PART THREE f – The Deal

  I'm breaking a newer pair of soccer spikes in slowly. I can't afford to get my feet ripped up and be limping when preseason torture camp comes. After jogging, I got my old soccer spikes out, gd I hadn't tossed them. My shoes fit him perfect. My size 12 in men's sizes, always got me teased as a younger girl. By girls as well as boys. I'm over it, but it used to be a sore spot. Like anyone with an old sore spot healed over, the blister finally gets a yer of hard skin over it. He likes wearing my shoes, he likes big girls and he all but brags about it. Again, he makes me feel gorgeous if only to him, for all the same things I'm less in every other set of eyes for.

  Another long break, and I wanted some keep away practice. A guy that pyed high school even a little bit, is great to practice with. Guys can knock us girls around, and they have more reaction speed and power than we do, hands down. No getting out of being a female, and any girl that kids herself, or allows herself to get kidded into thinking otherwise? Well, just as Jay had reted. Men died because some girl wanted to py infantry soldier and never should have tried. He lost a friend because of her stupidity, and the system's insanity. A man would have went to jail or at least been thrown out with dishonor, for complete cowardice in a combat job. Getting others killed at the same time? She should be in jail or thrown out dishonorably. Nope. Nothing. Probably got a fucking medal for crying and hiding bravely, knowing how shit really works.

  So having a guy bump me, hip me, shove with weight while trying to get my ball off of me? Priceless. I have to up my ball control game to counter it. I get to practice moving a strong guy that's a little taller and bigger than me, and I have to really work at it. We knocked each other on our asses a few times, and he neither smirked, nor fawned over me. Smirking, was a guy showing the girl her pce. Ha ha, I'm the man, bitch. Remember it. Fawning? Aw, you poor little thing. He just helped me up, or me him, and we went back to it. Nothing. That's priceless too.

  He had one more little surprise. He had some keep away game. He must have practiced it a lot back in the day, trying to get good and slowly figuring out it just wasn't in the cards. He could roll the ball with his foot on top in all directions, like a magician doing three card Monte. Which way she going, guys… and he had a good rotation and whirl to go with it. A good sense of putting his hip or butt against me just right to rotate and move me gently.

  Then I got to practice steals. He guards the ball stationary and I come in and try to get the ball. Cupping a leg around it, scissoring into it and rolling. I showed him how I wanted to practice taking him down, to get the ball on "accident". He let me slide into a missed ball scissor, and accidentally scissor and roll him over and I could roll back on the ball and get up and go. He was great at falling, he never posted a stiff arm to the turf, and could roll on a hip and shoulder and do it all day. He made me keep it up, until I was tired of it. I have estic leg covers, they look like ace bandages. To let me practice slide moves, one on each leg.

  After a couple hours total, we were dripping wet, soaked through, and we were ughing arm in arm back to the wall and cold drinks. Talking, ughing. Pnning what I wanted in the future with this. Another surprise? He could walk on his hands like I did, something I kept from gymnastics and tumbling when I was little and mom was still trying to girly girl me up. Awesome shoulder and arm workout, better bance than a human being should have. We walked, we raced, then we pyed the tip game. You each try to move the other off their hands, while staying up. People that watched us practicing here and there got their show. I got this, from gymnastics and tumbling when little. He got it from the kick-boxers.

  It was finally time to go back in now. I had been craving this before I started. I didn't towel off a drop, and smiled. I took him in the kitchen, and kissed him at the counter a little. Wet, slow, sloppy. Saliva everywhere. Slutty. I pointed at the garbage can and smiled. Then smacked him smartly across the cheek. I pointed at the dish cupboard and dishwasher. I used the other hand to do the other side, smiling. Now more wet, slow, sloppy kisses.

  "Gentle reminder… mm…"

  Kiss talking, during greedy kissing. Oh god. How wet I'm getting is a crime. I walked him around, kissing like this. Making noises. I pointed at the table, and his "little talk" station. More kissing. I backed up tongues on mouths, to the steps. I walked backwards up, not daring to stop the wet, slutty action. Oh god, when we finally have our own pce in a few years, to ourselves. I will die from pleasure like this. He had to grab me once or twice to keep me upright, back stepping up the steps. I stopped him, with my finger on his lips.

  "Stop it."

  We were about to enter my zone now. Where I'm in charge and he likes it.

  "Good boy. Now, we've been practicing you dressing me, and undressing me, for a while now. I told you, by your birthday, you have to decide. If you want to make this a regur thing. Don't let a little embarrassment keep you from something you enjoy, just go with it. Its our secret, its just for us. Or, tell the truth and tell me its not working out, and I don't want you doing something you don't love just to please me. No penalty, either way. Just… go for it. If you need time…"

  "I want it."

  "I thought so, but I can't influence you on stuff like this. Its about me getting what I want, when I want it. But only things that are offered, and given freely. I need a victim, or I'm dominant of nothing. But the victim has to be willing. Do you freely offer this, and give it to me?"

  "I do."

  "All right. Get in there and get ready for me."

  I came in. I got my kisses. I got thanked for doing this and adding it in. I moved the long medium switch to close at hand.

  "That's just in case I need it. We had some issues this morning, didn't we. You can make some of that up to me, right here, right now. Let's see how you do, without being told. This is your big chance to impress me."

  He did a great job, really. I had to practically make stuff up, to get a few things re-done. Honestly, I just wanted to feel it coming off again, even slower. Of course, I was letting a few thing slide. For now. I reminded him, that in the future after some point, he would be responsible for doing this right. Fairly severe punishments would be handed out, for not taking this as seriously as he needed to. This was going to be my fantasy that he fulfilled.

  This was such an intimate, individualistic ritual we were creating, that it was unreal. I had read other dressing and undressing scenarios, and they were nothing like this. Its basically, the girl or guy gets dressed and undressed, on command or at a set schedule. Nothing like all this. Licking my body was a thing, and even sweaty as well. But not all wrapped up in this thing like it all was. This was… intimate pair bonding.

  I let the initial little kisses go on a little bit. Kisses on my spikes, then my socks, were okay, but… this was a mainstay. I stood up, my shorts then I stepped out, my panties then I stepped out. My T shirt. He piled them up where they went. Ritual. I was still wet, and I knew I was salty. My standing tongue bath seemed to st forever. I finally sat and got more kisses, then we pyed fetch with my dirty panties and socks, and for quite a long time. I smiled, and giggled at having him do tricks. Sit up. Beg. Roll over. Lay. Now fetch.

  I told him where to get another box I hadn't told him about. He pushed it over with his nose on all fours. I blushed. No fetch command needed. He was eager to please me, trying so hard. I was touched. I opened the little box in front of him, and took out another present I hadn't told him about. It was a leather colr. It was a blemish too, the color of the thick oiled leather had come out blotched. Fully functional though, just mild cosmetics that affected nothing.

  When one day we could afford new stuff, I would keep these. I never wanted to be like girls that had starter engagement rings, then ter on they were traded up for the better ones. That was such shit. If it was the cost of the ring? That was shit. Bubble gum on a piece of tape should suffice, if its the meaning. He wasn't this devoted to me in such a short and intense ride to here, because I had money. Or connections. Nor because I impressed every guy by being a conventional trophy. I was a 4 or 5 to the world at rge; I was a 8 to 9 only to him. What would I ever want new toys for that were cosmetically perfect? These would be pyed in for years by then. Sentimental attachment should overcome all thoughts of cosmetic prestige.

  Dirty Blemishes, was the company name. They specialized in buying rge lots of the blems. Surface coatings were off? Blem. Surface finish or scratches? Factory seconds. This stuff was highly overpriced normally. These people must have OCD if a scratch on metal, or a mark stamped twice or blurry mattered. Chrome chain on bck cuffs. Bck chain ending up on chrome pted cuffs in error. For the price of one pair of high quality handcuffs, at boutique prices? I had a stack of them, like pancakes. They were each unique, and fwed and still perfectly functional. Just like we were. They "fit" us too well to ever repce. Who cares if one side pte is chrome and the rest bck, or vice versa.

  The colr had a rounded end that came through slits, instead of the more normal straight metal pin that went into holes and folded. Thick, well oiled leather. Serious rivets on thick metal pted hardware. A little lock with keys, to secure the adjustment. Once in it, he couldn't take it off until I unlocked it and released him. I could leave him at home in our room, and he couldn't come out of the room for love nor money for fear of letting our secret out, for embarrassment. I could go to a css, and know he was stuck in our room, unable to leave as surely as if I handcuffed and tied him helpless.

  Extra safety key, was in a gss ampule thing. Kind of a gss bottle with no opening. If left home, he could break the gss ampule to get out in case of emergency like a fire or whatnot. But, he better have a good reason to use it. If I came home and the gss was broken, and no emergency was apparent, it would be his ass.

  "Read it. The little tag."

  "Slut. I belong to Hurry."

  "Uh huh. Look, my number's on there too. At the bottom…"

  He hugged and kissed me. I had gotten the number put on in his precious ASCII code on his back. It looked like a serial number, but we would both know it wasn't.

  "I didn't know what name to put on it. Toot. Wiz… then I realized, a groupie is almost like calling them a slut. You're my groupie. A permanent one, but still a groupie. So? You're my permanent slut. A slut, does anything they're asked to do. Like you. No shame. No embarrassment. So. That's you now, when we're alone. You? Are my own personal slut. Do you like it?"

  He did. I plopped my knees over his shoulders, and kissed him for a while. Putting it slowly onto him the whole time. Locking it on him. Then, we pyed fetch some more.

  "Now. We had some little problems this morning, didn't we? Uh huh. You're doing very well though. You're a good shower and bath performance away, from getting close to where we would have started out, so keep it up. Now, there's just the one thing. I told you. The socks? Are going to be a gentle punishment. I can't just ignore this morning had to happen you know. Now, if you would rather have this long medium switch used instead, that's fine. I have no problem with that, but… I want to try a gentler reminder. Now, I've worked up a really good sweat, so… open up…"

  I rolled the used practice socks up, and shoved them in, and told him if he didn't need the bandanna, it would be a lot better for him. I kissed his neck and face, while tickling him. I gave him ten minutes by the clock, before I told him he was done, and he could get them out.

  "Now. Go get the bar of soap. We need twenty minutes for that. You need to know what that does to you. So you know to avoid it. Go on."

  He brought back the soap, and I put it in his mouth. Then I tied the bandanna over it to hold it in.

  "Yeah. Twenty minutes? Is going to really let you know how effective this old fashioned standby really worked. You'll see. There's a reason there's all the old stories about mean moms using it for long periods on misbehaving children. You think it didn't work? A mommy like that would just have used a nice, thick belt or a good switch on their naked ass. This works, as you'll see. And its a lot less work for me."

  I watched him go through it, as it hit him. The soap gets wet, and foams up more over time. Every passing minute is more and more per minute. The outside yer of soap goes wet and gooey, and coats the inside of the mouth, and it gets worse. It crawls around, and it threatens to get the throat. It starts to burn.

  "Shh. Lean forward. I know. But you have to learn. Don't lean back, or you'll regret it."

  I had read all there was to be found, about the soap in the mouth 1910 era punishment. Oldie but a goody. Actual punishment. Easy for me to do, no work. Humiliation factor built in. After a long one? I could threaten to wash his mouth out with soap, and get instant attention from the threat. They said to start out short, a demonstration. The next one? 10 or twenty minutes was an excellent start. The burning would hit five minutes in, and the remaining 15 minutes would grow and become torture.

  Tickling here and there made it worse. Sucking air got the burn and sting to hit the throat. Taste and smell are highly interreted, and it would feel like soap burning his nose, too. By ten minutes in, I had to threaten to cuff him up, and that if I had to, it would stay in a lot longer. The whining was followed by the tearing up. Not pain tears, it was uncontrolble. I hugged him

  "Aw. Shh… another ten minutes, and it'll be over. Then you can be good for me."

  I kissed and licked tears, and tickled and bit and licked the neck on either sides, making it far worse. Laughing seductively into his neck and ear.

  The st five minutes were all crying and sobbing, which I shushed and kissed tears for. I teased him when the twenty minutes were up. I didn't know, could have only been 15. I don't know, what's with all the noise and moving around, you were already told not to move and make noise when being punished, or do you get more. Did he want the full hour? Another 40 minutes. Did he want me to leave it in until it slowly dissipated on its own.

  He begged with expressions, he pleaded with unintelligible noise, he sobbed, he cried. I gave him an extra 5 minutes, and threatened much more. Tickling him bad for those st extra 5 minutes. Intensifying it.

  "Now. Have you learned you're lesson?"

  He was sure of it.

  "All right. Let's get this off you. Go on, and rinse your mouth out. Take your time. When you're better, come back and we'll get on mommy's shower. And remember, you need to get a win here. You're this close… to getting back into my good graces. You want to be on my good side for tonight, right? You want the fun things, I'm assuming. Yes? Okay… go. Take your time. When you get back? No more licking and coughing and faces. Take all the time you need. Go on. Come back when you think you can do a good bath time. Brush your teeth too, and gargle toothpaste. That will help. Go."

  When he finally came back, I put my knees over his shoulders and gave him a long time of wet, sloppy, slow kisses. We kissed into the shower.

  "Go on. Get everything ready. Maybe, you can be good now. We'll see. Mommy wants to be good to you, she doesn't want to punish you. Now get going, and get it all ready. Shoo."

  Starting to use my soft mommy voice now. I'm rotten, that I enjoy this. I sent him for two juice gsses of crushed ice and apricot brandy for us, too. I had him set it by the tub. This would be a record setting, long hot soak for us. Alone and unhurried. I had him get the bath first, then start the shower and get it ready. I sent him for a box I had candles in with matches ready. Incense. I put candles up, and incense over the sink edge for ash to fall harmlessly into the sink. I lit everything and dimmed the lights. The atmosphere for our shower was fantastic. The smell of vanil incense, both our favorite, permeated. By the time the bath soak hit, it would be heaven.

  It was my best shower yet. I was actually a little sore and leaned my hands on the wall, and enjoyed just lifting a foot now and again, or giving him a hand then the other. Soaped. Soap rubbed. Every inch of me. Rinsed. Again on his own initiative. Another rinse, slower. After a much longer and slower soap rubbing. The rough loofah. Exfoliating oil with the little crunchy things in it, head to toe. Hair washed, twice, rinsed, brushed back. Moisturized twice, more brushing gentle and accurate. He had it down pat. He liked pleasing me. He liked hearing my purrs of delight at this day spa pampering. My all over moisturizing, my skin oil. Oh god. I moaned from it. He never touched me sexually once, yet still gave me this much pleasure.

  I was practicing for preseason torture, and still leaning into the wall, my legs spread a little and my hands supporting me. I let the hot water fall over me, as he kept inching up the temperature as high as we could stand it. Reddening my shoulders and back. I felt his hands up my thighs to my hips. I peeked down. He wanted peed on. Good Christ. I smiled, and did it. Shook my head and went back into my reverie without moving. When it was time I was going to wash him at the end finally, he put me back for more hot water, and stood in the corner, and did it himself inside of a couple minutes, quick. This was practice for me. When I wouldn't feel like moving after barely getting home. He rinsed off quickly, while I was getting out. I did another incense stick, then two more. Fuck it.

  He was right there, and he put me in the bath. I could barely get in, but just managed from the heat it still had. He started the jets and I closed my eyes for my next spa treatment. The foot rub, the leg rub, then the neck and shoulders. The hair brushed back after a scalp massage. Heaven would never live up to this, if I ever made it there. I was far too naughty now to be given admission, I was sure. He asked if there was anything else before he got in. Hmm. I showed him how to use the stone on my feet, and where to use it. Expining how it kept my feet smooth, so I didn't get ugly things on my feet from wearing soccer spikes hours a day. My feet might be big, but they're still feminine enough.

  He went and got all our practice clothes up and in the washer, lid up waiting for the towels and washrags. He finally joined me, and grabbed the two drinks for us. We used the soap ledge for the little juice gsses. I drank both, and every other sip was for him. I had one for me, the next was kissed to him. This way we each had a gss to rex, and he had a bowl of ice and the bottle in case we wanted to rex more. We ended up with a refill of ice and brandy. He handled it like every other thing, and I just had to sit and purr. He started tipping the gss up to my lips for me, I didn't have to move. In my mind, no woman could conceivably have it any better.

  I draped my arms over him, my legs over his and my feet down inside his legs. Our position. Our ritual. All uniquely our very own, and no one else. I idly kissed his neck or shoulder as all but an automatic nervous tic. Now, the talking. We had the most time we would ever have for a while, save for perhaps some holiday we stayed for.

  "So. Have you been enjoying your birthday."

  "Christ yes."

  "Mm. And how did you like the early morning… scary ride?"

  "Oh Jesus. I thought…"

  I ughed into his neck

  "I know. That, just fell into my p. The girls left early. I caught it when I sneaked out to pee, the rest is history. You thought, the girls were coming down to find you, and you were my breakfast, huh? Ha."

  "That… was mean."

  "I know. I'm going to hell for that one."

  "Just when I thought it was all a practical joke, then you called them down? My stomach did a flip flop."

  I chuckled into his neck.

  "I got lucky. Now, you asked for a stern mommy. Did you get her? Was she as mean a mommy as you wanted…"

  "Oh, Jesus. You? Are too good a this. You? Are enjoying this way too much."

  I clung softly to him. I love this part, the regur talk. I am The Hurricane, after all. A storm passes in, then there's this part, the gentle eye of the hurricane. Then the other half of the storm coming, but that's ter. Then? The storm dies down to a normal rain, and everything just gets wet after that, with no more fury.

  "I am. I do. Guilty? Very."

  "My one buddy got a big TV for his birthday."

  "We have a big TV. What do we need another one for."

  "I know. This? Way better. I can't even brag. I feel like I'll burst."

  "Aw. We're not even done yet. There's still special treats. After my massage. Maybe something, but nothing finished, you understand. I already told you, there's going to be movie night. With a twist. Naughty movie night. Living room."

  "Ooh. What's pying."

  "Hmm. You'll see. Mommy recorded a little something on her phone. You, are going to watch porn. But… mommy is your porn star. You? Are going to blush so bad when you watch. I'm gonna love it."

  "Wow."

  "Uh huh. Oh, there's more. I can't spoil the surprise? We have a little return trip. To the nd of mommy correcting you some more. The kitchen. Don't ask. You won't miss it. It'll be something fucking else, I promise you. You asked for it. A real mistress. I saw a wild scenario. Ever since the first little humiliation, you kept asking for more, so…"

  "Hmm."

  "I know. The more humiliating it is, and you like it… the more embarrassed you are. The more ashamed you are for enjoying it. You get warm and tingly all over. Its our secret. Our naughty secret. You don't have to be ashamed with me. Never."

  "Okay. I feel, so…"

  "I told you before. Some very powerful people? Want this at home. Its some kind of escape. Most submissive people? Are very non-submissive in their daily life. As weird as this will sound? You're very… normal that way, believe it or not."

  "Ha. We're normal."

  "In that sense. Maybe not in other ways, but that one? Yes, surprisingly."

  Another shoulder kiss.

  "I love this tub. I'll never be without a big tub like this, ever. If I have to live in an old garage? There will be a tub like this, believe it. If I have to skimp on windows, I'll have it. You could put this tub in the yard, because we live in a tent? I'll get in it. Fuck the neighbors."

  "Watch your sass, dear. You will never, and I mean ever, fuck a neighbor."

  "I'm sorry."

  "I'm just teasing. This is normal time. You can be a smart ass, I like it."

  "What's in the box?"

  "Oh. Another cheap surprise. That you will never forget your first time. I promise."

  "Give me a hint."

  "Hmm. A hint. I am going to both embarrass, and humiliate you, like you never thought possible. I know you, you'll be terrified of anyone ever hearing a word about what I do to you, believe it."

  "Worse than anyone finds out out I go over your knee, and I like it?"

  "Yep. Oh, another thing. I told you, its your birthday. You get special treats. I'm going to ask you to… park in the rear. Even though you don't have to."

  "Oh, wow. You don't have to. You've done enough, and there's still more."

  "I want you to. I'm even going to finally ask… for a little more that way, if you take my hint."

  "You think you can do that now?"

  "Mm. I can rex quicker now. I wanna… see what its like. Just a little rougher. Girls talk about liking it once they get used to it. I would say once can't hurt, but there's a joke, right?"

  "If you're sure."

  I kissed his neck, and smiled.

  "Oh. I'm sure. It… fits into my scenario, trust me. Why ask why, right? Just go with it."

  "If you say so."

  "Oh. I do, I do."

  "And… basement?"

  "Pffft. Chair, basement. Definitely. If nothing else happened tonight? That's a given."

  "Its hot."

  "That gets hotter, too. You'll see."

  "Are you some kind of… amateur porn star now?"

  I ughed into his neck.

  "I'm a naughty, dominant girlfriend. Millionaire escort. Why not a porn star, too. Just for you. Our naughty secret."

  "You forgot mistress in there."

  "Yeah. The table talking to? The chores? You have a mistress now, for special occasions. You? Get a lot of very expensive treats, little boy. I hope you're worth it."

  "I hope I am. You spoil me."

  "Hmm. You spoil me, too. Trust me."

  "I could stay here all night. I love it, just like this."

  "We can stay here as long as we want. Till we turn into little prunes. We have all night, tomorrow, tomorrow night. Lets keep the hot water topped up."