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I turned back to her. I looked at her, with her self-assured, relaxed position on the sofa, and that smile that could send shivers down the spine of even the strongest and most willful man. I tried to summon up hatred for her, or anger, but neither was quick to come to me. "So that was the whole purpose of inviting me for a drink?" I asked. "To make me have sex with you?"
I wanted her to laugh at me. I wanter her to humiliate me right then and there, and give me an excuse, a reason to become angry with her. I was lost as to why I was not simply furious with her. I was angry at what she had done, risking my sexual health as she had, but I found it difficult to become angry with her.
Betty did not do what I wanted. But what she did say explained everything.
"I dominate the men in my life," 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 reply. What was more telling, however, was the fact that I did not rush to deny what she had said.
She rose from her seat and came over to me. Without another word, she began to undress.
Off came her blouse first. Two massive breasts swelled under a bra that had to be at least an E-cup and 40 to 42 inches around. Even then it looked like they were threatening to spill out the sides and top. Her torso was thick, but her stomach flat.
Her skirt slipped off her wide, round hips. Her stockings came to midway up her thighs, where a garter belt held them up. Her panties were a small triangle over her crotch.
She reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts rolled out of her cups, each movement of her body causing them to ripple. The nipples were quite large and prominent, standing out erect, the darker skin around them slightly puckered.
She pulled her panties down slowly, smiling mischievously at me as her totally hairless crotch was revealed.
Finally, she removed her stockings. Some women often appear to have great legs, only to find that their stockings were covering a multitude of imperfections. Not so with Betty. Her legs were smooth as silk.
Now completely naked, she stood right in front of me. "Tell me, John," she said softly. "Do you think you could bring yourself to touch me now?"
I stared. If I hadn't been hard because of the drug she had fed me, I would have been by then. She was stunning. I would never have imagined that such a magnificent body lie beneath her business suits. Her body completely redefined beauty. No fashion model could be built like her and expect to have a career. But then no fashion model could boast having so much more of everything that makes a woman a woman. Betty had the solidity, the presence, that other women lacked.
I wanted to touch her, if for no other reason that to make sure she was real. I could have. It would have been a simply matter to just raise my hand and place it on her hip, or cup one of her breasts, or caress her ass, or slide it between her legs.
But I could not bring myself to do it.
"You can't, can you?"
I shook my head.
"Do you know why?"
I couldn't answer. I knew the answer, but I couldn't say it.
"You're so intimidated by me that even my nudity, which traditionally symbolizes a woman's submissiveness, can't compel you." She smiled. "So now my nakedness becomes a source of power instead of weakness."
I sighed deeply. "I have no idea 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 doubts whether I would ... enjoy this."
"There's only one way to find out, then, isn't there?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"In general, anything I tell you to," she replied firmly. "Right now, I want you to take off your clothes while I fetch a few things."
I complied. I took off my pants 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 color, 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 large satchel that she placed on the bed. She withdrew a pair of shiny metal handcuffs 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 last of my clothes.
"When I dominate, I do so totally," she explained. "Physically and emotionally." She came up to me, glancing down at my penis, 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 keep it that way."
"Impatient to start?"
"You might say that."
"Put your hands behind you and turn around," she ordered.
I complied. She took one of my wrists in a very strong 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 other wrist. I noticed something odd, however, when she let go of me. There was a lot more play in the chain than I thought there would be.
"Don't turn around," she said.
I heard her rummage through her satchel again. Then she was behind me again, and reaching around to wrap something around my neck. For a moment I panicked and thought she was about to strangle me, but it turned out to be a collar of some sort. Then she pulled on the chain on the handcuffs, forcing me to lift my wrists and bend my arms until they were halfway up my back. Something tugged on the back of my collar, pressing it against my throat. The pressure increased when she let go. She had attached something between the back 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 have resisted me at any time," she said. "Why didn't you?"
"Because you probably wouldn't do anything with me if I did."
"Very true. But now we're almost ready to begin. There's just a few more preparations. Stand at the foot of the bed, your back towards the bed."
"What are you going to do?"
"You're not to question me," she said. "Or I may decide to punish you."
The idea of being punished by her was both frightening and exciting. The former 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 voice, nor had she put any anger into her voice. She had used the same moderate but firm 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 buckles and thick cord attached. She wrapped a strap around each ankle and tied the loose end of the cord to the leg of the bed on that side, pulling it taut. As she did this, she pulled my legs a little further apart so that now I could remain standing only if I continued to stand erect.
Betty was not yet done with me. She came over with several brass rings, varying in size from two to three inches in diameter. Each had a hinge so that it opened on the opposite side, where a clasp could keep it closed. A thin chain also lay in her hand.
She took one of the rings and carefully fit it around my testicles. I felt a small shudder go though me at her touch, however non-sexual it was right now. She tried out a second and then a third one, looking for the right fit. Finally she selected on, slipped one end link of the chain onto it, and closed it tightly around my testicles, the chain hanging down about six inches beneath my scrotum.
Betty looked at me and grinned. "Just one more item, and we'll be ready to start."
I refrained from comment, at least until she showed me what the last item was. "You can't be serious," I blurted.
"Oh, but this is what will assist in making your orgasms most spectacular," she said as she held the lead weight in her palm before me. "Allow me to demonstrate."
It was then that I truly felt how helpless I was. I could only watch as she carefully hooked the weight to the free end of the chain. She slowly let her hand drop, and the weight tugged unmercifully on the ring. I winced, expecting to feel as if she had just kicked me in the balls. Instead, it stopped just short of that. I felt like my testicles were about to pull free from my body, but the pressure on them, and the angle at which it was applied, was not enough to bruise them.
"Can you feel how your balls are pulled away from your body?" Betty asked.
"Quite well," I replied in a strained voice.
"You see, when you get close to climax, your body tries to pull your testicles towards your body. If it can't get them close enough, you can't orgasm. And the longer it takes you to get to orgasm, the more spectacular it is." She smiled evilly. "Perhaps you need more of a demonstration."
She stood off to the side. Her hand reached down and pressed my penis against my belly. I moaned softly at her touch, realizing how much I had been craving it from the start. She used two fingers to vigorously stimulate me right at the most sensitive spot about a third the way down the shaft from the head. I normally did not care for this kind of hand job; it was over with too quickly. I felt myself rise very quickly to climax.
I groaned loudly as the feeling of urgency increased swiftly, approaching the point where I would crest over into orgasm. I grew close to climax, right at the point of no return, or what should have been. Yet as she continued to stimulate me, I would not crest.
Her fingers continued to move in a steady, circular rhythm. "This will drive you crazy before long," Betty commented with a smile.
I tensed every muscle I could and my penis throbbed once, a single small drop of semen oozing out, but that was it. "If I lifted the weight, you'd orgasm instantly," Betty said. "Would you like me to do that?"
"Y-yes ..." I groaned.
"You would like me to make you cum?"
"Yes, please ..."
"Say it, then."
Ever close but not over. She was right, it was maddening. I knew what she was doing. This was a rite of passage. I knew and she knew that this was the point of no return. I had let myself be manipulated by her, placed in a position that rendered me physically helpless. 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 participate in this, I would never have done it. But once I allowed myself to be drawn into it, it seemed so natural as to be frightening.
"Please make me cum," I begged.
She smiled serenely and tapped at the weight with her toe, making it swing slightly. The shifting pressure on my testicles made my penis throb 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 cheeks, but I was beyond caring. "Y-you control my orgasms."
"And there's a reason 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 voice. She stopped stimulating me, letting my penis drop until it was standing straight out from my body. Her fingers caressed my testicles, the skin taut from the tug of the weight. 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 you cum when I want."
At no point in my life had I been so desperate to have my penis touched. A light touch for just a few seconds would have been enough to send me over at that moment. The realization hit me hard 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, John, what I meant?" she asked. "Do you see that this is how you were meant to relate to women?"
"It's ... it's still very hard to admit."
"No need. You already have."
She let the chain slip from her fingers and the weight tug at my testicles again. I glanced down at them. They looked swollen, as if the repeated stimulation of my penis had caused some sort of backup in them. It was probably my imagination.
Betty passed out of my view briefly, and I heard he in the satchel again. She returned with something that looked like a small plastic egg about two inches in length, with a wire snaking out of one end of it that led first to a switch and then to a transformer. Two leather straps were also attached to the egg.
She strapped the egg tightly to the underside of my penis near the base. She took the transformer out of view behind me and I heard her plug it into the wall. Still behind me, she picked up the wire. There was a click, and the plastic egg began buzzing softly as the vibrator inside it started.
In less than a minute I was hanging at a point short of climax, not quite as close as before, but enough so that the effect was excruciating. "I don't know if I can take this much longer," I told her.
"You don't have a choice," Betty said. "You will take it, and you'll take it for as long as I want. In the meantime, you're to please me."
She picked up the footstool that sat next to the dresser and placed it in front of me. She stepped onto it, and all at once my view was filled with her massive bosom. I could smell a faint aroma from her skin, a combination of her perfume and perspiration. The nipples on each breast were even more prominent than before, standing at least a half-inch erect.
For a moment, my predicament was forgotten. She grabbed the hair in the back of my head and pushed her left breast into my face. I couldn't breathe for a few seconds, until my mouth found her nipple and my lips 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 skin. I heard her moan softly. I licked at the nipple, still astonished by how large it was. I could actually hold 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 nipple, and I decided to try something. I closed my mouth further and inhaled as strongly as I could, drawing her nipple nearly to the back of my mouth.
Betty drew in her breath 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 mouth again, and as I let it go this time, I let my bare teeth just lightly catch it. With a quick twitch of my jaw, I gave her a small bite.
Betty's body jerked, briefly smothering me with her breast. "You're ... a bold one, aren't you?" she said in a slightly breathless voice. "If I hadn't enjoyed that, you might be in some serious trouble right now."
I felt I was already. My penis was driving me insane. I went at her breast voraciously, driven by the need to distract myself. After awhile, Betty withdrew her left breast from my mouth and presented the right breast for me, and I repeated the entire thing.
Finally, panting, Betty pulled away and stepped off the stool. "My god that was good," she said.
With the distraction gone, I was about at the end of my wits. "Betty, please let me cum!" I cried.
Betty recovered and smiled. "What did I say about your cock?"
I groaned. "You ... you own my cock."
"Which means?"
I swallowed. "You decide when I cum."
Betty's smile turned more friendly. "You impressed me with your skill. I think that deserves a little reward."
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 relief in its own right - and removed it from my penis. Then to my surprise, she knelt in front of me and took my penis into her mouth.
Never had I felt such a skilled tongue in my life! It moved in ways around my penis that I did not think were anatomically possible. I did not expect Betty to even desire to do this, since it's generally seen as a type of submission to the male, especially in this position. Yet when I thought about it, it made sense; she was doing it completely by her own choice, and not mine. I had no option other than to accept it.
Suddenly, the weight on my testicles was gone, and my penis exploded.
The first throbs were so intense they seemed to reach up into my belly, and I felt a slight twinge of pain in my PC muscle with each throb. Betty pressed her fingers hard in a spot just short of my anus, and I nearly fell over from the intensity of the convulsions of my prostate. I felt myself shoot load after load of semen into Betty's mouth, and her throat 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 intense climax I had ever had. I would have collapsed to the floor if Betty had not stood and grabbed my shoulders after I had finished throbbing.
Betty looked at me and smiled. "Now wasn't that worth the wait?"
I took a few seconds to catch my breath. Every muscle in my body seemed to ache. "Good lord, yes," I cried. "I never had anything like that before."
"And it looked like it did the trick, also."
She pointed downward. I looked at my penis. Very slowly, it had started to soften and lose its erection.
I gave a sigh of relief. "Good. I'm not so sure I could take 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 won't really completely go flaccid this time around."
I looked down again. My penis appeared to have already stopped softening. It was hanging in a state between flaccid and hard, like it sometimes did as I was getting aroused. I closed my eyes and groaned.
"However, I am not completely cruel," Betty said, lifting my head by the chin so I was looking into her eyes. The contained a compassion tempered by mischievousness. "I will free you, except for your handcuffs, so you can stretch a bit."
Betty released the cuffs around my ankles and removed the collar and connecting chain to my handcuffs. My legs screamed in pain when I tried to move them at first, having stiffened from being locked in position for so long. My arms also hurt when I unbent them as much as the handcuffs would allow, which was enough to stretch the muscles a bit since there was some play in the chain connecting the cuffs.
"Walk back and forth a few times," Betty suggested.
I was already doing so, and slowly the 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 tolerable, I noticed that my penis was becoming hard again.
"We'll need to wait a little bit before you're ready to respond again," Betty said. She sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide. As I had noticed before, her crotch was completely hairless, not even so much as stubble present. The labia were perfectly formed, and as she spread herself, I could clearly see her glistening clitoris, swollen and extended, larger on her than on most women, which seemed to be very apropos for her. "In the meantime, I have another way in which you can please me. Come here."
I crossed over to her, and found that I was eager to oblige her in what I know she wanted me to do. As I knelt between her legs, she grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at her. "Just like with my breasts, I want you to be aggressive," she warned. "Don't disappoint me, especially here."
"It might be easier if I could use my hands as well," I told her, my voice 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 tongue and lips, and - if you're good - maybe your cock as well."
She leaned back slightly, pulling my head with her and pushing my face into her waiting pussy. At once my tongue was pressed against her clitoris, and I started licking at it like a man dying of thirst.
"Very good, but don't neglect the rest of me down there," Betty said in a husky 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 face into her mound more firmly, causing her fluids to smear over my lips and nose. The strong aroma of her sex filled my nostrils, overwhelming my senses.
Despite how much is written about it, it is actually quite difficult to take a woman's clitoris into the mouth. Most are simply not large enough, or do not protrude enough. Betty's, however, was different. I could take it between my lips and suck it into my mouth and play with it with the tip of my tongue, all of which brought approval from Betty in the form of deep 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 performance had been lackluster, which had only served to make dealing with women harder. But perhaps I simple had not met the right woman.
I suddenly noticed Betty was panting. "That's it ... keep going ..." she gasped. Her back arched. "Don't stop ... don't ... oh my god!"
Her whole body seemed to convulse, and her legs threatened to clamp around my head. And like with everything else, she did not experience her orgasm halfway, either. Her entire body rocked with her throbs, which I could feel as palpable contractions in her vagina. I teased her clitoris lightly through her climax, which made her shudder again.
She let go of my hair and collapsed fully onto her back. "Magnificent," she breathed.
I was almost as pleased as she was. I had never been told that I had satisfied a woman so well. "I am glad you found me satisfactory," I said.
Betty propped herself up enough so that she could look at my face and smirked. "You may sound pretty low-key about it, but you look like the cat that ate the canary."
"Let's just say that I'm beginning to see the merits of this relationship."
With a groan, Betty rose into a seated 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 better than my ex-boyfriend." She sighed. "He could barely go for two hours before having to give up."
"The drug in my system does tend to be a motivating factor."
"I want you to know that I don't usually operate like that," Betty explained. "But when I met you, and got to know you, I knew early on I wanted you."
"You're joking," I said flatly. "You have to be."
Betty grinned. "Oh? Why?"
"No woman wants me that badly."
"But have you been looking for the right woman?"
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 minute ... 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 time I did it on the sly. I didn't want to risk rejection."
She meant it. For all her aggressiveness and shotgun approach to romance and sex, I could see in her face that she would have been very hurt if I had turned her down.
"Many people think that because I do this I don't care," Betty said in a softer voice. "I do. Just in a different way."
I nodded slowly. "I think I'm beginning to understand you a little better," I said.
She looked at me. "Enough to consider moving in with me when we get back to Denver?"
I wasn't sure how to respond to that at first.
"I care for you, John," Betty said. "I have for some time. I don't want to see you hurt anymore trying to make relationships with women on a level that just doesn't work for you. I want you with a woman that will appreciate you."
I had never known her capable of such tenderness. It was making it difficult to say "no". I wasn't so sure that I wanted to say "no". And truth be told, I felt something for her as well. This whole setup was quickly turning from something that I had been forced to do into something that I wanted to do.
"Will it mean more nights like this?" I asked with a slight 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 answer is 'yes', more nights like this."
I had to smile. "You haven't managed to show me what punishment is like."
Betty returned it. "You haven't given me any reason to yet."
"And if I did? What would the punishment be?"
"You'll just have to find out for yourself."
I considered this for a few moments. "In that case," I said finally. "Maybe you don't own my cock after all."
Betty grinned in understanding. "Oh?" she said, giving me that chilling enigmatic smile.
It very nearly made me lose my nerve. "Yes, that's right," I told her. "You don't own it. You don'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 stronger methods."
"Do your worst," I told her.
Never had I more regretted something I had said than that night.
I don't know how she had done it, but she had managed to convert the door of the closet into a torture device. I hung upside down with my back against the door, my legs spread, each ankle wrapped in thick leather restraints. Wide straps attached to them ran over the top of the door and were secured somehow on the other side, holding me with the top of my head inches from the floor. The metal ring was clamped around my testicles once again, its chain also disappearing over the top of the door and secured so that it was as taut as when the weights were on it (which made me hope that the straps on my ankles did not break!).
But this was not the worst of it. The vibrator was strapped to the base of my penis again, buzzing away, driving me again close to orgasm but not over. This time, however, this was a blessing. A rubber tube had been attached to my genitalia such that the head of my penis was snugly inside it. The other end of the tube was in my mouth, attached to a ring gag that kept my mouth forced open. The tube, though flexible, had been cut to just the right size so that it was pulled straight.
The most amazing thing 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 penis was driving me wild again. Now a saw her come into view, placing the step stool next to me. She was carrying a plastic ruler that she slapped loudly against her hand as she gave me a malevolent grin.
She reached around the back of the door, still watching me. I felt her tweak the chain that was attached to my testicle ring, feeling its tug against my genitalia. For an instant 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 thought of that sent a shudder through my body.
"Or ..." She climbed on the step stool. She lightly caressed the bottom of my left foot with a corner of the ruler, making me squirm. When this only served to mess with the tension on the chain, allowing my penis to give another half-throb, I relented. "Or I can show you how using the foot instead of the ass is a far more effective form of spanking."
I groaned. With the apparatus in my mouth I could not give her a coherent response. This gave new meaning to the words "caught between a rock and a hard place".
Betty suddenly gave the ball of my left foot a smack with the flat of the ruler, giving resounding crack and causing a brief flare of pain. The stinging sensation lingered for a few seconds before fading. "Think you could stand that?"
I tried to nod as 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 think you're okay with it?"
I nodded again.
"How about twenty?"
I nodded.
"Thirty?"
Betty wielded the ruler and delivered ten quick blows to the bottom of my left foot, about twice as hard as her first strike. My body jerked, causing the chain to pull more at my testicles this time rather than less. For a brief moment I was sure they were going to be ripped from my body. This time the sting lingered and did not fade.
"That was ten," she stated. "Still think you could handle thirty?"
I swallowed and nodded, my heart racing.
She grinned. "How about fifty?"
Fifty! Was she intending to keep upping it until I caved? Yet it still sounded better than the alternative. I reluctantly nodded.
She struck the bottom of my foot with the ruler ten more times. She did not do them as quickly this time, but she used more force. When she was done, the bottom of my foot felt raw and tender, and it hurt even just to wiggle my toes.
In the emotional rush that had accompanied the idea of having a long term relationship with a woman, something that I had only dreamed of before this, I had forgotten that Betty had the capacity to be cruel. After all, she did slip 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 amazing thing, really," Betty said. She traced the edge of the ruler down the underside of my foot, which still tickled despite the pain. "It feels so much worse than it is. The skin is barely even red."
She pressed the corner of the ruler into the flesh at a sensitive point, pain flaring. I groaned.
"Thirty more to go," Betty said. "Or, you can reconsider."
I looked at the apparatus around my penis warily. Despite the fact that the ring and chain held my testicles as tightly as it had a few moments before, I felt like I was edging closer to climax. It was as excruciating a feeling as before. Part of me wanted desperately the relief of orgasm. Most of me, however, did not want to deal with the consequences.
Looking at it logically, my reluctance made no sense. It would not hurt me. It would not make me sick, or injury me in any way. But there was a strong psychological barrier to it nevertheless.
I shook my head.
Ten more lashes at my foot. Now I could feel tears trickling out of the corners of my eye.
"You may be interested 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 punish, this is an example of what it is like. Is it the worst I can do?" She paused and gave a shark-like smile. "Probably not, if I put my mind to it."
I don'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 desperate for female companionship or whether I really got a sense for her honesty. By all rights I should not have believed her so easily; she appeared to enjoy doing this too much to want to do it so infrequently.
She tickled the bottom of my foot again. "Twenty more?"
I nodded and squeezed my eyes tightly shut in anticipation.
When nothing happened after a few moments, I opened them again.
"You probably ought to know something," Betty said. "After I'm done with this foot, I intend to repeat the same with your left. After that, it will still be a fifty-fifty chance 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 avoid it anyway! Sadistic did not even begin to describe it.
I gave her a pleading look, hoping she would interpret it as it was intended, as a plea for mercy.
The expression on Betty's face changed subtly. She looked thoughtful for a few seconds, then reached behind the door. I held my breath. 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 offer you a choice. I need to know how serious you are about wanting a relationship with me."
I swallowed, albeit with some difficulty. She reached over and unstrapped the ring gag from around my head, slipping it off. My jaw ached considerably when I tried to move it again, but it was a relief to be free of the infernal thing. "Does this mean you have a change of heart about ... this?" I asked, my eyes flicking briefly to the tube.
Betty smiled slightly. "That's part of what I was going to ask of you," she said. "I need to know, John. I need to know how seriously you're considering my offer."
I swallowed again, which brought a brief twinge 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 joke or part of the punishment. I was tempted to say that she had to get me down from this first, but I know she would not do that. She shouldn't; she was dominant, and the dominant 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 don'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 smart man."
I managed a smile. "You really do own my cock," I told her.
She started to smile in return. "You know, I can really begin to think you believe that. I ... I really think this could work out, but I have to have a commitment."
"Right now?"
"Right now."
There was a long moment of silence as I contemplated this. "What if I were to tell you 'no'?"
An almost imperceptible sigh escaped from Betty's lips. "I will release you from punishment," she said. After a hesitation she added, "And I will give you the antidote for the drug."
She had it all along! I should have been angry at her, but I instead admired her for her compassion. "I'll bet you would have 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 punishment by having you eat your cum."
I blinked. "You're not serious."
"I always am serious, John. You'd best remember that. Consider it proof of your commitment."
"All right, but I guess what I meant was afterward."
"Ah. When we return to Denver, you move in with me, and you follow these simple rules:
"Rule one: You never touch your cock, as it is my property and I'll decide what's done with it.
"Rule two: When you're at home, you're not to wear clothes of any kind.
"Rule three: You obey me without question. You're going to be spending a lot of time restrained, suspended, and erect."
"And what do I get in return?"
Betty grinned. "Why, only the best orgasms that any man could ever dream of enjoying. I've only shown you a very small number of ways. And a solemn promise that I intend to show you how much I appreciate you, and that I will never punish you without damn good reason."
On one level, I knew I was a fool for believing her so easily. I had not known her long enough to establish that sort of trust. Yet at the same time, there was something about her, something about what I felt when I looked into her eyes. Those eyes held a tenderness in sharp contrast to the rest of her. She needed me as much as I felt I needed her.
When she was preparing her torture device for me earlier, she had briefly left me completely unrestrained. I could have easily made a break for it. But I didn't. She had trusted me not to. Now I had to trust her.
"I agree," I told her.
The words were barely out of my mouth when Betty was strapping the ring gag on again. I opened my mouth to accommodate it, even as my heart started racing. She stood, and her expression shifted back to the cruel taskmaster again. With a perfectly evil smile she reached around the door and set the vibrator buzzing again.
The stimulation in my penis did not take long to build back up to where it was before. The chain moved but remained taut.
"I own your cock," 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 hand dropped away from the door. "Which means I can leave 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 head. My eyes begged her to give me some relief.
This time, however, she had no sympathy for me. "What you want, however, is irrelevant in this matter. But more than I want to see you suffer from a denied climax, 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 second, all the tension in the chain attached to the testicle ring was gone.
My penis exploded into an orgasm as intense as the last. Several large warm globs dropped squarely into my mouth and onto my tongue, and the sharp odor filled my nostrils when I exhaled, making my stomach churn. I tried to swallow to get the stuff out of my mouth, 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 semen fell into my mouth, quickly coating my tongue, lips, and teeth. I groaned loudly, wishing I could spit. Strictly speaking, it was not the taste that put me off, but the consistency and the smell.
Betty waited until the last of my orgasm had faded and my penis started to soften, a little faster than before. She knelt by my head again and placed her fingers on the straps holding my ring gag. "When I remove this," she said, "You're to keep your mouth shut, and when you can, swallow every drop in your mouth. 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 stomach 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 tongue 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 lips. "Mmmm. Too bad it doesn't taste as good to you as it does to me," she said in a husky voice.
"Did I ... please you?" I asked.
"You took your punishment very well. And now, would you like to rephrase what you said before that started this whole thing?"
I slowly grinned. "You own my cock, and you have complete control over it."
"Ah, much better. You are indeed a fast learner ..."
"Many men, John, understands what it means to fuck a woman," Betty said as she crawled over the mattress towards me. "But few men understand what it means to be fucked by a woman. 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 ankles had been lashed tightly together and secured to the bedpost diagonally opposite the first. Attached to the end of the chain of my testicle ring was a high-tension spring, the other end of which was wrapped around the same bedpost to which my ankles were tied.
Betty straddled my hips, the powerful muscles in her legs squeezing my body briefly in a show of strength. My penis ached from what it had endured that evening, yet I had another strong erection which glistened from the liberal amount 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 face betrayed nothing but calm.
She slid her hips forward and let the head of my penis caress her labia. She looked down on me and smiled. "Have you been looking forward to this?" she asked.
"I thought that would be fairly obvious," I replied with a half-grin. I did not think that I was containing my excitement very well.
"Be careful, John," Betty warned. "Don't make me think you're trying to be sarcastic with me."
"I would not dream of it."
Betty angled her hips down and leaned forward. I felt my penis start to penetrate her as she slowly slid backwards. I moaned softly as I felt it encounter a fair amount of resistance as it entered. This amount of tightness in her pussy could not have been natural.
When I was fully inside her, she carefully straightened up. The lack of any hair in her crotch made it easy to see my penis buried inside of her, only about a quarter inch of the base showing.
"Have you been wondering about how tight I am?" she asked.
"I had wondered about that, yes." I smiled. "I find it quite ... stimulating."
"Every day I do PC muscle exercises. I've been doing it for the last ten years. Allow me show you."
At once, her vagina clenched around my penis like a vise. Then she flexed her legs slightly, raising her hips by just an inch or two. Her grip 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 withdraw completely. She lowered herself, eased her grip enough to force me inside her, then clamped tightly around it again.
"Good lord ..." I muttered.
Betty smiled. "I'm rather proud of it. It allows me to dominate even here, in what would normally be the ultimate act of submissiveness by a woman. Instead, the roles are reversed."
Without warned, she started to fall forward. I was sure she was going to injure me by landing right on top of me, but at the last minute her hands slapped loudly against the mattress on either side of my head. Muscles tensed and stood out on her arms. Her large breasts brushed my chest in a most erotic way, making me forget my fear for the moment.
Betty eased her grip on me slightly, enough to allow her to slide her hips back and forth. Nevertheless, each time she slid forward, she tightened her muscles and pulled hard at my penis until it hurt.
"Oh my god ..." I cried. "Please, ease up a little ..."
"I'm going to have you strengthen your own PC muscle," Betty said. "Consider this your first exercise."
Yet she did seem to relent a little, allowing her to move more quickly. She lowered herself a little further, breasts pressing against me. I could hear her panting softly. "Exercising the PC muscle ... also makes my climax ... come sooner," she said in a breathless voice.
I felt myself building quickly to orgasm as well. The problem I always had with intercourse was it made me get there too soon, leaving me satisfied and my partner disappointed. Indeed, I had reached a point just before the crest but was held from going over once again by the testicle ring.
Betty leaned down even further, and I felt her weight against me. Her body was warm, and the touch her her bare skin against mine was arousing. Her hips angled a bit, her PC muscle loosened slightly, and she increased the pace. Her breasts ballooned just under my chin; if I had angled my head down, I could have 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 copious lubrication made my penis slide more easily. Suddenly she gasped, clutched me tightly, burying her head in my shoulder, hips working frantically, breath held.
She cried out loudly in my ear, and her whole body shuddered. Her PC muscle pinched my penis sharply near the head, making it throb a few times despite the ring. I could feel the throbbing of her orgasm as rhythmic pulses 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 previous two times, as if the ring was not as effective this time. I felt myself throb once as she stirred, and groaned my distress.
Betty gathered herself, slowly making it back into an upright position, 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 impressed with you, John."
I managed a weak smile. "You said yourself I was a fast learner."
"I could let you cum inside me," Betty said. "I decided a long time ago I never wanted kids and had my tubes 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 times before I give you relief."
She reached around and adjusted something on the spring. I felt the ring tug more firmly at my testicles. "That's better. 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 most women and was ready to go again within minutes. It did not take her long to begin humping faster and faster, driving herself to another strong orgasm that left her sweaty and panting, and my penis aching and desperate for relief.
"You continue to ... surprise me," Betty said as she raised herself upright, my penis still firmly clenched in her vagina. She took a few moments to finish catching her breath. "Not many people know that the male penis has a great deal of variety in shape. This one is just right."
I had to wonder if this was intentional; these little morale- and ego-boosting comments now and then, or if it were genuine affection she was showing for me. Her tenderness was subtle, but it was there. You just had to know where to look for it.
She smiled at me, and this time I could definitely sense the affection. "You've been very good. 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 times before I started throbbing, spewing my seed inside her. I groaned loudly as her muscles tightened again and seemed to prolong my orgasm. When it did start to fade, 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 moment, and what I saw in Betty's eyes when she looked at me convinced me right at that moment that there was one thing that was certain. We both needed each other badly. If either one of us were to reconsider this arrangement, the other would be deeply hurt.
Love? I don't think I'd seriously know or understand the emotion even if I tried. There was something between us, but whether it could be called "love" in the traditional sense of the word, I wasn'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 idea of sleep reminded me how tired I was going to be once the adrenaline rush had worn off completely. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep in restraints," I said gently.
Betty smiled and nodded. "I know. I'll remove them."
I grinned. "Convinced that I'll stay?"
"Should I not be?"
She knew the answer to that. I started to laugh.
"Something amusing?"
"Oh, just that this has to be the first business trip 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 people don't understand 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 feeling that this is going to work out just fine."
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