PART THREE i – The Deal

  "Oh. I guess she fancied my cowboy I hooked up with. She was in the group of assholes, with the goril. He, was about the farm equivalent of… that football asshole, the one you had the issue with before we met? The one you told him he better ask Bobby over there, if he should even be fucking with you. That one? This is basically the same guy."

  "Bubbly."

  "What?"

  "It wasn't Bobby. You just remember it sounded like Bobby. His nickname? Was Bubbly. He liked wine instead of beer or whiskey. The old song, tiny bubbles in my wine? His nickname was Bubbly."

  "Oh. Thank you. Now, was that interrupting me? Correcting me, or talking over me… which one what that again? I wanna know, so that when I take you down in the sub basement, and really give you this thing, I know exactly what it was for. I told you to watch your mouth. You didn't. Any st words? Speak now. You won't be speaking anymore. Soon. How many times have I warned you about your sass? Hmm?"

  He was an instant ankle grabbing, kissing and begging mess.

  "Hey. You down there. You? Look up at me. Right now. Eyes up here."

  He looked up.

  "I was kidding."

  "Oh."

  "Yeah. So. That girl I guess was jealous and liked my farmhand, the one that wanted the belt and liked it. Maybe he bragged. Who knows. She says, something along the lines of… that's it. I want these whip sluts out of here. Now. Like… she's anything in charge of shit. She ain't. She's some twat showing a goat or some shit, she's literally… nothing. Me and the girls? We're actually staff for the duration. My cowboy? He's staff for the animal care. But the goril? He's in her group. Mongo wants to impress girly. Well, I sent his ass to the hospital. So, the phrase she used was… I want all these little whip sluts out of here now."

  "That was naughty what you just did."

  I smiled.

  "Aw. You asked to be scared of me. You wanted to get another scary ride. Mommy? Delivered two scary rides tonight. And guess what? Third time is the charm, am I right? Third scary ride hasn't happened yet."

  "Over the knee. Chair. Basement."

  "Nope. Something else. Your big surprise."

  "Will you tell me now?"

  "No way. But, you know how you like wordpy? After it, I'll remind you of several things I said, and how I said them… then it will all come together. But? Only in hindsight. Mommy? Is more fun than an amusement park tonight. This will be your third scary ride tonight. Then we still have the chair left. After that? I'll fuck the ever loving shit out of you. You even had my bum like you wanted. Honestly, did I pn you a great birthday party and special treats, or what."

  Kisses again.

  "Aw. Thank you. Now. Getting a little te, I wanna squeeze this all in. That? Is yet another one of those cute puns and word pys, which you will not put together until after. Any more questions?"

  "I guess not."

  "Okay. Go up. Get the box. We're going to open it, soon. No peeking. And if you do?"

  I held the bullwhip up, smiling, and ran it still coiled over him, loving the jumping every time it touched him gently.

  "Go on. Get the box, and… oh. Get the other two bandannas. Not the soapy one. Where is it? Don't mix them up. I'm being nice, I don't want you gagging on soap for this."

  "That one? Is in the washer and, I'll put the clothes in the dryer too, while I go past."

  "Hey. Good boy. You're… helpful… compliant now… much better. Now, go to the dryer and grab those other two bandannas, and bring the box down. Oh! Baby oil too. No peeking. Surprise. Go. Shoo."

  He was back with the box and baby oil and two bandannas on top.

  "All right. Would… you like me to fuck you now? Ask me nice."

  He begged for it.

  "Ask me to fuck you… hard."

  He did.

  "Okay."

  I smiled.

  "Just like that?"

  "Yep. Just like that. You? Asked me to fuck you. Nice and hard. I'm going to do just that. How would that be? Huh?"

  "Awesome."

  "Well? There you go. I'm fucking you, by the way, in the kitchen. Hope you don't mind. We always do it in the bedroom, something different. Kitchen, all right?"

  "Sure."

  "All right, birthday boy. Get in there. Go on. Shoo. I'll be in, in a minute."

  He went in the kitchen to wait. I had been smiling the whole time. I'm so naughty. About to get a whole lot naughtier. I get too much mileage about the whole, you didn't listen to me carefully enough ploy. I said swat, why did you say swats. He likes wordpy. Tricks.

  I came into the kitchen, and put the box down, still sealed. Still had the coiled up bullwhip as well. I ran it over him lightly, smiling.

  "Now then. Beg some. Beg me, to fuck you really hard. I wanna hear it. If you don't? well… I think we both know, that I can make you beg. With just, one, crack. Then? You'll beg, and say… and do? Anything. I mean, we both know this now. So… beg me. Beg me, to fuck you really hard. Then? I will. Go."

  I got the ankles held, the little kisses and licks. Begging, just like I asked him to. When I was done, I got him up.

  "All right. Its a big surprise. I'm gonna blindfold you…"

  Which I did.

  "Now… gagged. Nothing major. Just the one bandanna, no tying something in. Pretty basic."

  "All right. Spread those legs. Bend over. Stay still… what? Oh don't worry. I promise. No hand smacks. No whips. No switch, nothing like that. Just, me fucking you. Nice and hard. Promise."

  I had left the table ready. I got the double cuffs on each ankle. The hand ones were waiting, right in his stretched out, helpless position. I double clicked both wrists. Done. I hummed, and went over each one. Adjusted one or two in a click. Nothing major. Then I went over all 8, and did the locks.

  "I? Am opening the surprise box now. Very soon? Your hard fucking will start. Now that you're completely helpless, and at my mercy? Blindfolded, gagged. Legs stretched out, hands stretched out, all bent over tight. Can't move a muscle, can't see what's coming, can't even scream for help. Time for scary ride, number three."

  I opened up the box, and he heard me rifling the contents. I had purchased, not just a toy to use on him. A vibrator. A soft jelly rubber one. Silicone maybe? With a built in vibrator. I stepped into the built in leather harness. It was a blemish purchase too. Two different colors to the jelly, said machine was changing over, and these mixed blemishes are… next to nothing, but high quality, like the other purchases. I squirted some baby oil over the thing, and worked it all up slick.

  "Ready? Let me hear some of that cute gag talk I like. No? Oh well. I'll get plenty. Right… about… now…"

  I butted the head of it up against his ass. I giggled.

  "Did you wonder at all, how you were gonna get fucked hard, in this position? Not very imaginative of you, I gotta tell you. Now, let's get going. Remember when I had you fuck me hard? Yeah… and I told you, I would get you back? You must have thought I was talking about over my knee, huh? Nope. That comes ter, though. But right now… mommy, is going to fuck you. Hard, too, just like I promised. Just like you begged for. Now… just… rex…"

  It was bigger than his own interest meter. A hair longer, a hair wider. I couldn't go with a smaller one, and it was impossible to match size exactly, so, I had to err on slightly bigger. I gave gentle pressure, and the head started to ease in. All baby oiled up, it was too easy. I had to be careful. I could just ram it home, all at once, but… he was so sweet the first time, and had to be egged on to get more into it. I had to all but make him finally ride me hard. So, I would try not to be uncouth about it. Fair is fair. But, no matter how slow, no matter how gentle. It ends up all in, just like his. It ends, with full strokes. Guaranteed.

  "Hey, I'll just use the tip. Ha, like you'd believe that one, huh."

  I started inching it in, a partial millimeter at a time, but steady. The noise out of him started. I smacked his ass with my hand.

  "Sit still, slut. You want this rammed in? Dare me."

  "Aw. I'll go slow. At first. I will tell you though, might take a while, but… this ends? With it all the way in and out. Full strokes. Then? They will get faster. When I'm done, by the way, you will be getting banged. I, am simply gonna be grabbing these hips, and bouncing my tummy off your ass. Believe it. Hard. I? Am gonna use you, like a slut."

  I went slow, and finally had the head in enough to start little baby wiggles in and out.

  "Oh. There we go. Getting started. You starting to feel it? Wait till we get going. Now. I can tell you this from experience, so listen up. Don't fight it. I tried that. If you clench up? It just hurts way more. The only way, is… just open up, rex, and let it happen. Because, its gonna happen anyways. Its a matter of how hard you wanna scream and cry. You want it to really, really hurt? Fight it. I dare you. You want it to be… uncomfortable? Or really hurt. Just rex."

  I got the baby strokes a quarter inch longer. Every so many little baby strokes, I added a millimeter more. I ughed, and teased him.

  "Have you ever done this before? No… ooh. First time. Well. We used a lot of lube, we're going slow. For now, anyways. Just… rex and don't fight it. Just let it happen, it happens anyways. There's no point in struggling. I'm raping you right now. So… important fact. Its not your fault. The bad girl, is making you do it. It is not your fault. That should help. Well, tomorrow it will help. Not right now it won't… little more…"

  He was making all kinds of noise now, trying to squirm around. I tickled him some. The reaction was epic. The twitching actually had him back into it more, driving it a little more in himself. So, I tickled him more.

  "You want this to turn into a tickle-fuck? No? Okay… just some here and there, though. I love the screaming it makes. More tickles…"

  I listened to the screaming and I giggled and made fun of his noises, and I got a little more. The baby strokes were small ones now. I slowed up and deepened one a half inch extra. I heard the moan and sigh, the hiss of air he drew in.

  "Yeah… been there, done that, got the T shirt. And guess what? We're making another naughty home movie, right now. Ha…"

  Another quarter inch, when I stalled at the end and drove it slowly in a little more, before resuming the stroking.

  "I told you… I was going to humiliate you, didn't I? You would be so embarrassed… ashamed… wanna tell anyone what the bad girl did to you? Probably not. Rape victims, by and rge, are too embarrassed to tell. So… you'll keep mommy's secret. I mean, what can you even do. Go to the cops? I can see it. Tell them all the naughty things, the bad girl did to you, right? They'll ugh and figure you're bragging, how hot of a date you had. Hmm. Just let it happen, my best advice… take it, I'm telling you. Quit fighting it."

  The tears started. The squealing.

  "What a baby. I wasn't that bad my first time, with you. Go on, cry for me… it will make it so hot… please."

  "A little more? Okay…"

  I gave him more. I ughed. I ran my hands all over him. A few tickles. About half way now, and the next little push, got the screams coming. Sobbing, too.

  "Remember, we were talking about something, I said… I would try to squeeze it in? Ha. Now you get all the little jokes I made all night. Is this a scary ride, or what. Ooh, yeah… let's get some more in there. Oh yeah, cry more, I like it. Scream for mommy, that's how I know you like it. Cry, just let yourself. Go on… yeah… like that…"

  I reached around and intended to wipe one finger across the underside of the tip of his hard "interest meter". Some slick wetness, and make a squirm by teasing the tip like that. I found an interest meter that wasn't registering full interest.

  Shit. Normally, the rougher I am with him, the harder and wetter he is, on the whole. Instead of stopping, and creating some sort of scene or issue, I decided to try to change tack. I scratched his back with my fingernails. Not the red gouges some women were known for, actual hard back scratching, the kind a person likes. I slowed down and pulled out a little. I had originally intended to make the rape jokes, then tease him how it wasn't really rape, when his cock got hard and wet, and I made him come easily by pulling him off near the end.

  I needed a different pn now, and I didn't want to abruptly change up course and make it so obvious. Until just now, the joke in my head was that I could set him on fire, and he would probably get a hard on. I scratched his back instead of tickling him, to buy time. I slowed down my anal attack, and backed out. If I was in X millimeters deep at present maximum thrust, I only went in X minus 5 millimeters with each slower thrust.

  I had been about half the rubber dick in, and I now reduced that to a little less. Anytime his real one had gone deeper, it had been uncomfortable when I rexed and painful when I tried to clench and fight. But, when he was just stroking to the same depth that had become the "normal", it settled down. Once he had depth, it was fine to use it. Getting any more was the hard part.

  At the end, once it was over? Most of the painful subsided into uncomfortable, and finally at the very end… to a sort of a sense of "fullness" that is hard to describe to someone who hadn't had either a real or rubber cock up their ass, I would suppose.

  Putting my attack into a holding pattern, calmed him down some. Scratching his back instead of taunting him and tickling him, added to it. I changed strategy. I went from scratching his back, to ying down on him. Putting as much of our skin into contact as I easily could achieve. I'm almost as tall as he is, so my lips were near his ear. I cooed and did what us girls sometimes referred to as a "sugar daddy" voice and mannerisms. They talked in a slow, husky whisper. How it would be all right, how it would be okay, and shushed you gently. It was both slightly creepy, and somewhat hot at the same time, to most girls. What would I be, the sugar mommy?

  "Shh. Mommy was going to whip you, to make you do it, but now mommy wants to be nice to you, okay? Yeah… do you want mommy to be nice? I can be nice. I can do it easy. Hmm… I want you to like it. Do you like easy? Hmm…"

  He calmed down a slight bit, but it was noticeably so. He was still having the occasional sob wrack through him, the whining still present. But, it lowered and it slowed.

  "Shh. You're only taking half of it right now, its okay. Will you promise to try to rex, if mommy stays at half way, hmm? I'll give you time… there, that's better isn't it? We don't have to rush it, we have all night to get this done."

  I slowly kissed his face, and kissed at his tear streaked cheeks. I smoothed his hair as I did it.

  "Shh. There's no need for all those tears, and all that screaming. See? Its going to be all right, I promise. You just have to trust mommy, okay?"

  He gave a little, nervous jerk of his head. The slightest nod.

  "There. If it stays just like this, is it okay for now? Hmm? Please tell mommy the truth. Mommy won't hurt you for telling the truth right now, mommy promises…"

  He whined, then nodded a quick single time.

  "All right, its going to be okay, mommy promises. We're gonna go real slow, will that be better?"

  He whined and nodded again.

  "Shh. It'll be all right. Mommy didn't mean to hurt you so bad, mommy wants you to get to enjoy this. Mommy liked it, even though she didn't think she would… mommy wants you to like it too, okay?"

  Another nod. I smoothed his hair, that seemed to help.

  "Now… all you have to do, is promise mommy you'll try. Can you promise to try? That's all."

  He nodded.

  "There, that's all mommy needed to hear. If you try, mommy's happy with that. I'm very proud of you and you're doing very well for your first time, okay?"

  I kissed his face slowly, all over while cooing to him softly like this.

  Now that I had things on an even keel, I was stuck at the 50 yard line, but I was still in the game. I was well used to just gagging him, whipping him and threatening him to get what I wanted. One aspect of being dominant sexually, and taking what you want confidently, does pce it close to or squarely within the realm of rape. Its a sort of willing rape though, and it makes all the difference.

  This didn't freak me out, this happening. I know what I am, and sexually dominant is definitely me. Not like I don't like the weekly bent over and fucked till I walk funny deal, though. And that's enjoying submissiveness. But, I admit that I kind of order him to do it, and give hints and suggestions how I want it done, and how much. Not sure I would like it as much, if he randomly grabbed me once a week or so, and threw me down and did the exact same thing.

  He's generally my por opposite. Although he definitely likes a few sweet things here and there. The wet sloppy blowjobs, are a good example. Most people don't want a steady diet of yin, they want a hint of yang as well. You can't just say "oh, that's not dominant, so, you're not a dominant." Likewise, my very sexually submissive boyfriend… is not guaranteed to enjoy my violent rape and sexual assault tactics, 24 hours out of every single day.

  "Hmm. Want mommy to be gentler with this?"

  He gag talked something quiet, quick and unintelligible.

  "Would it make it better, if you could talk to mommy?"

  He nodded.

  "Hmm. Do you want mommy to take this thing out? Would that make you more comfortable trying?"

  That tiny little nod.

  "Shh. Maybe. You have to promise, to be extra good though."

  Another nod.

  "Mommy's going to tell you a story. Now, this thing? We're gonna just… park it here… okay?"

  He nodded again, and I slowed and stopped. But I stopped in him, at my half way point. I had the box near enough, and he heard me rummaging. This was no cheap dirty book store piece of junk. My jelly rubber strap on was going to be a high end piece of merchandise, until the machinery was changing over from one color to another. I had read about it before buying it, like studying the handcuffs. There was a matching thick rubber doughnut shaped piece of soft jelly rubber. You could slide a little cmp onto the soft shaft first, then the doughnut, and bring the doughnut up. The cmp would keep it there.

  It was for setting depth of how far you wanted to plow your little slut. I grabbed what was yet left to give him, and looked down to gauge with my hand. I don't have small hands for a girl or any other standard I've ever heard of in my presence. He still had a little bit more than one hand left to go.

  I patted him on the shoulder.

  "All right. We'll pick this right up where we left off. Don't go anywhere…"