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 tears trickle like thawing ice water down my cheeks from the onions I just peeled.
     My new friend from church, Carol knocks on the door. I feel my heart thump. 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, it is just these onions they do it to me every time.”
     Carol says, “Well let’s get out of the kitchen and go shopping.”
     I say, “Well actually it is Don’s birthday. But he has been such a bad boy. Yet, he has this really sick fantasy of you and me giving him a dose of S&M. I know that is far from reality. But somehow he needs to get it out of his system. Otherwise, I really will be crying.”
     “Honey, as long as it is consensual I’ll play. Just like in football we’ll need a game strategy.”
     “Actually, the magician’s trick of illusion is what I have in mind. You see he and I agreed that if and when this occurred he will have no forewarning. That way he’ll think it really is the hellish fury of his woman scorned.”
     A torrent of words spills forth. “After church, Don goes out of his way to get coffee and donuts for a young lady to make her feel welcome because she is new to the church and not yet a member. He serves me strawberry shortcake from the fridge because I’m his one and only. But I can’t help but be hurt to see him fawning over this chick like they are on their first date. She is so young and beautiful.”
     Carol embraces me with such force I feel her energy flow into me. Carol says, “That girl would be me. You know that makes me feel used by him. 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 wakeup call.”
     I nod affirmatively. “Don serving you goodies at church is no more bothersome than a mosquito. But we’ll have him believe I am livid. Between the two of us, we can put him in his place.”
     “Lead and I will follow my sister in the Lord.”
     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, what better way to introduce Carol to our church family than for her to join in. You’d like to 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 give you sexual frustration on steroids. But you won’t get any undue heat. You see your cock can stay hard for a long time. 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 your own wife using me. 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 don'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. Carol says, “Now Donny boy we’re going to give you something really fun. You see I’m going to jerk you off. The thing is I’m going to take my sweet time doing it. 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 ladyfingers. 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 need.
     He begs, “Oh please. My balls are ready to explode. Have mercy on me.”
    I say, “Yea, Don. You’re a big boy. You can deal with a cock tease.”
     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 until 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.”
     Carol reaches under his buns and 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 until I feel his seed moisten my hand. He moans like a junkie gone cold turkey finally getting his shot of heroin.
     Carol looks at me. She says, “Susan do you think he’s had enough?”
     I say, “The Good Book says mercy is a virtue.”
     Carol pats Don’s balls. Carol looks down at him and says, “Well Donny boy have you had enough?”
     He grimaces and says, “Please release me! No more feeding the ladies sweet tooth at church. That is a promise.”
     I say, “You get your sugar at home from now on.” Then Carol and I walk out the door.
    I nervously unlock the door. There is my precious Don sprawled on the bed and still bound as we left him. I sit by him and he smiles. I bend down and kiss him. “Happy birthday Sweetie.”
    “Well, Land o’ Goshen! You know my fussing was just for fun.”
     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 liked this better than being served pastries and beverages by you in the Fellowship Hall. 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.”