Feminist Fable

Feminist Fable

     The fern fronds wave like fleur de lis outside the glass door. I lift the steaming coffee cup to my moistened lips. I feel the tears trickle like thawing ice water down my cheeks. I’m not sure if they are from sorrow or the onions I just peeled.
     My friend Carol knocks on the door. I feel my heart thump so fast I feel like I am having a heart attack. I get up and let her in. She looks at me and brushes the tears from my face.  She implores me, “What’s got you in such a funk girl?”
     I reply, “Oh I’m not really down. It is Don and my anniversary. He seems to have forgotten.”
     Carol says, “He needs to be reminded. There is so excuse for such forgetfulness.” A torrent of words spills forth. I tell her how he cheated on me years ago; and how he pressured me into anal sex. “It hurts so bad that he can’t even remember the happiest day of my life when we tied the knot.”
     I tell my friend that my emotions lay withered and tattered. I am emptied of life force. All this I tell her.
     Carol embraces me with such force I feel her energy flow into me. Carol says, “You know sometimes the woman needs to take charge. I know what it says in the Bible about men being the leaders. But God he needs a wake up call.”
     I nod affirmatively. I say, “If you hadn’t suggested it I would have. Between the two of us we can put him in his place. Lead and I will follow my dearest friend.”
     Don walks in several minutes later. Carol and I sit on the couch embracing. I smile and say, “Don you know those games we play in bed. Well Carol would like to join in. Wouldn’t you Carol?”
     Carol says, “Oh yes!!”
     Don has a smile on his face like a little boy who’s gotten a BB gun for Christmas. I take his hand and Carol takes his other arm. We walk him into the bedroom. Carol says, “Now you just do as you’re told. We’ll take good care of you.”
     Carol undoes Don’s belt and unzips his pants. I pull down his briefs. I pull his shirt off. Then I get out the handcuffs. I say, “You like using these don’t you Don?”
     Don looks like he is in seventh heaven. He lies down spread eagled, while Carol and I secure him to the bed. Then Carol laughs.
     I say, “You look good all tied up. It fits you. You’re much better at being a slave than a business executive.”
     Carol says, “Don we have a special surprise for you big boy.”
     His eyes sparkle. “What’s the surprise?”
     She says, “Oh you’ll find out soon enough.”
     Don pleads, “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll be very obedient. You won’t get any trouble from me.”
     Carol lays down the plan for him. “Now isn’t that sweet. Oh honey we’re going to hurt you. But you won’t get any undo heat. You see your cock can stay hard for a long time. If it remains stiff too long it hurts. Now Susan, give him a Viagra and Cialis pill. Don’t worry Don the dosage won’t cause you permanent harm. But you will have a stiff dick for several hours.”
     Don implores us, “You really don’t have to do this. I can make it worth your while to stop. I have a lot of money. I can give both of you a generous sum.”
     Carol lashes out, “You can’t wiggle you’re way out of this you dirty man. You hurt my dearest friend Susan. She is a shadow of her former self. Susan, force the pills down his throat. There now. Much better. Look at his prick. It is all purple and proud. Let’s have fun with it. He’s ready. Now Susan I’ll let you do the honors. Wrap the hot wet towel around it. There we go. Let’s step out of the room and let him beg for relief when we return.” Carol and I walk out of the room and close the door. Don bucks on the bed to no avail. His cock is aching for release. The hot towel simply adds to his burgeoning arousal.
     Don yells, “Please come back in. I can’t stand it anymore. I need to get myself off. I won’t expect you to do it. You can watch me do it. You can take pictures!” We parade back in.
     Don really doesn’t look his confident self at this point. He begins squirming.
     He looks really uncomfortable at this point. She tightens his bindings till they are taut.
     Next come the nipple clamps. I tell him, “We’re going to tighten these a little more than usual honey is that ok?”
     He yells, “Oh I beg of you. Spare my nipples!” We tighten them till he is trying to break the
restraints. But those cold stainless steel leg clamps and handcuffs just won’t budge.
     Carol says, “Now Donny boy we’re going to give you something real fun. You see I’m going to jerk you off. The thing is as hard as you are, with those erection meds we gave you, it’s going to hurt. If you get really stiff it’s going to hurt worse. You see you have to control your penis. So far from what Susan told me you can’t control your prick. It gets you in all kinds of trouble.”
     I cup his balls and laugh. I roll his nuts like dice between my lady fingers. With my left hand I massage him below his family jewels and down his perineum. He squirms in the bed while his cock becomes ungovernably thick. The look on Don’s face is priceless. He gets harder and harder till he moans with pain.
     He begs, “Oh please. My dick is on fire. Have mercy on me.”
    I say, “Yea, Don. You’re a big boy. You can deal with some pain.”
     Carol and I join hands around his engorged prick. Our fingers intertwine around his obelisk. With feather soft fingers we ring his penis in butterfly touches till he screams. Carol says, “Did you come Don? Or do you need some more women’s touch? Oh my, you are hard as a rock. Your cock must hurt like the dickens.”
     Carol reaches under his buns and penetrates his anus with her fingers. She massages his prostrate roughly. He clenches his bottom cheeks in a futile attempt to ward off her trespass. She finger fucks him deeper and deeper. He sobs, “Oh Lord help me. I can’t take anymore!”
     Carol says, “But you haven’t come yet. Don’t you want to orgasm? No hand job is complete without a happy ending.”
      We ring around his rosy pillar with silky touches till I feel his seed moisten my hand. He shrieks in the throes of orgasmic agony.
     Carol looks at me. She says, “Susan do you think he’s had enough?”
     I say, “No way!”
     Carol pats Don’s balls. She says, “You know Lorena Bobbitt got away without jail time. I think Don has testosterone poisoning. So let’s treat his illness. I’ve got some Thorazine. Trust me Don,
you don’t want to be awake for this.”
    Carol pulls a hypodermic out of her purse along with a vial. “Sweet dreams” she tells him. She injects Don in the arm. Soon Don writhes in his struggle to stay awake.
     Carol winks at me. She says, “Hey, let’s spare him his pole. I have something in mind which will drive him crazy.” She pulls a straight razor and a bottle of shaving cream out of her bag. She starts with his pubis. Carol shaves him without drawing any blood. She shears him from head to toe. She leaves not a bit of hair on him. We unshackle him, turn him over, and she works on his back. She says, “We need to bind him before he wakes up.” We roll him on his back and fetter him.
     His eyes flutter open. I say, “Hey baldy. You look cute with no hair. I wonder what your other girls will think about your new look? You were a big hairy ape. Take a walk on the wild side. Let go of that macho crap for a while.”
     Carol looks down at him and says, “Well Donny boy have you had enough?”
     He grimaces and says, “Please release me. I’ll give you the house and our IRAs in the divorce Susan!!!”
     I give Carol a long lingering French kiss. Then she and I walk out the door.
    I nervously unlock the door. There is my precious Don sprawled on the bed and still bound like we  left him. I sit by him and he smiles. I bend down and kiss him. I say, “Was it too over the top my love?”
     He says, “No way honey. It was perfect.”
     I unshackle him. I say, “Carol was a good sport about it. She’d like to do it again. So you liked that scenario?”
     Don says, “I loved it.”
    I lie down beside him on the bed. I say, “That’s great because there’s nothing I like better than pleasing my man. Carol you can come back in.”
     I console him with, “Here hubby, I’ll unwrap the towel. Carol is going to mount you.”
     Carol says, “Does that feel good? Now I’ll flex my pussy till you beg for release. God I’m a cat in heat. Here we go mister. In and out you go. I’ll pull off for a minute or two. My tease must hurt. I want you to need it so bad you go out of your mind. But those puppy dog eyes make me swoon. Here you go baby. This is the real thing. Take you in deep now.
     Dons exclaims, “Oh please don’t stop. Fuck me hard! I’m about to explode.”
     Carol gushes, “Oh Don you came in jets. My cunt is all soaked. Now you’ll be hard for several hours. Susan and I will take turns relieving your pecker stress. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you tonight. Let’s devote our pussies to pleasing Don. What do you say, Susan?”  
     I belt out, “Aye! Aye!”