Monday: How Much Sex Can One Man Have? The Woman on a Leash
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You cannot believe the looks you get walking around with a woman wearing a silver collar holding her leash. We may live in an open minded society here in the US but it just isn't something you see everyday. It just isn't the usual way of being in society...yet. Not that it ever will be but until you have experienced the stares and the double takes and the muttering and envy and horror and anger and lust that it inspires, you cannot imagine what it is like.
I took Holly to class with me Monday morning. The poor woman was crazed, having seen Georgia get a little, well, a lot, the day before, she wanted hers. Her melt down put that a ways off and I was clear with her, that if she was going to be handed off to Gary Romelingame, she had to learn to heel and to fit neatly inside the envelope that enveloped Laura Wills so neatly.
My phone alarm woke me up at five. I felt drunk but I'd said I'd take Charm to her seven A.M. flight and I stuck to it. I got out of bed and padded towards my room. I was a little surprised to awake alone but was unperturbed by that. The light was on in my room and when I opened the door, I found Holly fixing her collar around her neck. I watched her click it into place. She turned and looked at me. She smiled brightly but when I did not respond, her expression dimmed, like the batteries were failing.
"Good morning?" She said, the question clear in her tone.
"You're up." I said, moving into the room and starting to dress. I moved around her and she stood still, not moving.
"I'm sorry, Sonny." She said finally.
"You don't have to be here if you don't want to be." I said. "I told you, you'd end up face down in a pussy if you came over yesterday."
She made a face, that expression that said, "Yes, but..." without any completion to the thought. Objection could exist without replacing it with a preference, it was that expression.
"I know. I just wanted cock. I felt left out and after spending all day being her plaything, I was uncomfortable. I was horny. I wanted..."
"You wanted." I repeated, sitting to put on shoes. The day was still far from arriving, still dark outside. "That's the problem. My job is to get you what you want and what you want is to be on a leash for Gary, right?"
She nodded, almost sheepish.
"The problem is what you want isn't important. Mrs. Wills doesn't think about what she wants, she spends all her attention and focus trying to predict what we want, what I want. With her, I demand that she do what I want as the first important way I give her what she needs. She focuses on my lust. I, in turn, can focus entirely on using her in ways that will give her things she will enjoy but may not know enough about to actually, consciously want."
"Like subliminal desires?"
I shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe she wants to be surprised by her own erotic satisfaction and she can't surprise herself, now can she. That might be my job, oh, and my delight. What I mean is this, to fit that collar, you need to quit worrying about what you want. I don't think about what I want from the women I own, I am too busy trying to figure out new and different ways to make them squirm."
"Squirm?"
"Yeah, squirm, as in being so horny she can't hold still. Like you were with cock yesterday. Did you think I had you over her just for shits and giggles? I wanted to test your tolerance for wanting and not getting."
She smiled wanly, almost apologetically.
"I didn't do very good, did I?"
"Very well and no, not so much. See, I think that desire is a sensation to be savored and appreciated all by itself. If you immediately satisfy it, you destroy desire and I want to teach you to savor desire and not pout when you don't get what you want. That allows you to enjoy desire without tumbling down into the pit of despair when your expectations go unmet. Desire, pure desire without any satisfaction or even any promise of satisfaction is unbelievably exciting. It energizes but only if you treat it as a thing itself, not as the first note of a whole song. That, I think that is Laura's gift or secret, she is totally willing to take what gets handed to her."
"I can't do that, I don't think." Holly mumbled. "I am too full of lust all the time. I imagine hands on me and then poof, off comes the hose and I am eye to eye with my own toes."
"Toes don't have eyes."
"Shut up."
"See? You can't say that and fit a collar. Shut up isn't part of what Laura can say, its what she can do. All of that noise, she coddles deep inside and when I can finally figure out some specific thing that floats her boat, or drowns the little man in her boat, then she comes like a house afire."
Holly tapped her chin. That hand held the chain looped to her collar and it wavered, catching the dull light in the room.
"Maybe I get that. All that desire, unrequited lust and unsatisfied passion is like a long, extended tease. She goes for days and days and it is all foreplay."
I squinted at her.
"Yeah, that's it. So when she does finally climax...."
"...it blows the top off her head." Holly finished for me. She nodded. "I think I get it."
"Then that's the end of it. Let's go."
"Sonny, wait."
I turned to look at her. She seemed smaller, though her boobs were still right there, demanding attention. I had a surge of sexual energy and felt that flush of satisfaction when you realize you aren't dead and still haven't exhausted your potential. Life wasn't downhill for me yet. Holly looked so forlorn, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her hard. I delighted in the plush pressure of her bra-covered breasts.
"We'll figure it out." I said.
"What if I can't? What if I'll never be able to keep my goddamn mouth shut?"
I chuckled, pushing her away.
"Who wants your mouth closed? I am pretty sure that isn't in the cards for you, my dear. Unless by closed, you mean empty. I think having your mouth full has a lot of potential."
She smiled bleakly at me.
"You know what I mean."
"Are you sure you don't need to go to work or something?" I ignored her concern, but did not dismiss it. I had a feeling this wasn't the last time I'd be presented with fitting a woman into a collar when it didn't fit her as it did Laura Wills. All that glitters is not gold.
Holly shook her head, the set of her jaw showed her stubbornness. It wasn't directed at me, it was a resolve to be different, to be other than how she was. I knew that and I had doubts about her ability to subsume that aspect of her personality to a man but she wanted to try and I figured it'd be interesting to let her. Besides, Morrison needed to trade something to me for Lydia, so whatever happened, I was getting something. I grunted. So was Chris. Once Lydia opened her doors, I figured she'd need a collar to keep her from attaching herself to any man that asked.
I trailed my hand down the chain draped over the blue swell of Holly's chest, being sure to press against them with the back of my hand. She sighed as I took the chain in hand.
"Its time to go. Let's see if Charm is up."
She was. The girls were downstairs in robes and slippers. They hugged her and we got into the car and headed for the airport. The sendoff was surprisingly subdued, almost like everyone was still asleep. I suppose there was that aftermath of an orgy, like waking up with your best friend's wife naked beside you and trying to gage just what attitude matched the situation, when none is the right answer, the die was already cast. Charm was subdued as my sisters. She didn't kiss them on the mouth or anything but just pecked each on the cheek and followed me out to car, well, she followed Holly actually but Holly followed me so, yes, I guess Charm followed me to the car. Really, she found her own way to the car. I was in no way leading her.
For twenty minutes we rode in silence. Holly sat in the back, her face pointed out of the car, I could see in her the rear view mirror.
