The FLR Introduction Club (part 1 of 3)
Allison Tuck's home was located on the edge of the suburbs, in a woodsy area, its backyard hidden behind a row of slender trees -- their drooping branches creating a canopy of absolute privacy. Extensive interlaced brickwork led from the sliding glass door of her dining room to the far corners of the back yard, only broken up by enormous potted plants, and more prominently, a grand elliptical pool of sparkling water.
Set in an affluent coastal community of Southern California, and confidently projecting the allure of a posh lifestyle -- a magical place, Allison's backyard became the perfect backdrop for discrete encounters as well as for picturesque photoshoots.
"What do you want to do with the boy?"
It was a question that every woman in the club repeatedly asked herself - concurrent with fantasies of a succession of smooth boys paraded before her, attired in nothing more than a flimsy towel on a windy day.
Good-looking lads eager to please older women.
Today, however, the first of several boys arrived for the follow-up interview, anxious but not dissuaded. First greeted at the door by Victoria, one by one, Allison summoned them forward.
"Boys as cute as you are always welcome to swim in my pool," Allison often said. "Just leave your clothing neatly folded in a pile on the dining room table" she added, with a mischievous smile and a flirty wink. Her unbroken eye contact was as powerful as any aphrodisiac, immediately giving inexperienced boys an embarrassing twitch.
Allison knew that boys would readily strip for her, at her mere asking, and this never failed to leave her a little giddy, and a tad 'tickled' -- as she obliquely referenced it. It amused her how meticulous boys were to neatly fold their clothing when told to do so, reminding her of the power she possessed over them, and that all women possess.
"With the right training, boys can be so compliant, so submissive," she thought. "Just the way that the women in the club want them." The trick was to acquaint boys with being naked in front of clothed women, and for women to expect this unquestioned response from the boys, when they are asked.
And of course, to control the penis.
Two afternoons each week, a line-up of late-teen and early twenties boys were scheduled for a playful naked romp in the refreshing water of Allison's backyard pool, thirty minutes each -- the third step of their three-part qualifying interview.
"The two qualities that accomplished women tell me they look for when choosing a young man, are his 'energy' and 'confidence,' so look alive out there."
Throughout the day, Victoria snapped several dozen photos of each boy in pre-determined poses and against various backgrounds, using professional lighting equipment, screens, and filters. Several photos were frontal shots, but only when the boy's irrepressible member was hidden under the water's surface or otherwise obscured.
Those enormous potted plants were there for a reason. And strategically placed.
Sometimes, however, there was a 'loose puppy,' as she would say, that made it into the shot but always left Victoria unphased. Mustn't show that one to the lady club members. Photos had to be tasteful.
The boys were young -- just the way that the women in the club wanted them. They had to have perfect boy-bodies, lean and muscular, and with tight asses.
"I want more, young man. Give me more."
Allison and Victoria were joined by two others -- Marjorie and Deborah, who also beckoned the boys to exude 'energy' and 'confidence' as they splashed naked through the crystalline water of the backyard pool, ostensibly for the lascivious pleasure of the ogling women. The ladies were all in their forties or early fifties, quite attractive, provocatively dressed but not vulgar or garish.
Taunts of "hey cutie," and similar affirmative jeers were cast the boys' way. At the outset the boys were instructed to only speak when spoken to. "The ladies in our club are looking for young men who are comfortable in a submissive role -- so let's acquaint you with some of what you should expect in these relationships."
Of the four women, Allison was by far the most flirtatious. She routinely approached the pool's edge to stoop down and shower the boys with kisses. It was apparent that Allison loved kissing boys, kisses she eagerly placed on their foreheads, on their shoulders, and occasionally on their lips.
She never spoke to a boy without simultaneously petting him. "My hands just have a mind of their own," she would confess to one boy after another, who in her presence became as docile as mannequins.
With very little effort she could make any one of them 'do the dance.'
Allison and the other ladies ran the FLR Introduction Club -- a dating group that matched good-looking docile young men with mature women. Both groups first contacted the club through social media ads, from which the four ladies began their peculiar, scripted vetting process of the boys to determine which of the male applicants were appropriate for the 'accomplished women' -- many of whom only reluctantly subscribed to the private club.
Female applicants were to be at least forty years of age, pass the initial screening process, which included a hefty fee and promises of limitless control over the 'staying power' of the young male libido. "All night long" was a common phrase thrown about.
"It's common for women your age to prefer younger men; your membership is quite discrete."
The males, on the other hand, were to be between eighteen and twenty-two, and extraordinarily good-looking. The boys were tasked to send several recent photos of themselves and were given an online test. Those who passed the initial vetting met one-on-one -- usually at a coffee shop, to review their responses. More often than not, this responsibility fell to Victoria.
The ladies in this group are seeking Female Led Relationships with younger men. To best match you with specific ladies -- as each has her own criteria, we had you take a comprehensive test regarding discipline, body acceptance, and chastity.
