PART THREE f - Therapy

  "And… what was that little game with your friends called. Which website does that come from."

  "Oh. That's my own creation. The idea comes from a men's rights awareness website. The idea is pretty basic. You have a guy, who you're pretty sure has more game than you? Well… you see if your little princess is worth a fuck. Works best with a rge group. Like, in the city."

  "Or? A rge university."

  "Hey. You're right. Never noticed that. Thanks for the tip."

  "Uh huh."

  "Well, it works. It shows you which girls aren't trustworthy. Problems exist with this strategy, however."

  "Namely?"

  "Well, when its working? The girl pyer, gets embarrassed, dumped, and shamed and called a whore. Now? No more pying nice girl, getting wined and dined, not putting out for her show boyfriend. Fucking every pyer around behind his back. She's shown to be the whore she really is. The other girls in the rge social circle? They learn a lesson too."

  "They learn their friend is a whore? They are too. And not telling on each other."

  "Ah. But when publicly shamed and called out? Uh oh. We're screwed. We can be shameless whores, but, no more wining and dining, getting show boyfriends. Landing husbands when we finally feel like it."

  "So what's the problem?"

  "It only works, when the guys provide a united front. Your good looking wing man, that helps you out testing? He's also able to simply tell you she's cool… and bounce her off his dick. In fact? He's able to tell you she's good… keep you being the wine and dine show… while he's railing her whenever he feels like it."

  "Wow. I love the modern dating game, so so much."

  "Yeah. Remember, the whole problem with most girls? They're almost all worthless whores in the first pce. They just pretend to be nice girls, while pying the show game. If a rich guy happens along? Ah… that's why I kept the nice girl image. I dish out, work him for cash and prizes. While I fuck around anyways, then dish back into the game when I dump him. Big problem? They're almost all shameless whores in the first pce. There's nothing left to salvage."

  "How does it even work then…"

  "What it does, is if every guy gets on board? It forces the women to make a choice. You can be a whore, no one cares. Just own that shit. Be up front about it. A couple girls get outed and publicly dumped and shamed? Other girls take notice. You'll never get a guy to marry you, worth a fuck, without the nice girl image. You have to actually be at least a little bit of a nice girl, if you want any chance."

  "Good pn. Why didn't it take off?"

  "The obvious. The women are shameless whores anyways. You're not salvaging anything. The wing men? Are no better. Soon as the game started catching on? Another website… coached top level guys, to take advantage of this new game. Fuck her for him, tell him he's got a good one… while you rail her, and others on the side. Your buddies think you're doing them a solid, while you're banging all their girls."

  "Wow."

  "Girl websites were no better. How to get more quality dick. When this happens? Fuck the wing man silly, he's the better quality guy anyways, or you wouldn't be tempted. Your guy's the bitch for show anyways. The whole game? Is a race to the bottom. The women started this shit… the men learned to py catch up… now? We're all screwed. The Titanic is going down, just the band is still pying while it dips beneath the water."

  "So… you put your spin on this game."

  "Yeah. For me? Its perfect. See, I don't care about putting numbers on the board. I just want to find the perfect girl, for me. My buddies are happy, they think they're being real pyers. Always one up on me, and I never learn. So… they're happy with this situation. I even named this game."

  "And you call it…"

  "Ah. The sieve, of Eratosthenes. Its a real mathematical strategy. You start with a bunch of numbers, and you use simple rules, to easily get rid of what isn't the answer… in the end? Only the correct and perfect answer, can make it. Its the sieve of Eratosthenes, it filters out the incorrect answers."

  "Hmm."

  "My buddies sort my girls out for me. If I think I got a winner? I just show them the girl I like. They do their thing. Yeah. Another worthless whore, thrown to the dogs. Thanks, guys! Also, my buddies are hardly compining about the situation. Me? I never make a fuss. Everybody wins."

  "You… know you can't trust other men, so…"

  "I found a way to make it work for me. See, the more it happens? The more of a way too nice guy I am. The more it filters girls I don't want anyways. Why waste the time. I can now concentrate, on the retively few girls left? That actually like nice guys a little. When I think I found one? I run them through the sieve."

  "This… is too devious…"

  "Like being too good looking. Not really possible. See, now. I had the entire game, top to bottom? Working for me, instead of against me. I can tend to my studies, instead of wasting years of my life dating for nothing. Any girl that only wants pyers and bad boys? Won't talk to me. Great. Your buddies? Who will fuck your old dy and think they're slick? Are now working for me, not against me. Everyone, from top to bottom? Is now pying my game, helping me."

  "And… why did you dump this game again?"

  "Duh. The sieve of Eratosthenes? Was designed to find the st good girl on the campus. That's you. No more need."

  "Just like that."

  "Yeah. I really do assign extra points to girls, for being tall and fit. You're my calendar girl, you saw the calendars. There's no faking all those girls, all those old years on the dates. So, you're gorgeous. And? You're even more gorgeous, to me. That's even better. You're smart, as well as look like a little temptress in your jeans and T shirts. Our educational goals line up and work. Our… career goals line up fine. Hell, even our… naughty impulses are strong yin and strong yang. Biggest bonus for me, ever. I could never repce you."

  "Wow. You make me feel…"

  "Special? You are. I can't believe some other guy didn't lock you down a long time ago. They have no eye for talent."

  It was getting a little te, and we'd had a big day. Light was fast asleep, clutching her Teddy Ball. Near the edge. I was on my edge, and had him close to me, towards my side of the middle of the big bed. I id there, and waited for him to fall asleep.

  When everything was perfect, I took stock. Light was deep asleep. Rapid eye movements were visible, she was deep in some dream. He was asleep now as well. I reached behind me, and felt just under the mattress, between the box springs and the mattress itself. A little stash of small goodies. I lifted my T shirt off, and slipped the neck of it over his head, quite carefully. By the time he stirred? I had it gathered across his open, sleeping mouth and wound my fist up behind his head. Drawing it tight. I leaned into his ear, and whispered quietly.

  "Yeah. That's right… hands back here. Now."

  When I felt his hands on me, I whispered in his ear again.

  "That T shirt moves, you're in even bigger trouble than you already are now…"

  I had the leather craft I had made. Two ft leather belts, that fit his wrists perfect. They were riveted solid together. They had in ft under the edge of the mattress, undetectable. Now, they were silent to put on. Clicks of handcuffs made noise. I slipped under the covers, and put the matching ones on his ankles. I slipped another one around and just above his knees. So silent, so effective. I adjusted the little cock ring nice and tight as well. Then I grabbed the T shirt again, adjusted it perfect, and wound my hand up tight against his head, drawing him back against me.

  "Not a word… don't even move…"

  I let him feel me getting into my toy behind him. By the time I grabbed the T shirt and yanked again, I had him positioned. He could feel the tip pressing against him.

  "Mm. What's that, huh. You know what that is, don't you. Yeah, you do. And you like it, don't you. Yeah, I think you like it a lot. Let's just see how wet it is…"

  I bumped a little. The tip slid in.

  "Oh. Yeah, that's right. Soaked. It'll go right in. I got you now, little boy, don't I? Yeah, I do. I got you real good. You're not going anywhere, are you. Where you going, huh? Nowhere."

  I bumped out, then back in.

  "That's right. All mine. You belong to me now. I own you. Body and soul, little boy. My goddamn personal property. Just like I own a dirt bike that I can jump on, and ride. Any… time… I… want to…"

  I bumped a couple times. Just the tip, but quick.

  "Yeah. All your big talk… and now? About to get fucked. Ain't that right? Yeah, it is… and you're not gonna make a sound…"

  I slid in and out, slowly. Barely the tip and hardly more, just enough I got started and was able to move some.

  "You think I like all this tough guy act, don't you? Yeah, you probably do. You think you're impressing me? Let's see…"

  I slid around some more. Then bopped in and out.

  "Big speeches, all over, huh? Nice one, too. Girls like phone cunt, can get the back of a boys hand… fat lip… you think that's the thing to do with girls like that, huh? Okay…"

  I gave him a slow but tiny push, then slid around.

  "Showing off… you know how things work… using the system, making it work for you…"

  I cimed a quarter inch, then slid a little. Then bopped in and out, showing what I had gained.

  "Letting your guys know not to go too far… ciming me, ciming her… in public… you think I like all that, huh…"

  I cimed another quarter inch, slid in and out, easily. Bopped around. Chuckled in his ear to show I had it.

  "Well? Do you think I like that? Huh? I asked you a question… oh, that's right. You can't say a word… well… I'll just have to answer for you then. If I like it or not…"

  I showed what I had already, then worked it to mark my territory.

  "Maybe… I don't like it. Maybe I don't like it, not… one… bit…"

  I took a little more, then worked what I owned. Into it, then back out. Jogging the tip before another stroke.

  "In fact, do you know what I think of all that, hmm?"

  I gave a couple slow, confident strokes. I wasn't quite half, but showed where I was.

  "I don't like it, at all. I love it."

  I went back to it, and ended up with half. One nice confident motion, followed by another, and another.

  "That's right. I love it. I am a girl. And yeah, it makes me wet. And yeah, I carry my hay bale. The whole way to where it goes…"

  I cimed a little more than half. A tiny push extra, followed by once again? A series of more bold, confident strokes. Showing what was mine, what I could do. What I intended fully to be about to do, when I felt like it.

  "But get this straight, and don't you ever forget it. Don't you ever, and I mean ever… let it come out of your mouth that I'm some kind of… girl power feminist. You hear me?"

  I showed off what was mine, and slid around easily and confidently. Threatening at any moment, to take more than a tiny bit at a time. I didn't, but I let it be known I could. Pausing at the end, where the next bit comes from, then retracting fully and coming back up against the next bit of new territory again.

  "Because if you ever call me a feminist… oh, boy are you in for it. I'll smack the taste right out of your dirty little mouth, and whip some skin right off of your ass, you hear me? I'm not a feminist, not one bit…"

  I worked what I had already, showed it off.

  "I hate those girls. With a passion, with every fiber of my being. I hate them and what they're all doing, with every breath in me. Green queen, huh? Well… I guess I'm your… corn queen or something. I carry an 80 pound sack of hard corn, as far as it needs to go. To get to the feed bin, wherever the animals drag it to. And yeah, girly girls, get… corn walled, or something. And I wouldn't piss on one, to put her out if she was on fire…"

  I took another tiny bit on my push, and chuckled as I made it happen. I went right back into my motion, and took those now longer slides. Bold, confident strokes. Tip out and barely touching, to all the way up against whatever was left. Bopped against it, and retracted again and again.

  "But you're mine. To do whatever I want with, and right now? You can tell what I wanted. My slut. I wanted him. So I took him. I'm going to take all of you, and you're going to like it. And you better not make a sound, or fight me. Because if she wakes up? There's no reason to be nice about this, like I'm being… you want it nice, huh? You better be good…"

  I only took the tiniest bit more.

  "I can see, I need to start fucking some respect back into you, huh? Only sts so long. That's not a problem at all. The pleasure? All mine…"

  More.

  "Don't ever think you're safe. There's no such thing. I got that sound proof sub basement? And I'll spend as much time as I want down there, little boy. We'll have all the privacy we need. To have any kind of little talk, I need to have with you…"

  More.

  "And now? Its time. Yeah, time to finish this off… time to show you, that you belong to me. That I can do what I want, with what's mine… any… time… I… want…"

  I gently rolled over, and had him under me. Wrists, ankles, above the knees… all strapped quietly with leather tightly buckled. Helpless. Under me, under my control. Under my spell I cast. I'm the good witch, and I have all the power of any bad witch, and more. A bad witch, can cast a spell on a boy, and it might only st a night. A week, or even a couple weeks. But, it can't st forever. Because sooner or ter, they crack. And the boy under her bad spell? Sees through the crack, and sees the ugly witch underneath. Sees her for what she truly is.

  My power is greater. I'm a good witch, and my spell can st forever. I wound that T shirt up nice and snug, and settled gently down onto him. Holding that wound up T shirt like I was riding and had to control my horse, and let him know I was in charge at the same time. I did. My mouth went to his neck, and his ear. My free hand slid down and grasped the belt above his knees, for extra purchase. He could feel it, how securely I had him, how completely within my power he was.

  I touched the tip to where it wanted to go. To where it had already been and then it easily found its way as far as it could, before conquering the rest of its domain. With one hand quieting and controlling him and telling him I was confidently in charge of the situation. With the other firmly grasping the back of my saddle, I went back to my ride. I shushed and cooed in his ear, chewed his neck sweetly. Admonished him how he had better listen to my voice and home in on it, how he better be good and not give me any problems, or else. I went back to confident, smooth strokes.

  I whispered sweet nothings. What Vaquera was going to do to him soon, and why. How I loved it, but still? The rules were the rules, and they had to be obeyed. With all that confident control, I shushed him as I made the slowest push the rest of the way in, to cim what was mine. What belonged to me. My knees to my shins, tucked in and gripping, like I was riding a horse.

  I didn't ask, I did. I staked my cim, and pnted my fgpole proudly. I gave my slow, forceful roll of my hips at the end of the long, slow, steady push. That st little bit to own all of him. Even the hip roll was in slow motion, so as not to jar the bed and wake her up. Then I kept both handholds firm, and did my thing. Knees to ankles gripping tight, unable to be thrown, unable to be ignored. Demanding his complete and focused attention squarely on his owner. And getting it.

  When I was done, I rolled back over equally as slow, and had him up. I took a slick hand, and slowly handled his finish, that was ringed off tight and couldn't occur. I had my hot moist breath on his ear, and my teeth gently working his neck. Shushing him to quit squirming, and to quit making noise. Because if we woke our bed guest up? He'd be sorry.

  When I was done, I quietly let him go. I unbuckled my toy, my weapon. I took him in my mouth, then slowly loosened it until things started to barely go. Adjusted just right, it took forever. When I was done, I wiped my mouth and smiled. I let him see it in there, then I swallowed. I opened my mouth and moved my tongue around to show him. Then I kissed him so he could taste it. I grabbed his head with my palms on either side, and firmly and with all my confidence I knew I had, I moved his head down where it needed to be.

  I didn't have to tell him, he knew what his face was there for. What his tongue and lips were supposed to be doing. I took a nice big bite of my favorite bedclothes sandwich, and gave him my wrists. To hold, to keep, to make me stay and enjoy more. When we were done, I curled up against him and we went to sleep.