PART THREE m – The Deal

  I picked up the coiled bullwhip ying on the table between us.

  "I assume you might know this, but I'll tell you anyways. You'd actually be surprised there's guys that don't realize this. After being in a twat, you can smell it. You can wash it a hundred times, it doesn't come off. You can smell it a day ter, if I sniff it. You might not know, that after a time apart, that's why a girl greets a guy with a blowjob. She's being nice, happy to see you again, sure… but she's really getting that sniff, checking. All girls know this, girls talk. If I ever, and I mean ever… pull your pants down and smell that, do you have any idea what I'll do to you? You tell me what you think will happen."

  I toyed with the sh, and ran it over his face, the whole time I was saying this to him.

  "You'll hurt me. Bad."

  "Oh, you have no idea. Remember. I have the only keys to the sub basement. I'm head of household on paper. Can you imagine what a time we could have down there? Underground. Alone. No one can surprise us, no one can hear anything. Just me, you, and my scary little friend here. Does that frighten you?"

  He was nervous.

  "Yes. Its very scary."

  "It better be. If I can rip a metal can apart, imagine what I can do to you with it. When I tell you, that I can whip the skin right off your ass, that is not a phrase, I actually can. I swear, I'll be so mad… I'll beat the ever loving shit out of you. I'll leave you ying in a puddle of tears, blood, and snot. I have the keys to those storage cages you saw down there, too. I'll put you in one, and I'll leave you there. You can scream and cry yourself to sleep, naked. I'm not done."

  "When I come down the next time? I'll do it all over again. Worse. I'll do it as many times as I feel like, then throw you out for good. You'll be scarred for life. All over. You'll look like some kind of, I don't know what. You'll never be able to take your shirt or pants off, the rest of your life… without whatever little tramp you pick up with, asking what the hell happened to you. I've seen the scars on animals, and they're really distinctive. You'll be embarrassed for the rest of your life. Do you think I'm kidding about this? You want to leave me one day, fine. You can go. No locked doors, no chains on you. Well, just for fun, but… you can go anytime you want. But you need to understand how serious I am about cheating. Everyone does it, guys do it all the time, and girls do it more. I don't. I expect you don't, either. Do you understand this?"

  "I do."

  "All right. So, you understand the two important rules. Pretty sure you also know, but I'll just say it. You submit to me. You're my personal property. Your body, belongs to me. If I wake up in the middle of the night, and I want sex, I take it. You never had a problem with that before. You seem to like it. I fuck, when I want to fuck. I fuck, how I want to fuck. Will that continue to be something you like?"

  "Yes. I love it."

  "I figured. If you start refusing me sex when I want it, I'll punish you. Any way I want to. If you ever don't want me any more, you can just go. No harm, no foul. But… couples that stay in loveless retionships? Its fucking retarded. I'll never live like that. No one should, I don't know why they do. So… if you wake up, feeling the handcuffs click on your little wrists, do you have any problems with it?"

  "None whatsoever. I love it."

  "Now, understand me. If you're sick, if you're really tired. Or, you got hurt and you're recovering from an injury? I don't expect anything. That's not what I mean by… refusing me sex. I'm talking about that prolonged, I have a headache, I just don't feel like it, that shit. You've had it done to you, right?"

  "Yeah…"

  "No one likes it. It means there's some other problem. Cheating, usually. Or… one partner is taking advantage of the other, for a prolonged period of time. The girl, is ordering the man around like he's her dog. Or, the guy is going out all the time. We have any problems, of any kind? No matter how big, no matter how small? We go to the other. No harm, no foul. We talk about it. I'm only in charge, in the bedroom. I'm not like that in real life, right?"

  "Not at all."

  "I won't start. If I do start and don't realize it? Being a nag, or jacking you off some way, just bring it up. Tell me. There's no punishment for that. Nothing to ever fear that way. I'd rather you tell me there's a problem, and we can both correct it, before it gets to that point. Either one of us. Okay?"

  "Okay."

  "If you don't spill the beans on our secret naughty fun life, if you don't cheat or try to? You can't get in any trouble, ever. Just… either ignore a girl hitting on you, or if its someone we know especially, you come and tell me. Before you get tempted. Now, admit it if you noticed it… I'm not jealous. I not only don't care if you see a pretty girl when we're out, do I not point one out, and say hey, check that one out. I bet you think she's cute, huh? I do it all the time."

  "You do. Its… you're fun to be around."

  "I try. Life's too short to go around with a pout-y face all day, every day. I think. And here's another thing. Girls pull this routine, where they lose weight to attract a boyfriend. Then, as soon as they're comfortable, they let themselves go to shit. The guy usually doesn't even have a problem with it, but the girl hates herself. I mean, seriously now… she's letting herself go, she's uptight about it, and just because the waitress is cute? Oh, he's in trouble. You wanted her, didn't you? I can just tell. I'm not good enough for you, you're such an asshole. You know that act, you've heard about it, right?"

  "Oh yeah."

  "I won't. I'll go you one better. I'm terrified, of getting out of shape. Big athletic girls like me? We're notorious, for turning into big lumps of shit after we're done with sports. I don't ever intend to have that happen to me. My dad has two sisters, they're not as tall as me, but… big girls, like me. They have pretty faces and hair, and they're nothing but cute fat pigs now. It disgusts me. This shit nowadays, fat acceptance or whatever they call it? Its bullshit. If I ever start going down that road? Please tell me. Same goes for you, too. No one should have to stay nice to look at, and have to spend their life with a tub of rd, that let themselves go. We exercise, even after this is all over. We stay healthy. For us, for each other. Okay?"

  "Sure."

  I walked around him helpless on my table, dragging the coiled bullwhip over him, enjoying watching him become nervous as it touched him.

  "Don't worry, you're not in any trouble. You made me very happy, giving yourself completely to me like that. I know its embarrassing, I know its a little humiliating your first time, but you did it for me. I loved it. Before I let you loose, will you thank me?"

  "Thank you."

  "For what?"

  "Thank you, for fucking me."

  "Hmm. Thank me, for fucking you how? This was special…"

  "Thank you, for fucking me so hard."

  "Oh. And where did I fuck you so hard? Hmm?"

  "Thank you, for fucking me so hard, in my ass."

  "Better. Not bad. But… was it just any ass? Or, was it your tight little virgin ass, that I fucked you so hard in. Tell me. Go on… don't be shy."

  "Thank you, for fucking me that hard. Right in my… tight little virgin ass. I loved it. I can't wait for you to do it again."

  "Much better. Again, and call me mommy, little boy. Go."

  "Thank you mommy. For fucking my tight little virgin ass so hard. I love it, I want it again. Anytime you feel like it. Please? I'm begging you for it again, I really am. I promise you, I can't wait."

  "Now that, is what I call being thanked. And you're welcome. Anytime you want it, little boy. Just ask for it."

  "Okay…"

  "So. You submit to me, do you?"

  "I do, I do, I do."

  "Mm. Love hearing it, you have no idea. So? Beg me, to allow you. To submit to me. Make me know you crave it. Beg, little boy. Mommy likes to hear you beg, like a complete and total slut. Beg mommy to let you submit to me, and get used by me. Anytime I want to use you for that. Anywhere, anytime, any way I want. Beg me to allow you to submit to it."

  He did. He went on and on. He begged and pleaded for it. For me to let him. I walked around my willing and helpless victim, dragging the coiled bullwhip over him. I teased him by tapping just the tip of the sh on him, like swatting someone with a shoece.

  "Do you really submit to me, and submit to me punishing you? When I feel like it. Sometimes, just for fun."

  "I do."

  "We'll see. Over the next couple weeks, I'm going to be a little rougher on you. In bed. Knowing you, you'll probably like it."

  "I do."

  "Do you realize, that dressing me and undressing me, is part of sex?"

  "I do."

  "I'll start punishing you for any slip ups for that. I want it down pat, before I need it. I am so looking forward, to you dressing me for practice, and then undressing me and caring for me like you do, when I get home. I'll be exhausted, I'm going to love it. I'll reward you in many ways, for making me that happy, trust me. There are many upsides, to submitting to mommy."

  "I can't wait."

  "And the games? Dressing me for the home games, then undressing me and caring for me then, will be even more important to me. I'm going to come home beat to hell, and sore as hell. Your rewards, for taking care of me like that? Literally anything you want. You're fulfilling my fantasy, and you can have anything for it. I mean that. Just ask. I want to have the happiest little boy that any girl ever had."

  "I hope you like it."

  "Oh, I will. I know it. I already can't wait for my dressing and undressing, and my shower time. Some of my favorite things."

  "Thank you."

  "You're very welcome. Now, I'm about to let you get up. You've been very good. I want to sit down, and get some of your little kisses and licks. You know how mommy likes that. You can beg a little more, to let you submit to me, and to everything I want. Then I'll tell you a little something I want, before we have more naughty movie night. I recorded this, you know."

  "Just tell me what you want. I'll do anything. I promise."

  "I'll tell you…"

  I got him undone, and I just left the handcuffs on, and had a rope to lead him around with by them. I walked him around some, made him say a few things now and then. Mostly "I'm a little slut", over and over. Then I sat down in the chair I took around to the end of the table he had been bent over, and had him get down, and give the kisses and licks I enjoyed so much. I had him keep repeating, that he was a little slut, and beg to let me allow him to submit to me. I had him be careful of the pile of come he made when I finished him off, as I was done pounding him mercilessly at the end. I had repced his blindfold not long after I removed it. So I took his blindfold off before I released him, and turned around for him, showing him what I looked like in it. He complimented me to no end, and told me how hot I looked. I let him clean it off, then had him kiss it when it was clean. I made him promise to let me use it again. He did, of course.

  Then, he asked what I wanted while he was groveling and giving the kisses, and begging to be allowed to submit and me formally accepting him.

  "You made a mess. It's right there."

  "I'm sorry I made a mess…"

  "Don't be sorry. Just clean up your mess. You know how to clean up a mess now. I showed you at breakfast. Every drop."

  He licked it up, off of the floor in front of me, at my feet where he had been groveling. It was just off to the side of me.

  "Humiliating, isn't it? Being made to lick it up, like a slut. When you're done, don't forget to thank me. For allowing you to clean up your mess, and not punishing you for it, instead."

  He finished, and did. Then I had him kneel in front of me upright, and look up at me.

  "Now. I try to be fun. Don't I let you look at the girls, running around in their underwear and T shirts? Hmm? I know you like it, and I enjoy seeing you happy. Looking. It's not a problem. Is Little Lightning your favorite? Its okay, tell me."

  He blushed and admitted she was.

  "Look all you want. At any of them. As long as there's no… show being put on. But enjoy the free leg show. My treat. Breakfast, and then again before bedtime? Best times for your little leg show you like. Sneak all the peeks you want."

  "Thank you."

  "But remember, little boy. If I catch you setting so much as half a step into any of those rooms, without me there? You'll get a very severe punishment. Trust me. Not a fun thing, like we do. I'm talking severe. There will be a very long talk about that, if it ever happens. You need to understand, that there will be no excuses for it. I will not throw you out, but… you will probably get severely punished, over some time. More than once or twice. You'll regret you ever tried it. Don't test me on this. I'm warning you up front. That lowest sub basement? Right there for me to make use of, anytime I feel the need to have a little talk with you. You can enjoy fun talks down there, but, you don't want to ever go down there for anything serious. Promise me you understand me."

  He promised me.

  "All right. Come with me. Treat for the birthday boy…"

  I led him upstairs, with the rope tied to his handcuffs in front of him. Gentle tugs, giggling. I took him to number three's room. The messiest one.

  "I'm with you. It's fine. Just watch you don't step on a used condom. She lives like a pig, I can't believe guys actually fuck her after they see this shit. It's disgusting…"

  I went and pulled out her stash. I pulled a handful of pot out, and showed it to him, before I put it back. It was so big a bag, she'd never miss a little.

  "Another secret. Did you ever notice, that for whatever reason? That its mainly the soccer team, in high school and then in college, that has pyers that smoke pot?"

  "I wasn't one of the cool kids in high school, but I noticed the older pyers did it, yeah. Later, after I smoked, when I got out of the service? A friend that pyed soccer, expined to me. That when he kept mentioning he pyed soccer in high school, he was hinting he smoked. He had to expin what you just expined to me."

  "I don't know why. Its always just the soccer team. In fact, soccer coaches know this. No soccer coach with half a brain? Would ever ask the pyers to piss in a cup, he'd risk losing his best pyers. Its just how it is. Yes, I smoke a little. No cigarettes, and nothing else. This hot little mess that lives in this pigsty? Is… more or less the team pot dealer, basically. You ever want a sack? Just ask her. If you trust someone? You get it for them, and you never say where you got it. They don't see you come home and come out with it. Are we understood? Its another secret."

  "I understand."

  "Good. Then understand this. You come in here to pinch some? That means you set foot in her room, and you'll get the ass beating of your life, just like I promised you. Not because you took some, I could give a shit less about that. Because it means you set foot in her room. I'll whip the ever loving shit out of you, for setting foot in any of these three bedrooms, no questions asked. Even if the girls aren't in them. Understood?"

  "I understand."

  "All right. Don't ever forget it. Now then, you ask me? I'll get us some. Now grab that bong, that little one. That's mommy's favorite…"

  He picked it up and I led him, again giggling by gently tugging on his handcuff's rope.

  "Come on, little slut. Try to keep up…"

  I took him down in the living room, and we smoked bong hits until we were both gssy eyed. I pyed the phone videos, for naughty movie night. I enjoyed seeing him red eyed, little peepers glued to the phone screen-cast videos. He liked my bullwhip performance videos, it turned him on, and I mean go figure. He blushed and I mean blushed bad, when I had him watch the video of him over my knee with me on the chair in the basement. He blushed more, when we watched him getting tied and handcuffed thoroughly to the kitchen table, and me banging the ever loving shit out of him. He had been mostly blindfolded, now he got to see everything for the first time. We smoked and watched some more than once.

  He blushed extra bad, when I repyed him cleaning up the mess at my feet several times.

  I had him grovel at my feet a little, then informed him I needed licked thoroughly. I had gotten so wet fucking him, it was unreal. I had him lick my legs, too. From my ankles to my thighs and twat, paying particur attention to my upper inner thighs. That was where I got the most on me. I flicked his little name tag on his colr locked onto his neck once in a while, smiling, before shoving his face back to work. Eventually, I wiped off on his face. He thanked me copiously for being allowed to lick me, without even being asked. I was very happy with his performance.

  I had him bend over the end of the couch for me, just to see that he would. I teased him by running the coiled up bullwhip over him. I had him beg not to get hurt, I had him beg to get fucked some more. Enough time had passed, that the movies and the fun had his interest level returning. I had him get us cold drinks, then had him bend over the table, with his rear facing the living room. I had just enough room.

  I had him say what I wanted, and snapped the whip near him, without touching him with it. He jumped and tried to stay still. I had him beg not to get it again, and he did. Quite convincingly, I might add. I got him back into the living room, and had him bend over the end of the couch again.

  "I wanted to see that you were listening to me. Very good. You got hard finally, watching the dirty movies I made of us. Ask me to fuck you."

  He did.

  "I told you, that you'd be handcuffed the second time I did it. I expect you to not scream, and not need to be tied down for it. Don't let mommy down. Any serious screaming, or trying too hard to get away? Or telling me no… you know what will happen, right?"

  I ran the coiled up whip he was so scared of over him, to emphasize my point. He promised.

  "All right. You can beg me not to hurt you too bad, you can beg me to go slow. That's what I kept asking you, the first two times I let you in my rear. Are you curious about this time, how it will go? You were screaming and crying up a storm, your first time. You nervous?"

  He admitted he was a little nervous.

  "Yeah, but don't worry. It hurts the worst the first time, and after that? If you rex, it gets better."