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Chapter
4
I just couldn't keep
this good news to myself. Female domination is something to be shared.
I knew it a decade ago when Jenny and I played a younger girl's
version of the game. Neither of us would have ever had the courage
to face a boy alone; however, together we felt so comfortable. The
act of exposing a boy wasn't just something that we were able to
"get away with," it was something we were entitled to.
Many of the references
on Professor Franklin's reading list also emphasized this point.
Several articles tied this sisterhood of domination to the importance
of public humiliation of a male. If a man cannot be humiliated in
front of a large crowd, then he could at least be brought to submission
at the hands of several women at once.
Two girls are not "several
women," but it's a start. I decided to invite my friend, Regina,
in on my secret. She seemed the type of girl who could handle kinky.
"Regina, wait up!" I
caught her as she was leaving the student union. "I'd like to thank
you for setting me up with John Bascomb last month."
She smiled back at me,
"You're welcome. How did things go between you two?"
"Not perfect, but he
has promise. He's so polite and ... how do I put this ... obedient."
I watched and caught
a glint in her eye as she heard the word, "obedient." I knew I had
a fish chasing this lure. I dangled it a little more. "Don't you
just love it when you're out with a boy who knows how to treat a
girl?"
Regina giggled, "You
bet, but they're so hard to find."
"Yeah," I lamented,
"It's tough finding one who knows his place with a girl."
She was in full pursuit
of the bait by this time. "His place?" she said with a tone and
a raise of the eyebrow that made it absolutely clear she wanted
to hear more.
"You know what I mean,"
I said to entice her more, "A boy who has that little extra amount
of respect for a girl."
"I can't stand it any
more," she exclaimed. "I think I know exactly what you mean. You
want a boy who fawns all over you and would do just about anything
for you. Right?"
"It depends on how far,
`just about anything' goes." I countered.
"Well," she smiled,
"I just love to make my dates make fools of themselves over me.
It doesn't have to be something big, and a lot of times I invent
some things for my dates to do. They're trivial things, and they
don't make any sense at all, but they are important to me. It makes
me feel good to watch them squirm. Any boy who doesn't do as I say
is in serious trouble with me."
"Right on, girl!" I
encouraged her. "What's the dumbest thing you ever made a boy do?"
She pondered that question
for a while. "Oh, I know, I had one of my dates do my shopping for
me once. All of the items were uniquely feminine: hygiene products,
panty hose, make up, shampoo ... the whole nine yards. I made him
do it at the market right down on Macon Street where everyone goes
on a Saturday afternoon. I am sure that he was seen by at least
a dozen people he knew. I know one of the checkout clerks there.
She said that it was the topic of conversation at break time."
Regina stopped long
enough to inhale and continued, "What about you?"
I was in. I related
my story about Roger and his fetish. I watched as Regina's eyes
grew larger with just about every word. When I got to the point
of relaying his first masturbation for me she exclaimed, "Bullshit!"
I produced the pictures
I took on our last occasion. Her already dilated eyes opened even
further. She was speechless and breathless for several moments.
In the distance, a bell
rang. I looked at her books and said, "Don't you have class now?
Aren't you going to be late?"
"Fuck class!" was her
curt response. "You lucky bitch, you. ... I'd love to get a guy
to do that for me."
My smile broadened.
"You want to come and watch the next time?"
"Do I! -- When is this
going to happen again?"
"When do you want it
to happen? Roger is at my beck and call. I call and he beckens over
to unload his pathetic prick for me."
We set a date for later
that evening. I had no doubts that whatever plans Roger might have
had would be dropped in favor of those I had made for him.
-=o=-
Roger appeared at my
room at precisely the appointed time. He knocked and I allowed him
to stand at the door for at least a half minute before he knocked
again.
"Come in." I said coldly.
He looked at Regina
and opened his mouth. I cut him off. "No one word out of you!" I
commanded. He shut it almost comically with a snap.
"What kind of an idiot
are you?" "How dare you knock twice!" "If I wasn't here for the
first knock, I wouldn't be here to answer the second one." I barked
off in rapid succession. "Knocking twice is rude. You will have
to learn patience!"
Regina pulled me over
to the side and whispered in my ear, "Keep going, girl. This is
getting me wet. Make him eat dirt!"
"Look at you. What are
you waiting for, an engraved invitation? Take off those clothes
and get on your knees immediately."
In less than 30 seconds,
he was kneeling naked before two freshman girls, one of whose name
he didn't even know! I could relieve him of at least that discomfort.
"You see, Regina, they
really aren't all that bad once you get them trained properly. Roger
here is still not quite house broken, he messes frequently, but
I think he can be domesticated."
"Messes?" Regina pondered,
"Messes? Like how does he mess?"
"Oh that, he plays with
this pathetic thing" (here I gave his semi-flaccid cock a slap with
my palm) "until he squirts. You think he was a little boy the way
he plays with it all the time."
I glared at Roger. "You
haven't been playing with it against my orders, have you?"
His answer was quick
and squeaky with fear, "No ma'am."
Regina giggled, "I know
just what to do with little boys who mess all the time."
I looked at her.
She responded, "You
diaper them! I used to diaper my little brothers all the time, it's
almost a second nature to me."
I loved that idea. The
reading material did allude to age regression as a key element in
disciplining young men. It plays up to their Oedipal Complex. There
was a time in their lives when they were totally dependent on a
woman -- mom -- and accepted both her love and discipline as a natural
part of their environment.
I mused aloud, "I wonder
what else we can do with a naughty little boy?"
Regina was ready with
the answer, "Spank him! I never got to do that with my brothers."
"Well, you've got the
chance now, girl. Go for it." Turning to Roger I ordered. "Get over
her lap!"
Roger looked awkward
as he squirmed to get over Regina's lap. The way she was sitting
on the bed caused him to wind up in a very heads-down position,
and he had to brace himself with his free arm. Regina threw her
leg over his, forcing his penis into her denim-covered crotch.
WHAP! Her hand landed
on his never-seen-the-sun white ass cheek. When she pulled it back,
there was a perfect pink outline of her hand. I could almost see
the fingerprints!
WHAP again! The sound
filled every corner of the room.
"Shhhh!" I told her,
looking around at the dorm's paper thin walls. "That will never
do. It's way too loud. We have to find a place where we can do this
without anyone hearing us." To myself, I thought that every girl
on the floor heard, and knew exactly what was going on.
"Get off her lap, you
fool. Don't think you are out of this. Punishment is only put off!
Get back on your knees." I had to keep the activities moving. Frankie
told me, "Never let them get comfortable."
"Did you bring your
little girl shoes?" I asked, knowing quite well that he didn't.
He lowered his head
and mumbled, "No ma'am."
"Well, then, what are
you going to use to collect your semen in?"
Roger looked at me blankly.
"I know," I said mockingly,
"Let's use your shoe. Pick up one of those things and give it to
me." He picked up his sneaker and handed it to me. I unstrung the
laces, put the shoe over his cock and balls and tied it by the eyelets
around his waist.
"Down on all fours,"
I commanded.
I casually put my bare
feet up on his back using him as an ottoman as I chatted with Regina.
"Roger is very fond
of women's feet." I explained to her. "You might say that he loves
them, or rather he'd rather make love to them. I think that any
love affair has to start properly, don't you?"
"Of course," she said
playing along with me.
"Before a man -- or
in this case, a boy, gets to see his lover naked, there are some
things he needs to do. He has to learn the name of his lover."
"Roger, I want you to
give some very nice feminine names to Regina's feet. From now on,
you will call them by their proper names."
After a number of proposals
we finally approved one of his selections. He came up with the names
"Peddie" and "Teddie."
"Nice names, Roger.
Now I want you to tell Peddie and Teddie how much you love them."
Roger stumbled through
some embarrassed lines, but that wasn't the point. The point was
he was doing some very humiliating things at my command and they
were witnessed by someone else.
"Now beg Peddie and
Teddie to let you kiss them."
"Peddie, Teddie, may
I kiss you?"
Regina laughed, "Oh
this is so delicious. Why of course, dear, you may kiss us." She
wiggled her feet in front of his face.
Roger kissed the toes
of her well-worn Keds.
"Wouldn't you like to
undress your lovers, Roger?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well then, ask them
for permission."
"May I undress you my
lovelies," he begged.
Regina responded for
her "girls," "Of course you may, but don't use your hands. Use your
teeth and tongue."
Roger struggled to bite
at the laces of Regina's sneakers. Eventually, he undid the knot,
and nosed and pulled them off.
Regina wiggled her toes.
"Phew, it feels so good to have them out in the air. Wouldn't you
like to kiss them now that they are naked?"
"Yes, ma'am," he responded.
As Roger moved his face
towards Regina's feet, I could feel his hips sway. "Yes," I thought,
"this is going to work." Aloud I said, "Lick the girls, Roger. Do
a good job!"
I dug my heel into his
butt and established the rhythm I wanted. His underslung sneaker
swayed back and forth massaging the organ inside.
"Start by taking her
toes in your mouth," I suggested. He closed his eyes and went to
his task. It was a labor of love on his part. He was enjoying his
wildest fantasy. Little did he realize that with every lick of his
tongue, with every suck of his lips, and with every buck of his
hips, he was surrendering himself deeper and deeper into slavery.
"Now lick the bottom
of her feet, but be careful not to tickle." I instructed. He began
humping more vigorously.
By the time I had him
kissing her ankles, he was bucking wildly. The insole of his sneaker
must have been masturbating him roughly. It could not have been
a "soft ride" for his penis. Yet he continued, oblivious to the
fact that he was probably rubbing himself raw.
Roger was panting with
his efforts. Within the rasping and gasping of his physical exertion
I caught the breathing pattern that signaled his impending eruption.
I nodded at Regina. She took her saliva-sloppy feet and rubbed them
in his face. Roger buckled and nearly lost his balance. He gave
a series of guttural grunts. Mission successful.
"Keep kissing the girls,"
I warned him. Somehow he managed to work through his ejaculation.
I made him continue for at least another 10 minutes before terminating
the exercise.
"Thank the girls properly,"
I reminded him.
"Thank you Peddie. Thank
you Teddie." He said very respectfully.
"OK, kneel up," I commanded.
"Take that thing off -- carefully. I don't want you dripping any
of your stuff in here. Get dressed."
It surprised me that
he didn't put his socks back on before putting his foot back in
his shoe. I just loved the look on his face as he felt his own ejaculate
squish between his toes.
"Good boy!" I complemented
him. "See you on Saturday." That was two days away. Regina and I
had a lot of planning to do.
Roger departed. Regina
and I sat in silence for what must have been a whole minute. Then
we burst out laughing. "Far- fucking-out!" She exclaimed.
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