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Dominas Anonymous: A Little Shop Story
Michelle came into the Little Shop, smiling hesitantly.
"Excuse
Soapy surveyed the husky voiced brunette with languid,
opiate dulled eyes. "Yeah, it's in the Show Room upstairs, are you
familiar with where..." Michelle nodded quickly.
She'd taken Hiram there for the last Little Shop
party, where he'd placed Third Green Ribbon for taking in a large strap-on.
"Thanks very much." she said hesitantly, and
walked to the back of the store, hurrying up the stairs. She opened the door
into the Show Room, where there were a number of women sitting in metal chairs.
Michelle slid into a chair as a statuesque woman with firey
cropped hair was speaking. "I'm just having a problem with Wendell,
because he's rebelling against Mommie." The rest of the group, all women,
chuckled.
The redhead smiled, breathing air into her full breasts.
"I adopted Wendell when he was thirty-three years old. I was
twenty-nine." Another laugh. "And he's very obedient much of the
time. And he asks me for challenges. 'Mommie Erica, make me deserve you,' he
tells me."
Erica paused, and drummed coral nails against her
purse. Michelle calculated the woman's age in the early fifties, which
meant Erica and Wendell had been together for some time.
Erica looked to be a member what Michelle's friend
Lauren called "the facelift brigade" subgroup of Dominas Anonymous...
The younger dominant girls, like Lauren couldn't connect
well with the older ones. Michelle was in the middle, a good solid thirty-six
years old, so she tried hard to relate to both age subsets.
"Wendell is in a good solid Iron Maiden Chastity Lock,
and for the past fourteen years we've experimented heavily with periods of
orgasm denial, starting with two to five day sessions, and then in the last ten
years, limiting Wendell's orgasms to once every ninety days."
The redhead paused. "At first this was very difficult
for him, especially as I am a believer in self-holding training."
"What the hell's that?" whispered Michelle's
friend Aline in her ear, and Michelle snorted. Everyone had a different
term for usually the same old training stuff.
Michelle hadn't allowed Hiram to cum in about four and a
half months, because he was so childish...but she didn't put him through any
weird exercises, she just tied him up and teased him--wait, what was Erica
doing now?
Erica had stood up and gone to a huge wide screen at the
corner of the Show Room, and switched it on. "I got permission from this
month's Dominas Anonymous Chairdomina to show this brief home movie which
can give a visual explanation of self-holding training, as I'm hoping to get
some advice here, and a picture is worth a thousand words, right girls?"
Everyone laughed.
The screen opened to show a pudgy middle aged man standing
naked with his hands cuffed behind him. His eyes were downcast, and his
erection was fully rampant.
"I cut the part out where I unlocked the Iron Maiden,
because Wendell made a lot of fuss...boring whining about how he wanted to make
love to me."Erica's voice was contemptuous, but trilling with amusement.
"Even after all these years, he persists, what a
salesman. No wonder Wendell has done so well with his insurance company. Sell,
sell sell."
Michelle and the other women watched the screen. Wendell
stood there, looking quiet, and then all of a sudden Erica was in the screen,
dressed in a corset covering the nipples of her full breasts, and ending just
below her pubic area.
Michelle had to admit that for her age, Erica did look
damn good. Huge boobs, and long, shaved legs. On screen, Erica's nails were
painted magenta, and everyone watched as the onscreen Erica began massaging
Wendell's tumescent penis. Wendell closed his eyes and began moaning.
All the ladies watched as onscreen, Erica's forefinger and
thumb began probing and pressing round Wendell's purplish glans. Erica pulled
and stroked the growing cockhead enthusiastically.
"How does this feel, you pathetic little worm, you
crybaby?" Erica was asking Wendell in a stage whisper. Michelle wondered
who was filming this thing--a boyfriend?
Once, Michelle had forced Hiram to kneel and suck a
neighborhood crossing guard's penis while her stepdaughter, Melissa, had filmed
the whole thing...it had humiliated poor Hiram something terrible.
But Michelle couldn't take her eyes off the screen. Erica
was continuing to twist and pull Wendell's bulbous glans, now and then squirting
a bit of lube on her fingers. "How's this, darling" she whispered to
Wendell.
"Does my nice soft hand feel good after all those weeks
locked up in the Iron Maiden? It must be quite a festival for you to have my
soft white fingers toying with your poor denied penis after long months of
being denied, my love."
Funny, Michelle thought. Wendell doesn't look as if he's
enjoying it much. Eyes closed, he was gritting his teeth. Erica's fingers moved
from Wendell's glans to his shaft, and they began pulling the cock faster and
faster, and the onscreen Erica leaned her full soft breasts against Wendell's
sunken chest.
"Do you want to cum, my sugar blossomed milquetoast
boy? Does your wee- wee, tiny and inadequate as it is, want to have an
accident?"
Wendells' face was now bright red and he was biting his
lower lip. "Please, Mommie, stop...I'm getting so close... I'm about to
spurt, please take your hand away."
Erica leaned closer. "You know if you cum, darling,
you'll be severely whipped... Mommie's cane is quite ready to bash your little
cock until it is bleeding, before going around to your little white buttocks.
Mommie can make you cry quite loudly, can't she, Wendie?"
Wendell's eyes were tearing up, and his teeth were bared.
Michelle understood now. This was not so much a tease of Erica's as a cruel
exercise in which Erica made Wendell hold back his orgasm, even though it had
been months and months since he had cum.
Jesus, this is much worse than anything I've ever put
Hiram through, Michelle thought. I tease Hiram and pull my hand away, and
the game is to see if he can cum before I stop playing with his dick, but this
is much worse...a tease where you have to hold back your semen!
Still, Michelle felt herself growing wet as she watched
Erica's cruelty. Wendell was trembling all over on the screen, and the camera
focused first on Erica's hand, fondling Wendell's now engorged purple phallus,
and then the camera showed Erica's full lips speaking in Wendell's ear.
"You know I can make you just miserable if you cum,
darling...maybe I'll put you in diapers in front of your staff...remember when
I changed your diapers when you had your darts league over? They didn't invite
you back, did they, Wendell? No more manly nights at the bar after that...you don't
want me to punish you through humiliation, for making a nasty mess in my hand,
eh Wendell?"
Now the camera backed off a bit and all could see Wendell
sobbing, his cock trembling and bouncing. Erica's long white fingers tickled
and tormented Wendell's cock, and suddenly there it was---Wendell had his
accident, squirting all over Erica's palm.
"I'm sorry-I'm so-so sorry!" Wendell's tears
looked genuine, but Erica shook her head, smiling. "No, unfortunately you
aren't sorry enough, darling."
Suddenly Erica was beckoning offscreen, and a tough looking
construction worker type in tight jeans and a plaid lumberjack shirt walked up,
surveyed Wendell, and suddenly kicked him brutally in the nuts, and Wendell,
his hands still trapped behind him fell to the ground, weeping. A moment later,
the camera showed Wendell sucking the construction worker's huge penis, tears
still falling down his cheeks.
Then the real Erica in the room clicked the movie off and
turned to the rapt women.
"You see? Wendell's semen self-holding training is
lacking, ladies. I don't know what to do about it. He is supposed to be able to
masturbate to orgasm after ninety days, but after twenty, thirty, forty days he
has these accidents...and I want to be able to fondle him without him making
these awful messes."
"And the problem is, Wendell wants a longer
sentence. He wants six months of chastity..but how can I give him a six month
term of teasing and denial if he can't take seventeen days, or forty days,
which is what he was denied at the time that film was taken!"
Erica shook her red head and sat down and another woman
raised her hand. She had a sporty looking blonde ponytail and long legs.
"Hi, I'm Cordelia and I'm a Domina." "Hi, Cordelia" the
group chorused.
"I feel for you, Erica" Cordelia said with a
smile. "I also have been trying to train my husband Trevor to withstand
excessive teasing.
But what I do, is give him the kick in the balls or the
whack with a cane before--not after--he's had an accident. Trevor hates it when
I've been running my nails--"
Cordelia waved her French manicure in the air--"up and
down his cock to the point he wants to explode and then I say--
'Honey, if you're about to cum, maybe I need to calm you
down' but he knows one stroke with the tawse across his balls to make his
dick small is far better than a horrible flogging after he's made the
mess."
Cordelia smiled, running a long pink tongue across her
glossed lips. "And then of course I can tease him to the point where he's
ready to squirt yet again...and then I give him just a wee bit of pain...and
all is calm!" The ladies laughed uproariously.
Cordelia tossed her ponytail. "Poor Trevor. I had to
give him a nasty paddling with my big hairbrush just before coming to the
meeting because he was complaining that I have been going out too much..."
Cordelia looked a bit guilty."I saw my boyfriend last
night, went dancing with some college boys on Sunday, and now I'm here."
" Trevor just doesn't understand that he can't be
so possessive. Though he might be reconsidering since he was weeping in the
corner with his pants down as I walked out the door."
Cordelia shook her head. "Am I too temperamental, I
don't know...it's a mystery" The women laughed and clapped.
Michelle suddenly raised her hand. She had never spoken at a
Dominas Anonymous meeting before, but she felt she had an issue.
"I'm really glad to be here tonight" Michelle said
politely. "Erica's film was quite entertaining." Everyone tittered
good naturedly. "I'm hoping that the other dominant ladies here can help
me with the darndest problem I'm having."
Across the room, Lauren smiled encouragingly at Michelle.
Michelle adored Lauren, though she was so young! Lauren had an older submissive
who loved to rub Lauren's long legs with scented massage oils, hoping that
Lauren would take off her tiny denim shorts...
Michelle had watched the man once burst into tears when
Lauren, after he'd rubbed her legs for two hours, had ordered him to kneel in
the corner instead of getting to lick her precious pussy!
But Lauren was very sweet to Michelle, if not to her poor
lover, and the rest of the women looked quite encouraging, so Michelle
continued her story.
"Hiram is having a really hard time with the fact that
I want him to service my boyfriend and his friends. It took so long for Hiram
to process his jealousy over my lovers, and finally he was able to accept that
his role would be watching me from the closet as I fucked my dates...
he would even trim my bush for me before I went out! But now
I've moved to a new phase...
I want Hiram to suck my boyfriend's cock regularly, and
serve us breakfast in bed! I don't see why this is such a big deal. I've
explained to him that his role as a man in my life is finito; that the fact
that he asked me years ago to dominate and punish him ends any masculinity he
might be clinging to."
Michelle shook her head. "Of course Hiram has sucked
quite a few cocks at this point, I've made him do that! But why is he so
resistant?
No, he's not a homosexual, but that's part of his
humiliation, isn't it, that he is able to look after my boyfriend, suck his
dick, lick out his asshole, make him feel comfortable as a a guest in my
home--I hear some of you talk about what obedient slaves you have, and it makes
me jealous." Michelle smiled ashamedly, and everyone laughed.
Another woman raised her hand. She was about sixty, but
quite well groomed. "Thanks for sharing, Michelle...I'm
"I have an idea of how to make your boy service other
men...I've been making my Owen do it for forty years--I turned his Navy buddy
from Guadacanal into a strict Master in '46, and it's been going on ever
since!"
As Michelle leaned over to listen, she knew she would get
the best advice here at Dominas Anonymous!
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