Cute Girls

Sam, Laura and Joanne Ch. 03

*The Demi-Denouement*

Laura went home with Joanne after an evening that started in the late afternoon with Joanne’s declaration of love and intent to seduce Laura and ended with a wild scene in a “Plaza” parking garage.

Joanne gave Laura towels and a washcloth and some miscellaneous toiletries, pointed her in the direction of the guest bedroom and hugged and kissed her goodnight.

Laura slipped off her pumps and pulled her little black dress over her head. She watched in the mirror as the satiny dress came off and decided she did look good naked as she ran her hands over her belly and breasts, stopping to thumb a nipple - and then pulling it until she sucked in a breath with a hiss.

She went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and washed her face again but decided to try an experiment on Joanne. Since Joanne liked Laura’s natural scent, Laura would see just how far she liked it. Laura decided not to shower or even give herself a “sink bath” by washing her underarms and sex standing at the bathroom sink with a washcloth. She thought she was a bit ripe from the evening’s activities and the 85 degree/80 percent humidity of an early summer Kansas City night but… Maybe that was just her “good girl” perception or maybe Joanne was a whole lot kinkier that Laura could begin to imagine. Laura would find out that both would be true.

She pulled her hair back loosely and put it in a scrungy. She slipped under the covers of the bed and turned out the bedside lamp but she couldn’t sleep. The softness of the bed and the coolness of the sheets against her skin (she “never” slept in the nude) did nothing but add to the turmoil roiling through her mind and body.

Laura sat up in bed and without turning on the light she got up and padded across the thick carpet. She stopped midway to the chair where her dress laid; she was suddenly struck by the feel of the carpet against the soles of her feet and the way her breasts felt as they moved freely with her body. She’d never really taken notice. Laura started again for the chair and picked up her dress from the evening. She held it up by the shoulders to figure out its orientation. Once she’d figured out front from back she pressed her nose into the front of the dress at the level of her sex. It was her scent.

At first she was repulsed by the salty/tangy smell of her own musk mixed with sweat but then she pressed the dress into her face and held it there, closing her eyes and slowly deep breathing. She finally pulled the dress away from her face and held it against her body.

She liked it.

And for the first time in her 24 years of marriage she understood why Sam loved to smell her panties. She giggled quietly. “Sheesh! Men! They really are dogs,” she thought with a laugh.

Then, she held the dress out at arms’ length and turned it so that the back was facing her. She hesitated for a moment and then quickly pressed the dress to her face and inhaled.

She found the slightly damp, very aromatic place where, in the sexual heat of the scene in the parking garage, Joanne had actually pulled her dress up and pressed her bare sex against Laura’s hip and humped against her.

“Oh God! Oh MY GOD! I like it!” Laura’s mind screamed. “She was turned on by another woman’s scent!” Laura felt the familiar flush spreading up her chest and face, her sex filling and lubricating and her nipples engorging. She couldn’t believe it. “Did this mean she really was a lesbian or bisexual or just some silly woman who didn’t really know anything about her own sexuality? Oh God!” she didn’t know what to think of that.

“Oh well,” she thought as she pressed the dress to her face again; her nose in the center of the damp spot as she rubbed her cheeks with the soft, cool material and fantasized being between Joanne’s long legs. Then another thought came to her.

Laura took the dress away from her face, bowed her legs a bit and squatted slightly. She put her arms around the high back chair and pressed her mons against the upholstered edge of the high back sitting room chair.

Joanne had not been the first person to dry hump her; Sam had - sort of. When they going steady, Laura adamantly refused to even allow Sam to pet her when they were alone and kissing. But one night, Sam pressed her against the fender of her car and with a leg between her thighs, pressed tightly to her crotch, he humped against her while kissing her - feverishly – and whispering “dirty” things in her ear. Soon Sam ceased his humping and commanded her to get herself off.

“God! She started to hump back against him!”

That was her first orgasm ever with a man or any other person, for that matter.

Laura slowly undulated her hips against the chair, the trim of the upholstery providing a pleasantly rough surface working her clit up and down, sliding between her sex lips - getting easier with each pass as Laura got wetter - and rubbing her belly.

She smiled in the darkness then grunted as the upholstery had hit an especially sensitive spot sending waves up through her belly.

“Sam knew what a “sexual animal” she was. Oh, yes, Sam knew. And, like a hunter, he pursued her and captured her. She’d never thought of it in those terms before. But now, she understood. Now she knew. She liked the thought.”

As Laura’s orgasm started to build she started making a series of small, high pitched, fluttering cries. Joanne, standing outside the bedroom door, heard the cries start and crescendo and then, moments later, the silence (she couldn’t hear Laura’s panting through the door). She smiled, pressed her hand and her forehead against the door and desperately wished she could go inside and hold her - and then make her come, again, and again, and as many times she could stay awake. “That will come soon enough, you randy old bitch,” Joanne told herself as she walked down the hall to her room.

Laura’s orgasm was so intense she simply slid down the chair and lay on her back, panting. Her legs spread obscenely. She fell asleep there.

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Joanne closed the door of her bedroom, kicked off her heels, pulled the spaghetti straps of her black satin sheath off her shoulders and shimmied out of it, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. She flopped down on her bed like a teenager; happy about the night had gone, except for the bizarre presence of the two women. She picked up the phone and dialed Marci’s cell.

The cell answered but before anyone spoke Joanne said, “That was some performance tonight, love. More than I expected.”

“Why thanks Annie, I always aim to please. When do I get to sink my cock into that sumptuous ass of “yours”?”

Joanne laughed hesitantly, not that big of fan of David. “David, how are you? We’ll have to work out an appointment; I’d love to have you sodomize me after seeing you in action tonight,” she lied. “Ah, where’s my pet?”

“Oh, she’s in the back seat, her face shoved in the seat as that little blond bitch fucks her with an absolute fucking monster of a strapon.”

“Ah,” Joanne wished she could see that. “Who in the hell were those two women? I think my girl’s a bit shell shocked by it all, especially when that little Dyke came on to her.”

David laughed, “Sorry, Annie, Marci thought she’d surprise you and add a touch of kinkiness. The older woman is Marci’s secretary, Jennifer. She’s in her late 30’s. They get together at least three or four times a week. The little Dyke, as you call her, is Jennifer’s bitch. Marci and I are discussing bringing her into our little family. And after tonight, shit!”

“Jesus David, is she even of legal age?”

“Barely. She’s 19. She’s an art student at the “Art Institute”.

“Christ, another one.” Joanne said in a low voice.

“Beg pardon?”

“Oh, nothing David. Tell Marci to give me a call tomorrow.”

“Will do.”

“And thanks for the show.”

“Our pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Joanne showered, poured herself a nightcap, checked her email and then remembered Sam down in Baton Rouge. She looked at the clock. It was going on two and Sam said to call whatever the hour but Joanne knew he’d be occupied.

Still, she called his hotel room and got voice mail. She called back to the front desk and asked to be put through. The phone rang six times before the receiver clattered a few seconds and then thumped to the floor. Joanne smiled.

“Oh please…please don’t leave me like this…” Joanne heard 36 year old Charlotte Aimee Simone Sarazin begging Sam not to leave her, probably without an orgasm. 36 years old and a protégé of Joanne Durham, “CASS,” Ms. Sarazin’s nickname among her friends and family, was, with Sam’s help, going to be the next Justice to sit on the Louisiana State Supreme Court in New Orleans.

Joanne heard the familiar crack of leather on naked skin and then frantic faux whispers of “yes” and “please, more.” A thrill ran through Joanne’s body as she wished she were on the other end of Sam’s lash. But she would be would be soon enough. She smiled, whispered, “Goodnight my Master, my lover,” and hung up.

~~~~~~~~~~

By a quarter of nine the next morning Joanne had finished her first cup of coffee and cigarette. She sat in the breakfast nook in her terrycloth robe and wondered what the day would be like. She lit another cigarette, made a call to Rico, one of Allyson’s two husbands, then poured a cup of coffee and went to the guest room.

Joanne made a risky decision about the seduction and debauchery of Laura. She prayed that it would work.

She knocked gently on the door. There was no answer so she quietly opened the door. Looking like Venus in repose, an arm over her breasts and a hand covering her sex, Laura was still asleep on the floor. Joanne sat the coffee cup next to Laura’s head and then sat on the floor next to her, watching her sleep.

Shortly Laura stirred, awakened by the aroma of the coffee.

“Hey,” Joanne said.

“Ummmm,” Laura stretched long and slowly then smiled, “hello!”

“I guess, since you are naked, laying on the floor of my guest room, we can’t write off yesterday as some sort of dream or nightmare, eh?”

“Uh, no.”

“So, how are you this morning?”

“Good, I think.”

“Feel like letting me know what are relationship is?”

Laura hesitated a moment and looked away from Joanne, “Well, I’m still working for you, at least if you want me to. And I’m flattered by your feelings but…this is all so strange to me…Joanne,” Laura moaned, “I don’t know what to tell you.

“I’m laying on the floor, naked before you. I haven’t showered since yesterday morning and I am a bit musky. I thought you’d just take me and that would settle things.”

Joanne raised her eyebrows, “Take you?” she asked.

“Yeah. I don’t know what to do.” Laura spread her legs wide for Joanne sending up a cloud of her own pheromones. “You’re bigger than me. You’re older than me. If you want me, why don’t you just force me?”

“Ah. I see. No, Laura,” Joanne’s tone was direct but gentle, “I will not take you without your express approval. I need to know you need me and want me, even if just a little to begin with. de Sade took his victims. That’s a very important distinction between the Marquis and me: my pleasure comes from mutually agreed upon love and lust. I get no pleasure from taking someone against their will.”

Laura started to protest that it really wasn’t against her will but Joanne held up a hand. “I need you to accept me as I accept you. Just because we might have a dominant/submissive relationship, my lovers are all either my equals or close to it.”

“As tempting as you are laying there,” Joanne’s voice now took on a feral thickness of lust. She looked at the ceiling and breathed a long sigh, “You little “cunt”,” Joanne hissed, her eyes penetrating and angry, “you have “no fucking idea” what I could do to you right now, what I “want” to do to you right now.

“I want to hear you scream as I rape you with a dildo that I wager is twice as big as Sam’s cock (Joanne, of course, knew it was.) I want to fuck you “bloody” and then I want to hear you “beg” me, you “fucking little slut”, for more when I pull it out of your raw pussy and “violated” ass.

“I want to see your fresh face and wild red hair between my thighs, sucking my most sensitive flesh until I come and my “cum” runs down your chin and throat and down your breasts!

“I want to take you to my “playroom,” put a noose around that beautiful neck of yours and hoist you up on your toes just enough so that you are on the edge of consciousness! And then I’ll whip that porcelain skin on your back and ass while you dangle until your skin is raw and then sodomize you with an even bigger dildo until you scream your undying love for me; that you’ll be my slave, my bitch, my fucktoy for the rest of your life while you gasp for air, you “stupid little cunt tease!”" Joanne heard the anger and lust echo in her voice. “God damn it!” She had gotten herself so aroused and had gotten sloppy. “Oh SHIT!” she cursed herself in her mind.

Laura’s eyes were huge. Her voice cracked, and then she barely whispered, “Then do it.” Laura spread her legs and held out a breast in offering to Joanne.

Joanne reached out and caressed the soft skin atop the proffered breast and then traced her fingertips over across Laura’s breastbone and hefted and caressed the other small breast. Then she ran her fingertips along Laura’s soft inner thigh, eliciting a moan from Laura. But then Joanne gently pushed Laura’s thighs together and pulled Laura’s hand away from Laura’s breast.

“You think,” Joanne began slowly and softly as if she were talking to a small child, “that if I force myself on you then you’re not responsible. And while that’s a fun scenario to play out, it’s not love. I don’t think you understand that I “love” you and that while your sexuality is driving me to distraction, sex does NOT fulfill my need for a spiritual and emotional connection to you and never will. Sex, while I consider it very sacred, sometimes even a transcendent transport into realms most humans never know, is still only an animal action without love.”

Tears were welling up in Joanne’s eyes. She reached out and cupped Laura’s face with her hand. Her voice was trembling. “Laura, my love, you see what appetites I have. They may sound cruel and depraved but I guarantee you I can make you love the kind of things I can do to you. But, uh, something else you have to understand is,” Joanne looked up at the ceiling and took another deep breath, fighting for control, “it’s, uh, Laura, I “will not” be unfaithful to those whom I am in faithful relationships with.

“I have made those same cries that I want to hear come from your lips - that I’ll be a bitch and a fucktoy and a slave to a man who is my lover. I’d marry him if I could but I can’t - at least not now, not yet. And even if our plans to bring me into his family by bringing in his wife, I still can’t marry him legally.

“He’s really the first man I’ve truly loved since my husband died. And I have a host of other people, believe it of not, around the world who are bound to serve me; to be my slaves, bitches, fucktoys. I love them too and I will not violate the trust and love I have long established with them.

“Telling me to just “do it” is not enough. You have to “come” to me and then I’ll do lots more than take you, believe me.”

Tears were running down Laura’s cheeks. What she could not bring herself to say now and what she could not tell Joanne at the restaurant was that she was falling deeply in love with her; that even the kinky sex - though sometimes the thought of it frightened her to her core - appealed to her. She “wanted” to surrender to Joanne, to Sam and not have any worries, if she understood what Joanne was offering.

But.

Like Joanne, she would not be unfaithful to Sam. And she didn’t have the foggiest idea how any of this squared with God whom she had given her life to.

Haltingly she said, “I, uh …Joanne, help me…I can’t be unfaithful to Sam. I can’t be unfaithful to God.”

Joanne touched Laura’s face again, in a whisper filled with sadness Joanne gently said, “I know. I know, baby. But you need to sort all that out. Get it square in your heart and conscience.” Joanne wiped the tears from Laura’s face. Laura caught Joanne’s hand by the wrist and kissed it repeatedly, feverishly. Joanne knew Laura was on the brink but Laura could not confess her love for Joanne.

“All right then, time to roll the dice and hope I don’t crap out”, Joanne thought. She stood up and held out her hand to Laura. When Laura was on her feet Joanne hugged her, nuzzled her neck and kissed it, inhaling Laura’s ripe scent.

“I love your scent this morning, by the way.”

Laura smiled, “I was hoping you would.”

“Listen, I thought we’d do the spa thing again but something’s wrong with the hot tub. Why don’t you go to the kitchen and get something to eat and then Allyson’s husband, Rico, will give us massages - and don’t worry, he’ll absolutely “love” the way you smell. I have to go down and see what’s wrong with the tub.”

“Okay. Uh, should I go, uh, you know, naked downstairs?”

“Sure, dear. I’ll see the workman goes out another way. We’ll be alone except for Rico.”

As Laura headed down the stairs for the kitchen Joanne turned and pressed her face, breasts and hands to the wall.

“She” felt lost and it was a bit unnerving to her. She was always in control, always knew the right things to say and do and yet with Laura… “Dear God,” if she ended up screwing this up she had no idea what to tell Sam. He would be furious, she was certain.

She was on the verge of hyperventilating; she felt dizzy and there was a huge convention of butterflies in her stomach. She had never felt so out of control emotionally or sexually since her husband started her debauchery, training her to be a pleasure slave, doing, what she thought then were unspeakably depraved things - and hating them. “How far she had come”, she thought as she reflected on the dark pleasures she craved and enjoyed with abandon.

She was going to have Rico push Laura, maybe let him fuck her - no, not fuck her, that was Sam’s call. She was going to “guilt” Laura into submission. Something her husband had done to her at the height of her own vulnerability.

Joanne despised that sort of head game - and her husband for doing it to her; she swore to herself and the woman who lead her and mentored into discipleship to Christ that she would NEVER do what her husband had done to her to another living soul.

During the weeks of this psychological torment and for weeks afterward she was in an emotional and spiritual vacuum, numb inside, dead inside. Through all the gang rapes, the whippings, the psychological abuse and all the other tortures, which even the Marquis de Sade may have even found perverted, it was as if she were outside of her body.

She lost 30 pounds and when she wasn’t being used by her husband or her “trainers” - or toward the end of that period, being force fed and bathed because she had given up on life – she laid, collared and chained, in a fetal position in the corner of her room.

She eventually forgave her husband for his brutality in her training and after a short while she did not notice the emotional scars because she “did” love her husband and she “did” love the sexual creature he turned her into.

Laura was, sexually and emotionally, extremely fragile now. She was “almost” out of control, hanging on to a mental facade of propriety and morality by a thread, an increasingly weak thread at that. Playing on her guilt, that she was being unfaithful in her devotion to her husband and God, cutting the thread that held that last bit of control Laura was holding onto might send her over a psychological and spiritual edge, much deeper and sharper than Joanne remembered experiencing herself. She wondered how badly she would damage Laura if that happened and she shuddered. But…she wanted her, wanted to possess her, even if it met hurting her. “God! Maybe she had let herself and her lusts go too far. Oh God.” she thought again. “Sam.”

“My butt’s all loose now from all the strap-on stuff Miss Maple you promised you wouldn’t do it no more, I can hardly keep from shittin’ my drawers I am so loose back there from the damn strap-on, please don’t…”

Aubrey’s eyes lowered helplessly as he watched Miss Maple advance with the stick and he turned and bent over. “I will punish you later for your profanity, Aubrey, the word “damn” is not allowed in this house. Spread your cheeks with your fingers, Aubrey, immediately.”

Aubrey’s fingers grasped his bottom cheeks and pulled them apart and Miss Maple shoved in the wooden penis end of the stick that had just been down his throat. She pushed it deeply into his buttocks and he groaned.

Miss Maple pushed further and put her hand on Aubrey’s back. “Get down on your knees, Aubrey.” Aubrey dropped to his knees, crying quietly. “Miss Maple took up the Hiking Staff and whacked it on Aubrey’s behind with the hand not holding the dildo-stick.

“I told you to pull your cheeks apart! Stop cinching your buttocks, you are making it difficult for me to pull the stick in and out.” Sighing, Aubrey grasped his butt cheeks from the back and held them as far apart as he could so Miss Maple could pull the stick in and out freely.

Miss Maple began pulling the dildo-stick in and out of Aubrey’s buttocks as he moaned and groaned.

“Oh, stop, ma’am, it hurts so much.” Aubrey wailed. “I-can’t stand it, you’re ripping my butt apart.” Miss Maple grinned as she pushed and pulled the dildo-stick. “That’s my goal, Aubrey, to make you so your buttocks are those of an old man, and you must wear adult diapers by age forty.

What use are you, if you are such a whiner you cannot take a few plucks from my tweezers? What right do you have to a firm rectum? Better that you have the buttocks retention of a prison queen, that is my opinion.”

Suddenly Aubrey let go of his buttocks completely. Miss Maple lost it, and began whacking away with the hiking staff. “Grab your buttocks immediately!” she shouted.

But Aubrey just covered his eyes and sobbed as she slammed the dildo stick in and out of his suffering anus. Finally Miss Maple pulled the dildo-stick out and ordered Aubrey to rise.

She waved the penis head that was covered with blood and fecal matter under Aubrey’s shuddering nose. “Now you will hold this stick in your mouth obediently while I pluck the remains of the hairs from your crotch, do you understand?”

Sadie was amazed as Aubrey finally was silent and obedient, holding the shit-covered dildo-stick in his mouth. He looked completely revolted of course, his mouth was moving uncomfortably as he tried hard not to swallow what was smeared across the wooden penis head.

And Miss Maple was assiduously ripping the stray hairs off of his crotch without hearing a moan or a whine from the big man.

Finally Aubrey’s crotch was completely bald, and Miss Maple seemed satisfied. “Though of course he is still stubbornly erect, but what am I to do?” Miss Maple implored Sadie.

“Men are such babies you know dear? Bend over the couch!” she ordered Aubrey, and the big man bent over the armrest obediently. Sadie noted that there was still a slight bit of blood dribbling from his buttocks from the tremendous fucking with the dildo-stick.

Miss Maple lifted the Hiking Staff and gave Aubrey twenty hard whacks with it, the big man staying silent as he continued to grasp the dildo-stick in his mouth, and she then motioned to Sadie to hand her a three foot brown braided whip that was curled up on the bookshelf.

“This is an English dog whip, Sadie.” Miss Maple said, handling it gently. “It is hand made with twelve plaits.” Miss Maple cracked the English dog whip in the air and Aubrey winced. “It is marvelous for maintaining discipline with the unruly man.” Turning to Aubrey, Miss Maple took up the English Dog Whip and went to work.

A Week Later

“As you can see, Aubrey is a weak man with little self-control” Miss Maple said as she knelt next to the tied man on the bed. Sadie and Dee sat on chairs, “observing” Sadie had been quite surprised to discover that Dee knew all about the peculiar relationship between Miss Maple and Aubrey; and that she’d been the one to suggest that Miss Maple show Sadie the “ropes”!

“See, after Miss Maple showed me how easy it is to get a guy to take care of me and not do all the irritating shit that men do–you know, showing up late on dates, cheating on us, breaking promises, neglecting us for guys night out and stupid-ass football games–

I realized that life could be so much easier.” Dee had explained. “The other night I tied my boyfriend’s hands behind him and made him perform oral on me all night, and it just excited him! I mean, this is the secret to happiness, Sadie!”

Now they were sitting together watching Miss Maple show them how to control a man’s orgasms. It was so interesting, because she was dressed in her normal snug turtleneck, skirt and hose.

And Dee and Sadie were in crop tops and shorts, the same as most young girls wore, but poor Aubrey was stark naked, and he looked so pathetic, bound as he was to the bed with Miss Maple’s red-tipped mahogany fingers galloping up and down his sweltering suffering shaft!

Sadie was amazed, most of her boyfriends and certainly her ex-husband had never gotten into any position where they’d have a chance of being tied up…they were the macho guys!

“Now you will see how a man’s erection can be controlled, despite long periods of time without an orgasm, my dears.” Miss Maple said as her chocolate forefinger slowly trailed down Aubrey’s suffering shaft.

Miss Maple ran her forefinger and middle finger up and around the glans of Aubrey’s cock, and leaning over she blew her full lips on the very tip of the glans, and it stiffened as Aubrey gritted his teeth, gasping. “Don’t be careless, my love” crooned Miss Maple.

“No Ma’am, I won’t” whispered Aubrey. Miss Maple ran her middle finger up the underside of Aubrey’s cock and he gasped aloud as the Caribbean woman’s light touch sent his cock into throes of ecstasy.

“Why is he so upset?”asked Dee curiously. “Most guys would like this kinda thing.” Miss Maple gently pulled Aubrey’s balls with one dark hand and massaged the middle of his shaft with the other.

“Ah yes my dears, but Aubrey has gone over a month and a half without having orgasmed, and he is not scheduled to release for some time.

I have told him that if he does have a nasty little accident, I will give him a fearful thrashing with this.” Miss Maple held up a long piece of leather.

“This, my dears, is a Barber’s Razor Strop and it has landed on Aubrey’s naughty buttocks many a time, but as of yet the Barber’s Razor Strop has not found its way on Aubrey’s penis.”

Miss Maple took that penis in her first two fingers and rubbed up and down vigorously, as Aubrey tried desperately to hold back from releasing himself.

“Although his penis has been whipped with rulers, yardsticks, paint stirrers, willow switches, canes, lamp cords, a carpet beater and all sorts of other interesting implements.”

Miss Maple’s fingers gently pulled Aubrey’s foreskin up and down and she leaned over and Aubrey stared right into her full breasts. It was clear to both girls that he was very close to cumming.

Miss Maple began pulling Aubrey’s penis in a brisk tug, faster and faster as the big man gritted his teeth and tried desperately to hold off.

At one point, Miss Maple showed him an expanse of leg, and he gasped desperately. “Are you having a bad time, Aubrey?” Miss Maple asked the big man curiously. She pulled one of her shoes off and used her dark brown toes, encased in the itchy stocking to rub Aubrey’s balls while she played her fingers along his cock.

“You see, girls, Aubrey used to be a terrible masturbator, almost compulsive.”

Miss Maple’s fingers twirled the tip of Aubrey’s cock as she spoke. “I didn’t know quite what to do with him, he had been discharged from one or two jobs for spending excessive amounts of time in the lavatories looking at obscene pictures.” Aubrey blushed as the Jamaican woman said this, but she ignored him.

“Often he didn’t have the energy to satisfy me when I wanted intercourse…he complained of course that I didn’t want to have sex as often as he did, and didn’t understand why I thought he should be able to hold off until I had the sex urge, which comes about once a month or so.” Jesus, only once a month? thought Sadie. Poor guy!

“But I decided to take action, and I got rid of all his nasty magazines and fetid films, and I began keeping Aubrey to a strict schedule of orgasmic releases.

At first I allowed him to masturbate once every three or four days, and then we cut it down to a week, and then once a month, and finally, only when he was about to make love to me.” Miss Maple toyed with Aubrey’s fondly as she said this.

“But I tease him constantly, making sure that lots of semen is building up inside his testicles. I have friends who put chastity devices on their men, but I’ve never felt a need for this, I just feel his testicles when he comes home in the evening.

On the occasions when they’ve felt light, I’ve stripped Aubrey immediately, tied him down and given him fifty with the dog whip or the hiking staff.” Aubrey winced as Miss Maple trailed her fingers across a thick vein in his now over-purple penis.

“I also feel his balls when he leaves in the morning, and now and then I drop by work during the day just to check on him, you know.”

“But then why are you trying to jerk him off, Miss Maple?” Sadie asked curiously. “I mean, isn’t that counter-productive?” Miss Maple played her fingers along Aubrey’s violet shaft as she considered Sadie’s question.

“Well that’s true, Sadie, but I am trying to teach Aubrey self-control. I feel that if he can resist my fingers now, he can resist any sort of stimuli including wet dreams, which I am afraid the boy has from time to time.”

Miss Maple’s fingers wandered across Aubrey’s hard cock as she spoke softly. ” I am just trying to make Aubrey understand that my pleasure comes first. He can enjoy being stimulated by me, and I hope he does, but his orgasms belong to the times that he must satisfy me.

Don’t you young ladies get rather irritated when a man cums first within you, what is it you Americans call it? Premature ejaculation? Aubrey was a terrible premature ejaculator, and now he holds back and we can screw for hours.

As a matter of fact, now and then we make love and he must withhold his orgasm while I have several, and then go to bed frustrated…and it makes him a much more obedient boy, I think.”

After a time, Miss Maple’s fingers began catching the tip of Aubrey’s penis in a sort of trap just under the “hood” and they began pulling and tugging away, which seemed to make Aubrey somewhat crazy, he began breathing and gasping as she tweaked his glans again and again, and the veins running up and down his shaft seemed to bloat in his excitement.

Miss Maple tugged and tugged, the penis in this special twist between her Stygian digits until finally Aubrey gasped “M-Miss Maple, I’m about to have an accident, ma’am!”

Miss Maple looked down at Aubrey, a slight smile twisting her lip. “Really, darling? You don’t think you can make your erection subside on your own, and you are in danger of spoiling Miss Maple’s nice plaid miniskirt?

Really, can’t you go limp?” Miss Maple’s ebony thumb secured its teasing grip on Aubrey’s glans as she questioned him, but aroused as he was, Aubrey was quite obviously trembling.

“Well I don’t know what to do, Aubrey dear. I would give you a vicious cock-whipping of 100 strokes with the scourge if you had the temerity to cum, but perhaps a smaller correction will distract this disobedient penis.”

Miss Maple let go of Aubrey’s penis and slapped the head. “Perhaps with the English Dog Whip that I punished you with last week in front of Sadie here?”

Miss Maple picked up the English Dog Whip. “If I give you just a few licks to calm your disobedient organ down that might be all right.” Aubrey shook his head in the extreme negative and Miss Maple laughed as she explained to the girls

“You see, a few months ago, I was teasing Aubrey as he got out of the shower-bath, and I got him so excited that he had an orgasmic accident and stained Miss Maple’s blouse for work, and I had to take the trouble of changing.”

Miss Maple chuckled grimly. “I had to send it to the cleaners, quite embarrassing as you can imagine, and so I gave poor Aubrey’s peenie fifty lashes with the English Dog Whip and the very thought of it on his penis seems to just terrify poor Aubrey.”

Aubrey began begging desperately. “P-please oh please Miss Maple, don’t whip my dick, it’ll go down of it’s own accord, I just gotta think about baseball scores or somethin’ You look so damn hot, Miss Maple, and I get so excited layin’ here, but please don’t whip me.”

Miss Maple pointed a dusky finger at Aubrey’s straining, purple penis. “Does it look as if it is getting smaller, girls?”

Sadie and Dee both shook their heads solemnly. “It’s a very disobedient penis” Sadie said, stifling a giggle. “Yeah, Miss Maple you got to do something about it.” Dee reached her finger over and stroked the tip once and Aubrey gasped as the penis got bigger and harder again.

“Yes, it is a stubborn erection, Dee, and I am trying to teach this man to behave himself. I suppose only this dog whip will quiet its raging impulses”said Miss Maple, as she lifted the English Dog Whip over Aubrey’s unfortunate erection THWACK!

The whip’s braided plaits landed smartly on the tip of Aubrey’s stiff penis and he screamed loudly. “Aaaguh!” Tears ran down his cheeks and indeed it seemed to Sadie that there was a deep red mark on the side of Aubrey’s penis, though it didn’t seem to have grown any limper.

Miss Maple lifted the English Dog Whip again. THWACK! THWICK! THWUNK! THWACK! “Finally, success” Miss Maple mused as Aubrey’s penis,overcome with the viciousness of the attack of the lashes, shriveled up and fell over to the side of his hip.

A trickle of blood came out of a sore on the side of the foreskin, and Aubrey sobbed deeply. Sadie noticed that Aubrey was trying to soothe his scorched penis with one of his thighs,but it was quite difficult since his legs were tied together.

“It seemes as if the erection is finally starting to subside, though it is sad that such exemplary discipline is needed just so Aubrey can obey a simple request to have a normal sized penis, instead of horrifying impressionable young women by exposing them to a er, vehement tumescence.”

Miss Maple clucked her tongue at Aubrey. “Sad, isn’t it ladies?” Miss Maple looked quite grieved by all this, as if her narrow shoulders were taking the whipping instead of Aubrey’s unfortunate genitals.

Miss Maple nodded at Dee and Dee nodded back, picking up on a signal that was lost to Sadie. “I am going into the other room to have a glass of water.” Said Miss Maple.

“I will be back. I hope your penis has learned a lesson, Aubrey, and will stay in its humble shriveled state.” Aubrey looked up at Miss Maple with tearful eyes. “Yes, Miss Maple, I will stay limp now, ma’am.”

As the door closed behind Miss Maple, Dee bent over Aubrey’s erection. Dee was a cute redhead with perky boobs trapped in a striped crop top and she had delicate little hands with long fingers with pink nails. “You poor baby, are you feeling all right?

How’s your poor cock?” Dee asked sympathetically. “Yes Miss Dee, I’ll be okay” said Aubrey nobly. I understand the need for the correction,but how my poor penis hurts.” Aubrey whined.

Dee reached into her purse and brought out some dermatological lotion. “I think your poor dick needs some medical attention, sweetie.” She squirted some lotion on her fingers and began rubbing Aubrey’s penis and testicles, all the time whispering to him.

“You poor honey. You’re such a hot, muscular guy, Aubrey, I can’t believe you have to put up with this crap from this awful woman.” Dee’s index finger trained a line of slippery lotion down Aubrey’shaft, now growing back to full hardness.

“I hope this lotion is making your poor pee-pee feel better, darlin’” Dee leaned over so Aubrey could see the swell of her cleavage.

Aubrey smiled slowly as her fingers grasped his erection and began pulling hard “Yes ma’am it sure is.” Dee squirted more lotion in her palm and rubbed it all over his cock and balls.

“Why don’t you rub the inside of the poor guy’s thighs, Sadie?” asked Dee. Sadie was slightly revolted.

After all, Aubrey was not quite her type,but she cooperated after she saw a wink from her friend’s right eye. Together the girls swirled lotion all over the now smiling slave’s genitals, until he was gasping with desire once again.

Dee gave Aubrey’s penis a final gentle rub and leaned down, whispering in his ear. “Miss Maple says you’re real good in the sack as long as you don’t cum, is that right, Aubrey?” Aubrey bit his lip and nodded. “That’s what I hear, honey. I’m a young virgin, and so is Sadie here, and we’d love to get our first time on your cock.”

Sadie suppressed a giggle. Dee was so full of shit. Neither of htem had been virgins since junior high, but men seemed to get off on the whole virginal image, she guessed. Dee quickly undressed, waving her tits in front of Aubrey, and then climbed on his hard cock. Dee rode it for a bit, waving her big boobs at Aubrey.

“Wouldn’t you like to suck these, baby?” Dee trilled. She didn’t drop entirely on Aubrey’s erection at first, grinding the tip with the edge of her stubbly vagina, while Aubrey strained to give her pleasure. “Don’t cum now baby” Dee panted. “Remember what Miss Maple will do to that naughty cock if you cum!”

Aubrey rolled his eyes and nodded. Sadie was rather amazed at the size of Aubrey’s cock and how it appeared to be pleasuring Sadie. Finally Sadie climbed off Aubrey, wiping herself off. “I came twice that was really cool”

Dee panted and Aubrey’s cock looked dangerously close to explosion. “You go next, Sadie.” Dee panted. “I don’t think so, Deirdre.” Sadie said with a smile. “He’s a little too gross for me.” Aubrey looked terribly disappointed. Sadie was a bit cuter than Dee, and Dee shook her head sorrowfully.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Dee danced back over to Aubrey’s cock and wiped her juices off with a towel and then licked his bulging glans. “Mmm-mm!” Dee moaned. She sucked the head for a bit, her lip gloss remaining on the edge of Aubrey’s foreskin when her head backed off again, “What a hot guy!”

Dee leaned over Aubrey’s penis, licking and sucking it more, Sadie watching in faint revulsion. She didn’t think much of fat old guys, but apparently Dee had no problems in this area. Dee really seemed into it. Aubrey kept gasping and closing his eyes, and moving his hips around, and it was clear that he was quite fearful he might orgasm soon.

Dee sucked his cock harder and harder, and Sadie knew the girl knew her work, as men who dated Dee had nicknamed her “Velvetmouth” Dee bit the underside of Aubrey’s cock, and slurped the tip, but finally after about ten minutes, she moved away from the stubbornly stiff penis. “You’re a champ, you won’t cum, Aubrey.” Dee said grudgingly.

“Well, you got to understand the penalty phase, as it were. ” said Aubrey. Dee refreshed her makeup, putting her clothes back together perfectly.

A moment or two later, Miss Maple came back into the room. Sadie had the feeling that Miss Maple had been watching someplace, so well timed was her entry after Dee had pulled on her last shoe, but Sadie really couldn’t be sure. Miss Maple was a weird one, that was for sure. Sadie had to admit though, Miss Maple had a good deal going on here.

Over the past six days, Sadie had visited Miss Maple several times and she’d seen how clean Miss Maple’s house was kept.

Aubrey had different chores he did mornings and evenings, and Sadie had to admit she never found dishes sitting about or any room unvaccuumed. Aubrey was an accomplished chef, and he waited on Miss Maple and her guests hand and foot.

Miss Maple had showed Sadie her bankbook, and it was an amazing amount of money for a typing teacher, well over seventy thousand dollars. “I bank Aubrey’s salary and my own, and some of this is from an inheritance he got when his father passed away.” Sadie was amazed. “And he signs it all over to you? That’s wild.” Miss Maple smiled. “Yes, that’s correct.

Aubrey also must bring me his paycheck sealed. Now and then they give him an unsealed envelope, and then I take his pants down and I whip him soundly. I don’t even think he needs to look at the check, just endorses it over to me.” Miss Maple laughed. “Aubrey’s available cash before meeting me went to cocaine and prostitutes when I met him as a neighbor some ten years ago.

One day I saw one of his magazine subscriptions, to a journal called Maitresse, and I read the articles and looked at the pictures, all about female domination, and I saw my role in Aubrey’s life. We are quite happy, actually.”

Miss Maple’s life really did seem rather together, and Aubrey had told Sadie privately when he was driving her home one night, “It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be the submissive to a beautiful, dominating woman, to be disciplined and dominated, and my life is great today, but sometimes Miss Maple is a bit tough on me.” Sadie was amazed!

But now Miss Maple came in and sat on the bed next to Aubrey’s bound form. “Ahh, how relaxing that was. I took a bit of time, I hope you don’t mind, and had a small sandwich.

Keeping this young man in line is energy sapping work.” Miss Maple tapped Aubrey’s bare thigh, and then looked down at his once again straining cock. “Goodness, what’s this?” she said in displeasure. “I just spent the better part of half an hour trying to calm down this disobedient organ and here you are erect again, Aubrey. Horrifying these impressionable young women, it’s awful.”

Dee spoke up. “It’s really disturbing Miss Maple, he just can’t seem to control himself. I think he’s been leering at poor Sadie.” Sadie was amazed at the brazenness of Deirdre, who had just been fucking Aubrey’s organ to full tumescence. But now the poor thing looked shocked and horrified as if she’d never seen a hard penis in her life.

Miss Maple shook her head. “I just worked so hard with the Dog Whip trying to emphasize with great effort the importance of your erection subsiding, and here it is again in full flower. I am terribly disappointed, Aubrey.” “Ma’am I’m-sorry it’s—it just happened, I’m real sorry” came Aubrey’s querulous voice.

Aubrey of courser couldn’t tell her that he had just been fucking one of the “impressionable young women” and letting the other one play with his testicles.

“Aubrey, I am amazed” said Miss Maple. “Obviously, the last punishments I’ve inflicted on you were of no use. Fortunately I have further disciplinary measures that may help.” Miss Maple leaned behind her and got a small box of office supplies, and pulled out some binder clips.

Miss Maple took one of the ugly black metal binder clips out of the box, and looked at it approvingly. “Rustproof tempered steel construction and they’re advertised to have a nonslip grip, you know, girls.” and pressed the steel handles apart with one hand while pulling a bit of Aubrey’s foreskin out with two nails from the other hand.

Sadie watched all this with fascination. Miss Maple was a pro at this dominatrix thing. Sadie had learned that Aubrey wasn’t the only one of Miss Maple’s slaves.

“You wouldn’t believe how many men are eager to be dominated by a woman, Sadie, and who really need it badly.” Sadie had learned that Miss Maple made a cool C-note once a week visiting a submissive pharmaceutical salesman, who she’d take over her knee in the squalid confines of a motel out on the highway once a week.

Another man, astonishingly, was Mr. Stanislaus Vavasour, the owner of the business school where Miss Maple taught and Sadie was a student. One day, Miss Maple had brought Sadie into the office with her and had her witness a bitter discussion about tuition hikes, as Sadie had almost been forced to drop out of school as the current increase was twice the price of her scholarship.

For a bit of time, Sadie had thought Mr. Vavasour was going to win the argument, explaining about teacher’s salaries, and his own needs for a new car, and though Miss Maple had made sound suggestions as to where Mr. Vavasour could cut costs, it didn’t look good, and Mr. Vavasour had lost his temper eventually.

“Goddam it, I can’t help tuition hikes, let this little bitch get a part time job!” Mr. Vavasour had roared. He could treat Sadie that way, as his business school was the only one in town. Sadie was aware that Mr. Vavasour didn’t like her, as she had repulsed his attempts to ask her on a date, and now she was near tears, thinking her career as a secretary was over.

As Sadie cowered near the door, Mr. Vavasour screamed at Miss Maple, til she finally breathed in and bared her teeth. “All right, Stan, I’ve heard enough.” Miss Maple had reached out and slapped Mr. Vavasour’s face. “I promised you that we would never take our “other relationship” public, but your behavior is astonishingly immature.”

Mr. Vavasour had gone white and he’d balled his fists. “No, no don’t you dare—” Miss Maple shook her head. “Unzip your pants and put your penis out here on your desk!”

Oh Jesus, Sadie had thought. Miss Maple has lost her mind. She can’t just dominate every man in sight! But Mr. Vavasour had shut up almost immediately. “Not here, Miss Maple, please.” Miss Maple had pounded her slim black fist on the table.

“Immediately, Stanley.” Sadie wondered if anyone, even Miss Maple’s mother called her by her first name. What was her first name? It was a mystery. Biting his lip, Mr. Vavasour had tried not to look at the teenager whose scholarship he was ruining, and he’d unzipped his pants and pulled his long, wrinkled penis out on the desk.

Sadie had marveled an ugly, shriveled thing it was. Miss Maple had taken her leather six inch shoe off and lifted it above her head. WHACK!

Mr. Vavasour had howled bloody murder as the heel tip had banged the glans of his penis into the harsh wooden desk. “Is there a problem Mr. Vavasour?” came his secretary’s querulous voice from the exterior of the office. “No, no Evelyn, just go get lunch, right now!”

Mr. Vavasour’s voice had steel in it, and they all had listened to Evelyn’s feet scurry away. “You spend a fortune on your house, on your cars, taking your mistresses to Cancun and all these other places.” Miss Maple said between her teeth. “Surely you can afford to help out a few poor girls.”

Mr. Vavasour’s eyes had widened at Sadie’s problem becoming the problem of a “few” girls. “Are you going to give Sadie and Deirdre, her friend full scholarships, Stanislaus?” Mr. Vavasour coughed.

“Full scholarshyips, I can’t, perhaps another two hundred off…” WHACK WHACK! Twice the cruel heel came down and Mr. Vavasour had screamed even louder, and Sadie had spotted a trickle of blood on his penis.

“I demand a full scholarship and a substantial living allowance for the ten poorest girls at this school including Sadie and Dee and—”Miss Maple had been interrupted. “Done! That’s f-fine. Please leave.” Mr. Vavasour had zipped up his pants, crying, and Sadie had been even more taken care of than before…Miss Maple was something!

Sadie’s eyes returned to the present scene with Miss Maple and the unfortunate Aubrey…Good God, she’s amazing.

Clip! Now Miss Maple had locked on one binder clip, and Aubrey shut his eyes tightly and bit his tongue against the pain. Sadie suddenly reached into the box and found another binder clip and leaned over, clipping it to a fold in the side of Aubrey’s shaft.

“This is fun, it’s like arts and crafts, you know?” asked Dee as she attached yet another binder clip to Aubrey’s glans.

Miss Maple placed several more of the painful clips on the sides of Aubrey’s shaft, and Dee squeezed some more on Aubrey’s inner thighs.

“Oooh it’s so painful” Aubrey whined. Sadie took two binder clips and put one on each nipple and Aubrey howled in misery. Dee placed a row of binder clips going Mohawk style up and around Aubrey’s shaft, and Sadie placed some more on the flab of Aubrey’s stomach.

Sadie could not quite get over what Aubrey seemed to put up with at the hands of his evil Jamaican mistress. In the past week she’d seen Miss Maple make Aubrey hold an ice-cold enema in his rear for nearly an hour, another time Aubrey had been forced to suck off a gay male hustler after Miss Maple had paid the fellow to give Aubrey a flogging.

She’d witnessed Miss Maple give Aubrey a public bare-bottom spanking in the supermarket in front of a group of laughing children when he’d brought her the wrong kind of peas, and again in the dressing room at Hecht’s after Aubrey refused to model a mauve shirt Miss Maple had picked out for him.

The other day Miss Maple had raped Aubrey with her entire collection of dildoes and vibrators, and then she’d dared Dee to stick a bowling pin up Aubrey’s rectum, and Dee had taken her up on it!

The bowling pin had become rathe dislodged in Aubrey’s rectum, and they’d had a very embarrassing time at the Emergency Room, but Miss Maple said it was all in the line of raising a good slave-boy!

Two nights before when Aubrey had been caught “borrowing” Miss Maple’s panties for a clandestine masturbation session, Miss Maple had called Sadie and Dee at their rooming house and the girls had come over and helped Miss Maple fully make Aubrey in eye liner blue shadow, blush, hot pink lipstick and a blonde wig.

Then the ladies added a pink fluffy dress and high heels, and then they’d had him go downtown with them to get catcalled by drunken construction workers! But this binder clip business might well have been the worst, Sadie thought.

As Miss Maple now placed more of the clips around Aubrey’s scrotum, one being actually on Aubrey’s testicle, he moaned miserably. “Are you all right, Aubrey?” Miss Maple asked kindly, though Sadie got the impression Miss Maple didn’t give a shit about Aubrey’s pain.

“They jus’ bite so much more viciously than clothespins” muttered Aubrey with his eyes shut. “But think Aubrey” said Dee as she ran a finger up his stiffening shaft “If your disobedient penis didn’t stay so stubbornly erect we wouldn’t be able to put all these clips on, would we?” Dee asked, and Miss Maple and Sadie laughed.

Miss Maple reached behind her again and came up with duct tape. “You were using this when you installed our HVAC system, dear.” Miss Maple smiled kindly at Aubrey. “And now I can prove once again that waste not, want not is one of the great maxims of the era.”

Aubrey’s eyes widened as he watched Miss Maple pull the duct tape away from the roll and begin wrapping Aubrey’s testicles thoroughly, the tape covering all areas that didn’t already have binder clips poking through.

“Is this too uncomfortable for you dear?” Miss Maple asked in a concerned tone as Aubrey’s crotch was completely drowned in wads and wads of duct tape “Well ma’am, its all stuck to my crotch hair, and between the tape and the clips, it’s really a bit much.”

“Very well, dear.” Miss Maple said firmly. “We will get rid of it all!” Immediately, Miss Maple ripped all the duct tape off Aubrey’s crotch,taking most of the hair with it.

Aubrey bellowed, and then she and the girls began knocking all the binder clips off Aubrey’s crotch with riding crops, and the unfortunate man learned perhaps that excessive complaining is not always the most politic of things to do!

Eighteen Months Later

Sadie looked at the naked, kneeling man on the floor, and frowned at him, and Doctor Creighton Commerce’s legs shook as he stared up at the angry girl, who tapped her foot and stared right back down at him.

Shortly after Aubrey’s torture treatments with the binder clips and the duct tape, Sadie and Dee had rented the top floor of Miss Maple’s house for a third of the cost of her tiny room in the ghetto rooming house downtown. It was quite a breeze, Aubrey cooking and cleaning for the young ladies, and Sadie and Dee assisting Miss Maple with Aubrey’s discipline.

Sadie also enjoyed Aubrey’s oral attentions on her clit and his long and experienced massages. Sadie had a steady, normal boyfriend, but thought the whole whips-and chains thing was hilarious.not for her of course, but it was a gas, and Dee and Miss Maple took it so seriously, this S-M!

Sadie chuckled, thinking of her previous attitude as she now tapped her foot as the naked man stared at the floor. “Doctor Commerce, I believe I told you that you were to straighten up this house.” Sadie said rather severely.

“Your office dowstairs is clean, you put away all the stethoscopes and scrubbed up your examining room, and you cleaned your living room, the dining room, your den, the library and you’ve scrubbed the bathrooms well, but you’ve neglected something.”

Doctor Commerce looked up at Sadie, and she could see his stiff penis waving as his knees began trembling, as they must have been in acute pain on the hardwood floor. His dick was really rising, though.

You’d never know that she’d been caning it with a Zenith target lead loaded bull whip, the kind with a double plaited belly and a seven layer kangaroo hide. Sadie liked it, it had a good lead weight at the butt of the twenty inch long handle, and Doctor Commerce’s previous “assistant”, Nasty Bob, had given it to her with confidence. “It’s what he needs” Nasty Bob had reported. “Doc picked it up when we were vacationing in Sydney, Australia, last year, and it’s made to control the bushmen, and he screams when he gets it on his cock or ass, but it’s damn good for him.”

Dee had been in the BDSM “life” longer than Sadie had, so Sadie was not surprised when Dee met Norbert, a recent West Point graduate who shared Aubrey’s proclivities, one night at Miss Maple’s bondage club.

But Sadie had not considered an alternative like this for herself, really, and was content to take out her bad moods whipping Aubrey’s ass, and figuring eventually she would move on after graduating from the business college. But then around the time Sadie was to graduate, Miss Maple sat down with her for a serious talk.

But now Sadie thought of Miss Maple’s serious talk as she confronted the shivering, terrified Doctor Commerce. “Doc, in the nine months we’ve lived together, you’ve never been an effective housecleaner.

The toilets are not perfectly scrubbed, twice last week I bounced a quarter on my bed and it wasn’t made to perfection, you haven’t been diligent in scrubbing the basement walls…it’s sucky. Doc you were supposed to clean the entire house including your downstairs office, and really cleaned my room, and you’ve fucked up royally.”

Doctor Commerce stared at her in panic. “What do you mean, ma’am, you told me I would be punished viciously if I didn’t clean the house today and I’ve been up since dawn working on it, I—” Doctor Commerce began sobbing, and Sadie was completely impatient with him.

Leaning down, she slapped the middle aged heart doctor viciously across the face, and he burst into tears. “Doc, there’s a wastebasket knocked over right in this room, and you’ve done nothing about it.” Doctor Commerce, bending over on his hands and knees, looked around, puzzled. “Where, Miss Sadie?”

Sadie stepped behind Doctor Commerce and swiftly kicked over the small wastebasket against the wall, shaking out all the lipsticked Kleenexes that he’d had to use the night before when she’d dressed him up like a ballerina and forced him to suck off truckers down on the waterfront. Hearing the noise, Doctor Commerce turned aro und and saw what she’d done. “Now wait a minute, Miss Sadie, you’ve just knocked that over, and it’s not fair!” he protested.

“I gave up my tennis tournament and spent seven hours cleaning this place on my one day off in three weeks, no operations, this was my day, because you punished me so severely the other day for neglecting my work, and you thrashed me with a length of garden hose and made me write “I will be a more effective houseboy” 1,000 times, and so I canceled the tournament to scrub all day, and now you’ve knocked the basket over, and that’s just not fair.”

“What? How dare you question me!” Sadie screamed, and the startled physician backed off. This was what Sadie had been waiting for. She grabbed her rattan cane, from the window ledge and flexed it.

It certainly was better than the one she’d used on him the other day, that one had broken on his jaw, but then again rattan was an organic material that dried out easily in Sadie’s experience. It always broke after the first dozen uses. But Sadie was smart now and had several of them, and she began whipping the startled physician with vigor, and as she went at it, she remembered the text of Miss Maple’s talk ten months before:

Miss Maple had said “Sadie,Dee is going to have to drop out of the business college. She types nineteen words a minute, cannot seem to learn any of the computer programs, and her filing and accounting skills are abysmal. But as you know, she and Norbert are engaged to be married, and she is going to move with him to a post abroad, so it just doesn’t matter.”

Sadie had smiled. “Well that’s good, and she seems happy with Norbert. Dee says she uses the same techniques on him to clean their house as he uses on his troops, except of course she lashes his bare ass with a buggy whip when he cleans the bathroom with a toothbrush.” Miss Maple had smiled patiently.

“Yes, Sadie. Dee is going to have a marvelous life, as she is a good domme, and she and Norbert I think are going to be quite successful, and so her dismal office skills don’t really matter.” Miss Maple leaned onto the desk and looked carefully in Sadie’s eyes. “Sadie, Dee only types nineteen words a minute, but you only type four words a minute.

You’re easily distracted in class, you skip school to go to plays and art museums, and spend most of your study time reading French novels. I would recommend that you get a college scholarship, but I know your love of art and literature would preclude your studying anything practical, and academics don’t make much more than secretaries these days, now that tenure is out the door.

And as you’ve told me, you have little aptitude for retail, sales or anything in the restaurant line…your temper, like mine, is suspect.I actually can’t see you taking orders from anyone, really, certainly any men.”

Sadie had giggled. It was true. She’d been fired from the tie counter at Neiman Marcus for slapping a fresh security guard, and then telling a customer his breath was bad. Her one and only day as a waitress had ended with her up-ending a bowl of hot broth on a diner’s head because he’d referred to her as a “slow broad”.

But it was true, she was hopeless. And work was boring, anyway. “I’m sorry, Miss Maple, it’s true…my mom always told me that I wasted all my time reading useless books and running around with my good-for-nothing friends…it’s a problem.”

Miss Maple had finished her talk with Sadie by telling her that in spite of all this, she’d acquired Sadie a good position as a personal assistant to a famous cardiologist. “The job involves travel and excitement, and the pay is eighty-five thousand dollars a year, just for you.” Miss Maple had smiled. Sadie had been utterly staggered.

“But..but you just said I can’t do anything.” Sadie had paused. “Oh, before I forget. Aubrey left some dust inside one of the gravy boats when he was polishing your silver, so I tied him to the ceiling hook in your basement dungeon and I put clover clamps on his nipples, and rubbed Ben Gay on his balls.

This is his day off, so he won’t be missed anyway, and when I get home,I’m going to thrash him with a length of barbed wire I found. Isn’t that a great idea? It just came to me, what a punishment. But anyway about this personal assistant job, I can’t do it, ’cause I have no skills.”

Miss Maple had only laughed.

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