That evening, just as I was thinking I'd better turn in before work tomorrow, the doorbell rang. I could only imagine one person showing up unannounced at that time. I hurried towards the front door and just as I had guessed, Patty's voice on the intercom said: "Can I come up?"
I buzzed her in and waited for her in the open door. I could see she was upset because she started crying as soon as she saw my face. She hurried towards me and almost jumped into my open arms. She buried her face in my neck and she cried softly.
"Had a fight?" I just asked softly, stroking her hair.
She nodded.
As soon as she had settled down, I said: "Come on in."
She walked into the living room and threw her thin coat on a chair. "I'm sorry to barge in here at this time," she said. "I really had to get out of there and I had no other place to go."
"It's okay," I said. "You're always welcome here."
"Thanks," she said softly. She looked more agitated than sad, I noticed.
"Wine?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
I quickly poured her a glass and put it on the coffee table. I sat down on the couch, but Patty remained standing.
"I'm so sick of Ben being a little kid, Conrad," she said. "He's just too young for me." She sighed.
I just smiled at her. She probably needed to vent, so I didn't say anything and just let her talk whenever she wanted.
"When I came home he was playing his games. The place was a mess, there were empty chips bags and glasses everywhere. He hadn't even showered yet. He had made no dinner arrangements whatsoever, so it was up to me again to take care of it. Again."
She was pacing up and down through the living room, clearly agitated.
"I really didn't want to start a fight, but I did tell him he needs to grow up and that he needs to contribute. He needs to get a real job, help around the house, learn to cook. And he said he would, but he always says that! And he never does!"
She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down so she could continue her story of what happened.
"And then, after we had dinner, that I cooked, *again*, he just started touching me up and be all pushy with his boner and all and I just lost it. Does he really think I'm going to please him and let him have his way with me if he doesn't take care of me?!? I got so angry, I just wanted to grab his balls and bring him to his knees with them. I really wanted to hurt that pushy cock of his. I didn't do it of course, but I really wanted to. I pushed him away and made very clear that he can't expect me to pleasure him if he doesn't contribute.
And then he just turned it all around, blaming me, can you believe that?! He said that if I left to play with you all the time he had no choice but to play games to kill the time! Then I said that if he doesn't grow up and start contributing, I was going to do whatever I wanted and he had no say in it whatsoever. Then he insinuated me being in love with you, which is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, and then he actually accused me of cheating on him!! Can you believe that?!?"
She was fuming. Of course I totally understood that her playing with me must have been hard on Ben, especially since he was just 19 and this was his first serious relationship, but this sure wasn't the right time to bring that up so I didn't say anything.
Patty took a deep breath and she calmed down a little. She let herself drop to the couch, leaned back, closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead.
"I just can't do this anymore Conrad. We can't talk about our relationship and he doesn't seem to understand that he needs to grow up. It's my house, I pay the bills, I work all week and he just thinks everything he needs just drops in his lap while he's gaming. All he wants to do is play video games and fuck. That's it. Just to play games and put his cock in me twice a day, nothing more. And I'm sick and tired of it."
She took her wine and downed half the glass. Then she looked at me. I could see defeat in her eyes and then I knew Ben and her were permanently done. She had already made up her mind. And I honestly thought it would be for the best.
"So, what are you going to do?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said. "He's a good kid and he means well." She took a deep breath. "I think I have to break up with him, but I don't want to. I really wanted it to work for once. He's my fifth boyfriend in six years. When we got together I thought: he's young, cute and a virgin, I can mold him, I can teach him to be the boyfriend I really need. But of course I was wrong."
She quickly downed the other half of her wine and then she stared at the floor for a second.
"So yes, I'm going to have to break up with him," she said softly, more to herself than to me. Then she looked at me and I saw tears well up in her eyes.
"Come here," I said, reaching out my arm. She nestled herself against my chest and put her head on my shoulder so I could hold her for a little while.
"Can I stay here tonight?" she asked softly after a few minutes. "I really don't want to go back home and break up with him at this time of night."
"Sure," I said and kissed her hair. "You can have my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
She remained silent for a few seconds and then she softly said: "Thanks sweetie."
We stayed up really late that night. Patty drank quite a bit of wine and I had a beer or two. I let her do most of the talking and she talked mostly about her exes, about their relationships, their fights and her grievance of men always wanting to have sex.
And as I listened to her, my love for her grew and grew. And I'll try to explain why.
You see, over the years, during all the long conversations we've had, it had become very clear to me that Patty really thought that all men just wanted to have sex. Of course a lot of women think this, and it is often true unfortunately, but to Patty it was way more serious that he usual game of predator and prey that often exists between men and women. To her, she was prey, surrounded by millions of dangerous men that just wanted to fuck her, use and abuse her and then discard her. And she was not putting up with it. She was never going to let that happen. She was not going to be a victim of the male urges. She was taking control.
In the talks we've had about her boyfriends, I often noticed she used sex as a tool, or as a weapon maybe. If her boyfriend behaved the way she wanted him to behave she let him have sex with her, and if not she denied him. And if he kept pushing, she would hate him. Although I knew she enjoyed sex, to her it seemed to be a leash she could use to control a man. It was exactly this part of Patty that always made me think she would make a good Domme. This was why I showed her my chastity cage on that memorable day on which our friendship started to evolve. I knew she'd love that. She was trying to control men by their cocks long before she knew about the existence of chastity cages.
With Ben she had always been really soft compared to her previous boyfriends. But during this night, I realized she felt as if she had failed to control him by using sex as a reward system, and that hurt more than losing Ben. That really scared her, although she would never admit it.
So, during that night, my love for her grew and grew as she was talking about the men in her life. I saw the scared little girl, hidden deep down inside her, and I felt genuine love for that girl. I saw the young woman that felt lonely because her relationships were failing all the time and I felt compassion for that young woman. I saw the woman that was hopelessly disappointed in men and I comforted her.
And most importantly, I saw the conflicted, confused woman in her that used sex as a weapon, because to her, men's cocks where weapons, not tools of love. And I felt really sorry for her. I felt sorry for her fears, for her loneliness and frustration. What she usually did wasn't pretty maybe, but I understood she couldn't help herself and I respected her need for control. So I felt love and respect for that scared, hurting woman, for whom it was really hard to allow herself to be genuinely loved by a man.
I just loved her. I would gladly let her lock my cock and guard the keys, not just because I thought it was hot, which I did, but because, during this night, I had come to understand she needed me to lock it away so she could feel safe and at ease. She needed my submission, not to control me, but to be able to let go of all the fear and simply feel safe. And I gladly did that for her. Because, during this night, I could clearly see her for who she really was.
So, as she talked, I just listened to her. And I loved her.
"I'll have to use your toothbrush," Patty said when she got ready for bed very late that night. "I didn't bring anything. And do you have pj's or something I could wear?"
"That's alright," I said. "And no, I don't have pj's. You could wear one of my sweatpants?"
"Nah, it's too warm for those," she said.
As she used my toothbrush to brush her teeth, I made my bedroom ready for her by turning on some lights and closing the curtains. Then I put a pillow and a thin blanket on the couch for myself. I guessed I would be wearing sweatpants tonight.
Patty went into my bedroom saying: "Night sweetie." Then she closed the door.
I got as comfortable as I could on the couch. I'd slept on it before, but since it's a bit too short for my body it usually wasn't a good night sleep. But I didn't mind, I would gladly suffer a night on the couch so she could have some privacy. I was just happy she was safe in my bed.
It couldn't sleep though. I was laying there, tossing and turning. I couldn't find a comfortable position to lay in and it was just a little bit to warm.
After about an hour of laying awake, I heard Patty come out of the bedroom.
"Are you sleeping?" she whispered very softly from the entrance to the living room.
"No," I said.
"I'm lonely," she said. "Would you mind sleeping in the bed with me? No pervy stuff, just lie with me?"
"Sure," I said, glad to be able to get off the couch and the opportunity to be with her.
When I got up and walked towards her, I saw her standing in the dark doorway, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and probably panties beneath it. The homey look made her look very sexy to me.
When I was about to get into the bed, she said: "Strip first, I don't want you to sweat all night with those thick clothes on."
