Nora Gennaioli smiled at the sweet guy across the table from her as she absent mindedly drummed her long nails on what was left of her egg roll.
It was fascinating about Alpha males and Beta males, she thought. Alphas were good in the sack, and Betas were good at nearly everything else that you needed...
Most women had to make a choice, like her friend Libby Owen, who'd been impregnated by Santos Stuciano right before his skull was crushed by a rival gang member wearing a garbage can and wielding a steel Louisville Slugger.
So Lib married Marlin Quiggle, the nice bookkeeper at the Imbert furriers...life wouldn't be exciting, but the kid would eat.
Nora, whose housemate was Mistress Plumley of the Plum House of Suffering in East St. Louis, knew that you COULD have your cake and eat it too.
When she'd married Tineo Gennaioli, the weedy owner of GennaCarpets, the first thing she'd done was lock Little Tinny in a chastity belt, turn over the bank accounts to her, and she'd fucked all the handsome losers she'd liked...while Tinny wept in a corner!
Tineo had the sort of tough-businessman look about him, but at home he was just a whiny little bitch. Tineo's grandfather had started the carpet business, his dad had expanded it, and Tinny just sat around...and begged Nora for sex.
And as soon as Nora announced that Tin was no longer going to be able to watch televised sports with his friends (enforcing this by putting Tineo in diapers in front of them at a Super bowl party) he collapsed.
When he made a bad business decision (and there were so many of them) Nora would make him lay his penis on her ironing board, and then secure it to the board with long needles and pins until he couldn't move. And then shock him a bit with her iron!
"Think you might've held off before over-purchasing 1000 yards of Canyon Cliff and Pebble Path frieze there, Tinny?" and as she'd say "Pebble" the iron came down on Tineo's sensitive foreskin.
Eventually, about nine months into their marriage, Nora put a guiche piercing on Tineo's penis, and then stapled it between his legs, so it was unrecognizable, and he had to sit down to pee, like a girl.
She utilized his other orifices to make up for it, and his mouth and anus were quite busy when Nora felt like having get-togethers during her years attending St. Louis University across the river.
Nora perceived that the less Tineo got to cum, the more appreciative he was of her...it was uncanny how quickly that worked out.
All she put him through--making him stand naked in the snowy back yard while she and her girlfriends threw snowballs at him, or when she tied a hornet's nest to his balls
(Thanks to her friends in the Etymology Department at school) Tineo had it rough, but he still appreciated his golden girl!
Yes, Tineo had been a loving husband, and after he'd died, Nora had enslaved his brother, Sausalito, for a time...
Yes, but after GenCarpets went under, she set off for greener fields, and that had left her here in Buttermilk Falls, and Nora knew she must concentrate on the unprepossessing specimen in front of her.
Benny Price smiled at Nora a little shyly. It was their third date. "Are you enjoying the Moo Goo Gai Pain?" he asked.
Nora's mouth was full, but with her dirty blonde pixie cut and the enthusiastic way she gave him a thumbs up while simultaneously holding her chopsticks...it gave Benny butterflies in his stomach, as his mother used to say.
Nora resembled the impossibly beautiful girls who used to come into Paco's Tacos, when Benny was bussing tables, working his way through NYU...
Cheerleader types, model girls...the sort that he never got to even speak to!
They'd met at PainCafe's Dial-a-Domme night.
Similar to speed-dating, Dial-a-table had phones on each person's table--one person to a table--and if a dominant girl (at a table with a black cloth) called a submissive male (at a white-clothed table) she could get him to look over at her. If he liked her, she'd command him to go upstairs with her, into one of the PainCafe suites.
Dial-A-Domme night was quite an expensive date-night, but Benny had received five free nights because of a mishap that had occurred with his rental of a dominant robot some weeks before. "I really want to meet someone" he'd told Petronella, the PainCafe's manager, and she'd suggested this.
Benny had gotten a painful caning the first night from an overweight black woman. He had been reluctant to go to her table when called, but felt he shouldn't be too picky.
It turned out that she was husband hunting, and thought that Benny would forgive her physical inequities in his desperation to find a dominant girlfriend.
But Benny didn't mind being alone that much, if he couldn't find the right girl...Still, Loyola had taken him upstairs, ordered him to strip from the waist, and she really did a number on his ass, and then made him go down on her before peeing all over him.
She'd then offered Benny her number, but he'd declined, running from the suite before Loyola had another shot with the cane.
The next time Benny had gone to Dial-a-Domme, he'd looked around anxiously for Loyola, but she'd not shown up.
He hadn't expected his phone to ring again, and when it had, he'd looked over to find a MAN beckoning to him.
A strange, punk rock looking dude, at that. Benny was sure this was a mistake, but the guy had called again and again, and so finally Benny had gone to his table.
"Do you need a Master?" the guy had asked Benny.
He was tall, with a Cro-Magnon forehead, and no hair save a purple Mohawk. He was about twenty-one and a little pimply.
Benny had tried to explain that he was in search of a female, but the guy actually pointed to the slight tent in Benny's pants.
"You know what you really need. Let's get up to a suite and I, Master Toejamb, will show you the error of your ways."
Benny had had to admit, he found Master Toejamb quite compelling. When they got up to the suite, Master Toejamb had ordered Benny to strip, and then immediately he'd kicked Benny in the nuts, which made Benny re-think his hasty proposition.
There was a little bell in each PainCafe suite, which you could ring to summon staff if a session got out of hand, but Benny was too winded to do this...
When Master Toejamb realized, just as he was enthusiastically about to whip Benny's butt with a piece of razor-wire, that Benny was running for his clothes, he pronounced Benny "bourgeoisie" and stalked out of the suite immediately.
But when Nora called Benny on the fourth night, he was so thrilled.
He'd noticed her, a beautiful girl, kind of short, maybe five two, with the pixie hair, and big perky boobs in a small but demure sweater dress.
She clearly knew a lot of people at the PainCafe, and Benny was amazed that she was at the Dial-a-Domme event.
And when she called him, he nearly shit a brick. He gaped over at her, and she nodded cheerily, and said into the phone
"Yup, come on over, if you don't think I'm fat or something."
Fat? Was she kidding? She and Benny talked at the table for nearly an hour, and she was a dream. They both loved miniature golf, Hootie and the Blowfish, and re-runs of "The Honeymooners."
Benny had thought that she wouldn't invite him upstairs, but then Nora had crooked her finger at him.
He noticed that her legs were long and beautiful, under the sweater-skirt, and she had a full, heart-shaped ass.
