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Jenny, part 2
Jenny's view.
With the engine on and the heater on full, Jenny sat in the SUV and collected her thoughts. She had waited a good fifteen minutes already, so that the interior was nice and warm. It would give Mike time to clean up the mess he had made on the floor (she armed him with some tissues) and also to calm down. In some way, she felt a bit guilty about the way she had introduced Mike to her 'other side'. Events change things, though, and the time had come for her to put up or shut up. She had changed back into her sandals and a pair of sweats and a shirt she had thought to put in the car for colder weather. She had kept on the bikini, which dried quickly, but had taken off the sopping wet clothes she wore when she had ass raped Mike. The strap-on shorts had been put back into the shopping bag before she left the museum. Mike's shorts and bathing suit were in a plastic bag on the floor behind her.
Ass rape. There was really no other suitable word for it. She had slipped the laxative into his orange juice at breakfast so he would be good and clean when the time came, then prolonged her shopping trip until the time was right. She made sure the dildo on the harness had been the smallest she could find and it was certainly well lubricated. But he hadn't asked for it, hadn't really been prepared for it, and certainly wasn't expecting it. She had raped his ass. And, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it again.
Jenny wasn't a mean person, or truly sadistic. She didn't dislike Mike, or want to really hurt him. But at some point in her life, at some crucial moment, at some precise point of epiphany, she came to the realization that she liked to be in control. She wanted to be the one to pace a relationship, to determine who did what to whom, and explore where things would go. The hardest part of this was finding the right person to explore with.
Jenny looked over at Mike. He stood just inside the exterior door to the museum, his foot propped like wedge to keep the door from shutting. He was trying to stay out of the driving rain as best he could, but if he let the door fully shut to protect himself then he would have to find another way out of the museum. In his current state, he wasn't able to easily twist the knob to open the door. His hands were still cuffed behind his back, and that limited his actions a bit. In addition, Jenny had pulled his shirt down over his body to keep him warm. Well, that was what she told him. Actually, it just limited his arm movements even more.
She smiled. If she had really wanted to keep him warm, she would have let him put his swimsuit and shorts back on. As it was, she could just make out the silhouette of the mesh containment device as he hid behind the door. It wasn't really an effective measure for chastity. If he wanted, he could take it off with little difficulty, if he could get his hands free. But the psychological effect was beyond measure. She had locked his genitals in place and claimed them as her own. Her smile got more wicked.
Jenny steeled herself for a moment, and got back into character. She could be as cruel and demanding as need be, but she had to remember to adapt to the situation. Crushing people psychologically was easy if they trusted you, but that wasn't what she was looking to do. She wanted to tease Mike, love Mike, take him to places he had never been. She had decided that she was willing to take the chance and take Mike to the next level of their relationship.
As with all relationships, there was risk. Emotions ran high when combined with the things she wanted to do. If she did them wrong, it could hurt or ruin either of them for quite some time.
Jenny reached over and pushed the passenger seat all the way back, then put it in a fully reclined position. She drove the SUV over to the museum door and opened the passenger door, and Mike hobbled out, trying to move as quickly as possible so that nobody would see him. Jenny watched as he flopped into the passenger seat, tried to sit up, but then collapsed onto the seat in a prone position. He was shivering, and his lips were a little blue.
"What t-took you so l-long?" he stuttered out.
Her voice was almost condescending, as if she were explaining math to a five year old. "Mike, I wanted to make sure it was nice and warm in here before I pulled up. I thought it would be better for you that way." And she wanted to make him wait. To be dependent on her. She made sure to use his name, to reinforce his place at the moment. He was 'Mike' only when she allowed him to be.
"I thought that old lady was g-going to come b-back any minute" .
Jenny reached over and pulled the wet shirt from Mikes torso, and then covered him with a beach towel. "There, that should help get you warmer, quicker. Lay back so your blood flows more evenly, and the heat can flow over your entire body." She then proceeded to pull the seatbelt over him and snap it in place. It wouldn't really be effective with him in a prone position, but habits were habits.
"Thanks" he shivered out. She put the car in gear, and pulled out into traffic.
"Mike?" she said, as they pulled up to a stoplight.
"Yes, Jenny?" He could start to feel the warmth of the car work its way into his bones, and was now grateful that she had gotten the interior warm before picking him up.
Her manner was conversational. "The way you addressed me just now was a little irritating. You really have to learn how to stop bitching. I would rather call you by name, but I can refer to you by 'bitch' again if you prefer. I know what just happened was a bit traumatic for you." Deep breath. "I'm sorry that I sprung it on you like that, but if I was going to do it, I thought there was no better time.."
She looked briefly at his eyes, and tried to read the emotions. Was that fear she saw, fear at what she had done, what she had become? Did she see contempt, hatred, uncertainty, or maybe passion or lust? He was too hard to read. He seemed to think over her statement, but before he could respond, she started again in a totally different direction.
"Besides your constant complaining, I've noticed that you are very forgetful. I was wondering what we could do to correct that. I like you a lot, bitch, and think that we could love each other if we do things right. But I don't want you to be mad at me, or for me to be mad at you." Jenny let out a small sigh. "Look, Mike, I don't want a boyfriend that complains all the time or forgets things that I think are important. It means that I would be very irritated all the time reminding him of things he should be doing naturally. If I have to take corrective measures to keep it from happening, I will. I want this relationship to work, but I just can't tolerate you forgetting things I tell you."
Mike thought for a moment. "What did I forget?"
"Well, before I tell you, let's say we lay out some more ground rules first. If you think I am going too far with something, you have every right to say so. But before you speak, you not only need to have trust in me, you have to realize you have trust in me, and in our relationship. And you will always have at your disposal one way to stop everything, but you know that already. Now, if I think you should do something just because it is the right thing to do, and you don't do it, I will give you a demerit. That would be things any gentleman should do for a lady, like holding or door, or for general items of polite manner. If tell you to do something, and you refuse without a damn good reason, I will give you five demerits. If I specifically tell you to do something and you forget, I will give you ten demerits. If you show any other type of disrespect, such as questioning my actions in a sarcastic way, it will cost you ten demerits. I may answer questions so that you can learn, but disrespecting me is a big no-no."
Jenny was much more serious now, and she occasionally glanced at Mike to make sure he understood.
"You may pay off demerits, at my discretion, by requesting or providing me with special favors. For my part, I will show you the love and respect you deserve. I will be your girlfriend, and you will enjoy the benefits of that." Another pause while it sank in again.
"At forty demerits, you are no longer permitted to have an orgasm. It means you have shown me such disrespect that you have to work your way into my good graces before you find release. Seventy demerits is the danger zone. By the time you reach seventy, I will be very angry, and our relationship will be at risk. If you ever reach one hundred demerits, we are done. I will kick your ass to the curb wherever we are. There will be no going back, no reconciliation, no kiss and make up. At that point you will have shown to me that you are not willing to put the proper amount of effort into our relationship. I won't have that. I will keep track of the demerits, but you are free to ask for an accounting when we are in 'downtimes'. I'll explain 'downtimes' later."
She paused again.
"Mike, I know this sounds a bit weird, but I think that it lays the groundwork out very nicely. All too often, people in a relationship are left guessing as to the status of the relationship until one day one of them says, 'we have to talk...' and it is already too late. Do you understand?"
She knew this was a lot for him, and it was coming at him fast. But she had to do it this way.
"Yeah, I think I got it."
"Good, then lets start." Jenny dropped her voice into her command mode. If she let any emotion get in the way or showed any weakness, it would all be over before she really got it to begin. "Just so that you know, right now I am furious with you, though it doesn't show. I specifically told you in the museum that you were not to speak unless answering a question. You questioned my actions when you got in and asked me 'what took so long'. That's ten demerits for disrespect and complaining. "
"You spoke four times without permission, forgetting what I had told you earlier. Ten demerits each."
"Each time you spoke, you forgot to address me as Ms. Jenny. Five times, at a cost of ten demerits each. Another fifty to the total. I will rescind a total of five demerits for the pleasure I got from fucking your ass and because one of the replies was to thank me for taking care of you, which leaves you with a total of 95 demerits for the last five minutes.. If you fuck up once more, just once, I'll dump your ass wherever we are. Do you understand how precarious your position is?"
The effect was similar to hitting him in the stomach with a bat.
She listened to Mike gulp, but he answered quickly. "Yes, Ms. Jenny"
"Good. I think you have learned a lesson, then. Next, from this point on, 'please' and 'thank you' are permitted speech, without punishment, where appropriate. Understood?"
