PART THREE r – The Deal

  I gave him another drink, and another kiss and lick. Then I drank some, while I waited on him. He tried to stop the intermittent sobbing. The more he tried to stop it completely, trying to please me… the more the next bit of sobbing built up and came out.

  "If you want a polite suggestion. Or not."

  "Yes, please."

  "You're trying to hold your breath, and that's just going to make it happen more. If you try to breathe deep, and slow, and regur? You'll get your shit together quicker. When you start crying, its quick shallow breathing. Deeper slower breathing? Will get you there quicker. And I won't get bored waiting, and you get another one for taking all night. Another polite suggestion, is that you really want to try to avoid all the extra cracks. Because… you really don't want to fall into a cycle of… well? I highly doubt you want mommy to give you something to cry for, with this scary thing. Do you?"

  A little sobbing gush.

  "No. Please. Thank you for… both suggestions. Thank you, thank you. Please don't… do that…"

  "I can see, this is going to be a long night down here."

  "I'm trying to… hurry."

  "Yeah. If you wait too long? Not only are you going to get a wake up crack, we're gonna have another conversation starting crack. So hurry it up."

  "Yes. Okay. I'm trying. I Really am. Please don't."

  "Not up to me. Its up to you. Get it done. If I had to guess? I get done with this drink, I'll start getting bored waiting. You can take that however you want."

  "Thank you…"

  "You're welcome. Deep breathing. And quit talking, it makes it worse."

  I sipped my drink slowly. Waiting. The sobbing dissipated into littler ones that were controlble in and of themselves, and the sniffles were reasonable.

  "I think… I'm…"

  "You must have a crystal ball, slut. I was just starting to get bored. Now then. If you don't remember the new topic, I can always give you another crack to remind you. I know what it is. I wanna see if you remember. Tell mommy what we're talking about now. And don't sugarcoat it, you tell it like it is. Go."

  "Talk about you… fucking me in my… ass."

  "That's right. Specifically, mommy banging you in your little ass. First off, you might be curious how it came about. Would you like to know? I'm not shy with you. Ask."

  "Will you please tell me, why you started wanting, to… bang me in my… little ass."

  "Very good, slut. We're not going to call it something else. You told me, how hot it would be, if I made you do something you might not want to do. Remember that?"

  "Yes, I remember."

  "Good. I did it. I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did, but… I liked it. We'll be doing it again, as you saw when I bent your naked little ass handcuffed over the couch, and plowed your ass again. You took it much better the second time, by the way. Not bad for a new slut."

  "Thank you."

  "Oh, you're very welcome. And tell me. How ashamed were you, that first time on the table like that, hmm? Come on. Humiliating, wasn't it. Tell the truth."

  "It was. Very much."

  "Well. Good. It was meant to be. You said you wanted forced to do something you might not want to do. I said that was rape. You said, please rape me. So? I did. Now then, I wasn't kidding. I go to these… mixers. I overhear these drunken conversations the boys have. I've heard all about this, more than once. The little groupie girls. The guy that's done it to his, tells the newer guy to try it. There's always the first time you gotta make them do it. You know. Force them. Then? Later on, it becomes regur. They always come back for more. Aren't you my little groupie? My personal slut. Yes or no."

  "Yes. I'm your slut."

  "You are. Now let's get real here. What else am I going to make you do, so I can force you. Rape you, basically. Make you take a blowjob? Please. What were my other options. You tell me. Can you think of one? Tell me."

  "I can't… think of one."

  "And, there you go. Wanna hear about the one I overheard, the one time?"

  "Yes. Please tell me."

  "Sure thing. So, I'm sitting on a couch. There's another couch, back to back with mine. Old, long couches. Party. Football and girl's soccer team. So anyways, I have one or two mixed drinks, then I switch to all mixer. I'm on one end of my long couch, then the other couch, back to back of mine? Two guys are on it, other end. I'm hearing this drunk stage whisper conversation. Its another one of these, how to bang the little whore in the ass stories. Now… the younger one asks the older one, about it. He's heard this around, he's nervous to… just do it, you know? So, older guy wants to put his nerves to rest. Go right ahead, its fine. We all did it. Its fun! Let me take a drink…"

  I took a sip.

  "Okay. So, the older guy pretty much starts bragging about his best one. Big party at their townhouse. Now, the boys can be pigs. Apparently, there was some thing at this pce, where, its a thing to bang your girl over the kitchen table. Big party going on. Lots of people outside, living room, in and out. People going from the basement, through the kitchen, to the living room. Or upstairs to the bedrooms. So… you bend your girl over the kitchen table, drunk. And people know what's going on, a few people walk through. You get the idea, right?"

  "Yes. I can… picture it going on."

  "Yeah. We all hear about this shit, all the time. So, a senior football pyer, older guy, had a new freshman, well… groupie. She's nervous about the whole, kitchen table thing. They make it sound like its a rite of passage. Hey, at least they're not fucking sheep, right? So… she's nervous about doing this. The older girls. What, experienced groupies? Are teasing her. Go on, quit being a prude. Have a drink and loosen up, its fun! The guys are joking about him, breaking in his new freshman girl. And by breaking her in? I think we both realize, he's known for getting some park it in the rear action. He's obviously got his technique all down pat and everything… I'm taking a sip…"

  "So, you can see where this drunken story, advice? Is heading now. I'm sitting there, horrified I'm overhearing this, by the way. Little freshman girl, is putting drinks down, to get her nerve up, to go do the kitchen table thing. The guys are doing shots, and egging him on, to break in the new girl. Apparently, a dare, a bet, whatever. He brags how he grabbed her by the hand, and all but drags her in the kitchen, and bends her over the back end of the kitchen table. He's drunk, he decides its time to kill two birds with one stone. Kitchen table for the new one? Check. Loosen her ass up for the first time, so it can get regur? Check that off at the same time. You can see where this is going."

  I took another sip.

  "Ah. So, he's bragging how he's raping his new groupie, in the ass her first time ever, holding her down compining over the kitchen table. Party going on, people walk through now and again. The works. How the whole living room, got to hear her squealing and crying, as he put it, banging her… and I quote what I heard here, exactly mind you… banging her in her tight little virgin ass. When he takes her back out to the living room, everyone's ughing, guys are giving him the high five. She's getting teased by the older girls. Now she's in the kitchen club. The butt club. Whatever."

  I had another drink.

  "Mm. So… when you came to me, and were basically asking to be raped. How hot it would be, for me to force you to do… something. There you go. I mean, what else was I gonna make you do? How many times have you told me, that when I tease you, shame you about something, that you love it. Now then. It took a while for me to pn your… rape, right? What did I do. You already on our first night, had asked if you could have some rear action. I knew you wanted it. I wanted to be nice and do something for you. Also, this comes up. I gave it to you, so I knew about it. And by the third time, yeah, I asked for it rougher. I wanted to see what all the girls that giggle about it, were into."

  Another sip.

  "So. It was more than fair. You wanted it for me. I wanted to give it to you. I did. I was already gonna rape you by this point, but I'm in the pnning stages. I wanted it rough, so I could make sure it was okay. Then… the more I make you ashamed when I do things to you, the more you like it, so… there you go. That's how it happened. And yeah. Its already a part of one of our games we py, that you really are my slut. My groupie. That I do what I want with you anyways. I mean, how much more fair could it even be? My ass went first. My ass went rough first. All on a volunteer basis, mind you. You? Admitted, that you liked it. Holding me down, making me squeal. And how hot was it for you, be truthful. When I lifted my ass up for you and told you to give it to me rougher. You tell me. Was that hot, and did you like it? Tell me."

  "It… was very hot. I… liked it."

  "Uh huh. And is my ass not now on the menu? Its scheduled right in. Hurry has her monthly bill? You get to park it in her rear end. I'm in one of my moods for the occasional rough ride? Again, there you go. Now then… you. Its our fun game, that you're my little groupie. You asked to be raped anyways. You like it rough, anything I give you. Now? Yeah… I liked it. Huh. Now? Your ass is on mommy's menu. And I ask you… what's the fucking problem with that, huh? Not trying to be an asshole about it. Oops. Didn't mean that pun, but… there it is. Go on. No threat of any kind, what's the problem. You, can say anything."

  "I don't have any problem with it."

  I ran the coiled up bullwhip up and down his lower back and cheeks, suggestively.

  "Now. To finish this part of our little talk off. Did you, or did you not… admit you liked it, over the kitchen table, when I was done. Let me hear it again."

  "I… admit I liked it."

  I backed off and gave him a y it on stroke, on his tummy. A nice one, arguably his hardest y it on stroke yet. I got a nice squealing whine, and sniffles.

  "You will call it, what it is. You admit you liked… what. Be exact. Again."

  "I admit I liked it… when mommy banged me… hard. In my… ass. All… helpless on mommy's… kitchen table."

  He still had the sniffles, and little sobs were starting to well up, but they stayed mostly down.

  "That's right. Now. Do you need another harder stroke, to admit how you got hard, and had no problem getting off, with me all the way in? Admit that."

  He started tearing up. He had been blushing all through this talk, but it got bad now.

  "I admit. It was… hot. When mommy raped me on her table. I got hard. Mommy… made me come. With it all the way in me."

  "Good, little boy. Its the truth, and you know it. Now. Tell me what that makes you. Go on."

  "A slut."

  "That's right. You, are now not just my slut anymore. You, are my complete slut. Mommy has broken you in. You will now put out like that. And just like anything else we do, this will be no different. I'm in charge of bedtime activities. Always have been. This? No different.

  He still sniffled a bit.

  "I raped you. Hard. Right in your ass. Tied down to the kitchen table. Not only did you get hard for it? You came in like three seconds. Simple facts. Now, only a total, and I mean complete slut? Gets excited and has an easy orgasm from being raped. You? Are my slut. And just like those other sluts, it will become a regur thing now. For me. If the other little groupie sluts do it? You will too. Where do you think I learned that you can pee on your slut, huh? Another drunken conversation I overheard, at those stupid parties I don't even like to go to."

  He still had a little sob here and there, and the occasional sniffles.

  "Now then. Thank me, for making you admit to yourself. That you're a little slut, and you enjoy it."

  "Mm. Thank you. For making me admit it. To myself. That… I'm a little slut. I like it."

  "There. Was that so hard?"

  "No. It wasn't hard."

  "All right. You want another drink?"

  "Yes. Please."

  I held it up, then naturally kissed and licked his lips to clean him up.

  "We'll come back to this topic, a little ter. When we're closer to being done. You can count on it. Now then…"

  I backed off, snaked around some, then whirled several times, and went into a decent wraparound. Hardest wrap yet, and just a hair shy of a complete and perfect one. A redder line, nice raised welt. Part of it passed over another one, and you could see where the red lines crossed, that there was a tiny bit more raised welt. A teeny red X there, where red lines intersected. Sobbing and sniffling, little stream of tears. I slowly coiled back up.

  "New topic. Us. This. How its going to go. Where we're at. All of that. Ready? Ask me nice, to tell you about us."

  "Please tell me. All about us."

  "Thought you'd never ask, slut. Here's how it is. I love you. Pin and simple. Mommy is in love with her little slut. No other way to put it. I've heard it said, that if its true love, love at first sight… you know by your third date, that this is the guy you're gonna marry. I never believed that, I pride myself on being more of a realist, but… there it is. Surprised the hell out of me. Let me go on. There's more."

  "A long time ago? I saw you in the hallways, and I sat by you in an early css we had. Not sure you'd remember. I used to sit behind you and one row over, so I could watch you easily, through every css. I've always liked looking at you. A little fascinated, from day one. That? Never once went away. I got teased by the other girls, because they knew who you were. Computer boy. Quiet, polite. All that. Yeah. I got teased for liking you."

  "I'm… sorry you got teased."

  "Don't be. I'm sure some guy somewhere along the line, might give you the raspberries for me being an amazon or whatever. Who cares. We're adults. I don't… rate… the guys around me based on what other girls like or don't like. That's all mine. You sure seem like you're the same way."

  "I am. I promise, I am."

  "I know. Now, I went up and down in fascination, seeing you around. Never could shake it, though. See, I don't sit with the girls, doing each other's nails… and rate the guys we see. Him? He's hot! You like him? Ew. Fuck that shit. Me? I'm a psych major. I took an inventory, in some css, what I wanted and needed in a guy. Lots of things are higher or lower, on my list, than other girls. Go figure. I took the day's work home, and worked on it. Some things surprised me, the more I thought about them. Hmm. I came up, with my… criteria, for my perfect man, just for me."

  I paused and took a drink.

  "Now, that's where you come into the picture, little boy. A lot of things, I'm not like other girls. You know most of those things now. Some things, even some surprising ones. Yeah. I'm a girl, and I'm like a lot of other girls those few ways. I told you, I'm ashamed to admit it, but… your thing, where you avoided fights and physical confrontations? Was a turn off. I'm ashamed, but there it is. When I found out your… secret. And I admit, yeah, I was always asking around about you. I like to say researching you, but, you could call it stalking you, whatever. I wanted to about cry. The one thing I didn't like, I loved everything else? Was ironically, the one thing I was dead wrong about. But how would I know. You had your secret."

  Another sip.

  "You see, that list. That… inventory assessment. What's nicknamed the macho items, or… some call it the bad boy items, and by some? I naturally mean mostly girls, go figure. Things like physical aggressiveness. Avoiding or not avoiding physical and non physical conflicts. Worrying or caring about what you would call pecking order. Professionally? We call it… interpersonal social stratification within the social structure. Physical or verbal. Willing engagement in the male non lethal combat ritual. I mean, you gotta just love how professionals name things, right? I had no idea, and when I learned it about you, I was floored. You… it crossed three or four items off my list, and you suddenly became… well, for ck of a better phrase? The perfect man for my list."

  Another drink.

  "Then? I already knew you were a cheerleader. Going from sports girl to sports girl, trying like hell. We all knew. All the girls? Put the bad boy shit through them. They like assholes and foul mouthed jerks. The couple that don't? Have a steady boyfriend. A couple are bi or lesbians. Wasn't hard to see what you liked, either. Tall, strong girl. Athlete. But still feminine looking. Hello, Hurricane stalker pn. Easy one, too. None of the other sports girls were going to give you the time of day. Why would they. Either they're into bad boys and their complete bullshit, or… they're like many girls are, and if the girls go "ew"? No way."

  "All I had to do? Keep my mouth shut. Put myself near you. Smile. Wait. You were making the rounds, and I was on that list. When you finally talked to me? I knew. Here we are. My turn. Give you small talk. Mention how single I am. How am I ever going to get someone to meet me at party X? Gosh golly gee. Fly's in the web. Mouse is nibbling the cheese. All I had to do, was smile at small talk at the party. Let you ask me out again. The fish? Will put itself on the hook for you, all you have to do, is not jerk the hook out of its mouth."

  "Then? We both know the rest. Party meet. You asked me out for coffee. Its your standard line on the others, by the way. Not like I didn't know it was coming. Only one thing on that list, I had no way to assess. Sexual compatibility. I know what I am. I like to get on top, and order the guy what to do next. I like guys in that sense, that do what they're told, and like it. You took care of that for me, while I was going about it the same way. Constant stream of little jokes, little innuendos, that only a person like me or you would even pick up on and get. Third date? Well, you see how that turned out, how I was prepared just in case you were more or less on that… compulsion scale."

  "No, you went from possibly perfect guy for me? Within two dates, to… again for ck of a better word. Perfect guy for me. Sexual compatibility. I came prepared to date three, ready for anything from… friendly birthday swats? To more, lots more. But, mommy tossed rope and a riding crop in her trunk, just in case. Wow. How long did it take to go from the usual jokes, to talking about it openly? To… 1,2 then big 3. Before the night ended? You were tied up and getting whipped. Loving it, and begging me for more. Here we are, not quite two months ter. Told you that night, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now. Get used to it. Its how it is now."

  I flipped the sh end of the whip on him a little, my version of twirling his hair.

  "Yeah. I tied you up, and whipped you. Then told you, you were mine now. You got rock hard and dripping wet. You loved it."

  "Now. That's the back story, on my end. How us came to happen. Now. About the other part of, what has become… us. What we're doing right here, right now. You. I have you strung up like some kinky Christmas ornament. And you simply love it. Look how hard you are. When I so much as take my belt off, getting undressed for bed? You blush like a stop sign. I peed on you once in the shower? I open my eyes in the shower after a workout, there you are. Begging for it again. Anything I do to you? You like it, and then you come back asking for more. Want me to prove it? Ask me to prove it. Right here, right now."

  "Please… prove that you can do anything to me. That I… like it."

  "Open your mouth. I'm going to spit in it. Now, under no threat of this whip, or anything else. If you don't want me to? There will be no punishment of any kind."

  "Anything you want…"

  And he opened his mouth a little. I sort of spit in it. He thanked me. I doggy licked his face and kissed him.

  "That isn't… I don't know."

  How much… spit do we get in each other's mouth, kissing and licking. Probably more than that, by the end of a night. So what.

  "I'll prove it again. On the farm? We have… animal tasers. Can I use one on you, when I remember to grab mine?"

  "Yeah. If you want to, I guess so."

  "See? We both have the same compulsion. Fantasy generator, everyone has one. Ideas and fantasies pop into your head. Was I going to be happy, getting to give birthday love swats? Hell yeah. Now, did I ever once have a naughty fantasy, where I could tie a guy up, and whip him for real, until he cried? Sure. And you. You had trouble getting your second time for birthday love swats, but… you had a fantasy, of some girl you otherwise thought was pretty. She's tying you up, and whipping you, right? Tell me I'm wrong."

  "I admit I did."

  "See? That's how we got right here, right now. Now. Let's take it further. We both have basically more or less, the same general ultimate fantasy. Just opposite ones. They bookend each other's… dream fuck. Hell, I have to be careful what I make a joke about, I see online to you. You might bug me to do it. Please tell me, there's limits to… all this."

  "Limits to everything, I think."

  "Good. Please tell me, you wouldn't ever want me to poop on you."

  "Am… I allowed to tell you… no."

  "Hmm. In this context? Yes."

  "Then no."

  "Thank god. I'm joking, but, I peed on you in the shower, then next thing you know, there you are."

  "I thought it was… funny."

  "I bet if I took… oh, I don't know. A shot gss of my pee, and put it in a gallon of fruit punch. You'd drink it, wouldn't you?"

  "At that ratio? Probably."

  "See? I have to be careful."

  "Don't be. Anything you think you want."

  I put the bullwhip all coiled up, under his chin and lifted it up.

  "Good answer, slut. It better stay that way, too. And the first time it doesn't? We're coming down here for another little… talk. Moving right along…"

  I backed off, and after a couple loud warning cracks on either side of him, pnted a fairly decent sh stroke, on his tummy. It made the dark red teardrop, not quite perfectly around his navel. He squealed and whined, and some tears came out, and a little sob came.

  My demeanor had imperceptibly softened over the course of time, talking about… us. I made up for that quick.

  "New subject, slut. Sentimental mommy? All gone. You've been asking for a while. Don't ask, just make me. Its hot. I wonder how hot it would make me, to get actually punished. Why does you owning me, have to stop at just a joke. I waited. I looked into it online. Hell, I tried to talk you out of it. I wanted to give you a way out, if it turned out to not be your thing. No, you kept bugging me. I figured, why not? Its for naughty time anyways, just another game. Fine. So? Here we are. You even asked me, to not let you out of it. To punish you more, for trying. I finally agreed. And again? Here… we… fucking… are."

  "No way out now, you little slut. Hope you thought your little… fantasy through. Because now? The gate just swung shut. You? Actually trapped. I asked you if you really wanted to submit to me. Completely. You knew this was coming, and that it was for your birthday naughty fun. You begged me. Well? Here we are. Your future? You're fucking looking at it. Um, you have a blindfold on, so you don't see the bullwhip coming, but… you know exactly what I mean. You can still hear the future for you. Me. Period. There's nothing else for you. Everything else? Comes second, to whatever I decide. Thank me."

  "Thank you. Very much. I love you."

  "You better. I gave this some thought. I, am on a schorship. I basically get paid, oh… what's tuition and fees and full room and board pn here run? Christ. Close to average sary in the country, I think. One of the top schools. I'm on a schorship. I basically, get paid to py. You? Are trying to submit, to me. Key word. Trying. I told you and I meant it. You are… trying out for the team. You're already my boyfriend, for good. You know that's a done deal, but… this? You're trying out for the position, of my personal… slut."

  "I'm going to see how this goes. After a while, if we're getting somewhere? I'll let you know, that you're invited to preseason camp. That's not making the team, mind you. That just means you're officially being looked at harder. Anyone can come to tryouts. That's you. You? Are trying to get some kind of… slut, sex, schorship. I honestly didn't think this was for me. But, when I was raping you, and humiliating you, on the kitchen table? I looked down, at my crying little slut. Trying to please my dirty fantasy. I guess there might be something there for me. So? I'll try it out."

  "You, are in tryouts. I'll let you know, if you get invited to preseason camp. After that, if. You get invited to practice with the team. Trial basis. Then? You can get picked up, make the team. Fuck it. I'm going to have fun, doing every, any, st perverted thing I ever once thought of or heard of to you. And the goddamn internet? Christ. Too many perverted things to try on you. You better hope and pray, I don't develop any truly sick, twisted preferences. Because if I do? I'll just bring you down here, like I'm making a sandwich… and whip the skin right off your little ass, until you not only agree to do it? But thank me for doing it, and then you'll beg me for it."

  "I sure hope you're that dirty of a little slut. Because if you're not?"

  I lifted the coiled up heavily oiled leather threat, under his chin yet again, firmly. I hissed in his ear.

  "You soon will be."