Ukiah thought of himself as a fairly tough customer, but the chastity belt was starting to turn him into jelly. Scarlett was worth it, but barely.
He knocked on her door and she opened it, smiling slightly. God, look at all that curly hair.
Ukiah remembered the first time he'd seen Scarlett, and she'd wandered to the door, greeting him in bra and panties, and of course it was an instant sale.
In the eight months since their first (expensive) visit, Ukiah had learned much about Scarlett, her pale skin, the heaving breasts, and such a lively sense of humor!
But now, he focused on the present.
"C'mon in, cowboy." Scarlett giggled. Ukiah ran the Buttermilk Falls Country-Western Wear Shoppe. He also sold saddles to rich girls since the horseback riding stables were within a mile.
Ukiah probably wouldn't have made a living at this, to say nothing of affording Scarlett's services, but he'd inherited a chain of frozen food warehouses...
So he could strut around, considering himself another John Wayne. Sometimes Scarlett would read about a speech Ukiah had given to the Buttermilk Falls Chamber of Commerce where he'd talk about how the poor needed to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps...
It was no wonder Ukiah was considering a run for Town Alderman...
Whenever Scarlett, a former welfare brat thought of this, she wanted to beat Ukiah all the harder.
Back when Scarlett had been Jessamine Dunleavy, a very poor child, her mom had to hide the telephone they owned in the closet when the relief worker visited, so it didn't seem like they were living beyond their means.
Mom had gone out every day, her oxygen tank attached to her back, and cleaned houses for money under the table, so her benefits wouldn't stop, and we know what Ukiah would have thought of that.
So, perhaps Scarlett was a little tough on him, but it was true catharsis.
"Take off your stuff. I'm surprised you don't wear chaps, babe. Jesus, look at the Stetson ten-gallon hat."
She always made fun of Ukiah. It was true, Buttermilk Falls was nowhere near the Southwest, but Scarlett was always teasing Ukiah, and on their second appointment she'd made him watch that weird movie, "Midnight Cowboy."
It was about an idiot from Texas who thought if he went to New York, there would be sex-starved women looking for a "real man" in cowboy regalia...but of course the idiot's only customers were fat Jewish boys.
As Ukiah was essentially, a fat Jewish boy himself, this could prove confusing.
Scarlett watched as Ukiah undressed. She was wearing a snug rubber dress. It really wasn't appropriate outside the session, but since Ukiah's wasn't really either, who thought about the Lone Ranger anymore...
She figured she could wear whatever she wanted, right?
Ukiah put his hands behind his back without having to be asked (this had taken a good deal of trust on the first few sessions) and Scarlett, smiling, went to the back and cuffed him.
"I've had a helluva week, Scarlett. I'm really sure the belt is too um, you know..."
"Snug?" Scarlett giggled, and Ukiah watched hungrily as her boobs bounced.
"Do you think maybe I could cum this week?"
"But you got your prostate massaged, didn't you? T-Bone said you did."
"Y-yes. But it's not really the same." Ukiah stared at Scarlett's boobs.
Scarlett snickered. Under her dress, she taped her boobs together to accentuate her cleavage, though she always acted slightly offended that Ukiah "objectified" her.
She'd be worried if he didn't! Scarlett seemed to have gained five pounds this month that she couldn't get rid of, and feared looking pudgy.
But Ukiah seemed not to be critical. Could he bulge out his eyes any further?
It reminded Scarlett of the cartoons where the guy's eyes sprang out of his head by actual springs when he saw a hot woman...
Of course that was an ancient Looney Tunes thing; Ukiah wouldn't remember it.
Scarlett was twenty-eight years older than her submissive, but it didn't seem to matter.
Sometimes when she whipped him with her glorious swivel handled nylon snake whip, a gift from an Australian slave-boy...
Ukiah would scream out "Mommy" although from what he'd told her, his parents had never laid a hand on him...
Even when he'd insisted on wearing a hideous all white "western formal" suit with black Bat Masterson bolo tie to his Bar Mitzvah, apparently.
Smiling, Scarlett pulled her rubber dress over her head, and now was in her bikini underwear.
