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SilverFoxBDSM -> Liar (8/8/2012 5:17:38 AM)
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"Of course baby." Ridley said reassuringly. "You're my girl. I won't tell a soul I promise." His open palm stroked Wendys left nipple. His slightly scruffy face nuzzled against her neck. The things he did with his tongue were taking her to different levels of need. Each increasing over the prior.
Wendy Parsons had fought off Ridleys advances ever since school year began. She wanted to stay a virgin till she found the perfect man. When questioned what that was Wendy always said she would know. In reality she had no clue. She was just trying to meet "him".
Ridley Jenkins was Wendys first real boyfriend. Randy as the devil though and very proud of his conquests. His last gf had the rep of class whore within a week after their breakup.
"Promise me Ridley?" He had worn her down.
"Yes Baby. In fact I just did."
She let him kiss her. The way he liked. Before long they were naked. Ridley may know about a womans neck. But he seemed to know very little less. He simply rammed her dry.
Wendy let out a cry a when he pierced her hymen. Filling her in a single thrust. It wasn't good it hurt. A lot. Wendy was crying begging him to stop but Ridley was having none of it. Fortunately he came quickly. The entire episode lasted perhaps ten minutes from neck to orgasm.
Ridley got up and dressed as if he had just used the toilet."Gotta get to practice. I'll call ya." Wendy heard the door slam. Ridleys car reved up and drove down the street. When she realized that after he finished he didn't even kiss her. She broke down.
"Yeah man I finally popped her. Nah she mostly cried and laid there. I give her a three." ...... " Yes on the fucking scoreboard!" ... " K. Late."
Ridley hung up with a self satisfied smirk. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.
Wendy went to class just like she did every day. College was college and losing ones virginity was hardly a sick day excuse.
Her first class was Computer Science. She loggec on to her email just before she noticed everyone looking at her. A few guys looked like they were grinning. Shrugging it off she scanned the mail. Opening the third one down titled "Ranking" addressed campus wide.
Wendy Parsons:
Fuckable.. 3
Body .. 5
Personality .. 6
Dateable Average: 4.6
The girl just melted into the chair. Wendy tried to compose herself but wound up running out of class and back to the dorm.
Two hours later the pain and tears of wretched embarrassment turned into a phonecall home.
"What's his name baby?" Her Mother asked.
"Ridley Jenkins. Mom please don't embarass me. I already want to die. I'm so glad I don't have a roommate. The whole school knows!"
"I know dear. You did the right thing calling me. I don't think we will tell your Father. I need him home not in prison. Besides. This needs a womans touch. Don't worry about a thing. Tomorrow is Saturday. No classes. By Monday morning everything will be set to rights. See you tomorrow dear."
Wendy and her mom had always had a real connection. They were best friends and Mother daughter. Wendy had learned to trust her wisdom implicitly.
She hung up however wondering if her Mom had heard a thing. She had just lost her flower in a date rape she could never prove. And any reputation she had was over.
"And Mom is going to fix it in a weekend?" She spoke outloud to no one. Wendy took a bath and snuggled into a pair of cuddly jammies. She poured a glass of wine and turned on Leno. Then she had another of a hundred good cries. Before falling to sleep well after midnite. Bleary eyes, heavy heart and infomercial. Gave way to sweet blackness.
Dorothy Parsons knows how to make her daughter feel better. The morning scones and coffee at Le Bougerie certainly helped. Not to mention the sea breeze wafting about the bistro.
"Mother thanks for everything. Really. I just don't see how you can solve this in a weekend."
"Let's just say we will use some unconventional methods Dear.. in fact here comes one right now."
Wendy turned to see this radiantly smiling woman in her early fourties. With a dark beauty she clearly knew how to use. As evidenced by the male servers couldn't but ease her passage. Each one got a gifted smile so precious they would recall it for years.
"Dorothy darling how long?!" The two women hugged genuinely.
"Longer than either of us would like. Thank you so much for this. This is my daughter Wendy. Wendy meet Ms. Daniels. "
"Oh hell with Ms. Daniels honey. From what your Mom says this is war. You just call me Camile." She gave Wendy a sly wink that gave conspirtorial alliance. She relaxed right away. Enjoying Camiles sense of humor instantly.
"So.. Tell me Wendy. What do you want to happen to Mr Jerkins. Did I say Jerkins? Oh please forgive me. I of course meant jackoff."
The three laughed. Then Wendy said. "This won't happen of course but... I want him to experience what I did. OH MY GOD! What all of his conquests have! But that. No It's not possible. Or legal."
"Well legality has its issues I grant. Possibility however is a very different thing. Handled properly, the legality virtually takes care of itself. So I'm hearing, rape, humiliation, anything else?" Camille spoke as if she was taking a food order.
Wendy looked seriously like crying. "Men like that. They treat women like toys. I want that ability destroyed."
"With a side of destruction. Coming right up." Smiled Camille. She winked at Barbara knowingly. "We can handle that."
Wendy looked at her mothers friend aghast. "What? Isn't that felonious?"
"Technically I suppose it is. No risk to you though. You can get involved or not as you wish dear the results are guaranteed."
The three made small talk for a while. After Camille left. Having agreed to get together later that day. Wendy looked at her mother like she was nuts. "Mother is she crazy? We'll go to jail if we do this!"
"Nonsense child. How do you think I landed your father? "
"What?!" Wendy couldn't grasp this. "What? Mother what are you talking about?"
"Have you ever heard of Female Supermacy?"
"Women who hate men right?"
"Far from it. We do not hate men. But we do have a different approach to handling them is all. Most women do not understand how men work. This lesson may prove to be the most valuable you have while in collage. Anyway we have a lovely day and shopping to do. I've found it's the best therapy. Let's go."
The pair had just unloaded their purchases at Barbaras hotel room when the phone rang. It was Camille. Barbara wrote down an address and hung up.
"Ready for some revenge Wendy? It's time.
They drove across town to a light industrial area. A maze of streets and single level warehouses used for light manufacturing and a business park. Wendys car pulled up at the address and they went inside.
Camilles voice came from behind a door. "We're in here." The two walked in. Wendy couldn't believe her eyes. Camille and another woman sat together in comfortable chairs. To their left was Ridley. They had stripped him naked. Strung him out in a spread eagle stance and blindfolded him. His penis stood at full mast.
"Don't worry Wendy he can't hear a thing."
"What the hell are you doing?!" Screamed Wendy. "Mother!"
"Barbara did you raise a prude?" Camille smiled. "Not to insult you Wendy. If you calm down I will show you. Have a seat." She turned to her companion. Bella dear would you get some refreshments for Mz Barbara and Mz Wendy please?"
"Yes Mistress" the woman said before kissing Camilles feet to go get drinks. Wendy by now was clearly in shock.
"Bella is Camilles submissive. I'm sorry I didn't tell you she is lesbian."
Just then Bella returned with wine. Serving the two. As she did she whispered into Wendys ear. "Thank you for him. He is perfect." Then she gave Wendys cheek a single soft kiss. Causing the young woman to blush.
Just then Camille walked over to the captive Ridley and took his hard cock like the handle of a pan.
"My lovely Bella lured him here easily. No one even saw them meet. No one knows his wherabouts. Tonight is the beginning of the re-education of Ridley Jenkuns. For the past hour his ears have been filled with ideas he is somewhat foreign to. Such as service, worship and submission to the Superior Female. Subconscious hypnotic triggers are being set and strengthened. We will enhance this. Bella darling. Ice please and the whip."
Bella scurried to retrieve a bag of ice and a formidable nine foot leather bullwhip. Without orders Bella slammed the ice pack against the crotch of Ridleys thrashing keening frame. In moments his erection was gone.
Camille cracked the whip once on Ridleys buttock. He lurched forward. "This is a test. Watch his penis. If it gets hard then the post hypnotic suggestions are set."
Camille was expert with the whip. Each stroke insured the kiss of the whips tongue provided just the right amount of stimulous.
"OH MY GOD!" Wendy exclaimed. "Mother look! His erections returning!"
"Bella. Encourage him.please." said Camille between strikes. The lovely brunette moved to Ridleys cock. Proceeding to lovingly felate it. Camilles strikes continued for twenty minutes or so. The combination of the ear bud influence, Bella sucking and Camilles whip were forever altering the youths psyche. Wendy noticed she was becoming very wet at the show before her.
"Mother?" She whispered.
"Yes Dear."
"This.. is making me really horny."
"Good. A Superior Female enjoys male suffering. Wait. It gets so much better.
Camille dropped the whip. Joining her submissive. They began to systematicly drive the boy out of his mind with need.
Barbara joined the others. "Why are you making him horny? He isn't suffering."
"Ohh yes he is. Suffering in raging need. A need we are about to bottle up." Said Barbara. "Bring me that box over on the table would you dear?"
Wendy complied handing her mother the box. Which she opened to reveal what to Wendys eyes was a very strange contraption indeed. It was bright steel. Tubular in shape having a downward curve. On the open end was a funny looking hasp. "What is that?" Said Wendy.
"It's how to control a male. Responded her mother. It's how I have controlled your father since the night we were married. It's amazing what a man will do to even have a chance to orgasm.
She replaced the ice to the helpless mans crotch for a few moments. Then Camille installed the contraption. She stepped back with a dramatic florish. "Voila!"
Ridleys penis was imprisoned in steel. "What if he gets hard? Won't it... " The others saw the light go on. "... hurt?!" She was smiling.
Wendy put her hand on it. Slowly wrapping her fingers around the cool steel containing the instrument of her deflowering. She didn't realize till her mother stopped her that she had tried to literally unscrew his cock from.his body.
"Wendy dear. Let him keep it. We own him with it. Camille?"
Camille and Bella unmounted Ridley from his chains. He fell to the floor on hands and knees.
"See Wendy? Vast improvement already." Camille laughed. She removed his gag. But not the blindfold or ear buds. Her fist took his head by the hair. Leading him before an empty chair. She turned back to Wendy.
"We have been teaching him that good behavior involves "worshipping"..." Camille held up both hands in mock quotes "... pussy. Would you like to be worshiped Wendy? It really is quite a sensational experience to enslave a man. Besides, you can hurt him if you like."
Wendy thought a moment. She glanced at her mother. Barbara was busy with a glass of wine and a vibrator. "Oh go silly. It's what you want. Enslave the bastard!"
Wendy stripped. Took her glass of wine and drank it in a single gulp. Then held out her glass. Looking at Bella. Who immediately filled it. She drank half. Pouring part of the rest over her vagina.
"He doesn't know about me?"
She said to Camille while mounting the chair.
"Not a clue dear."
"Might I have the key?" Wendy smiled at Camille. The lady grinned.
"Here are both keys." Camille replied.
Wendy laughed. "Good. Give me one and a hammer and hide the mate."
She placed the key around her neck. Took Ridley by the head & brought it between her thighs.
She held his head at bay for a bit. Firstly she had never been eaten out before. Secondly she wanted him to work for it.
Ridley was not the man who had been lured here some hours before. He had been given a drink laced with MDMA & LSD. His head was filled with post hypnotic suggestions. Now he had been aroused multiple times without orgasm, beaten and his cock put in a cage. The scent before him was musky. He needed more. But he dare not move. The slender fingers in his hair held him fast. Suddenly his wrists were bound behind him. His nose felt the fragrant bush before his face. Need overtook fear and he gently kissed Wendys folds.
"See how servile he is Wendy?" Said Camille. "And he has only been here a short time. Give him a taste and pet him. This will further bond him to your pheromones. By dawn he will be bound to all of us in this way. Now for the fun part. Look."
Camille was sporting a very large dildo on her hips. Wendy gasped. "What are you going to do with that?!"
"It's payback time. I intend to fuck his ass with it."
Barbara spoke. "Camille dear. Why not let Wendy do it? It is her party after all."
"I'm not so sure Mother."
"Nonsense child." Said Camille He deflowered you. It's only right." Her smile was full of mischief.
She helped Wendy into the harness while Barbara took her place on the chair. "This will take time if we don't use lubricant." Camille coached. "But then he had little concern for your feelings."
"I want him to watch me do it. I want him to know it's me." Wendy too had changed. She was no longer the innocent co-ed trying to understand boys. Wendy Parsons was becoming a Superior Female. To her, Ridley deserved the worst. No more fears of fellonious dealings. Wendy was ready to "rip him a new one."
Barbara had his head smothered between her legs. She held up a mirror so they could see each other when the blindfold came off. "Fuck him baby! Think about your anger when you do!
Camille and Bella spread his glutes apart. Wendy placed the head of the phallus against his quivering rectum. Barbara ripped off the blindfold. Holding the mirror up so Ridley could see who was impaling him. The other hand held his head in her crotch so tightly that Barbara had to be sure she wasn't suffocating... yet.
Ridleys eyes came into focus too late. Before he could make Wendy out clearly. He was screaming into Barbaras orgasming womb. Excrutiating pain was tearing up his lower gut. Then he saw her. The girl he fucked only three days ago. Looking at his eyes while she fucked him.
On Wendys cue. Barbara Camille tore away the ear buds. Just as Wendy backed almost out.
Just before she filled him fully with a single thrust she said. "Of course baby. I won't tell a soul I promise."
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