A CHANGE OF SCENERY by C. Lakewood God! School was FINALLY out! Brian, my sort-of fiancé-to-be and fellow teacher, was also eager to be off on vacation, but he wanted to go north and east, whereas I wanted to head south and west. I could easily have gotten him to come along with me, but I opted not to. Therefore, we wouldn't be seeing each other for a while...which was probably for the best. I mean, I was 29, staring 30 in the face, and was beginning to feel a sense of urgency. But was Brian what I really wanted or just somebody I might be willing to settle for? I sometimes dreamed of hooking up with a man who was stronger than Brian. To tell the truth, I generally called the shots in our relationship, and, while that could be nice, still.... I decided to test things by using this summer for an unofficial trial separation of sorts. So, off I went in "Alice," my ancient, beloved Ford Tempo, with a lot on my mind, but determined to rehabilitate myself over the next three months. A few days into the trip, and a few miles outside of Los Gatos, Nevada, Alice began to make strange noises. I nursed her along, as far as a ramshackle gas station/general store, but there she died, and nothing anybody could do would resurrect her. The station owner talked it over with a May-December Japanese couple in a rust-and-yellow VW Bug, and they offered me a lift into town. The man was rather stocky and extremely ugly -- but he did have a presence. The girl was cute, perky, and petite. In the end, I decided to go with them. There was barely room for me and certainly none for my luggage. They all agreed that it'd be safe in my locked car, but I still grabbed my camera bag (nothing else was worth much). I crammed myself into the VW, and off we went, down a dusty road. The girl, Ariko, told me that I could expect a real hassle if I tried to check in most places without even one suitcase. She talked it over with the man (whose name was Kaz), and, in the end, I was invited to stay with them. Really, what choice did I have? After about 20 minutes, we reached their house, a nondescript ranch with a built-on storefront. (Kaz, it seems, made and sold jewelry and other items.) They introduced me to Kaz's mother (who had to have been in her 60s, but looked about 45). We dined on some strange Japanese food, washed down by much rice wine. And, after dinner, we kept on drinking. And talking. I guess the wine relaxed my inhibitions and let me verbalize some frustrations that I had been only vaguely aware of. I don't know what all I told them, but it must have been, well, pretty much everything. I woke up the next morning feeling slightly disoriented, but in fairly good shape, considering. I was naked, and I vaguely wondered how I'd gotten that way. I must have made some noise in looking around for something to wear (without success), because Ariko soon came bustling in, grinning broadly. "So. You ready to get started, girl?" she asked. "Started? On what?" "On living your submissive fantasies, of course. Or have you forgotten so soon?" ("Submissive fantasies"? Well, maybe...deep down....) "I-I-I...." "Not to worry; you can leave it all to us. BUT you do need to be certain. So decide now. If you want to leave, just say so, and we'll go get your stuff and drive you to a hotel. Or, decide to stay, and that'll be your last decision for a while. You will do as we say, for as long as we say, without any questions or arguments or negotiations." ("Well," I thought, "there ARE some things in the depths of my psyche that I probably should be finding out for sure about.... And nobody knows me out here, so...'what happens in Nevada stays in Nevada,' as it were.") "O-kay. I guess you're the boss." "Yessss! The magic words! Now, the first thing is to get you cleaned up. C'mon." To my surprise, she led me out the back door to a blacktopped parking lot -- within sight of the nearby county road, for god's sake. She proceeded to hose me down and tossed me a bar of coarse soap. "We have to shave you, so wash the outside of your cunt good," she said. "But leave the inside alone. Kaz likes his women to smell natural." (Shave me? My pubic hair? Off? Oh, god! I'd always thought I had a pretty nice growth of hair there -- womanly but not bushy -- and I tried to think back 18 years or so to when it was bald....) But Ari warmed it up with a hot towel, clipped it close, shaved it with a straight-edge, followed that with a depilatory cream, and finally applied some sort of re-growth inhibitor. While she worked, she laid down some rules for me. "We expect you to be truthful, respectful, and obedient. You will address every male you meet (no matter what age) as "sir." Any unmarried female is "miss," and any married one is "ma'am." (If you don't know, go by age: younger than you "miss," older "ma'am.") You don't sit down without permission; you stand or kneel. When kneeling, or when you are allowed to sit, never let your knees get within 18" of each other. Understood?" (For an instant, I hesitated. I'd always been a WASP princess, and I was a well-educated professional. Ari, on the other hand, was barely 20 and...well...a Jap. But then I realized how exciting being deferential toward her would be. I'd have to be "truthful, respectful, and...obedient. My juices were already beginning to flow as she worked on me, but now....) "Yes...um...ma'am." "Miss." "Oh, sorry, miss." "Also, you are not allowed to have cutesy or PC names for body parts. You've got 'tits,' a 'cunt,' and an 'asshole.' Right?" "Yes, miss." Ari ran her fingers over my bald "cunt," and I trembled. "How often do you masturbate?" she asked. "Um...no...never.... I-I don't...." She looked at me a bit exasperated. "I said,'TRUTHFUL,' remember? Bend over and touch your toes. And hold that position until I tell you otherwise." I obeyed. (I got that right, anyway.) I heard a swish and then felt a line of fire across my bottom. I yelped, but held position. She laid it on five more times and then repeated, "How often do you masturbate?" "Once in a while, miss.... Aaaah! Please!" "How often do you masturbate?" "Please! Usually...once or-or t-twice a day. It helps me relax...." "Once? Or twice? Which is it?" "Mostly twice, miss." "And sometimes more often?" "S-sometimes...." "Okay. Show me your technique. But don't cum." I hesitated, but not long, because she was caressing that switch. My cunt was a swamp, and my fingers made obscene noises that seemed to delight Ari. Soon, very soon, I could feel myself at the brink. "Please.... I need to cum." "No, you WANT to cum. You NEED to do as you're told. And be respectful in the process. From now on, until you're told otherwise, every hour on the hour when you're awake, you will play with yourself for five minutes...AND you will not cum. You also will not wash again -- anywhere -- for some time. You whites have an interesting body chemistry. You begin to smell so...primitive...when you're sweaty and horny.... And you are going to get really sweaty and REALLY horny." She retreated to the back porch and sprawled on the bench there, her legs spread. "Now, kneel down and use your tongue to give me a few of what you're not allowed: nice, big, satisfying orgasms." I was thankful that it was a little more private there. But, even if it hadn't been, I knew I'd feel compelled to obey. She tasted...earthy...and orgasmed easily and noisily...and she kept me at it until she'd cum three times. I thought I envied her then, but I never dreamed of how I'd feel in the days ahead. Every day I got different orders, often a different set of chores. But the one constant was the hourly "edging" -- the masturbation without cumming. It was not so bad to begin with, but things got progressively harder, and, by dawn on the fourth day, I was a wreck. I was constantly horny. I had little appetite and slept badly. It was very difficult to concentrate. I was forgetful. I often screwed up my chores (for which I was duly punished). My cunt kept screaming at me, but they just wouldn't let me cum. Meanwhile, everybody else was absolutely rolling in orgasms. Every day, I had to eat Ari four-five-six times, blow Kaz once or twice, and even do the old woman. And I was naked all the time. It was worst when I was outside, washing either the VW or their old pickup, sweeping the porch, or working in the garden. I never knew who might be watching me from a distance, watching my tits and ass jiggle provocatively...and watching my puffy, inflamed cunt drool down my thighs.... ****************************** The morning of the fourth day, things seemed to come to a sort of climax. (No, not that kind of climax.) I was tired. I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life. And I stank. Why was I letting them do this to me? In all my other sexual relationships, I had always been the one in control, and I liked it that way. Didn't I? That morning I was taught a lesson in humility. I was sweeping out the front of the shop as Kaz opened for business. (The dust was pervasive. The store could be immaculate when we closed up, be tightly shuttered all night, and still look like a ghost town set the next morning.) When three young guys showed up, I tried to "vamoose," but Kaz wouldn't let me. I was ordered to stand at attention in the center of the shop floor, giving the boys a good ogle at me. I had thought I was beyond blushing, but I'd been wrong. All three of the boys were 18, recently graduated from the local high school, just enlisted in the Marines, and soon headed off to boot camp. They had ordered some sort of unique ID jewelry, and, as each one settled in turn with Kaz, the other two eyeballed me. Even after all I'd been through the last few days, it was acutely embarrassing; they were the same age as many of my students back home. Things got worse when Kaz told me to take them one by one into the adjoining storeroom and give them blow jobs. And worst of all was the fact that I WANTED to. By the time I had finished three protracted blow jobs, moaning and slavering, swallowing three huge loads of teenaged cum...and thanking them afterward...and calling them "sir," I wondered whether I could ever regard the boys in my classes quite the way I had. Kaz collected a dollar from each of the boys as they left, and then laid three quarters on the counter: my share. So that's what I had become...a two-bit whore. ****************************** After that, things got better, relatively speaking. Oh, I still wanted to cum -- more than ever, actually -- but I started taking a weird sort of pride in my denial and in my obedience. That evening, they began my nightly confessionals, wherein I confessed all kinds of shortcomings...laziness, vanity, self-absorption...and even old crimes -- shoplifting as a pre-teen, cheating in high school, underage drinking in college, stealing a rare book in grad school...and being a chronic prick-tease for the last 15 years or so. And I was punished for each one. I ate table scraps, pissed and shit only with permission (and then always outside, even during the day), and slept on a thin futon. I developed an amazing stench -- a sweet-and-sour odor compounded mainly of sweaty arm-pits and excited cunt -- which was a super-aphrodisiac to Kaz whenever he got within sniffing distance. Of course, I was paddled or strapped or caned...often, but not excessively. As time passed, each of the three used my mouth frequently, and Kaz butt-fucked me nearly every day (but never quite long enough to let me cum). Cum! I trembled at the very word. How long would I have to go without cumming? How perfectly submissive would I have to become to prove myself worthy of an orgasm? Would it EVER happen? Even when I was whoring, they wouldn't allow me to cum. While I couldn't use my cunt for anything but edging, my mouth was very popular, and even my asshole got its share of attention. My customers, incidentally, were all teenagers or senior citizens, and many were what I once called, in PC-speak, "Native Americans." I began to take a perverse pride in the perfection of my submission. ****************************** Then, one afternoon we drove into Los Gatos in the pickup. I had lost track of the days and was too well-trained to ask. I had on a thin cotton dress -- one of Ari's cast-offs, threadbare and very short -- but I was by this time so unaccustomed to wearing any clothing at all, that I felt nervous. It was almost like violating a taboo. We parked on the town's broad main street, and, when I stepped onto the sidewalk, the heat of the concrete caused my bare feet to flinch, my callous soles notwithstanding. Ari heaved a heavy bag out of the truck bed and dumped it at my feet. It was one of mine. "We put everything that looked like it might have some value in here," she said. "The rest we gave to the charity thrift shop. And we sold your car for parts. It didn't bring much, but more than enough to get you back home." She handed me some money. "There's the bus station across the street. The bus you want -- IF you're going -- leaves in an hour and forty-four minutes. Kaz and I are going to take in a movie before we drive back to the ranch in a couple of hours. If you want to stay with us, be waiting here. Otherwise...." She kissed me, then turned and, without a backward glance, they went off down the street toward the Orpheum movie theatre. Should I stay or go? Should I run across the street, lock myself in a ladies' room stall, and -- finally -- cum and cum and cum? Or...should I voluntarily subject myself to more exquisite orgasm-denial? I thought of Frank Stockton's story, "The Lady or the Tiger." But why? It did involve a choice, but the circumstances were different. Weren't they? I mean, I was still relatively young, and being free would still carry with it many possibilities...many future forks in the road...achievements...maybe a doctorate...eventually a position of real power and leadership...status...even fame, perhaps.... The alternative would mean giving up all those wonderful possibilities. But remaining in servitude, submissive to the commands of my keepers...my superiors...well, would that truly be so different? After all, everybody was inferior to somebody, so why shouldn't you choose to submit yourself to people who love you, and who will discipline you for your improvement as well as for their pleasure? And your pleasure, too, because it IS exciting.... Oh, god! I so needed to cum! Well, I had a bit more than an hour and a half to decide....