objective is to turn Jason on so
much that he willingly submits to anything you want. Push too hard,
and you'll drive him away. Do too much, and you may turn yourself
off."
"So, you don't have
to hurt Jason. Some men like that kind of stuff, but most of them
just want to be told what to do and obey. If inflicting pain squicks
you, then don't do it. You may find, however, that both of your
appetites may change as you explore your sexualities more fully.
Keep an open mind."
I was willing to listen
to more, but I still had more questions. "What about special equipment?
I mean, if I tried to do some of the stuff in some of the books
I read, I'd have to build a medieval dungeon. That's kind of hard
to hide from the neighbors when they come over."
"You don't have to go
`all the way'. Besides, you can disguise your fixings to look like
every day objects. In fact, you can even use every day objects.
Let's take a walk around your house later today and see what you've
got. You are limited only by your imagination."
-=o=-
As Debbie and I got
up to leave I remembered to ask, "Wait a minute. You suggested I
let Jason come. I wouldn't mind another licking, but I don't feel
like intercourse just now."
"So don't do it. There
are a lot of other ways to make a man come."
"What are you suggesting?"
I asked.
"Well, you could give
him a handjob. This way, you'll be in control."
"But what about the
mess?"
"Well, if you're squeamish
about getting your hands messy, do what I do. Wear gloves." Before
I could ask the question, she went on, "I have some rubber surgical
gloves I can let you have. They're really cheap by the box."
Debbie explained one
of her well learned methods of slow masturbation. "It's best if
you immobilize Jason when you do this. After a while, it gets too
intense for the male, and he tries to take over. Besides, bondage
will become part of the game soon enough."
-=o=-
Jason was just putting
away the vacuum when I came in. The house was in good shape. I could
hear both the washer and drier going as well as the dishwasher.
The floor in the kitchen was still wet.
Debbie and I smiled
at each other knowingly. I wasn't going to let Jason in on the fact
that Debbie knew of our special arrangement.
I smiled at my husband
and said, "Honey, why don't you take a break. I have a list of things
I want you to get from the store. Why don't you go now." I was pleased
when I noted his response, "Yes, madam."
As soon as he left,
Debbie and I began our tour.
"I guess the best place
to start is in the bedroom", I said as I motioned Debbie to follow
me. "Many of the articles talk about tying people up on a 4 poster
bed. As you can see, my bed isn't like that."
Debbie got on all fours
and looked under the bed. "Who said that the tie points have to
be above the bed? You have 4 legs, use them. In fact, its better
that way, since you can leave the ropes, or whatever you use, attached
and simply tuck them under the mattress when your not using them.
I also suggest you get some sort of means to restrict Jason's mid
section. You can tie a rope around one of the cross boards for that."
"What a nice chair!",
Debbie commented, moving to the other side if the bedroom. "Make
Jason stand behind the chair and bend over the back and place his
hands on the arm rests. Then tie his wrists to the arms. This will
put his ass up in the air where you can get at it for spankings
and other games. But be careful. I'd drape a towel over the back
if I were you. Men have been known to come while being punished."
"Now, here in the kitchen,"
she said as she continued our tour, "you can have Jason stand with
his butt against this counter while you pull his arms behind him,
and tie them together at the wrists. Now, go around the other side
of the counter and tie the other end of the rope to this cabinet
door handle. That will have him on his toes, and have his mid section
and penis thrust forward for you to play with. If you want to add
finishing touch, you can tie his ankles to the lower drawer handle
on his side".
Debbie had similar suggestions
as we went through the house, but when she got to the laundry room,
she exclaimed, "Oh, this is great! You have no idea what a gold
mine you have here. Look at this."
The `this' she was referring
to was a clothes rack my husband had built. It was nothing more
than two expansion bolts in the ceiling with eye rings screwed in.
Hanging from the eye rings were "S" hooks. Suspended from the "S"
hooks was a four foot dowel which was attached by two eye bolts
screwed through holds drilled close to each end.
To me, it was just somewhere
to hang Jason's shirts while ironing them. To Debbie's "educated"
eye, it was something else. She explained, "Take the bar down and
put it on the floor. Take a loop of rope or something and tie them
on Jason's wrists. Hook Jason up to the ceiling by slipping the
loop over the "S" hook. And now, for the best part", she grinned,
"make him put his feet apart and tie them at the ankle to each of
the eye bolts in the dowel. You've got him spread eagle and standing.
There's a lot you can do to a man when you got him in that position."
By the time she was
done, I had a dozen places to tie my husband up including, a coffee
table, some chairs of various design, towel racks, the shower (she
said that giving a man a cold shower wasn't harmful, but could be
very uncomfortable for the man and quite amusing for the woman to
watch). She even pointed out a traditional "stake" otherwise disguised
as the support pole in the garage. Boy, was Jason in for a surprise
when he got home.
By this time Debbie
had finished putting these "interior decorating" ideas into my head,
Jason was pulling in the driveway. She gave me a quick kiss on my
cheek and said, "I'll leave you two love birds alone now. Good luck
and go get `em."
Jason came in. I complemented
him, "It looks like you've been a good boy, the house looks great.
I'll inspect later. Put those groceries away and you'll get your
reward." I retired with my tea to the living room to relax as I
listened to Jason clattering about the kitchen putting things away.
In a couple of minutes,
Jason was done and stepped into the living room. "I'm ready, dear,"
he said.
I glared at him. All
of a sudden he realized his mistake. "I'm ready MISTRESS!" he exclaimed.
"Please, I'm sorry. I'll get used to this. Just let me come. I'll
do anything you say."
This was more like it.
"Come, let's go to the
laundry room, it's time to let you ejaculate."
You'd think I just said
that we won the lottery. He was capering around like a puppy that
was left alone all day when its mistress comes home.
"OK, it's time to strip
again," I told him.
As soon as I had him
naked, I remodeled the washroom like Debbie showed me.
I had him take the dowel
down, and run a short length of rope through each eye bolt. I made
him tie each of his ankles to the dowel. Then I told him to stand
up while I got the stool and started to tie each wrist to the eyebolts
in the ceiling.
He wanted to object,
but I reminded him, "Remember the paper you signed that night? We
do this my way." I, a mere 5 foot 4 inch 110 pound brunette had
my 6 foot 2 inch 210 pound husband, vertically "spread eagled" in
the classical anatomic position. Both his arms and legs were spread
almost three feet apart.
I grabbed his cock,
looked him in the eye and said, "You're going to learn to like this.
You've been a bad little boy playing with your `pee pee'. What would
your mom had said if she caught you doing that? From now on I am
the law in this house. I make all the rules and you obey them."
I gave his cock a squeeze and he meekly submitted.
It was delicious looking
at him tied up that way, and totally in my control. I took out my
gloves, smoothed them over my skin and went to work on his organ.
My gloves were well lubricated with his precome from the moment
I touched him.
I put the tip of my
index finger in the slit of his pee hole and gave it a gentle twist.
His body tensed. I ran the very tip of my latex encased finger up
and down the slit and watched him squirm.
Then I put my first
two fingers under the head of his prick and my thumbs on top. I
squeezed down with my thumbs and pumped it a few times. This forced
a drop or two more precome to ooze out. I ran one thumb over his
pee hole, and then the other.
Using the fingers under
his shaft to stimulate the lower portion of the head, I massaged
the top with my thumbs. I coordinated my stroking so that as I rubbed
down with my thumbs, I was rubbing out with my fingers. Likewise,
as I was pushing in with my fingers, I was running my thumb back
towards the read or the head.
Debbie called this "milking
the dick", and it was easier than she described it to me. Jason
was squirming uncontrollably and trying to thrust his hips to increase
the friction. Debbie warned me about that, so I just l stopped every
time I caught him doing it. "This is my show." I told him. "You
just provide that horny prick of yours. I'm in charge of everything
else." Eventually he learned to do it my way.
I milked him for about
15 minutes of slow masturbation before I let him come. He shot his
load like a rocket! I tried to catch his semen in my palms as it
came spurting out. Jason lost his balance. He was hanging from his
ceiling restraints.
He finally stopped pumping.
I took the two handsful of come and smeared it over his chest.
"Yes, dear," I smiled,
"There are definitely going to be some changes for the better around
here."
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