1
A FATED MEETING
The Jaguar pulled up in a jeep. It's too much. Convenience Store Flirt. She bought some rolling papers. Outside, she was smoking with some people talking about scratch tickets. He offers a light and smokes himself. He ask for a drag from the joint. She laughs. They get to talking as often happens. They exchange compliments about their bodies and touch hands. She puts her old wrinkled hand on his face. He turns his head to kiss it and her heart skips a beat. The jaguar is older than she looks. She has short hair and loves shots. He hangs out with her. They hang out a second time, too. This time a real date. Not by accident. She seems really strong and confident. They start hanging out together everyday. She got a little bit cross finally. She had the front up as long as she could. But once he seemed to realized that she knew a lot more than he did, she could let her bad side out. He fell in line with slight prodding so fast it made her laugh. First at a bar with some friends. His friends are a little dumbfounded as to why he would be with a real jaguar like that. She looks like she could almost be his grandmother. She is really thin and too classy. Later at her house they spend time watching a football game. It is fun doing drugs with her.
2
MODERNIST MAZE
It was an established pattern. A contest was held with a considerable cash prize. Poetry dedicated to a powerful old matron figure was judged. It was left open as to the relation of the object of the poem and the poet. Some wrote of dedication, virtues and others wrote of love both emotional and physical. An invitation was sent out to the lucky winner. It stated that he must drive to a certain address in an affluent part of town. The direction lead him to the open front doors of an old Edwardian home. It is well lit and he peeks into an extravagantly furnished house. Large rooms lead to smaller rooms. The doors close behind him. There are all sort of treasures and cushions in the eastern tradition. Golden scimitars hang in a row. The last door is very small. He goes through and there, luxuriously spread out, is a completely naked old woman in the middle of cushions and silks. To her, this is like a date night with some intelligent great looking guy who is young enough to be her grandson. She got a rush from watching how different boys react to this. She seduces them with scents and smiles. She coaxes them into sex with caresses and light kisses. As a last resort she can withhold the prize money until she has her way with them. She knows many of them will always desire someone like her from that day on. Each golden scimitar is one of her successes. They are with other woman but they still remember and dream about that special night.
3
LIBER SAGRADA
These are the rules she said flatly: Exercise the penis. Get hard. Make him do that jerk about ten times. Edge. Do not cum. Remember I am watching. My eyes are twinkling. Make it sexy! This is to get you horny and fit. So that you do not get scared when approached by woman. You need to always give them that look in the eye. Do not smile too much. So you do not get scared when they give you a chance and open the door a little. Think of cunnilingus when getting hard for the daily exercises. Your toys are like a chain, plug, collar, gag, ring, ropes, cod, and clamps. Stretch and exercise normally, too. Wear tight jeans with a tight belt always with the ring on. A tee-shirt you need to constantly pull down to cover your over extended bulge. Do the nips with clamps, too. The twelves body positions. Remember, when you make her happy, you do it because it is your job because you are a whore. The foot has twelve steps to massage it. The back and other places. Learn to massage women. Sundays you can cum but you have to be plugged and you have to eat it immediately. Daily clean. The house. Yourself. Inside and outside which means meditate on submission. Teeth are floss, scrape and brush. Shave and shower. Ice cube.
4
STRANGE GIFT
My mother travels the world with her latest fling. This is normal for her. One day, she visits me with her doctor friend. She gives me a gift from Mexico City. It was an Inca idol of some sort. She seemed a little embarrassed at the time. I had thought it was on account of the thing looking so cheap. I forgot about it for a little while. Later, I dug it up and read the back page for it was still in it's original packaging. I was shocked to read it was a cod piece from ancient times! I wondered if my mother did what she did knowingly or by accident. Later on, I started wearing it. We had always had a funny relationship with her and the cod piece present she gave to me really showed that. A few years later, she was in town again. We went out to a nice restaurant and had a few drinks. The whole night I had on her special gift. It keeps me hard down there and she kept stealing glances at my crotch area. I purposefully wore only a short shirt that night and I remember I kept pulling it down from embarrassment but it was still exciting.
5
HARD TIMES
There were no opportunities. They lived together for a long time and loved each other passionately in a romantic and kinky and sexually satisfying way. But times were not very good. They ate and drank together. In a spacious park there were many conversations when she was away. The others must have gotten to her. Other women would get a wonderful excitement from walking across a bridge arm-in-arm. She didn't mind watching. It was sweet. Sooner or later a rich widow offered a sum for a dinner date. But she somehow managed to circumvent her date with the proposal. His long time love was excited about his upcoming night out. They made jokes and make fun of their patron a little. She gave him some tips on how to treat an elderly matron who is being seen in public with a younger friend. Not like a suave toyboy but a worshiper of a goddess of some devotion or other. Now there would be no awkwardness in rubbing her feet even in public or enthusiastically listening to the high teacher on all manner of her discourse.
6
PLAY TIME FOR PETS
Her roommate was a kind of weak willed personality. She got to know her and realized she enjoyed beating the older woman from time to time during an argument or drunken rage. Her slave became withdrawn and never put up a fight anymore knowing things would be worse otherwise. Neither had anywhere else to go. Over time the large mistress completely transformed her friend into a submissive lesbian. The old woman was completely broken to the point that the mistress could and did anything with her pathetic toy. She was kept locked in a coffin sized box always completely naked and cold until the mistress wanted to play with it or had chores for it. The mistress now made her rounds through skid row places getting to know and helping the unfortunate residents with blankets and a little money sometimes. Soon she found a boy who was very glad to have someone listen to him. Her told her his life story. He was a run away. Once she realized no one would come looking for him, she kidnapped him right off the street. She broke and trained him just like her first victim. The boy made several escape attempts but she always found him. After all, the place was in the middle of nowhere. He was punished for these attempts with a strict bit and bridle lifestyle along side the other one. Time passed. She has had her pathetic family for several years now. They usually live in adjacent boxes in the garage very naked, or if they have been very good, still naked but a little less cold on the old rug beside at the foot of her bed. She just loves having her two slaves play under the guise of beatings from one of several of her named weapons. Sometimes they dressed and undressing each other. Sometimes talking to each other. Sometimes watching each other bring themselves close to orgasm. Sometimes having them touch each other for the same purpose. She loves having them give each other naked massages. That is such sweet torture! And deep kisses afterward. But no touching. Puts them away like dolls later back into their boxes. Forced orgasms seem to be the ultimate surrender.