PART THREE k – The Deal

  "I had to figure out what you are. To mommy. If I was mistress, you would be sve. But I'm mommy. You're not a little boy, not a sve, not a little doggy. Others have those names for themselves. I figured out what you are to me. You're my groupie. You come and stay with me. When a pyer has a little groupie following them around, they use the groupie. For sex. For fucking. Like I do. Will you admit you like it?"

  "I do."

  "Hmm. I love hearing you say, I do. And you know why, right?"

  "I do."

  "Mm. There it is again. Mommy doesn't want a string of groupies, I'm not like that. I want my own permanent groupie. That, is you."

  I flicked the little tag and sent it swinging again, chuckling softly in his ear.

  "You think I don't hear the football guys talking, at the mixers we have, the little parties where the football team, and the soccer team have a mixer? I do. I'm an athlete on schorship too. Just like them. So they don't say it to my face. But I hear. I sit near them, and I hear their drunk little stage whispers they have the conversation in. I know. Wanna know what I hear?"

  "Yes."

  "Groupies are fun. They follow you around, they wear your number. They come over, all eager. You fuck them. Any, way, you, want. You use them, and they like being used. You can ask them to do anything, and they'll do anything for you. Eagerly. They thank you for the using, and they beg you to keep on using them. And its fun. For both the pyer, and the groupie, too. Very natural, isn't it? Everyone and their uncle knows what sports stars get. Its no secret. You know what's going on in the boy's rooms, a couple rows of townhouses over, right this second, don't you?"

  "Yes."

  "Of course. Everyone knows. The groupies all but line right up, to wait their turn. If a pyer likes one, they put their number on them. The groupie is all proud to walk around, showing it off. After the first time, if a groupie gets a number to wear, and they wear it… no other pyer better touch their groupie. Again, everyone knows this. You see the girls running around campus, proudly showing off their boyfriend's number. Even the girls, have boyfriends that wear their number. Now that's us. You? Are my little groupie. You? Wear my number. I wouldn't put my number on you, unless I was proud of what I have, and like showing it off to the whole campus. You, seem to have no problem whatsoever, wearing my number. You like being owned by me, right? Tell the truth. No threat of any kind of punishment, whatsoever. Just admit if you like me owning you."

  "I do."

  "See? Nothing that's not healthy, and very natural going on. If a boy or a girl has the same numbered groupie long enough, that becomes their boyfriend or girlfriend, right?"

  "Yes."

  "I moved you in. I put my number on you. We both like this, right? I know I do. How about you. Do you like it?"

  "I do."

  "Mm. I love to hear it, I can't get enough. Now? We're doing what comes natural. The pyer realizes they can do what they want with their groupie. One night, they bend the groupie over, and they force this on them. Just what we're doing here, right now. Its going on in the other townhouses, all through the vilge. I know it. You know it. Its normal. Its natural. Do you admit that what we're doing right now, is normal and natural?"

  "I do."

  "Hmm. I Love it. When the groupie is done being used, they never run away. They keep coming back. The pyer realizes, they can do it anytime they feel like it. Its their groupie. Now the only difference between us, and them? I'm a girl. That's it. No other difference exists. A boy can hold his girl groupie down for this, the first time. I'm a girl. I can't. So? I tie you up for it. Like now. Again, I've heard this, listening in on conversations. I know. I've also overheard, the pyer telling how after a couple times, it becomes normal. No more holding down, they let you do it. Whenever they want to. And one time? The pyer was bragging how he quit doing it. What we're doing now. And you know what? The groupie came and asked for it."

  I flicked the name tag on his colr again.

  "Just like you, coming back and asking to get your ass smacked again. If I don't do it for a little while, you ask. Don't you?"

  "I do."

  "Love it, never gets old hearing it. Now I own you, and I own all of you. Mine to do with as I please. The more I do to you, the more you come back and ask for more. You love it. Today, when I had my eyes closed in the shower? I was a little sore from working out, and I was enjoying the hot water all over me. I felt your hand on my thigh, and I peeked down. You were smiling up at me, sitting there, asking to be peed on. I smiled, I gave you the little squirt of pee you were asking for. If I don't do something to you after I've done it, you miss it and you come and ask for it. Everything. Right?"

  "Yes."

  "And I love it. I appreciate it, too. I don't want another groupie after you, another slut. I just want you. Period. I own every part of your body, it all belongs to me. My personal property. I've used about every other part of your body, any way I wanted, and its been fine. You come back eager for more. What we're doing right now, this will be no different. You'll see. This is the st body part on you, that I haven't enjoyed yet. Tonight? I finally am. Now then… look where we are now. I'm actually fucking you, and you're rexed, and you're taking it just fine right now. Do you admit that? Tell the truth, no threats."

  He looked around. He realized this was going on for a while now. He had rexed under it, and it was okay.

  "Wow. I admit it."

  "See? It can be okay. I know, I went first. You rex, you let it happen… it can be fine. Do you admit, that you can even get to like it?"

  "I do."

  "There it is again, I love hearing that. Now. Let me check how interested you are, in what's going on right now…"

  I reached around, and checked interest level. I had full interest.

  "There… see? There we go. Got you on board with the program now…"

  I rubbed my palm around the lube at the entrance of the rabbit hole, and gave a couple of slow tugs with my now slick hand, and felt the reaction. I was fucking him all through this talk and rolling my hips at the end, and I rolled now, tugging. I felt the big breathing start, I heard the soft little moan I always hear when I touch him like that. I quit for fear of finishing him off. I needed him horny for this.

  "That thing never lies. It can't lie. You're enjoying yourself. Just admit it to me. But I already know that now. I want to hear you admit it to yourself. Out loud. Admit you like it. And keep admitting it, until I tell you to stop. Go on. No need to be shy with me, little boy."

  He started admitting he liked it, how it was all right now, he was sorry for fighting me. He kept admitting it, until I told him to stop.

  "Yeah. We're almost there now, and it's going to be okay. You? Are making your mommy very happy right now. You, are getting your mommy extremely wet. I knew I was going to get hot and bothered, but not like this. When you finally get to fuck me, you're going to hear wet twat noises like you never dreamed of, I promise you that. I'm fucking soaked."

  He recognized a compliment, and he fell all over himself, thanking me. I didn't need to remind him in any way. I had him trained, and that made me even wetter.

  "Thank me, for being nice to you. Keep thanking me. I'll tell you when I've been thanked enough."

  I went back to fucking him, and enjoying it. When I told him that was enough, I gave a few slow pulls on the interest meter. I couldn't help chuckling in his ear, hearing the groans and whines it brought.

  "You can't come yet, you know that, right?"

  He did.

  "You know why, right?"

  He did. He told me how he knew he had to be all hot and bothered, to try to enjoy this.

  "Hmm. Its embarrassing, to be bent over, all tied up, helpless. Getting fucked in the ass like this, isn't it?"

  "Yes."

  "I know. You should see your face right now. You're blushing so bad right now. I can't believe it. I love it when I make you blush, you're so cute when you blush like that. I love making your face red, I like knowing I'm the one that did it… mm."

  I got in his ear while I rolled my hips yet again. I cooed in the sugar mommy tones.

  "I know, you're all embarrassed. Its your first time, after all. Mommy is taking your tight little virgin ass, and won't take no for an answer. You're being raped right now, you realize that, right? A real, actual rape. You have no choice, and you know its happening, that there's nothing you can do about it. Except rex and take even more. There's no other way out. I don't allow it. If you even tried right now, to tell me no? I'll take you down in the basement, and give you that long, scary bullwhip. And I mean really use it on you this time, if I have to. And you admit you like me raping your ass and it turns you on, huh? Aw… you must feel so ashamed right now, and definitely humiliated. Knowing that your cock gets so hard and wet, with mommy raping your tight little virgin ass, huh?"

  "Yes."

  "Well? Thank me for doing it. For having to go through all the effort, to make you admit you like it. Tell me how much you like it, how much you actually love it now. Don't just thank me, no way. I want you to beg me. Beg me not to quit. Plead with me, to not stop giving it to you like this. Beg me to give it to you faster. And harder. Don't be ashamed to beg for it, little boy. Its all right. This is just another one of our dirty little secrets. Don't you dare stop, until you're told to. Now beg!"

  He did. I chuckled and ughed in his ear, and gave it to him faster and harder. I bounced that soft safety doughnut off his ass. The first few bounces let the jelly cock up in his tight little virgin ass, hit the next spot up that was previously untouched. Still virginal. Those first couple harder thrusts brought little squeals out of him. When I rolled my hips bottomed out like that, faster now that I was into it, a few more squeals came out again. I loved it. I never did tell him to stop begging for more, so he kept doing it. I let him go for a while before stopping his little begging and pleading party I was getting so much out of.

  When I stopped and slowly retracted all the way out, he said please, not to stop. It sounded genuine, too. Just like when I tease him by stopping my hand when he's getting stroked. I walked around to his face end of the kitchen table, and pulled up a chair, and sat down. I waited a little bit, then poured some of the little gss full of brandy. I took a few tiny sips, and asked if he wanted some. He nodded he did, so I carefully tipped the gss gently to his lips, and gave him some sips. We took turns this way, taking sips. About halfway through, I set the gss down. Regur voice suddenly, like sitting in the tub or bed, talking like a normal couple does.

  "Hi there."

  "Hi."

  "I'll go back to it, in a minute, if you want me to."

  He did.

  "Hmm. When I go back to it, I'm going to give you a little surprise you don't know about. Oh, don't worry. This isn't another trick. This? Is a good one, I promise. Then? We're gonna fuck some more. Are you into it now? Tell me the truth. No threats. Promise."

  "I'm into it. Please…"

  "All right. Do you… want a little more brandy? You know, loosen up and just have fun. Like we had brandy that first night in the woods. And we both loosened up, and I put the riding crop across your ass, a little harder every time. You loosened up, admitted you loved it, and kept asking for more. You want some more?"

  "Yeah. Sure."

  "Okay. Me too. We'll finish this tiny juice gss."

  I traded sips for us, until it was gone. I told him the next break, we could have another. When I touched his little rabbit hole this time, he didn't jump like a scared rabbit.

  "Okay. Two surprises, but again, I promise no tricks…"

  I had a little pack of gloves for cleaning, the kind you have to pull on, and he heard the little snaps it made, getting them on. I got some baby oil on my gloved fingers.

  "Hey. Before we get back to it. I wanted to show you something, that's all."

  I slid one finger into him, and held it there. Nothing.

  "Don't freak out, but, remember me making jokes about a finger in the ass blowjob? That's one finger. If you ask, I'll show you two."

  He asked. I slid two in. The jelly toy was bigger around than two fingers, so there was no problem.

  "Surprised?"

  "A little."

  "Embarrassed?"

  "Yeah. A little."

  "Willing to try three?"

  "Okay."

  Three slid right in, and finally the edges of finger number one and finger number three, made contact with the walls of his little rabbit hole. Enough to adjust the shape of the hole a wee little bit. There was no forcing needed. I moved them in and out a little.

  "See? Your tight little virgin ass, is no longer a virgin anymore. Now, don't worry. I read all about this, trust me. Your little butt, will go right back to normal, overnight. Just like my twat goes back the next day, just like my ass goes back, every time. You're fine, okay?"

  "Okay…"

  "I just don't want you worried. And believe me, tons of guys are asking for, and getting, finger in the ass blowjobs. Its all over the internet, and all the girls on campus talk about it. I guess the guys don't mention it, for obvious reasons. And another thing. Some girls like to tell, and some girls think its funny to tell after they switch guys. I won't. We have a secret, so you can trust me. Okay?"

  I patted his little butt, and he said all right. I peeled the glove off inside out, and dropped it into the garbage can in the corner, then stood right behind him again. I pced the tip of the jelly toy on his little rabbit hole, and again no jump. He was rexed.

  "Here's your good surprise, by the way."

  I had a little, what… volume knob on my harness belt. It worked like a volume knob. It clicked then I could go up and down with it, then click it back off when I came all the way down. Like a radio on off volume knob, same concept. There were a line of little buttons off to the side, out of the way of getting bumped accidentally, during "action". I had read about it, and knew that the first one closest to the toy, was regur. Volume knob worked as intended. It was naturally no volume knob, it was the vibrator inside the jelly, to go up and down from low to high.

  I had just the tip touching his rabbit hole making contact and hardly any entry. I showed him low, then slowly all the way up and back down.

  "Well? I promised a nice surprise. What do you think. Will that be okay?"

  He admitted it would be fun. The other buttons would override the on off volume knob. One push, and they would do their individual thing. One went up and down from top to bottom slowly, over and over. So you didn't have to py with the volume knob, instead of keeping both hands on your "partner". Or I suppose, holding down your willing "victim", and could still get the fun effect hands free. The other buttons did other pnned things. The second one, went up and down fast, instead of slow like the first. The third, was random. It would pick random "volume" knob settings, and for a random time, hold it and then take a random length of break, and select another, again random, volume. The fourth, was the same random setting, but it would go fast. Shorter random volume settings picked, shorter random lengths of break.

  I could reach over, and feel with my fingertips which one I wanted. The first two were the closest, the next two in their little group, so I could find them easily. I could rest my fingers on all four, and select which one I wanted at the moment, after selecting the volume. The volume knob, if used, limited the top "volume" the button could achieve. If the volume knob was off, or turned up to all the way, were both the same thing. Anywhere in the middle, though… was the top limit. The instructions I had read online carefully, before buying this amazingly cheap and under priced toy. Which was of course a very expensive boutique bedroom toy I would never have been able to afford otherwise. Instructions cimed the st two were most useful. They cimed that the third button was reported to drive the partner "wild", and that the st and fourth button? Drove them into a "completely wild frenzy". Reviews backed these cims up.

  The jelly toy, wasn't just coming "out" to go into the partner's selected hole. It had an inner toy that I could put on, that would let me feel the vibrator as well. I put that on out of the box. That part, had a smaller curved part that came up and rested on my clit. It was cimed, and again backed up by reviews, that my own reaction would be "a unique experience". I never previously in my 20 years on this earth, ever felt a need to use a vibrating toy like other girls giggled about. My finger and my imagination were always more then enough in bed alone, to provide me with my self substituted surrogate for a warm cock sleeping in bed with me. I was curious myself.

  When I hit the first button and turned the volume knob up, I felt it. Oh Jesus, this was low, and I could still feel a reaction. I slid into him, and slowly buried up to the safety doughnut, and rolled my hips. He moaned, and now I did too. Oh Christ. I knew I was going to come, and before he did. It was going to happen more than once, too. Button one would slowly go up and back down, repeating forever. I slowly raised the volume knob as I fucked him. I scratched his back gently like before, and roamed my hands around him. I eventually stopped before I had my orgasm. When I pushed, I felt it more. When I rolled my hips around like I was doing at bottoming out time, I felt it move a little around and over my clit. Oh lord.

  I went and sat back down in front of him again. I asked if that was fun, and he agreed it was. Fuck it. Another tiny gss of the apricot brandy. I guess this thing is giant for a shot gss, but you would think it was too small to be a disposable water cup, as comes out of a dispenser people have. Still, I left it there for a little ter.

  "Hello again."

  "Hi."

  "Another little break, before we go back to me fucking you more, all right?"

  "Whatever you want…"

  "Hmm. Now. You admit you like it, that you're rexed and its okay. You can feel that thing spping you that keeps me honest on how much I'm giving you, I'm sure."

  "I feel it. Thank you for not… you know."

  "You're welcome. I'm trying to lure you into this so I can do it again, not use it for some kind of punishment."

  I fingered the tip of the bull-whip's sh end over his face.

  "If I want to punish you, I have so many better ways of doing that, am I right?"

  "Yes…"

  A very meek little yes. Surely the thought of a hard bull-whipping was a very real and very scary prospect now. Seeing the marks I left on his thighs, where he got the lightest sh snaps even possible, were a testament to what it could do. I'm sure the threatened prospect of me using it on him in any kind of anger, was a truly terrifying prospect that he would not look forward to, at all. Real fear, real consequences.