PART THREE l – The Deal

  I just know a real little boy misbehaving back in 1910, that got taken down to the barn for his first real "talking to" with the switch, the kind with an actually angry mommy that was pissed giving it to him with abandon… would know to listen afterwards. Then a sharp word from mommy's lips when he was starting to backslide, or come up with new tricks… would make him freeze, pucker up, and beg for it not to have to happen. Promise anything not to get that again. Screeching down in the barn for an extended "talk", terrifying the other children hearing it in their bedrooms, praying they weren't next. Neighbor's children told to listen close, that could be them if they didn't listen.

  No, if I felt like it, I could get just that reaction. With just one even halfhearted and abbreviated "talking to", down in the sub basement now. With its tall cement box structure, and generally open rectangle pn, I would have the room to whirl my serious bullwhip around. The ability to develop the speed I needed to make the really serious cracks, that would sting the ears like a gunshot. All that open space and height, would allow me to whirl around for ying on. Backing up or moving, for wraparounds. Which would allow me to select where the wraparound sh struck. The butt, the side of one or the other hip, the tummy. I could choose to wrap to the back of the thighs, the side, or the front. How many wraps helped control the power, along with speed. I could come in, and start the first wraparound. Back up slightly each time, moving the sh around his body slowly, increasing the mark and power. The less than one full wrap was the worst. Anything over the single, perfect full wrap was less. Double wraps and beyond, were the most sedate.

  And the sh technique itself, the bull-whip's signature performed action. I could go overhand, underhand, forehand or backhand with it. Or any spot around the clock as I felt like. Which would also rotate the red teardrop marks left. I could even create a sort of "flower" as I moved around the clock and kept hitting the same area. The teardrops going around the aiming point. Paint a sort of a toddler's finger painted version of a flower on one ass cheek, the outline of the petals being deep red teardrop shaped marks. Take him down, and sit with crossed arms and crossed legs, clearly annoyed, while he groveled at my feet for forgiveness as long as I wanted.

  Then string him back up, and paint another bloody flower on the other ass cheek, to make sure I made my point. Coil back up, walk around him. Putting the coiled bullwhip under his chin to see my results. Finally let him down at st, and see how much more frantic the pleading and groveling at my feet kneeling there the next time became. Seeing what it was like, to be worshiped out of fear.

  Just one, tiny short session, with a few good marks only? I would then be able to whisper in his ears when we were out, that it wasn't cute or funny anymore, I was actually getting mad. And that if it didn't stop immediately? He risked a trip to the sub basement when I got him home, for a slightly longer talking to with the bullwhip. I knew I would get instant compliance, and hastily whispered apologies and promises into my ear, I was quite sure of it.

  "But there's no need for that anymore, I don't think. Now you like it, you're into it, and you're asking for it. Right?"

  "Please…"

  "I will. But here's all I want."

  "Anything."

  "Hmm. I like that. I want to… very slowly, mind you. A credit card thickness each time, that's all… move the thing you feel stopping it. It to go in just a tiny bit more, every adjustment. We'll slowly get to where I want. Is that all right? Do I have your permission, to try? No threats. I want a willing partner for this. Like I was willing for you, when it was my turn first. Do you agree?"

  "I do, I do, I do…"

  "You really have no idea how much I love hearing those two little words. Now then. Another thing before we can go back to now both of us having fun."

  "Anything you want."

  "Well, its kind of about what you want. You want to get to done, right?"

  "Yes."

  "And, what do you think you have to do, for me to leave my hand on it, long enough for that to happen, hmm? You tell me what you think would get that. Go on."

  "You… you want me to…"

  "Uh huh. Say it… I need to hear it."

  "You… want the whole thing."

  "Yeah. I do. I promise it'll be slow. I mean it, a credit card at a time. Then, the st thing? The thing comes off, and the st little bit, and it will be all over."

  "Yes."

  "Yes what? Tell me."

  "Yes. You can do the… whole thing."

  "And… what do you think I want to do, once we get there? Just like we did, when I put the stopper on. You tell me what I expect, after its all finally in. Say it."

  "You want to… bang me."

  "Uh huh. For a while, too. All the way in, all the way out. Moving my hips around when I'm all the way in, anything I want. You'll be nice and ready by then. Okay?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, beg me for it. Beg me to start, beg me to not take my time getting there. Make me believe you actually want it now. Beg me to finish raping your tight little virgin ass. Don't stop…"

  He did beg. He begged to have me do whatever I wanted, he swore he liked it. He would be good, he promised. He begged to get there, so I got what I wanted, and so he could finally come. He told me how horny he was, and couldn't take it. I let him for some time. I had delicious fun giving him polite suggestions, to be more and more explicit each time. The hot red face was a sublime little ecstasy for me in and of itself. The warm, tingly rush was overpowering.

  "I hope you really mean it, and you're not just telling me what you think I want to hear. Now, I know its your first time. You were always eager to please me before. I expect a few tears, possibly some crying. That's fine. Some moaning, some squealing, all what I expect. Just remember. No screaming. And under no circumstances, do you try to tell me no. We went over what that will get you. I don't want that for you, but if you do… then there's nothing I can do, but give that to you. And there's not even any point to it. It'll just happen anyways. Now… just rex, and it'll be fine, I promise it will be all right, okay?"

  "Yes."

  "All right… you want some more brandy? I do."

  "Okay."

  We shared sips, until it was gone. Then I went back and we got started again. When I put the tip in, I started the vibrator up. I told him, I wanted him to talk to me. To beg for it, the whole time. To tell me how much he liked it, how much he wanted to please me, any way I wanted.

  He did. We began.

  I slowly took the tiniest of breaks, readjusting the cmp. Each little increment, brought about a little jump in him, that I could feel ying on him like a second skin. When a new adjustment went all the way in, and I rolled my hips around… it brought a few fresh little squeals with it. I shushed him and cooed in his ear, telling him how good he was doing, how proud I was of him for taking it so well. Pnting those slow, wet kisses all over his face, and neck, and shoulders and back.

  As I got more in, I upped the volume knob. He moaned and begged. I was getting my clit vibrated too, and I was making noises now as well. When I rolled my hips at the end of a stroke, I clung to him and made my own little noises, like I made when he was licking my clit. When I went faster, and held his shoulders or his hips and banged a little, my clit got the vibrating pressure on it a hair more, just enough I felt it. I grabbed the skin of his hips, and squealed. We stopped, both panting here and there, for sips of brandy and continued.

  I talked dirty beyond belief to him, both in his ear and to the kitchen walls bearing witness to all of this. I avoided touching his wet cock, because I was terrified of him coming and this ending. I wanted it to st forever. The first time I came from my well vibrated clit, I clung and clutched to him, and bit his neck and shoulder junction, making the "mm" noise into it. We were both sweating, but I was worse.

  Oh god. I was getting off on just being me, getting what I wanted in bed. Now this. Christ did the reviews undersell having your clit directly vibrated by what they cimed was as far as they knew, the strongest vibrating device possible, in this size device. My first clit orgasm was shortly before the safety padded doughnut was at the end. I got to bang my first orgasm, and go in and out, and roll my hips around something fierce for it. Pulling him into me, riding him like I was a second skin on him.

  Finally, the padded stop came off. I went slow, in the afterglow of my first orgasm. He was still begging me, and making noises. I turned that volume knob all the way up for the first time, and went very slow on that first, exploratory stroke. I knew when I hit that new part of his little rabbit hole, I felt him shudder and I heard him squeal. There were a few tears, that I shushed and kissed. Every time I hit that area, he would twitch and squeal, and started making little whining noises. Tasting a lover's tears? A highly surreal experience.

  I told him to beg me to fuck him harder, and really give it to him. He did. I told him to keep begging for it, and naturally he complied. When I was threatening to come the second time, I knew it would be worse than the first. It always is. I asked him to beg me for the rest of it, I had been being careful with that st inch or more. When I pushed in that extra pressure on my clit was something else, and when I rolled my hips around, it was fantastic. It was like wiggling around under his tongue on my clit.

  He begged me for it, he begged for the rest of it, and I ughed. I picked up the bandanna, and slid it back and forth in his mouth, before grabbing the ends tight and hauling back forcefully. Grabbing his head back so I could hiss in his ear, that he was a slut now. Not just any slut, but a total and complete slut. That this was what sluts got, fucked and fucked hard, and they like it. Did he like it? Make some noise and tell me.

  He made noise, and jerked his head a couple times. I bit his shoulder, pretty hard too, and pulled back on the little wet saliva soaked bandanna reins. I made noises and soaked his shoulder with my own drooling, and hauled back hard. I reached the end of my stroke, and made a slow, steady push into that st bit of tight virgin ass he offered me. Until the push ended, and I started rolling my hips around. He squealed and whined something fierce, and he cried now and started sobbing. But he never once screamed, or ever once tried to tell me no, to stop, nor even gave the tiniest head shake to say no.

  I left little teeth marks on a new chunk of shoulder neck junction, biting harder. Using his skin and muscle tissue as a substitute for my precious corner of the bnket I would eat when getting it hard. After getting, finally, all the way in and rolling around, I slowed down. I finally began what I had wanted. The long, slow, even strokes. From all the way out, to back in and all the way up smoothly, a little hip roll, then back out and to do it all over again. After my second orgasm I drooled and squealed into his neck for, hanging on for dear life to my little slut reins I held? I managed to hit the third button. The random, slow and unhurried, surprised me and surprised him, too.

  I slid the drool soaked reins out of his cmped mouth and ughed. I said the absolutely dirtiest things now, and he loved it. I was soaked with sweat. He had moist skin as well, but I was dripping on him. I slid all around on his skin like wet grease. I'm not just strong and a big girl, I'm flexible, too. I was able to get one leg up and along side him, and managed to get my foot where he could reach it with his tongue now that the bandanna reins were gone. Kisses, I told him. He was already doing it before I said it anyways. I could y my leg up his back, and let my ankle come to rest on his shoulder. I could point my foot down just enough to get little licks and kisses. I eventually switched, and told him that one was jealous, he better give it what it wanted, too. He did, naturally.

  I finally hit the st button. Which was honestly a bit too much. I actually made more noise now than he did. I ughed and called him a complete slut, a total slut. That he was my slut, and belonged to no one else. He begged me to come, and I ughed.

  "No fucking way, slut. Mommy first. Mommy comes first, you understand, you little slut? Mommy… comes… first…"

  I ughed and bit his neck, and cmped my hand over his mouth tight. I finally squealed into his neck, and panted, and held on with my free hand tight. I told him he had to beg to come, and don't dare stop, or he would pay for it with his ass. I absolutely banged him now, as fast and as hard as I could. He cried, he squealed, but he never told me no or anything remotely simir. I was in my afterglow of my third time's the charm orgasm, and I was having way too much wicked and naughty fun with him. I completely pounded his little ass, now not any kind of tight at all until next morning. I finally grabbed his hips firmer than ever, and pushed in as hard as I could. I wanted that st little squeal at the end, that st little bit of tears and sobbing. He begged for it, so bad I almost felt sorry for him.

  I reached around and grabbed him. Dripping so bad I didn't need any lube. I started and stopped, making him beg something fierce, for the longest time possible. He twitched and tried to get little pumps, but stretched out like he was helpless for me, it was the barest minimum. Every couple strokes, I had to cmp his mouth for it, then stop again and ugh. I had him beg and plead and whine. Tears still coming. Finally I shushed him, kissed his tears and told him it was time. If he would promise me he loved me, I would let him come. He promised me, over and over. I moved my hand fast, and he finally squirted off. I id sweating on him, draped over him like I really don't know what. I licked his tears, and let my breathing slow down. Got myself slowly under control, while he started to as well. I finally pulled ever so slowly out of him, and came out. He sighed and thanked me, over and over again, whispering it. Whispering more to me as well.

  I walked around to the seat in front of him again.

  "Hi there."

  "Hi."

  "Hmm. Now, did you like it? Tell me the truth."

  "I loved it."

  "Mm…"

  I flicked his little tag again and sent it swinging. I did it idly, again and again. Smiling at him.

  "You're my slut, right?"

  He was.

  "Are you ashamed, that you're a slut?"

  "No."

  "Good. Don't ever be ashamed. I am what I am. Someone like me? Needs their own slut. And you? A slut needs someone like me. To use them, like they really want, like they need. Don't you just crave me using you, however I want?"

  "I do."

  "Mm. Love that."

  We shared some sips of brandy.

  "Now then. I meant what I said before. It's… not just some naughty story. Pyers? Are banging their little sluts. Some of them? Just like I banged you right now. You know its going on. I meant every, single, word of it. All of it. The first time, you definitely have to make the slut take it like that. Maybe a couple more times, but… there's no more forcing them after that. The slut? Takes it when the pyer wants it again. Do you understand that? How normal it is."

  "I do."

  "Mm. So. You admit, that I just made my own little slut, into a complete and total slut, right? I just raped your formerly tight virgin ass, and you liked it before I was done. You begged for the rest of it. I banged your ass as hard as I could, with you begging for more. It made you hard, it made you wet. You obviously loved every minute of it."

  "I do. I promise."

  "Mm. You admit you're a complete and total slut now? You don't have to be embarrassed to tell me. I know. I just want you to admit to yourself. Do you admit it?"

  "I do."

  "Hmm. And you… understand, you know, that I'm going to want this again. And that I expect you to start doing it, right?"

  "I do. I promise, I do."

  "A few tears, some crying softly and squealing aside… you're going to start letting me, right?"

  "I will. I promise."

  "I believe you. You've always been eager to please me, to do whatever I want with you, right from the first time. You know you love it."

  "I do, I do, I promise, I really, really do."

  "Hmm. Now. The next time? I think, we'll try just handcuffs. Think you'll be okay with that? You can move around some, and I can still hold you down, trust me that's fun for me. But you shouldn't need to be completely helpless, like this first time. Right?"

  "I promise. Whatever you want from me…"

  "I know. Now. The third time I give it to you, remember. I asked for it harder. I put my ass up for you, and offered myself to you, freely. You took it, and you loved it, remember?"

  "Yes. I loved it."

  "Mm hmm. Now then. The third time, I'm going to expect that from you. I'll expect you to not need to be forced. I'm going to want you to stick your little ass up, and beg me for it. Do you understand that?"

  "I do. I promise, I will. Just tell me you want it, I'll do it. Anything…"

  "Mm. All right. Now, another thing. It's time."

  I took a sip of the apricot brandy, and gave him a sip too. He asked what it was time for.

  "No more games. This isn't… just naughty fun anymore. It is, don't get me wrong, but… what I mean is… I want to know, right now. Its been going on long enough for you to be able to decide. Am I just your kinky girlfriend, you love all this, or… is it more. No threats. Of any kind. You, can just be my boyfriend for some more time, that's fine. Or…"

  "Or what?"

  "Or, you submit to me, silly. You ask me to take you, permanently. You can wait, that's fine. Or, if you think you know, that's fine too. Will you submit to me? Completely. I don't just say I own you, you're actually mine. I would keep you, forever. Do you like staying here with me? Am… I good to you. Do you need time to think about it? That's fine."

  "I want that."

  "You love me? Really love me. Want to stay with me. Really think I'm gorgeous. You honestly look at me, and think you finally nded what you used to drool over, on the TV screen. Tall, strong, muscur girls in the Olympics. Wishing you had one of those for yourself one day. You want that? You can have it. Right now, or you can wait and have it. Your choice. Do you really, honestly love me like that?"

  "I do."

  "Will you completely submit to me? Mostly in bed. Mommy is in charge of naughty time. If I want something else from you, I think I'm reasonable. I don't use you for a sve, do I?"

  "You don't."

  "So. You want this, then. You feel the same way about me, as I feel about you."

  "I do. Please…"

  "Hear mommy out. You have to understand what comes with this. Ask me to tell you."

  "Please… tell me."

  "All right. Nothing new here. Two important rules, same as that first time. Like I told you then, like I'm telling you now. There are two big rules. You know what they are. You tell me what they are."

  "Its a secret. I never tell. And I never cheat on you. Ever."

  "Very good. I will not be pointed at, and be the circus freak. There, that's the amazon that does weird stuff. Never. Not a word. I will never talk to you again. I'm not here for my health, wasting years of my life, to have a good career one day. Where I want to be taken seriously. I will not be pointed at, and ughed at behind my back, like some joke. You'll have all the naughty fun you want, but you'll keep that part of our life together, a complete secret. Promise me."

  "I promise."

  "Swear it."

  "I swear."

  "And the other big rule. Cheating. I told you before, I won't have it. No accidents, I don't believe in them. There will be no make up sex, none of that me ass shit. I will simply never talk to you again, and that will be that. I refuse to have a guy, that thinks he can fuck around, and expects me to take him back. I will not do it. You need to understand that I'm as serious about that, as I am about keeping our secret life a secret. Do you promise?"

  "I promise."

  "And if you ever do, I told you and I meant it. If you're half as smart as I give you credit for, you'll just leave. I told you what I would do, if I ever find out and you think you got away with it. You'll think its just another naughty fun time, and it will not be fun. I will hurt you. Bad. Then, you will never get talked to, ever again. Do you understand this?"

  "I understand."