<!--ADULTSONLY--> Disclaimer update April 2 2015 As of this time I am only posting my stories on ASSTR.org. I don't know of any other story site that allows underage characters. When I first started posting stories on the internet I posted them to Stories on Line (SOL). So some of my older stuff is on the site up to 2011 or 2012 I think, I have a more recent story posted on SOL called ASS but it is also posted on ASSTR. SOL changed their minimum age requirements for characters to 18 so I moved on. So let me grovel here a bit. If you're reading this story on ASSTR please email me your thoughts about the story, good or bad, doesn't matter. I love hearing from readers and I respond to every email. I have some readers that I keep a constant correspondence with. Now to the disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I write are a work of fiction and special care was taken while writing the story - no letters were hurt when they were placed on the page. Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc. described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my imagination. None of the following is based on real organisms or organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real, living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am aware of. Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. Most if not all of the stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people. I write stories for my own enjoyment. I write stories in which adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls, although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is I write stories for my own enjoyment. If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth" as he puts it into the story line. If there are any mistakes in the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error and not his. Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me. I also want to thank several readers with whom I have become "email friends". I bounce story line ideas off of them and they and they come back with wonderful ideas and scenes that take me in different directions. Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome to continue. Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex, young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape. Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good majority of these codes are. I hope you enjoy the story. Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com I reply to readers who take time to email me. Please, please, please email me your thoughts on the story. Dorcas. Lecture given by Dr. Julie Swan. Dr. Swan earned her Ph.D. in Female Clinical Psychology from Cherish Valley Post-Diversity University, a bachelor's degree in Female Mental studies at UK All Female College in London, a certificate in female masturbation from Climax High School evening studies program and her certificate in sex therapy from UK School of Medicine. She is the author of a book for female tweens called 'Anatomy of Adult Female Pleasure Zones', and the bestselling book, 'The Female Anus, How to Own it and Fuck it'. Dr. Swan has a monthly adult female sex lecture series on behalf of the Young Girl Club (where she won Asshole of the Year). She has her own private practice for adult women located in the Young Girl Club. ******** Dorcas Goodhead (that is her married name) was forty-eight years old and a retired educator. She grew-up with the name Dorcas, an old family name from a time that nobody remembered and nobody cared. She was bullied all the way through to the end of high school, and Dork was the favorite name her tormentors used on her. In college she met her husband, Harold, or Harry Goodhead. She got her teaching degree but found that her students laughed behind her back and the name Dork stuck with her pupils also. She crossed over into the administration and became a principle. She retired at forty-three and moved with her husband to Cherish Valley five years ago because he had found a better paying job. Not long after they were married, she realised not only that Harry was gay but also that, like her, he was victimised at work, so she stayed with him for mutual suppport: she needed to be with somebody who was as harassed and bullied as much as she was. Now she was retired she guessed that he was probably passed around the office like a cheap piece of meat giving head to the male executive staff, but at least the money was good. After five years in the valley, Dorcas was bored because she had always led a withdrawn life. She knew about the culture of sex in Cherish Valley, particularly preteen sex, and had been at first disgusted by it, even after she was married, but now she began to re-assess: after all, this was a new century and things had changed. At first she just observed, learning about the new lifestyle of sexual freedom, but in her boredom, she felt a growing urge to participate. Because of her submissive personality, she looked at possibly joining one of the strip clubs or working at one of the male night clubs to earn extra money for herself. She summoned up the courage to go to sales calls and meetings to gather information about what would be required of her but came away disgusted and frightened by what she heard. The one club that intrigued her though was the Young Girl Club or YGC. Sure it was an adult female meat market but she was secretly excited about working with just girls, and young girls at that. She had already had a little experience at the club but she had heard that Dr Swan gave an instructional lecture for interested participants and so she signed up for it. She felt slightly nervous: after all, Dr Swan was a well known sex therapist and TV personality, but she felt that her knowledge and experience would be useful. It was only when she got there that she found the lecture wasn't directed at her at all. ******** Doctor Swan walked into the room at the Young Girl Club followed by twelve older women who were known as "good time girls". These were women in their late forties and early fifties who worked the club in the evenings and weekends. The club employed a lot of women to fill various positions such as bartender, bathroom attendant, wait staff and of course good time girls. The male population considered these women past their "prime" and wanted younger women. The older women who worked at the YGC wanted to be needed, to be validated, to be somebody, so they came to the club where girls from as young as five years old to sixteen didn't care if the older women past their prime. Dorcas signed on as a good time girl. All new women started off as good time girls. That first night she was at the club it was a Friday and the girls took great delight in buying, trading and selling her for sexual pleasures. Dorcas ate more cunt, kissed and licked more anus than she had ever done in her life. She was slapped, her nipples were pinched and squeezed, her anus fucked so many times she lost count, and her cunt was stretched and fucked with monstrous strap-on's. Her cunt still got moist and gooey when she thought of the table of five year-olds near dance stage three that had her lay on her back on the table as they played with her cunt and ass. At one point the girls took turns climbing up on the table and standing over her face, squatting down and rubbing their smooth cunnies up and down her nose and mouth. She never knew that five year-olds could have such an imagination. Dorcas's thoughts came back to the present. She and the other good time girls stood at attention lined up along the wall on the side of the room. The women were dressed the same, their hair in pig-tails, their lips with glossy red lipstick applied, and they wore tight pink t-shirts that came just below their breasts with the words "Property of the Young Girl Club" and a name tag. Dorcas's name tag read, "DORK". In addition, each wore a blue mini-skirt, white thigh stockings with pink six inch stilettos and their hands were cuffed behind their back. All the women were striking and in amazing shape as their breasts did not sag. Sitting in the room were twelve young girls ages eight, nine and ten, waiting for the lecture to begin, all of them there because their parents had signed them up for the hour long class. They were sitting on raised chairs that were high enough for a person to crawl under, and the seat of each chair had a large round hole cut into its centre. Doctor Swan indicated to the twelve women to pick a girl and Dorcas walked forward averting her eyes downward as they had been taught: an adult woman must show her submissiveness to the young girls. Dorcas knelt down in front of a girl, her eyes still averted. "Hello girls, I'm Doctor Asshole," smiled Doctor Swan. The past year the girls who visited the club had taken to calling Dr. Swan, Doctor Asshole and it was a name that she encouraged to the girls to use. She was wearing her trademark little girl outfit but because of the occasion, her pink t-shirt also had the words "Property of the Young Girl Club" like the good-time-girls. "Hello, Doctor Asshole!" the girls smiled. "The women kneeling before each of you are here strictly for your pleasure. They will lick and kiss your anus or cunt or both if you want. All you have to do is remove your panties and spread your legs." The young girls didn't need to be told twice. In no time at all the girls had their legs spread and the women were licking them while the girls settled back in their chairs. The girl sitting in front of Dorcas reached her hands out and grabbed both of Dorcas's ears pulling her head back. "Look at me!" she commanded and then paused as she looked at the name tag. "Dork". Dorcas looked up at the girl and reckoned she looked to be about ten years-old. "What kind of name is Dork?" the girl asked. Dorcas was about to say something but the girl gently slapped her face. "Don't talk Dork, I don't care what you have to say." Dorcas smiled at the girl. "The only thing I care about is your tongue and lips on my anus. I want to feel your tongue way up my ass, I want you to French kiss my brownie and lick it like it's your girlfriend." The ten year-old was still holding Dorcas by her ears and leaned down ever closer. "I want you to rub your nose, cheeks and forehead on my ass, mark yourself with the taste and smell of my ass." The girl leaned back letting go of her ears. "If you do a good job I might give you an extra five dollars." When she was considering joining the YGC, Dorcas was told that all girls loved to have their ass licked and kissed and at first she thought it was disgusting. Why would anybody stick their tongue up a fecal matter encrusted tube? Then she learned that for one thing, the money was good and She reckoned that she could overcome her disgust pretty quickly with the amount of cash that was paid. It was always counted on that adult women in the sex business could overcome their disgust of a sex act with the right amount of money. Now, she put her head under the open chair and looked up at the beautiful little round hole and smiled: the girl definitely kept it clean and smelling good and it seemed to wink at her bewitchingly, causing her cunt to moisten. She opened mouth a little and French kissed the brownie making the ten year-old squirm. "Today's class is about how handle a problem woman that you are dating," Dr. Swan began, looking around the room and pointing at a girl who was squirming in her chair. "How long have you been dating?" "About a month," the girl said breathlessly. "Where did you meet your woman?" "Oh, at my dad's company party." Dr. Swan went around the room asking the girls the same questions and the answers were always the same: the youngsters were frustrated with their adult girlfriends; they all wanted to make the dating work and so did the women but young girls didn't know how to make the relationship work. "Well, girls your age have many options when it comes to managing your dating lifestyle with women. Some girls like one night stands so they order a woman from a website like Little Angels or pick up women from, say, the Whorehouse. Maybe they are happy to pay the take-out fee for a woman from the Young Girl Club. I have even heard that some girls your age maintain one woman who sniffs out other women for her." There was a flutter of giggles. "Whatever the case, if a girl has a main woman who brings her happiness, she might want to keep her around and this is the topic of today's class. Whatever you decide for your dating lifestyle, it's important that you understand how to own and manage your adult girlfriends through obedience. This is especially true for any long term relationship whether it's six months or three weeks." Dr Swan paused and looked at the girls: some of them were squirming on their seats and one or two moaned occasionally, but they all seemed to be concentrating on what she was saying. "Obedience is NOT ownership - it is your expectation of future behavior from your woman. This happens naturally and in an uncontrolled manner during the early stages of a relationship. When you're first dating, your woman will dress a certain way, she will act a certain way in public, all to impress you. She may pick you up in her car and whisk you around town and to the mall or movies or maybe even to dinner. But then after a while she settles into a routine and she stops trying to impress you and starts taking you for granted. Your standards haven't lowered but hers have. If your adult girlfriend is a professional working woman she might start being late in picking you up from your parents' house for your date. She might offer excuses like she had a last minute meeting to attend or the meeting she was in was running late. When you are out on a date with her, she might complain and whine about her job and talk about her coworkers, rather than giving you the attention you expect." All of the girls nodded their heads in agreement. One girl said, "I couldn't care less about what my woman does for a living. I want my woman to concentrate on me when we are together." "Yeah, what do I care if some stupid bimbo at work didn't type a paper correctly?" added another. Another added, "I want her to treat me like I am the center of her universe. I want her to concentrate on my wants and desires." The girl put her hand on the head of the woman between her legs. "Like this whore!" She gently hit the woman on the back of her head, "Careful there! That's better." Doctor Swan continued. "Well, this is where obedience training comes in. Obedience training can encompass several different types of female personality traits. For example, some women respond best with positive verbal reinforcement, some with collar and leash training, others respond better from reward training, such as allowing your adult girlfriend to choose the type of sex she will receive from you." The ten year-old girl that Dorcas was servicing squirmed in her seat as Docas's tongue pushed into her anus, but still managed to raise her hand, "What is collar and leash training?" Docas's neck was straining and to ease the pain, she rubbed her forehead and left cheek on the girl's wet asshole. "The collar is a dog shock collar that safely and securely attaches around the neck of your woman. You have a hand-held device which allows you to push a button to shock her when she does something wrong. The leash part of the training comes in when you attach a leash to her collar and she follows you around. She presents the leash to you whenever you go somewhere. As her behavior improves you use the collar and leash less and as she understands her place within your world, you use the device less." "Regardless of which training technique you choose to employ this is what proper adult woman obedience training should accomplish." Julie turned around and wrote on the white board. "There really is no better way to say it girls: treat women like pets." She wrote that on the board and turned around. The girls were typing on their notepads. "The sweetest woman on earth will eventually act up. She'll make ridiculous demands like wanting to sit next to you on the couch at your home instead of properly kneeling next to the couch because she doesn't want to be humiliated around your parents. She'll become jealous as you flirt with other women or make whining sounds as she stands next to your bed watching as you plunge your strap-on in and out of the anus of the woman beneath you. She might start trying to manage your time reminding you that you have homework to do as the woman between your legs suckles and licks your cunt, and most often, she'll argue with your mother about what is best for you." Some girls continued nodding their heads as they typed. "Obedience training should build or strengthen a close, healthy and appropriate relationship between you and your adult girlfriend. It should open a clear line of communication between you and your woman. This includes you knowing what to expect of your woman in all circumstances, and your woman clearly understanding and respecting what is expected of her. You should lay out a set of rules or boundaries which educates your woman to become a responsible member of your parents' household when she is at your house. This includes how to relate to your girlfriends and your mother and should involve basic manners and how to behave in any situation. And lastly, obedience training should establish the groundwork which assists in preventing the development of unacceptable problem behavior - such as fighting, shouting, unproductive jealously when other women are around, or even arguing with your mother." One girl asked, "What is unacceptable problem behavior?" "The unacceptable behavior that your adult girlfriend displays towards you can be compared to a dog shitting on your carpet." The girls laughed. "Do any of you have dogs at home?" Several of the girls raised their hands, and one young girl giggled. "Would you tolerate that?" "No," two of the girls replied. "Exactly, if you did that makes you a terrible pet owner. Would you tolerate your pets destroying your furniture, defecating in the house, begging for food, whining, or any other annoying behavior?" "No," all the girls replied. Even the girls who didn't have pets spoke up. "You would reprimand the pet, with a simple swat at their behind or on the nose with a firm, "No". Adult women should be no different." "How you communicate your displeasure to your woman is of utmost importance. Punish her with your parents in the same room and let them watch as you slap her across the face, pinch and pull her nipples. Remember, doing this to your woman is your way of telling her that you are the dominant one in the relationship, not her. You might want to keep a taser handy and in plain sight so that if she truly pisses you off, you can have her use a taser to zap her body parts." Dorcas felt the ten year old girl squirm against her probing tongue and felt her own cunt throb between her wet thighs. "You must be firm and unyielding, because like a small child or unruly pet, a woman will attempt to push her boundaries with you. The sooner and firmer you hold your ground and lay down your demands, the better." Julie paused. "But punishment will only get you so far. The best enforcement comes from properly training her." "Successful training makes life simple for your woman and eliminates confusion in her simple mind. Your woman will know her place in your world and she will understand your version of right from wrong. The women that I see in my practice seem to really appreciate and thrive on this simple black and white view of the world." You'll have a happy, relaxed and confident woman who you can take anywhere in public and who will be a pleasure to be around. She will have a deep and trustworthy connection to you once she is trained. You'll gain trust with your woman as she understands what is expected of her and knows that you will always be fair and consistent with her. When your woman is trained in obedience she will be fine around your family, your friends and not act in an undesired manner when you bring other women home." Dr. Swan took a remote control and pointed it at the middle of the ceiling, and small projector lowered down and turned on. The lights dimmed. On the screen was what looked like a circus tent. In the centre of the tent was a large circle filled with sawdust and in the middle of the circle was a young girl of about eight or nine years old, dressed in a dominatrix uniform. The child was holding a whip, a long thin cane with a long leather lash attached to it. Around the circle were ten nude women standing on small platforms with their hands on top of their heads. "What we are watching, girls, are ten women who have been properly trained as circus animals. They have the trust and confidence that the eight year-old girl wielding the whip will not physically hurt them or abuse them. Likewise, the girl knows that the women will perform to her exacting standards. In training these women the girl used the reward and punishment system and, with many hours of practice, they now perform for the girl without thinking about what is right or wrong. They just do it." The girl flicked the whip and the ten women quickly jumped down from the platforms and lined up shoulder to shoulder. She flicked the whip again and said, "Hhhrupp!" and four women got down on their hands and knees, then three women climbed on top of them on their hands and knees, then two women climbed up on top of them and the last woman climbed up on the very top. All the while the youngster walked around the women building the pyramid snapping her whip and encouraging them. When the pyramid was done the crowd clapped and cheered. "Animals, girls," Dr. Swan said as they watched the youngster flick her whip again and the women climbed down and quickly got on their hands and knees. With each new flick of the whip the women acted like dogs, rolling over, sitting up, following each other in line. At the end the girl walked along the line of women and put a treat in each one's mouth. She walked a short distance away then flicked her whip again and the women ate the treats. Once again the audience clapped and cheered. Even though Dorcas couldn't see what Dr Swan was showing the girls she knew that she was right. In her orientation at the YGC it had been drummed into their thick skulls that women were animals, and that they should behave accordingly, doing whatever they were told in return for money and praise and acceptance. Deep down, she had initially resisted that characterisation of women: women contributed to society, as professional business women, community leaders, athletes, small business owners, and even teaching in the education field like she did. That first night at the YGC had changed all that. When the club doors opened and the girls came streaming in, the normally smart, intelligent and well-educated women acted as if their very lives depended on impressing the girls, whether the women were dancing on stage, bringing the drinks, working behind the bar or fighting each other to get to a girl when that girl waved a dollar bill above her head. Dorcas found herself swept up in the excitement and enthusiasm of that night and every night that followed. She found she could do tricks for the girls when money was involved, she would cry when she would fail a task that a youngster set for her and she would resolve to do better next time. She relished the feeling that built up inside her as she serviced the girls and later, in the privacy of her bed, would masturbate wantonly to orgasm after orgasm. Yes, she had come around to the thinking that women were animals who could be trained to do disgusting and humiliating things. Dorcas paused and looked at the well lubed anus above her. She smiled and pushed the tip of her nose into the brown hole, and breathed in deeply. Dr. Swan turned her attention back to the classroom and watched the twelve women bob their heads up and down as they licked the girl in front of them. It was a moment she relished, to see her philosophy made real. "Adult women naturally seek the approval of dominant girls like you. Tell me, did you go up to the woman you dating first? Or did she come and talk to you?" All the girls said that their women came and talked to them first, flirted really. "As an example, the women licking your cunt, tonguing your anus, came looking for employment at the club because they are lonely and feel unwanted. Most of them were laid off from their jobs in favor of younger women. For some, their kids have grown and left the house to start their own lives while others are here because their husbands are screwing around on them. These full figure women will do most anything inside the club and outside the club so that they feel a part of something bigger than themselves. If these women were allowed to speak they would tell you that they are most happy to have your cunt on the end of their tongue or their face buried in your ass crack. It makes them feel needed, gives them a sense of purpose and direction." Julie walked back to the front of the room. "Those women can be ordered at the club by the way. They have little numbers written in ink on their ass cheek. You can order them using their number." "Can I take this one here home with me so that I can make my adult girlfriend jealous?" the girl above Dorcas giggled. Dr. Swan smiled. "Yes you can but remember you have to pay the take-out fee for the club." Dorcas felt the girl push down harder, encouraging her tongue to probe deeper into her rectum. "Moving on, praise and reward your woman when she does what you ask of her, give an appropriate correction when she doesn't do what she has been taught to do. The key is to find the right balance for your woman. Don't expect your woman to just know this stuff straight away because they are likely to be too stupid to understand. Repetition of the command and the action is crucial like the young girl with the whip and her ten circus animals. Believe in what you are doing and stick to it." The girls were still typing on their pads, the flush on their young faces betraying their excitement. "Your adult girlfriend may be a professional business woman and is used to giving commands at work and having people do things for her. In this case, give her a simple decision to make and make it clear to her which choice is acceptable and which choice is unacceptable - provide instant feedback. A more intelligent woman will immediately see the benefit of following your command." "Never correct or punish your woman for not doing something you have not trained her to do. Be realistic and fair." The girls were squirming in their chairs and tapping on their tablets, and occasionally, one would moan softly. "Create a system of punishment in stages if she decides to break the rules, and enforce this system without hesitation as she needs to know where you stand. Take it slow, your woman may have an advanced degree or have a job as an executive but like all animals that have to be properly trained, your woman should master one easy command to start with then move on and build upon it." "Can you give us an example of an easy command?" one of the girls asked breathlessly. "Once your relationship has developed and she is hanging out with you, the easiest thing to start with is no talking while in your presence or at your house. As the old saying goes, all women should be seen and not heard. Once she has mastered the skill of no talking then move to the dinner table. She is to sit in her chair and wait for you to tell her to eat. You father and mother and other family members may be eating but she can't until you give the command. Your command can either be verbal or, say, by snapping your fingers. Continue to mentally challenge and stimulate your woman throughout the training process with minor duties, such as having her clean the toothpaste cap and properly screw it to the tube. Have her clean your room and make your bed. You're the best person to have her perform these tasks. You must be the person she looks to for leadership and who she respects most." Dorcas thought back to the other evening when a ten year-old girl paid the take-out fee at the club for her. The girl's mother drove them home, the ten year-old in the passenger seat and Dorcas in the trunk of the car. When they got to the house the mother opened the trunk and told Dorcas to just follow the wishes of her daughter and she would be well compensated. When Dorcas walked into the house she was instructed to stand in the corner with her nose touching the wall. It had seemed like forever to Dorcas as she stood there listening to the activity behind her but finally she was told to go upstairs to the second door on the right. There were teeny clothes laid out on the bed with written instructions to change and put her hair into pig tails. As she looked around the room she was amazed at what she saw: dildos and strap-ons hanging on the wall, masks, gags, handcuffs, whips, paddles, collars and leashes, hooks and rings protruding from the wall. "Everything a growing ten year-old needs," thought Dorcas as she awaited the pain and the pleasure..... "The harder you are on your woman, the better trained girlfriend she will be, and the more pleasure she will bring you. Maybe she does your laundry but in a moment of laziness, decides not to match and fold your socks or properly fold your underwear like you had shown her. Or if you're at her house she may try to talk to you about being nicer to her friends. It's up to your discretion whether or not you want to say something in these cases, but in my experience it's better to always speak up, no matter how minor her offence." "You tell her, `You know, if you're going to do my laundry, you should pair and fold my socks and properly fold my underwear next time. I don't take you out to any half-assed dates, so you shouldn't half-ass anything either.'" "Or you might say, `It's enough that I've decided to keep you around as much as I have, and the last thing I need to do is worry about your stupid friends' feelings. If they don't like it, fuck em, and don't bother me with these inconsequential matters.'" The pre-teens were typing on their pads and squirming in their seats as the women licked them. ....... She was made to kneel next to the young girl at the dinner table and the pre-teen fed her from hand. The girl would put a piece of meat or vegetable in her hand and Dorcas would scoop it out with her tongue. Everybody ignored her and the two other women kneeling at the side of the girl's two older brothers. Later that evening in the 'playroom', as the kids called it, her brothers traded their piece of meat back and forth while Dorcas had her face and tongue buried between the girls thighs licking away. The siblings were laughing and giggling amongst themselves as they talked about school and who was fucking who, and all the while, the girl idly played with Dorcas's hair, pushing her head harder against her young cunt, and would occasionally slap the side of her head if she wasn't licking hard enough........ "Think I'm kidding?" Dr Swan continued. "Watch her expression next time you say something like this. Her cunt will literally burst into flames. Adult women can be treated like pets as they need challenges and a structure in their life, they want a tween to give them direction, to praise them when they have done something special and to punish them when they act up. And all women, in some sick, twisted way, want just a little bit of verbal and physical abuse, to be humiliated in front of others, to be degraded in some way. They thrive on the drama and friction of the occasional burst of pre-teen anger." "Test her in different situations, environment and with added distractions. You can either avoid the tricky situation or have tools to deal with them. If you require you woman to act in a certain way do not assume she knows how to act. You must train her, reward her good behavior and give feedback. Incorporate obedience training into your daily routine - your woman could perform a task before you give her something she wants or needs, like have her wash your underwear by hand." "Never try to correct your woman for past transgressions. If you don't catch a woman in the act of doing wrong, well in her simple mind a late correction only confuses her. They will try to rationalize the correction back to make sense of it in a way that is comfortable to them, not to the rules which you set. And if your woman doesn't respond well to your dominance, again, think about being a pet-owner. If you had a dog that constantly required a short leash, extra training and would run off every chance it got, what would you do? You'd probably let the stupid thing go. The same treatment applies to women: if they don't respond to your dominant demeanour, let them go. They are absolutely not worth keeping as as a girlfriend." ........ Later the mother paid the Dorcas and the other two women as they walked out the door. Fifty dollars was a good amount of money. The women had to walk home and Dorcas lived on the other side of town........ "The truly undomesticated women, no matter how smart or intelligent they may be, will have zero potential as girlfriends and therefore are only worth fucking, being used as sex toys, and then passing off for the next girl to have her way with her. They will never make any young girl happy, and will not make themselves happy either, as they are too stupid and undisciplined to have a relationship with a young girl." She paused and then smiled broadly. "Thank you girls for coming today. The women between your legs are yours free of charge while you're in the club this morning. If you like the service of the woman pleasuring you then please tip them a small gratuity and write something nice in their profile." "Thank you Dr Asshole!" the girls replied, shutting down their tablets and shifting on their seats. "You are very welcome," Doctor Swan said, and gathering up her things, walked out the door. The ten year-old grabbed Dorcas's hair, pulling her head out from under her ass. "You did very good Dork," smiled the girl as she ran her fingers through the woman's hair. "Thank you miss," Dorcas replied, looking submissively down at the floor. "I have to go now but I would really love to take you home with me." "Yes miss." The girl rummaged through her handbag and pulled out a five and handed it to Dorcas. "But my mom might be jealous of an older woman in my life. So the next time I am in the club I will come and find you because I want your tongue on my asshole all night long." "Thank you miss. This low-life excuse of a woman looks forward to your next visit." To echo Dr Swan's words, she wondered if her cunt would 'literally burst into flames'. The youngster smiled and as she got up she pushed Dorcas out of the way. Dorcas smiled to herself, "Yes, five more dollars!" - this was easy money. She got up slowly, dressed and headed out of the building, the delicious flavor of the ten-year-old's asshole still coating her tongue.