Chapter 13: Shush
While still at college I learned man is a product of nature meant to provide diversification to the species, ensuring survival in cases of otherwise mass extinction, and little else outside of killing and destroying. Men, if left to themselves, inevitably sink to the lowest level, becoming a terrible unchecked weed choking the life out of other species, driving everything around them into extinction with what they consider grandiose creations, though man has never created anything other than psychic-Babylons, allowing their frail little egos access to fabled powers beyond that of God or sanity. In reality man's frail ego-driven mind can't do much more than tear down all around it. Tonight Pierre brought me to visit Timothy, my ex, for my monthly stipend and his romp in the sack with me.
Unlike how Timothy was when married, he's now a subdued ogre around me, tame as a kitten. He no longer presents himself as a macho man toward me, the jerk I'd tolerated through a year of marriage. He now throws his manliness down on his girlfriends. This month's flavor is Suzy. As with all his 'broads', this dumb bastard finds it important to use her as a way of impressing me, in the only way he knows how.
Suzy was like all those after me. She's everything I was not, am not, and never will be. To begin with she was blonde, wore too much make-up, and foolish enough to be obedient and not interfere with his Neanderthal simplemindedness. At six foot three inches tall, two hundred sixty-nine pounds, he easily dominated this bosomy little thing, as much for my benefit as for his ego. Like a tomcat fresh from the alley bringing a mouse home to impress me, he controlled this frail ninety pound, four foot nine inch tall creature like you would expect an armed gladiator to treat a naked slave. I wouldn't be here now if it weren't for the money, and for what I hate to admit, the fact I have one very weak, very small but perverted streak running through me that he knew about, and liked tickling.
Suzy was a delicate flower who had trouble walking in her five inch pumps, much to our amusement. She had long thin well-turned legs that continued trembling as she worked. Except for pink pumps, she wore a tiny pink apron that couldn't conceal her large breasts from rolling out from side to side as she served. She also wore a frilly maid's tiara. She wore her hair in a bob framing her painted face with its pouty pink lips, her green eyes ever lowered in front of me. She also sported a pink collar. I couldn't help but allow my perversion to play along, by touching and caressing her in rather rude ways, while degrading her verbally.
I found their relationship amusing but the food quite excellent. Here I was once more sitting before my beer swizzling jerk of an ex, eating a well-prepared meal served by a sexy maid. When Suzy set the shrimp cocktails down before us, I realized Timothy's blind mother was still in the kitchen, but had probably retired for the evening as she does before I arrive for my once a month romp. Most wives may have found a live-in mother-in-law impossible, but things would have been worse without her. Timothy hated when I convinced his mother to stay topless one day.
Timothy and I sat on either end of a short dining room table, me dining, Timothy eating, Suzy serving. It was a rather tedious and yet exciting time all at once. As usual I enjoyed the food. It began with the shrimp, followed by broiled African lobster tail with drawn butter, and spinach on the side, his mother's favorite dish. Suzy served us rather strong margaritas and the he-man Timothy was getting drunk while I teased him by insulting and deriding openly his newest cutie. I considered how much fun it would be for me to find a Suzy for my joeie, once I caged his cock. The more I drank the ruder I got, the happier Timothy got, and the closer to a climax Suzy got. It's always these small things that help him to write the check. By the time Suzy served the Baba au Rhum, Timothy was ready for bed, and the coffee was left to go cold.
I like being fucked by a dumb rough man who can't do anything else, especially with his girlfriend forced to watch. It does a real woman good to be fucked good, especially when she has a boy like joeie. As a well-rounded female, I've balanced the ignorant lout with a down home obedient soft mommy's boy. I've come to enjoy being abused sexually more than ever before, now that I have my joeie.
I've had my joeie under my thumb for seven months now. Seven months ago I began training him as my pussieboy and since then he's come to enjoy the taste of sperm more and more. I enticed him with the promise of soon experiencing sexual intercourse. Then, six months ago I allowed my joeie to experience sexual intercourse for the first time. Well, it was sexual intercourse as far as my joeie was concerned.
I had him marry my left hand, whom I bring along with me when I visit to have my body drained, bathed, and fed. I've even had little nighties made for my hand to wear while my joeie fucks her. My joeie is blinkered by his fetish, and doesn't know any better.
