Ch. 02: Gym Bunnies

Chapter 2: Gym Bunnies

Bob and Suzanne lay awake, limbs tangled as they sprawled on his bed, sweaty, euphoric, and reeking of sex. Early morning sunbeams streamed in through the skylight.

"You seem to be my rebound boy," she said softly. "I feel like such a weight has been lifted."

"You're pretty good about lifting weights," he said, trying for deadpan.

She laughed. "Not this kind. I was lost for so long. I thought I always would be."

"And now you're not? With me?"

"Please don't. No questions. I don't want last night to end."

"You might want to tell me sometime. I won't turn away."

"It's been so long. It hurt so much. It hurts to even THINK about how much it hurt."

"Any hints?"

She made a face. "I had no experience. I was a junior in college and my boyfriend cheated on me. And on the woman he cheated on me for. After all I gave up for him, and every disgusting, degrading dehumanizing thing I let him do to me, I was devastated. I lost all trust in men -- I HATED men. I became a dominatrix to punish them, but it turns out that's not what being a dominatrix is about. I learned, but didn't recover. Not until... I hope..." She wiped fresh tears from her cheeks.

"Did you tell anyone?" His voice was gentle.

"A few women."

"But you trust me enough to..."

"You know I'll rip out your lungs, stuff your balls in their place, and crush your ribcage around them if you ever use this against me, right?" Her tone was light, but her eyes were narrowed.

"I would never, and you know it. Otherwise you wouldn't have told me."

She was silent for a full minute, seeming conflicted, then nodded. "Will you come with me to the city? And stay the night? There's more I want to do with you. And to you."

"You mean over and above cuckolding your subby pet?"

Hearing that seemed to settle her. She took a deep breath. "You'll shave down there. Get manscaped. There's a razor for that in my bag. Do a good job and get everything, including your ass. Let me know if you need help. Then, after you do your business in the bathroom, douche your ass again."

"I've created a monster," he said.

She smiled. "Not a monster. Just a hot mess."

He leaned in to kiss her softly, and she let him. "Of course I'll come with you."

"I'm glad," she said and snuggled up behind him, covering him with one leg so her foot was nudging his much-used cock.

He spoke after half a minute of that, which wasn't doing much for him. "I don't..."

"Shh. I want to try something before we go. Something I've always wondered about, related to the scissoring my clients used to like so much, and to the wrestling we did last night. I'll stop if it gets to be too much for you, but I hope you'll give it a chance."

"What..."

She laid a finger to his lips. "Let it happen, honey." She slid her other leg under him, then sank ankle hooks into his groin while continuing to keep contact between her foot and his cock, nudging him slowly. Eventually, he grew.

"There's my good boy," she said, smiling into him, then squeezed him between her strong thighs. It became difficult for him to breathe.

He gasped and she released the pressure, but not her hold. He sucked in two quick breaths as she shifted position, climbing atop him and moving up his back while maintaining her ankle hooks and contact between her foot and his cock, continuing to nudge him gently. She squeezed again. Her firm grip on his wrists pinned his arms to the bed.

Her strength was mind-boggling; he felt like he was caught in a web of steel cables, helpless beneath her as she squeezed the air from his lungs. She released her pressure when he gasped again, maintaining her hold but twisting one of his arms behind his back, controlling it as she squeezed him.

It seemed like every time she released her tight squeeze and he gulped in air, she moved, giving him no time to do anything but gasp for breath, like she was toying with him. This continued through several more of her moves, squeezes, and painful joint locks until after forcibly rolling him onto his back, mounted atop his belly with both his arms pinned on one side of his head, her ankles hooked behind one of his knees, her warm inner thigh pressed close against his increasingly hard cock, her big breasts hung close to his face while she squeezed him again.

She released her squeeze and lowered a nipple to his lips. He took it between deep breaths, licking and sucking and nipping it gently between his tongue and teeth.

"Suckle," she said, and he did. He'd learned how easy it was to coax his ex-wife's milk from her breasts when she was nursing their kids, and used the same pulsing suction on Suzanne now.

"Oh," she said, surprised but pleased. "Too bad I'm not lactating. This could be even more fun." She stayed there for a minute, then offered her other breast. Her groin undulated, grinding her clit against him but also her thigh against his cock. She reached her free hand to one of his nipples, then pinched, pulled, and twisted until he yelped. His breaths were shallow and rushed. She reached down and slipped the head of his cock into her -- their position was such that she could only squeeze herself around the head and the first inch of his shaft. She felt his response, then reached behind his neck and lifted him closer with just the strength of one arm. He didn't resist much at first, but as he was pulled deeper into her shapely full breast, it covered his mouth and nostrils until he couldn't breathe. She held him there while moving her chest closer and farther away, using her full soft breasts to regulate his breathing by smothering him.

He felt his orgasm rise. "I'm gonna..."

She smothered him again, squeezing his cock inside her, hurtling him to pleasure. The upper part of her heavy breast tickled his eyelashes even as it filled his mouth and nose. He began to struggle for air as his orgasm exploded inside her. She pulled far enough away for him to breathe as he convulsed, helpless in her strong hold and the pleasure she'd forced from him. Then she relaxed, releasing his neck as she slid him deeper inside. He was waning after yet another climax, but she was sliding up and down on him even as her hips rotated and thrust into him. He felt her desire for more.

"I'm not done," she said, her breath coming short. "Remember how you said you always made your ex come first? Well this time, you came without me."

He opened his mouth to protest.

"I know, I forced it out of you. You had no choice, but... I still want mine. Fortunately, I know just what to do about that." She grinned, then quickly rose, holding a hand over her pussy to keep from leaking, spun around on top of him into a 69 position, and lowered herself onto his mouth. "Drink up, my very good boy. And make me come."

He'd come so often in the past hours that it seemed inconceivable that she could make him hard again, but as he swallowed his own issue from her, of which there wasn't much, and licked up and around her beautiful, talented pussy that he'd filled so often overnight, her tongue and her lips and her suction drew more from him than he thought possible. His hands clutched her full, soft, strong ass. Everything about her was overwhelming. He found himself straining deep in her mouth even as she filled his senses. She'd already been close and he felt her pleasure rise, bracing himself for the face-fucking he expected, which is exactly what he received. She tensed and trembled and detonated in pleasure, shouting in ecstasy as she ground herself again and again against the tongue he held out for her. Her power, her passion, her dominance were overpowering, irresistible, and he exploded again inside her mouth. She had almost forgotten and she started sucking in earnest as she felt him come, stoking his pleasure even as she continued to take her own. He didn't produce much cum, but his body felt ecstasy all the same.

Eventually she rolled from atop him, breathing hard and laughing softly. "Fuck, that was good."

He moved the back of his forearm to rest against her ribs, breathing harder than she was even though she'd done most of the work. "Yeah, pretty good."

She giggled. A minute later she snuggled in close. She was so strong, so powerful, but could be so gentle. Lying there in her arms, unexpectedly secure in the comfort of her affection, he felt safe. Protected, even. He was accustomed to being the protective one. If they were to stay together, he wondered how they would adjust to this new balance. He felt himself relax into the realization. "When shall we leave?" he asked once he'd caught his breath.

"First let's get these sheets washed -- they smell like sex and they're... sticky. Ugh. Then we'll shower and cuddle. And maybe nap -- I didn't get enough sleep. I don't want to think about anything else until we're dressed and in the car."

"Car, or cars?"

"Your choice, sweetie. I wouldn't mind one little bit if you wanted to stay longer than overnight. Maybe all week if you're free. You could bring your laptop and plug into my setup while I'm out. You could also... hmm... you could come with me to the gym. Weekends are rest days for me, but two women I mentor there would probably come if I asked. And frankly, you could use the work, both cardio and strength -- I don't want to have to keep holding back. Maybe we could demonstrate some of what we've been doing. It would be good for my girlies. They're both taller than me, so they could get you all the way inside from that last position I put you in. Juli is in her mid-twenties and girl-next-door beautiful. Her glutes are already as strong as mine and we're working on the rest. Betsy is slender but toned, a junior in college. You're stronger, but she has talents of her own, and she is drop-dead gorgeous. Neither has done much martial arts yet, but we're working on that. We could..."

His eyebrow was raised. "You've been holding back with me, you say?"

She laughed. "Yes, honey, I have. You already know how much from when we wrestled, but of course with everything since then, well... I told you I like it rough. You could get pretty cut in a few months with all that testosterone you're carting around. I'll make sure you look so goooooood that all the girls will want to eat up your scrumptious little boy-body."

"I don't want all the girls, Suzanne."

She sat up and spun around so they were face to face. "And I don't want to share you, well, not with many of them. But during my pro-domme days, some of my clients wanted three-ways. I found ways to make them really, really fun. Not so much for me since I wasn't allowed to participate beyond supervising, but I sure wanted to. Later I would frig myself stupid. You might get a few four-ways this week."

He looked dubiously at her.

"Will you at least consider it? Even if only as a favor? My girls could sure use an experience as good as I've been having with you. Dating is tough these days, and not many men can handle women like us."

"I would want to get to know them first. I've always been a one-woman man."

"I can tell. I figure you were always faithful to your ex. And also that she wasn't always faithful to you, at least not toward the end."

He nodded. "I think you're right about that, but I have no proof."

"I'll make sure you get some if you need it, but really, the less you think about her and what she might have done, the better it'll be for you." She hugged him closer. "And for me. Now let's get these sheets clean. It smells like a fucking orgy in here."

"It pretty much was."

She looked directly at him, her expression serious. "Bob, you have no idea what you're saying. But if I have my way, you'll learn."

* * *

"I've been thinking more about this week," Suzanne said after their nap. "You'll choose between staying overnight at my place with us driving separately, or a full week with us driving together, returning here Saturday morning. But about Juli and Betsy, if you spend the week with me, I also want you to consider something else: while Juli has work, Betsy is starting her two-week spring break. I'll ask her to stay with us at my place. When we return here next weekend, I want her to join us and stay the following week with you. Just the two of you. I've been trying to teach her how to be dominant, and I want you to be her practice male. That means for the next two weeks, you would be her submissive in a strict Female-Led Relationship. You would have to do anything she said. You would also be Juli's submissive whenever she's present. Your time would be your own from 8:00 AM to 4:30 PM because I want you to get a lot of work done, but other than that, you will be her pet, her slave, or anything else she wants. Lunch would be on her, breakfast will be up to the two of you to negotiate as equals, which might be a fun break for both of you. I will expect her to also do a lot of reading and studying during that time, both schoolwork and learning about FLRs and what it's like to be a pro-domme. But everything else... Bob, I will ask her to punish you whenever necessary, and even to make up reasons to punish you. Your safe word will be 'oatmeal,' but beyond that, you will be totally at her mercy, and I will instruct her to be harsh. She needs to learn."

Bob looked confused. "Are you..."

"Don't interrupt; I wasn't finished. I want Betsy to get experience being dominant, but I also want you to learn the kind of behaviors I expect from a submissive partner. I won't insist on them when we're alone together -- that's not the kind of relationship I want with you; being a domme is a lot of work -- but I want you to be aware of what my expectations would be if... I didn't want something different. You must also be aware that if we're going to be in a relationship, it'll still be an FLR, just not an extreme kind. I am a dominant woman and I will be in charge. My word will be final. I will do my best to consult with you on every important decision -- you're a capable man and I don't want to diminish you in that way -- but our joint decisions will ultimately be my decisions, not yours."

Bob hesitated.

Suzanne smiled. "You can talk now, sweetie."

He took a deep breath, thinking fast. "Why do you want this kind of experience for Betsy?"

"Her story is a lot like mine was at her age. She gets a lot of male attention, much of it the WRONG kind. Too often, she's been treated like a conquest, then abandoned. Neither of her parents is in the picture, and she's struggling with tuition. I told her about my work as a pro-domme, and she's interested. She will not have trouble finding work -- like I said, she is drop-dead gorgeous. She's also dynamite sexy, any male's wet dream, but she doesn't have experience standing up for herself. I want to give her that. I want her to become a confident woman, and at least at first, I want her to learn what it's like to be dominant. Which means she'll need someone to dominate. If you're willing." Her eyes were locked on his. "Please."

"So she has a fear of abandonment?"

Suzanne rushed into Bob's arms, then kissed him deeply, repeatedly.

"Damn, I knew you were perceptive, but that cuts to the..."

"And you want her to be safe."

She paused, panting harder than when they wrestled. "She's an amazing young woman, with amazing potential for an amazing future. I want that for her. I don't want her to have to deal with 15 years of shit like I did, and lately it's like I'm her... second mother. That's weird for me, but I really really..."

"I'll do it," he said.

"Even before I get to say that I will totally make it worth your while? Bob, you're wonderful!"

"I know what it means to be a father. I know what it means to change my life, my dreams, for others. And besides, it's only for two weeks, and it'll be fun, right?" He was looking deeply into her eyes.

She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. "I want you inside me. Right now."

She was rough. This time, he was more ready.

* * *

Bob left his car with his writer friend, then Suzanne drove him to the city. After their shower, she made him douche and shave his pubes, then lubed up a small buttplug and had him wear it for the drive. He'd never had anything in his ass before; it made him feel like he was pooping.

"This week I want to introduce you to the prostate orgasm, the full-body orgasm. It's the next step to the greatest physical pleasure a male can experience. I also want you to learn how to work my g-spot so I squirt a fountain. I've only squirted a few times before, and those were with a tantra master I had to pay."

"Women pay for sex?"

"For three hours with a tantra master, hell yes! I didn't technically pay him, though... we partnered for some sessions, and there was sometimes... carryover. Quid pro quo. He enjoyed being dominated..."

"I bet."

She scowled at the interruption and slapped his leg hard enough to sting. "Don't interrupt! I want you to learn how to give me that much pleasure. It's been years. Truth is... jeez I feel like I'm babbling... the truth is I haven't had much sex of any kind for the last ten years. The occasional fling, but a woman as strong as me who can kick almost any man's ass, well... I can be intimidating. Most men will just run away."

"I'm certainly intimidated."

"You should be. I like that you are. But you like it, too, don't you?"

"It's been wonderful. You're constantly blowing my mind. You're amazing."

She patted his leg right where she'd slapped it. "Just wait. It'll get even better. Keep doing what you're doing. Follow my lead. Submit and..."

"Obey."

She smiled. "That's right." Then she slapped his leg again. "And don't interrupt. Do it again and I'll have to punish you. Don't make me do that."

He half-smiled through his wince. "What in the world was that last thing you did to me this morning? You said it was kinda like how you scissored your clients but also like wrestling."

"That's where me going easy on you comes in. To get the full experience it would have to be on a mat. I would be VERY rough; you might get bodyslammed, or worse. I want to do that to you with Juli and Betsy once you're stronger. Instead, I just scissored you from one position to another, controlling your breathing and throwing in a few joint locks as I moved you wherever I wanted. The idea was to make you feel helpless as I forced you to orgasm through mingled pleasure, pain, and breath play, which many submissive men enjoy, especially when I do it multiple times."

"I came twice in like two minutes, the second time out of nowhere."

"Most women would have to put a man in restraints to do that, but I'm a little more... capable."

"I'll say. I felt totally helpless, and... jeez, I'm getting hard just remembering."

She patted his leg again. "We have time for lots more this week, sweetie. I'm gonna make you mine, and I'm gonna blow your fucking mind."

Halfway to the city, they pulled into a diner for brunch. He'd wanted to make a scramble with some leftover steak at his place, but she wanted to get home earlier. "There'll be time for that later," she'd said. She had him put in a larger buttplug.

"I want you to make a list of the work you hope to accomplish over the next two weeks. I want it to be ambitious, and to include stretch goals. You will be evaluated by me and by Juli and Betsy, and maybe others. Since I'm driving, why not make your list now, then think about it and make any revisions you can think of later? Have a final version ready by bedtime."

His expression sank. "I'd been looking forward to just being in the car with you, talking about... whatever. I really enjoy our conversations."

"Work first, Bob. There'll be plenty of time for the rest. Show me that you want this."

On the road again, he wrote up what she'd asked, or commanded -- the lines seemed blurred. He had already given his plans a lot of thought since his divorce. Writing them down was an intimidating task, but achieving them would be so much harder. He kept that in mind as he balanced what he knew was achievable, what he THOUGHT was achievable, and what would make him truly happy to accomplish even if it took a titanic, focused effort. Writing everything down made it seem more real.

When he looked up for the first time in an hour, Suzanne said "I find it hard to believe that you'd never considered yourself submissive, when the back cover blurb for both of your books describes the male main character as being in a BDSM relationship with a dominant woman. It seems like that's your thing."

He shifted in his seat, considering. "I don't honestly know. It's true that I've fantasized about it, but I don't know if I would want to be in a relationship like that. It's kinda scary to even THINK about being in a full-on female-led relationship."

"Bob, the thing about being a dominatrix is that I was catering to men's fantasies. Pushing him to his limits, sometimes challenging him to go beyond when I thought it might increase his pleasure, and when I thought he was ready, always with his needs foremost. It doesn't have to be that way for me now, but I haven't forgotten, and honestly, whenever I pushed a man past his limits, he thanked me for it later -- it opened up a whole new world of pleasure for him. I would never do it if I thought it wouldn't be a positive experience. I hope you'll trust me." She smiled. "I look forward to reading your books, by the way. They probably include lots of great role-play opportunities, which'll save me the trouble of being a sort-of detective. But I'm still going to get inside your head and figure out what makes you tick. Enjoy the ride. I know I will."

"I don't know if that sounds more like a dream come true or a nightmare."

She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "Sometimes it might feel like a bit of both. Just trust me, honey."

* * *

Suzanne pulled into her gym's parking lot. Bob quickly came to her door, opened it, offered his hand, and helped her out. She didn't need help and they both knew it, but accepted it as her due. He kissed the back of her hand, then offered his arm. Both had already changed into workout clothes. He had a week's worth of clothes in a suitcase, plus his laptop. He paid for a large, secure locker, looked carefully in all directions to be sure that no one would see, and removed his buttplug.

He waited for two minutes at the gym's juice bar for Suzanne to emerge from the women's locker room.

She came close and kissed him, touching his cheek fondly. "Weekends are rest days for me, so let's just get a sense for what weights you can rep. Juli and Betsy will be here soon. It's a rest day for them, too, so all you'll do is stretch and wrestle; I reserved a private studio. You should be able to beat both of them, but what I really want to see is whether you can beat both of them at the same time. Ready, sweetie?"

He nodded. "Yes, coach."

She smiled, took his hand, and led him into one of the weight rooms. "You'll do several exercises. Each works a different muscle group. Some you can do at home; we'll talk about those later. Here twice a week if your body can handle it, starting tomorrow. You'll do eight exercises, most of them on machines. I'll help you create a workout journal. See, there's another benefit to being with me: I'm your new private personal trainer." She winked suggestively. "With benefits."

He did the seated bench press, curls, hamstring curls, seated lat pulls, one pull-up, one chin-up, weighted squats, an abductor machine, and a rowing machine. The rowing machine technique took some getting used to. He did three or four reps at each station.

Suzanne held an iPad with a fitness app that she filled in while Bob circulated through the weight room. "The bench press isn't actually a great exercise, but since guys like it, it's a useful benchmark. The thirteen reps at 110 or 120 that I expect from you at first is quite a bit more than Juli or Betsy can do. The best exercises will help with stability, like squats, or your core with crunches and the side leg lifts you'll do for your adductors, abs, and pelvic floor. A strong pelvic floor can make your orgasms more intense, so... motivation. It's also how all three of us can squeeze you hard enough to stop your orgasms. I expect you'll be experiencing a lot more of that soon." She smirked, then led him to a private studio. "This is usually for yoga or Pilates. Let's stretch, then Juli and Betsy will wrestle you."

"How much do you bench?" he asked.

"More than you, but It's not a contest."

"I figured."

"You'll get stronger."

"I know. I benched 140 when I wrestled in high school."

"We'll put that down as a six-week goal. You'll still have a ways to go before you catch me, though." She grinned.

"I thought it wasn't a contest."

"It isn't. I just want you strong enough that I don't have to worry about breaking you in half every time we tussle, in bed or out. Another goal should be to lift your body weight. I can. You might think of that as making it a contest, but it's a contest with yourself, not some arbitrary number."

Two tall young women walked into the room, carrying a rolled-up mat that looked heavier than two ordinary women would have been able to manage. Both were gorgeous. They plopped it onto the floor near one of the mirrored walls. Like Suzanne, each carried a small cloth bag.

"Hi Suzanne," the bulkier of them said.

"Hi Juli, hi Betsy. This is Bob."

"The new boyfriend? He's pretty. Can I play with him?"

Suzanne smiled.

Bob rose to meet them. "Pleased to meet you," he said, shaking the hand of the woman who'd spoken.

"Charmed, I'm sure," she replied. I'm Juli, and this is..."

"Betsy," the other woman said. While both women were very attractive, Betsy was stunning, the most beautiful woman Bob had ever laid eyes on, with long flowing light brown hair, a graceful neck, luminous blue eyes, and long-ish glossy red fingernails. He thought she could have been a supermodel -- she certainly carried herself like one. She reached a hand to his and he shook it, fighting the urge to ogle her perfect slender figure, but the truth is that her beautiful face and enchanting eyes held him spellbound.

"I like him," Betsy said.

"Are you ladies ready for this?" Suzanne asked. "He's pretty strong and he's a better wrestler than me."

"I thought you said..."

"I cheated," Suzanne said. "He's just a wrestler, while I have two black belts. I wrestled him fair and square for one round and even though I'm stronger, he would beaten me if he weren't out of shape and I hadn't used BJJ. I suspect he'll have his way with both of you easily, though I know a way to make the contest more interesting."

"Oh?" Juli said. Her elegantly coiffed hair was a fetching chestnut color and she had faint freckles all over her face and neck.

"Later. First, shoot your shot. You need to understand the kind of threat you'll have to defend against. Bob is a good man and wouldn't hurt you, but others are even bigger and stronger. Who wants to go first?"

Juli stepped forward. "Me. No way some old fat fuck who hasn't worked out in years can beat me."

Bob nodded and got into his wrestling stance, a bit jumpy after having experienced Suzanne's skills and vastly superior strength. He and Juli touched hands and began. He took her down within ten seconds and pinned her within twenty, focusing on her upper body and neck when it became clear that her legs were strong. Suzanne slapped a taped-up towel onto the mat to confirm his victory. Bob rose and left a stunned Juli on the mat.

"There's no way... no fair! I wasn't ready!"

"You were ready," Suzanne said, "you just didn't believe my warning. And it's not just about strength... Bob was a good wrestler and obviously hasn't forgotten much. He also outweighs you by 50 pounds. You had no chance. The only way you'll beat him is to get stronger and become more skilled than he is, and it's getting late in your life to do that with just wrestling. To beat him you would have to cheat and learn martial arts like I did when I was your age. BJJ or judo for grappling, and something else for striking. My other black belt is in taekwondo, but I wouldn't use that on him. I don't want to cripple my new boyfriend, after all."

Juli was sitting up by then, her face red with disbelief and anger. "I want a rematch!"

Suzanne looked to Betsy, who shook her head. "No way. Juli's stronger than me, and I'm no wrestler."

"Well then, how about double-teaming him? Work together. That should make the contest more interesting."

Juli considered. She seemed calmer. "Yeah, okay."

Betsy nodded, her expression unreadable.

"Bob?"

Bob nodded, too.

The women split up, one on each side of him. Bob judged Juli to be the greater threat and attacked as soon as everyone was ready, taking her down immediately. "Takedown, two points for Bob," Suzanne shouted.

Then Betsy attacked his unprotected legs. She was stronger than she looked, her slender toned arms around his ankles keeping him from taking advantage of his hold on Juli. Juli was also becoming aware that while Bob had a significant advantage in upper-body strength, his legs weren't much stronger than hers, if at all. That gave her confidence. While Bob tried to fight through Betsy's hold on his legs, Juli was able to stand even with Bob's hands locked around her waist. She worked on levering his fingers apart. Meanwhile, Betsy doubled over behind Bob, locking her strong thighs around Bob's lower legs. There was no way Bob would be able to escape unless he broke one of her two holds, then, for a moment when she let go with her arms, he thought he might get free, but that was just her strong thighs creeping higher, now locked above his knees, with her arms wrapped around his waist. He was now carrying her entire weight. Her legs, though sleek and toned rather than appearing muscular, were much stronger than her arms. Bob was effectively locked into a kneeling position, or would be forced to hands and knees. Juli succeeded in freeing herself from Bob's arm hold around her waist, then spun to attack as Bob went to all fours, focused on escaping Betsy's leg hold. He never had a chance after that.

"Escape for Juli. Score is now 2-1. Bob's still leading." Suzanne was yelling.

Juli's attack focused on Bob's legs, which he was managing to keep apart to give him a good base on all fours, but with Juli's strength added to Betsy's, Bob's legs were forced together. Now he was no longer on all fours, but effectively in a tripod. He wouldn't be able to escape unless he could find a way to roll out. Juli let loose from his legs, which Betsy was fully capable of keeping together, and put a half-nelson on Bob to try flipping him to his back, reaching under him to trap his wrist, pulling it toward her. Bob's upper-body strength was too great so Juli tried something different, raising one leg to take the place of the arm she'd been using in her half nelson.

"Get his other wrist. Pull it toward you," she told Betsy.

Takedown for Juli and Betsy," Suzanne yelled, her voice excited. "They lead 3-2."

Betsy shifted on Bob's legs, reaching to his free wrist, which was the only thing keeping him from being forced to the mat. He moved it away but that weakened his tripod, allowing Juli to tighten the half-nelson she had with her leg, pulling Bob's face into her groin and increasing her leverage. Bob dropped to his elbow rather than his hand, but that exposed it to Betsy, who trapped it. Bob was effectively immobilized. Betsy's strong thighs were scissoring the front and back of his legs, cutting off circulation below his knees. Bob was winded, gasping for air.

Fifteen seconds later, Suzanne slapped her taped towel on the mat. "End of Round 1. One minute break."

Bob's lower legs were asleep and wouldn't support his weight, so he stayed on all fours while his female opponents moved away and began whispering together. They were a lot less winded than he was.

"You okay, Bob?" Suzanne whispered to him.

"Just out of breath and my legs don't work, but I can feel them coming back."

"Juli's legs are very strong, Bob, and while neither of them is much of a wrestler, I've taught them several holds and joint locks. Don't forget to tap out if you get into real trouble."

He nodded, saving his breath.

"All right, everyone," Suzanne said more loudly. "I don't know how to apply the usual referee's position in a two-on-one match, so let's just start round two with everyone up. Any objections?"

No one objected. Bob staggered to his feet.

"Need extra time there, old man?" Juli said.

"I would appreciate another minute," he said, still breathing hard and wobbling on unsteady legs. He looked at Betsy. "Your scissors put my legs to sleep."

Betsy smiled a truly dazzling smile. "There's plenty more where that came from, big guy."

"Suzanne, can I get a rules clarification? If I pin or submit one of the women, does that mean I win or does that just mean she's out and I still have to beat the other woman?"

"What do you think, ladies?" Suzanne asked.

"He has to beat both of us," Juli said. "Not that he can." Betsy nodded.

"There you have it, Bob."

He nodded and got back into his wrestling crouch. This time he went straight for Betsy, thinking she would be an easier target -- she was lighter and not as strong as Juli. Unfortunately for him, that left him open to Juli's attack and she pounced, grapevining his legs from behind until she forced his ass down, then sitting on his ass and turning to tangle his legs with each other, one ankle at a time. Bob had Betsy under control with his arms, but without his legs, he had no way to take advantage.

"Takedown for Bob, two points. Reversal for the women, two points. They're up 5-4." Suzanne said.

Juli spoke up, smiling evilly. "I could lock up Bob and get him to tap out right now, but I have something else in mind." She pulled one of Bob's ankles toward her. This caused him a brief jolt of pain as he was joint-locked, which allowed Betsy to partially escape Bob's hold. She reached back and pried his remaining hand loose.

"Escape for Betsy. My girlies lead 6-4. Bob, you're fucked. It's just a matter of time."

Juli's voice sounded excited. "Betsy, let's roll him over. I'll take his legs. I want him on his back, but don't let both of his shoulders stay down for long. We're not going for a pin."

Betsy applied the same half-nelson with her leg that Juli had in the first round. Juli levered his legs in the same direction. With Bob's arms having no leverage, he couldn't prevent it. His face ended up deep in Betsy's crotch, one of her legs tangling his arm beneath it while the other was underneath his shoulder in a figure 4 hold from which there would be no escape.

"Bob, lick," Juli said "Make it good."

Betsy slid her tights and thong panties down just enough, then tightened her inescapable hold to force Bob into her.

Bob stopped struggling and focused on giving pleasure. Though the match wasn't officially over, he was beaten and they all knew it. He could have tapped out but wanted to see where this went, and was happy to serve Betsy's beautiful, blossoming sex. He could never have imagined that he would be in this position, helpless under a gorgeous college girl half his age. Her exquisite long-nailed hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. A minute later her hips were pushing instinctively into him. She moaned, bucking her hips as his lips and tongue explored. His tongue stabbed as deep inside as he could get it, his mouth enveloping her completely, then he kissed and licked up and down her lips. Her breathy sounds of pleasure rose. She was trembling. He felt her mounting need, then flicked his tongue over her clit. She jolted. He did it again and again. Her sounds became more urgent. His tongue went deep inside her again, emerging to flick her erect clit. Her sounds became frantic.

"Please," she pled, her voice desperate. "Oh god, please yes, oh my god."

He kept that rhythm as her sounds and her trembles increased, then placed his lips around her clit as she tensed in the beginnings of orgasm. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked. She exploded, shrieking her pleasure. It went on and on. She rammed her slender hips into him again and again as he held out his tongue for her to grind against. Finally, her bucking and shuddering ended. She was crying.

"I'll have what she's having," Juli said quietly.

Suzanne laughed. "Bob, do you submit?"

"I submit. They win."

"Good. Let's switch places. Betsy, you take his legs while Juli takes his face. You good with that?"

Betsy rose half a minute later, legs unsteady, then bent down to kiss Bob, deep and urgent, her graceful feminine hands clutching both sides of his face. "That was the best I've ever had, by far," she whispered so that only he could hear. "I had no idea it could be so good. Thank you!"

Suzanne held Bob's legs the same way Juli had until Betsy could take Juli's place, keeping him helpless beneath her. Juli mounted Bob's face. Like Suzanne and Betsy, she was shaven except for a trimmed landing strip.

"May I kiss your thighs?" Bob asked her. "You have lovely soft, strong legs. And I need to catch my breath."

"With a payoff like that, you can do anything you want down there," Juli said, smiling, her demeanor warm towards him for the first time.

"May I touch you? Your body is amazing."

Juli freed his hands from where they'd been trapped under her, then raised her top and placed Bob's hands on her breasts. "You mean these? Do you like my big soft boobies?"

"You're gorgeous," he said softly. "I like your breasts very much."

"That's good. You may play with them. Suzanne said you're good at that. Mine are bigger than hers, if you hadn't noticed. All the better to smother you. Mmm, that's nice. Keep doing that."

Bob continued cupping Juli's breasts and kissing and licking her inner thighs. She had a little bit of a tummy, and... were those stretch marks? It wasn't long before Juli tightened her figure 4 hold on his shoulder and neck. Her soft strong thighs wrapped tightly around his head.

"Take a deep breath, old man. You're going to need it. Then get busy."

* * *

The women unrolled the mat that Juli and Suzanne brought, which was about the size of a queen-sized bed, though much thinner than a mattress.

"Bob, is your buttplug still in? I forgot about that, sorry."

"I removed it in the locker room."

"Hmmm... without permission? You know that means punishment, right?"

Bob sighed. "I figured..."

"You figured right. Having a buttplug in while you wrestled would not have been good. But you must ask permission."

"I didn't remember until I was already..."

"No excuses. And no arguing."

"Yes, Suzanne."

"I am MISStress Suzanne in the presence of other dominant women."

"Yes, Mistress Suzanne."

"Good boy. Fetch your buttplug. Lock the door behind you, get naked, and bring three folding chairs." She pointed.

Bob did as she asked, setting up three chairs in a semicircle on the unrolled mat. Suzanne was holding a hairbrush.

"Good boy. Ladies, take a seat." All three women sat in the chairs Bob set up for them. Suzanne began brushing her luxuriant golden hair. "Come here, Bob. Lie down across my lap. Stick your ass out high and don't move." She laid her hairbrush on his upper back.

She began lightly running her hands over his ass, upper legs, and balls. She trapped his growing erection between her soft strong thighs. Then Bob felt her weight shift. A hard slap from her hand hit his outstretched ass. He jolted.

"I want you to count each stroke, and thank me for it."

"Yes, Mistress Suzanne. One. Thank you."

"I'm doing this for your own good. You misbehaved and must be punished. You must never misbehave." She slapped his ass again.

"Yes, Mistress Suzanne. Two. Thank you."

He counted up to 10. Suzanne spread her slaps over his entire ass. They didn't hurt terribly much. Then he felt her hairbrush lift from his back.

"A woman's hairbrush is a tool to enhance her beauty, and as we all know, a woman's beauty can give her power over men, so her brush can also be a symbol of her power. That makes it particularly appropriate for punishing a disobedient male."

Bob yelped as his ass erupted in pain. "Eleven, Mistress Suzanne. Thank you." His voice was shaky. He counted up to 20.

"You may stand, Bob."

He did. "I'm sorry, Mistress Suzanne."

"That may be, but your punishment isn't over. Lie on Juli's lap." Both of the other women had their own hairbrushes. Bob realized that Suzanne must have planned this. She'd warned him this morning, after all. "Address her as Ms. Juli."

Juli thwacked him even harder than Suzanne. It stung terribly even though his butt seemed to be getting a little numb. She seemed angry.

"Twenty one, Ms. Juli. Thank you."

Each woman administered ten swats. Betsy's didn't seem as hard as the others, but that might have been because his tenderized ass was numb. When she was finished, she took his balls between her long nails, gently pressing them into him, lightly scratching, and bent over him so that only he could hear. "I like you, Bob. But I prefer that you address me as Miss Betsy."

"Yes, Miss Betsy," he whispered, then was amazed to find that even after all of that spanking, even as much as his ass hurt, he was getting hard again.

"Stand, Bob," Suzanne said. "Bow and apologize to each of us in turn. Keep your eyes on our feet. Then get on your knees, re-lube and insert your buttplug, and kiss our feet the way I showed you yesterday. Make us believe your regret is deep and real. Make us believe that you will never disobey Mistress again."

Bob did as Suzanne directed. Even though he knew he'd been set up, he somehow felt even more accepting than when he realized that Juli and Betsy had beaten him in wrestling, or when Suzanne defeated him time after time the previous day. The more he prostrated himself, it seemed, the more submissive he felt. And it wasn't a terrible thing, to submit to a beautiful woman who had his best interest at heart and who he was developing feelings for. Maybe he truly was the submissive man Suzanne perceived.

He kissed Betsy's graceful feet last, and as he did, she moved one under his balls and caressed him lightly there. He'd been at half mast for several minutes, but this added rocket fuel to his arousal -- he was suddenly dizzy with it. He bit back a groan. He could also tell that Betsy was examining him closely, though he wasn't allowed to look directly at her face. She seemed curious, even fascinated. Soon she would spend five days alone with him at his place on the coast? As his Mistress? He couldn't think.

Suzanne noticed his confusion. "Bob, I'm going to flex for you again. While I do, you will worship my body. Touch me all over, play with my body, put your hands and your lips anywhere you want, but pay special attention to whatever I'm flexing at the time. Feel my strength. Admire it. Envy it. Kiss and stroke me. Squeeze me. Cherish me. Arouse me. At the same time, Juli and Betsy will do whatever they want with you, with me, and with each other. Do you understand? Focus."

Bob felt alarm. 'Whatever they want? While he wore a buttplug?' Betsy's foot gently stroked the underside of his balls, up the length of his erect cock, then grabbed the head with her long, beautifully pedicured, dexterous toes. He didn't think it would've been possible to get harder, but blood rushed to the head. He glanced down and it was swollen and purple. He could tell that Betsy was smiling as she realized how her tiny action had such an extreme effect on him. What he couldn't know is that this awoke a sense of impending power and deep sexual desire within her. Was that all she had to do to put him on the edge? To make a man hers? It was so easy -- she'd never suspected, no matter how many times Suzanne told her, but now she knew. He'd already made her come so hard. This was addictive, and she wanted more.

"You must speak up when you're close to coming. You may not come without permission or you will be punished again, and this time it'll be worse. You must remain below me at all times, so if I drop lower, you must drop lower still. If I go to my knees, you must go to all fours. If I go to all fours, you must prostrate yourself. If I were to prostrate myself -- which I won't -- you would lie flat. If I were to lie flat, you would lie flat on your back, opening yourself to being mounted. Don't say a word that is not explicitly about worshipping me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Suzanne. I understand."

"Good boy." Suzanne peeled off her workout clothes. Underneath she wore only a lacy bra and panties, her bra revealing and enhancing deep cleavage, her big shapely breasts, her thick meaty nipples tenting each cup. Her panties rode high on her hips and were crotchless. She looked magnificent and he could smell her arousal. "Worship me."

Suzanne began flexing, posing as if in a bodybuilding competition, holding each pose for ten seconds or more, then moving confidently to the next as if she'd rehearsed. Bob's hands, lips, and tongue caressed every part of her: thick hard biceps, triceps, lats, delts, pecs under her big beautiful breasts, rock hard calves, the awesome power of her quads and glutes, silky strong sensitive inner thighs, the ripple of her stomach muscles. Her magnificent body reminded him of a symphony, with every instrument, every limb, every note, every muscle in tune and perfectly harmonious, but often surprising. He learned that both his hands weren't big enough to wrap around her flexed bicep or her calf, that even if he had three hands, they wouldn't be enough to wrap around her flexed quad. He learned that every motion she made, and his reaction to it, made her hornier -- everyone in the room could smell her, and soon he could smell the other women, too. Betsy laid one hand atop his, slipping her slender long-nailed fingers between his, then grasping so that he felt her long nails on his palm whenever he touched Suzanne's muscular body.

Juli and Betsy alternated worshiping Suzanne's glorious body with fondling Bob's and each other's. He felt Betsy's long nails drag lightly across his chest and legs, his arms and shoulders and neck, his balls and his shaft, tantalizing up and down his inner thighs and the crack of his ass. He was starting to shake with arousal.

"You're so beautiful," Bob said to Suzanne, in a daze. "You are so powerful, so spectacular, so elegant and erotic. You take my breath away. I could never have imagined that a woman as magnificent as you exists, much less that she would be here with me now, letting me touch her like this. You radiate vitality. Dominance. You are a work of art, a dream come true, a dream I'd never dreamed could be real. I am in awe."

Suzanne took Bob's head into the crook of her elbow and flexed her arm into him. He gasped at her arm's crushing power. "You should be," she whispered, then drew him between her legs, where he kissed and licked her for several minutes as she grew wetter and hornier every moment. Then she went to her knees in front of him, kissing him deeply on the lips, her tongue penetrating his mouth, tasting herself in him.

"Down," Betsy whispered into his ear, pinching his balls with her long nails. He remembered Suzanne's instruction and went to all fours.

"Good boy," Betsy whispered into his ear. It was the first time she'd said that. She was learning.

Suzanne turned slowly in front of him, letting him kiss and lick whatever he could reach and placing his hands on her hips. As she turned, his hands moved to her ass and her sex. He made the most of it, clutching her bounteous ass and gently stroking her divine pussy. Suzanne was in a tempest of lust, her body catching fire. She wouldn't be able to hold herself back much longer. She went down to all fours and he prostrated himself before her. Then she went to a prone position. He went supine.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Suzanne said, and mounted his face reverse cowgirl. "Ladies, what's your pleasure?"

Betsy moved immediately to mount Bob's cock, facing Suzanne. Juli took a little longer. Bob heard what sounded like leather straps and snaps being fastened. He'd been fearing this. He felt the tips of Betsy's long nails gliding up and down his sides, then pumping his chest like a cat. He couldn't see her because his face was covered by Suzanne, who was rocking back and forth on him, desperately needing what his mouth could give.

"Betsy, don't let him come," Suzanne said. "Use what you learned from your trainer. Squeeze him so hard that you stop his orgasm. Press a finger into his perineum."

"His what?"

"His taint. Circle your fingers tightly around the base of his balls and pull them away from his body. Do any of those things and it might stop his orgasm. Do all three and it DEFINITELY will, but Bob, you have to let her know when you're close. Be the good boy I know you are." She tensed as Bob lapped her inner lips. "Goddess that's good." She reached down to play with his nipples, showing Betsy how. Bob soon felt Betsy's long nails in place of Suzanne's fingers, and it was driving him wild.

"Bob seems to have a long nail fetish," Suzanne said. "Use that."

Bob felt his legs being raised to rest on someone's shoulders, then his buttplug being removed. Something longer, thicker, and slippery took its place. Juli was sliding it in slowly, moving in and out but a little deeper each time, gently allowing him to get used to the unfamiliar, unwelcome sensation. He began to feel full, even stretched, like his internal organs were being rearranged to make room. His whole body was tense.

"Relax, Bob," Suzanne said. "It'll be so much easier"

He tried, and it helped. Finally, he felt Juli's thighs meet his tenderized ass. He flinched. She held it there for a full two minutes while Betsy ground herself onto his cock, clearly enjoying the power she had to explore his immobilized body any way she wished while he pleasured Suzanne with his lips and tongue. Then Juli started moving inside him.

Suzanne reached forward to play with Betsy's pert breasts. The effect was immediate and electric. At first Suzanne simply held them, cupped them, teased them, traced her fingertips all around them until Betsy shivered, but by the time she brushed the backs of her fingers across Betsy's hard nipples, Betsy was squirming and gasping in pleasure. Suzanne leaned forward and took one of Betsy's nipples into her mouth, sucking back and forth between them, her hand playing with the other while she lightly massaged Betsy's mound with her other hand until Betsy gasped in a sudden, rushed climax, spasming around Bob's cock so deep inside her. Bob grunted.

Suzanne was also getting close. "Touch me, baby girl," she told Betsy, and Betsy did; she was learning fast. Between Betsy's attentions and Bob's, Suzanne came quickly, harder than she had for a long time before this weekend. "Let's rotate," she said after a hushed minute, and took her turn on Bob's steel-hard, unsatisfied cock while Betsy took over the strap-on dildo in Bob's ass. Juli mounted his face. Suzanne felt so good around him that she had to stop his orgasm three times, each time after Bob's increasingly desperate pleas to come, which were denied. She was convulsing around him that third time, her full breasts flattened against his chest, her powerful arms under Juli's strong legs and flexing into Bob's upper chest as she licked Juli's pussy from the front while Bob licked her from behind, their tongues dancing together on Juli's clit as she shuddered in ecstasy. It would have been a dream come true if only she'd allowed him to climax. He got close more quickly each time, out of his mind in a haze of desire.

It wasn't until Juli was on Bob's cock that he was given permission. He managed to remember to ask, and her orgasm triggered Bob's. He was frantic. Afterward, of course, he had to clean Juli. Every woman climaxed at least twice -- Betsy had four -- and everyone was deeply satisfied. They snuggled afterward.

"You have sensitive nipples," Suzanne told Betsy.

"I had no idea," Betsy said. "I've never come like that before. I've hardly ever come with another person, actually... the boys I've been with just haven't..."

"Let's not talk about them," Suzanne said, stroking Betsy's cheek. "That was your old life. You're starting a new one this weekend, a much better life where you're strong, confident, assertive, and forceful when you want to be. You'll get what you want, the way you want, and when you want it. Your world is already changing for the better. Explore that." She sighed. "Every woman should have this experience."

"Me, too," Juli said. "Thanks Bob, but really, thanks so much, Suzanne."

"You gonna start listening when I tell you how to manage this?"

Juli chuckled. "I'll think about it. But that was pretty damn good."

Bob was stunned. Three women had pegged him, sat on his face, and fucked him. All three had at least two orgasms from his cock or his mouth. He'd been wrestled into submission one way or another by all three. They'd gang-pegged him, taking his anal cherry. He hadn't exactly consented, but hadn't objected and had a very happy ending. He had no idea what to make of his situation -- his world had been turned upside down.

Before she left the gym, Juli showed him the dildo they'd used; it was thick and long: probably 8 or 9 inches. He wouldn't have believed something so big could fit inside him. He wasn't sure it did him any favors; everything else would have been just as wonderful without it. Perfect, even. Except he'd suspected it was coming and hadn't objected when it did. Suzanne had said she would push his limits, and it would be better for him in the long run. Whether it would be remained to be seen, but had it done him any harm?

Maybe not, other than his pride, which had been crushed again and again since he met Suzanne, and... he had to admit that he was having feelings for her. Maybe Betsy, too, but that might just be him being blinded by her beauty. Except that she'd said out loud that she liked him. Twice. He didn't know what to think, only that this was turning out to be the best weekend of his life, and it wasn't over yet.

Suzanne's eyes followed Juli as she left. She kept her thoughts to herself.

* * *

Suzanne, Bob, and Betsy lay together in Suzanne's king-sized bed, recovering from their second bout of mind-blowing, horizons-altering sex there. Both women had been enthusiastic, even insatiable. He was going to have a hard time keeping pace. He smiled to himself. 'Hard' indeed.

But he was also snuggled warm and snug between strong, gorgeous women in Suzanne's bed after the most amazing 24 hours of his life. He couldn't imagine feeling more satisfied, more fulfilled. He fell asleep in their arms.

An hour later, Suzanne gently woke him. At some point he'd become the big spoon, his arms around Suzanne, but didn't remember how that happened.

"We need food," she whispered. "Make leftovers, nothing complicated. Don't wake Betsy. Scrambled eggs and leftover steak sounds good, with mimosas. I'll wake her in ten." She kissed him, then rolled over.

"Yes, Mistress," he whispered back, kissed her cheek, and rose, then reached for his robe.

"Naked," Suzanne whispered.

Bob gawked at her. "Not even socks or slippers? It's winter." He thought for a moment. "Please."

"Maybe next time. Go."

He went.

They shared an unusual dinner. The women sat on the same side of the table with Bob on all fours between them. Both women wore high heels. Betsy wore a skimpy shiny bikini while Suzanne wore her crotchless panties with a shelf bra that pushed her breasts at least 5 inches forward. Bob was naked. The women ate with utensils while Bob was only allowed to use his mouth, his plate on the floor, which was uncomfortable, frustrating, and messy. He wore earplugs and heard nothing but a lot of muffled feminine giggling even as both women's high-heeled feet and shapely lower legs caressed him affectionately. He assumed they were making plans for his next two weeks. Both had orgasms for dessert with Bob between their legs, adoring them. Their pleasure was his dessert.

He was required to do the dinner dishes, washing the cookware by hand, then rinsing the dishes and placing them into Suzanne's dishwasher, while the women, giggling together, fondled every part of him. His arousal, already high from servicing them for dessert, was off the charts by the time he was finished. They were ready for more, too.

"Bedroom," Suzanne told him, pointing. Betsy led him there with one long-nailed hand around his aching cock. "Bind your ankles," Suzanne told him when he arrived. There were ankle cuffs attached to each bottom corner of the king-sized bed. Then each woman took one of his wrists and attached it to a cuff at the top corners, bending low over him, tempting him with close proximity to their perfect bodies, Betsy's svelte and toned, Suzanne's sculpted and powerful. He kissed their bellies and breasts whenever they were close enough. Then Suzanne mounted Bob's face while Betsy mounted his cock. Bob was forbidden to orgasm until he was granted permission. They switched places twice as each of them had at least three orgasms -- Betsy had five -- atop him. Both had to squeeze his cock hard inside them to stop his orgasm. Suzanne did it twice. Once again, Bob was out of his mind with unsatisfied lust before Suzanne finally dismounted his face and asked the question he'd wanted to hear for so long.

"Do you want to come?"

His eyes were in hers, beseeching. "Yes, Mistress Suzanne. So much. Please."

"What must happen first?"

"Please Mistress Suzanne, please let me come. You're so beautiful. You make me... you're so... I need... please." He was tearing up.

Suzanne glanced at Betsy, who was moving Bob slowly in and out of her, rolling her shapely hips so she could feel as much of him as she could. "Is that enough for you?"

Betsy shook her head. "No. He needs to ask me, not you. I'm the one with power to let him come. Or not." She smirked.

Bob's gaze shifted to Betsy. As beautiful as he thought Suzanne was, as powerful, as irresistible, Betsy was a vision of feminine beauty: slender, toned, her curves less pronounced but just as alluring, if not more. Bob had a moment of uncertainty. And her face, good god, her eyes, her full lips; any man would be blessed to be in her company, her long-nailed hands cupping her shapely breasts, and here he was... inside her with her beautiful eyes boring into him, waiting for...

He felt his orgasm rise. "Please Miss Betsy, please, I'm gonna..."

She clamped down hard, suppressing him.

He gasped. Not even Suzanne had ever squeezed him so hard. He groaned. He felt naked, exposed, at Betsy's mercy. Which is exactly what he was.

Suzanne walked behind Betsy, her heels clicking on the bedroom floor. "Hey, honey. Can I help?"

Betsy's intense look into Bob's eyes faltered. "Yes Mistress," she whispered.

Bob barely registered what was happening.

Suzanne turned Betsy's head and kissed her deep, as deep and ravenous as any kiss Bob had ever seen. Betsy's hips were moving on him again.

"Ready to try what I taught you?" Suzanne said.

Betsy's eyes were closed. "I don't know... I've never... I don't..."

"No time like the present, honey. What's the worst that could happen?"

Betsy's eyes snapped open. They focused on Bob's.

"Please," he mouthed.

A slow smile spread across Betsy's lips.

Suzanne's hands took over for Betsy's on her breasts, cupping, stroking, and teasing, then tweaking her nipples, knowing that Bob couldn't help but see, knowing what the sight of one beautiful woman playing with the shapely breasts of another beautiful woman would do to the man whose cock -- and his heart, as she knew full well even if he didn't -- was already captured. Suzanne was whispering into Betsy's ear even as Betsy's eyes stayed on Bob's. Betsy leaned back and reached behind her, and Bob felt the tips of her long nails on his balls while one more slid between his cheeks and found his rosebud, just resting there. Suzanne kissed Betsy deep and long, and Betsy kissed back. It might have been the sexiest moment any of them had ever experienced. Suzanne pulled away far enough to nibble Betsy's earlobe, which made Betsy shiver. Then something happened to Bob's cock, deep inside Betsy.

It felt like he was getting a blowjob, a handjob, or both at the same time. Betsy wasn't moving at all, just looking deep into Bob's eyes with a mischievous smile. "You may come when I do. Not before."

As turned on as Bob already was, he knew he wouldn't last long. "I don't think I can stop myself. You're so beautiful, and what Suzanne is doing to your breasts, what you're doing to me inside you is..."

Bob felt the long-nailed fingers of one of Betsy's hands tighten around the base of his balls and draw them away from his body. She pressed the tip of another finger firmly against his perineum. Then he felt strong muscles inside her squeeze the head of his cock. Just the head, though his entire cock was deep inside her. How could she have that kind of control? Restrained as he was, he felt completely helpless, lost in her unexpected and seemingly effortless power, at her mercy.

Betsy's voice was commanding. "If you think you can come without my permission, you are badly mistaken. If you start to come, I will stop it. Now look into my eyes and don't look away. Don't close your eyes. You will come on my command, or you won't come at all."

She resumed what she'd been doing to him inside herself, her beautiful eyes penetrating his. Once, when he couldn't keep from glancing down to her breasts, she stopped her motion.

"Don't look away. If you look away from my eyes, I will stop. Lose yourself in my eyes. Soon enough, you won't be able to look away, but for now you must cooperate. Obey. You want this, don't you? You want me to keep doing this?"

"Yes, Miss Betsy."

"Good boy. You want me very much, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Betsy." He tried not to whimper.

"Good boy. Your body is learning to obey. Your body is learning that you will be unable to come without permission, without begging me. You're learning to obey my body, to obey my words as if you have no choice. Your mind is learning, too. Hear me and obey. Keep your eyes in mine. Don't look away. Soon, you will be unable to look away, helpless to do anything but obey. You will have no choice. You want to come, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Betsy."

"Good boy. There is only one way for you to come with me now. What is it?"

"To obey, Miss Betsy."

She gasped. "That's right. Feel your will slipping away. I'm taking it, drawing it from you. You have no way to keep it. Your will is restrained, controlled, just like your body. My will is becoming your will. You want my body to reward you, my desires becoming yours, my words becoming your thoughts."

Bob's eyes were fully captured in hers, his thoughts hazy and distant. It felt like his will, his choice, his intellect, his spirit, was being forcibly extracted from him. What she was doing felt so good, so arousing -- he had never been so aroused, so hard, but he was somehow not getting closer to orgasm. He couldn't think. It seemed like her eyes were growing bigger with every passing moment, filling his vision, filling his senses, swallowing him whole. She was so beautiful.

Betsy gasped. "Submit, Bob. Submit and obey." She groaned, her voice rising, her lovely body tense and trembling. Oh god, Mistress, yes, keep doing that, please... I'm going to come. Bob, beg for it! Beg for me to let you come!"

It was good that she was shouting because Bob could barely hear words anymore, much less understand them. His thoughts were gone, his will had fled. His world was filled with nothing but this colossal need, needing to come but prevented from doing so with overwhelming, impossible force. "Please," he said, his voice soft and cracking. He had never felt anything like this before. It was so good. "Please... Miss Betsy."

Betsy's tense body erupted in pleasure, the strong muscles of her irresistible pussy contracting and spasming around his captive cock. "Come for me, Bob. Come for your mistress. Come for me now!"

Bob's orgasm rose so quickly that he felt himself get lightheaded.

Then he came so hard that he passed out.

Next in chapter 3:

Sisters - Juli's younger sister wrestled on the high school boys' team. Now she's a single mother nursing two babies.