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Sue Dexter—Chapter Three
Dangling her panties in front of his face, sopping wet with Robert's lustful saliva, Sue sternly asks her son, "Would you mind explaining what my panties were doing in your mouth?"
It was difficult to determine whether Robert's red face was more the result of the panties his mother held before him in her right hand, or the pains inflicted by her left hand's steady pulling of the stocking noose he had placed around his balls during his ritual of motherly love. Either way, he was in significant pain.
"I … I … don't know."
"Do you like to have my panties in your mouth?"
"I … I … don't know."
"Robert," Sue leaned closer to him, her robe falling further apart, "Do you understand what I'm asking you?"
"I … I … think so."
"Good, then repeat my question, out loud." Robert delayed. "Do it!"
"Do I like to have your panties in my mouth????" Robert started crying again. "I can't think."
"Robert, if hanging you by your pathetic little balls will help you think, I will do it." And with that she began to hoist him off his bed by her stocking.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!!! Arghggrrr!! Please stop, agrherr!"
She let him fall back on the bed.
"Well, Robert. Do you like to have my panties in your mouth?"
"Yes," Robert whispered his voice barely audible.
"Speak up, you pathetic little mouse."
"Yes, … yes, I do, mother," Robert said, his teary eyes lowered and head bowed in deep humiliation.
She leaned over and said very softly to him, "Robert, since you like to put my panties in your mouth, all you need to do is ask me for my permission. And if you've been good, very, very good, I let you put them in your mouth, very deep in your mouth. How would you like that?"
Robert looked at his mother, a bit shocked and confused, and nodded.
"Your dentures," she said. Robert reached up to his mouth and removed them. Sue Dexter glanced toward the wastepaper basket by his bed and moved her head in its direction. Robert sadly dropped his teeth into the basket and looked at his mother hopefully. "Open wide, sweetie. This is only the first of many things I will be inserting in your mouth. You're going to love it." And with that she kissed her panties and placed them deep in his mouth, making him gag and turn bright red.
"Robert, our relationship is going to change very fast in the next few days. We have to be able to trust each other. I want you to be very honest with me." She looked at him seriously, although she almost had to laugh to see him with her panties in his mouth and his balls still stretched by her grip on the stocking. "Robert, do you have any more of my clothing in your room? Think real hard, Robert." Her voice took a dangerous edge, and she yanked on the stocking so hard he yelped.
"Yes, yes, I … think … so."
"Show me."
"Mommy, may I please untie your stocking from my … my … balls?" said Robert with his voice drifting off.
"Speak up, Robert!"
"Mom, may I untie my balls?"
"I'll do it Robert, I don't want you ruining my stocking!" With that, she sat down on the edge of his bed, her bathrobe falling away from her tanned, smooth legs. She pulled him closer to her by her stocking, and then leaned over him, her face inches from his crotch, her bathrobe fully exposing her firm, full breasts. She worked her sharp fingernails and strong fingers into and around the tight little knot which bound her son's future ability to parent (not likely), his ability to mature in a masculine manner (not likely), and source of sexual tension and frustration (very likely). She was very deft and soon had rescued her jet-black stocking from the greedy grasp of his clutching testicles.
"Now, Robert, show me your hidden cache of Mommy's delicate clothing. Don't leave any out; none, Robert or I shall beat you 'til you scream! Do you understand? I won't have a little thief in my house. Now, show me."
Robert got up and staggered a bit as the pain from the blood rushing back to his balls hit him. Sue tried her best to keep from snickering, but a laugh burst from her lips. Robert walked around his room finding the little treasures he had buried, like a dogs with bones, and she praised him by patting him on the head or stroking his body, telling him what a good boy he was. After a few minutes he had a small pile of her intimate underthings on the foot of his bed.
"Robert, we are beginning a new relationship, one based on trust. I need you to make a promise to me, a promise never to masturbate again without my permission. Are you willing to do that? Robert nodded. "That's a good boy. Come, I'll give you a special reward."
Dr. Stacy Phillips sat at her large desk in her spacious offices of FemTech's Research Institute headquarters. Stacy, like so many officers and employees of FemTech was quite beautiful. It was apparent to anyone associated with FemTech that these women were achieving great strides in personal health, longevity, strength and, especially, sexual energy and stamina. Stacy Phillips was no exception. Age no longer seemed to be much of a factor for these women, and all of them were more than a bit intimidating to men. "Dr. Phillips, Dr. Michael Dolin from the Family and Society Mission is here to see you about the Pens."
"Ah, our friend from the FSM. Please show him right in, Betty."
"Yes, Ma'am."
This was Michael Dolin, MD's first visit to FemTech's research laboratories in Bay City. He had been quite outspoken in the press against FemTech's projects and products, particularly the wildly popular princks that more and more women were obtaining. But what brought him to FemTech today were the rumors of men captured or trained (?) or addicted in some way who were living their lives out in some form of captivity within the secretive walls of the FemTech corporate empire.
Mr. Dolin was selected as the primary field investigator for FSM, partially because of his reputation and experience as a research scientist for a major East Coast university, as well as for his abhorrence of the princk movement.
Well, well, Dr. Dolin, it's good to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you and your genetic research studies. We may have something in common."
"Let me be right out front with you, Dr. Phillips. I don't approve of what FemTech does, and I don't approve of the way it does them. Families, traditional families, have been doing quite well without this … this… perversion your company has been generating."
Dr. Phillips just smiled calmly. "Go on, Dr. Dolin."
"Families need to be governed and controlled by the men. Women should serve the interests of their husbands and their children. A woman's place is to give birth and serve her family, particularly her husband, of course, but also her sons. The man protects and provides and the lady knows her place. That's the natural way, the way the Lord intended, and that's the way it is in my family with my wife, two young sons and daughter. Believe me, my wife and daughter definitely know their limited, but very important roles in our family. What your company does is simply a sin against nature, and quite disgusting, as well."
"Dr. Dolin, I hope you're not saying that it's improper for a woman to make choices to improve her life as she sees fit. Haven't we gotten over that issue of male dominance yet?"
"Ms. Phillips, it certainly isn't an issue of male dominance, it's an issue of what's morally and naturally right and wrong. It is not morally right for a woman to play a man's role in a relationship, marriage or otherwise. It's not natural, not natural at all. Frankly, it sickens me!"
"Well, Dr. Dolin, it certainly is good of you to get your cards out on the table. Your reputation said that you would not be afraid to speak your mind, and you certainly have not held much back. However, I'm a bit concerned about something. You fervently complain about what FemTech does, and you want to find out more about FemTech and what we do, but it's not clear whether you've ever actually done any direct research into the subject about which you feel so passionate."
"I know all I need to know. Believe me, I've heard horror stories."
"But have you ever even seen what you're so upset about? A women's princk … a bit of living flesh at the juncture of her thighs."
"Please, Dr. Phillips, stop being lewd."
"Dr. Dolin, I think you're blushing a bit." She laughed.
"I want to know about the "Pens. Do you have sexual prisons for men?"
"I'll answer your questions, but first I want to know how you can justify calling yourself a research scientist with out having ANY direct knowledge of the subject you espouse upon? Come. Let's try to relax a bit, you seem a bit tense." Stacy Phillips got up from behind her desk and walked over to a set of comfortable chairs separated by a fashionable small coffee table. "Come, join me, I won't bite."
Before, Dr. Dolin actually felt a little protected by the large desk that separated them. He had to admit to himself that the dark haired Stacy Phillips was impressive in many ways … her wealth, degrees, and now he could see her impressive physical stature and beauty, and there seemed to be something else. He couldn't quite name it, but it was powerful and there just the same.
"Dr. Dolin, if you're truly interested in learning about the "Pens," as you call it, and the men who inhabit them, you might have a little professional curiosity about how they may have gotten there, or chose to go there, or were selected to go there, or begged to go there, or whose wives or female acquaintances petitioned us to take them there. We are carrying out research with men as subjects, but the use of human subjects is quite common. For college students, it's a regular way of earning extra money."
"This is different, Dr. Phillips. Your subjects, rumor has it, aren't free to leave!"
"And you, Dr. Dolin, are not much of a research scientist if you operate out of rumor, when the ability to do direct, hands-on research is right before you."
Stacy leaned back and purposely, gracefully, sat carefully erect, chest out. She could see his eyes dart about not wanting to look at her proud large chest and narrow waist; but he did, and she could see a bit of longing for her in his eyes. It was always the first step in the little experiment she would carry out right now.
"Dr. Dolin, would you like to see what this fuss is all about? I would be willing to do so, and answer your questions along the way."
"I … I ... don't think it would be proper, Dr. Phillips."
"This is an opportunity that most men don't ever get, Dr. Dolin, an opportunity to examine a princk, carefully, under good lighting, in a non-threatening atmosphere, with a friendly princkmistress. I'm not going to hurt you, Dr. Dolin, I'm going to educate and inform you. The real question is are you interested in the truth, or do you just talk a good game like the others? Are you a real research scientist like I am, or are just a scared little boy afraid to know the truth?"
Michael Dolin maintained an awkward silence and Dr. Phillips looked at him with sincere curiosity. She leaned back and amused herself by crossing and uncrossing her long, stockinged legs. For some time the only sounds in the room were their breathing and the sssusshing sound of her silk stocking rubbing against each other.
"Well, Dr. Dolin, I think," and she started to get up, "you're just wasting my time. Good day."
"Uh. Uh. Wait, uh … please. This is so unusual. I mean, this is not how I do most of my research."
"No, Dr. Dolin, this is not a sterile lab, it's real life. It's field research; it's the way FemTech made most of its progress. We didn't run away from opportunities, we seized them. What about you? Are you ready to learn about your 'enemy?' You must know your enemy if you want to defeat her. But, … of course, if you're too afraid, we'll just call it a day."
"No, no … please sit down. I think I would like to find out more. You're being honest with me. I mean about being the enemy. It's true. I do feel that way. I mean you're right. Oh, I'm not sure what to do."
"Do what all real research scientists do, leap at the chance to study what you want to know more about." She paused. ... "I don't have all day; shall we get started?"
Michael Dolin took a deep breath and said, "Yes."
"Now Dr. Dolin, any time you want to leave, please just say so, and I'll stop. Do you understand?"
Michael Dolin nodded his head.
"Okay, first let me lift up my skirt so that you can get a look at what all this commotion is about. In a very casual manner Stacy shifted her chair closer to the coffee table, scooched to the edge of her seat and lifted the front flap of her skirt.
Just at that time, Betty came in and asked if she could get them any refreshments. Dr. Dolin was mortified, but Stacy simply asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee, spring water, tea, or any thing else. "Please Dr. Dolin, don' be so nervous, this is not about sex, it's about science, and FemTech is a scientific research center. All of us here are your colleagues, even if you don't count us among your friends."
Betty left and came back with a cool drink for Dr. Phillips. Stacy then lifted her skirt flap again and, with her left hand, lifted her beautiful princk and placed it heavily on the coffee table between them. Betty, as she was leaving the room, looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at Dr. Dolin's reaction. She thought for a second that he was going to get up and run.
"Are you all right?!" Dr. Philips asked.
"It's so la … la … large," he stammered.
"Well, yes. It's a princk."
"Look at it close up, it won't bite you."
He leaned closer, as if examining a rattlesnake that had escaped its cage.
"Would you like to know about this … thing I have hanging so sweetly between my legs? Please, don't be so nervous. You know, it's connected to my pelvis and it's not going any where without me," she laughed. Somehow, that reassured him a bit.
End of Chapter Three — Sue Dexter
ã 2003 MystyMason
Any comments welcomed. Contact Mysty at mystymason172@hotmail.com
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