Cleaned 21

By timos111@hotmail.com


About half past eight one evening, Susan phoned 
Janelle on her mobile.

“Janelle!  I need to talk!”

“Where are you?”

Simultaneously Janelle groped for the TV remote and 
muted the movie she and Doug were watching, snuggled 
up together on the big leather sofa.

“I’m driving over … is that okay?”

Janelle glanced at Doug.  

Of course it was okay with Janelle.  And it’s not like 
Doug was doing 
much anyway.  He was securely bound at the wrists and 
ankles.  She’d been intending to keep him like that 
until the movie ended, then figure out what to do with 
him next.  Certainly they both had time to chat with 
Sue.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

She put down the mobile and turned to Doug, who’d 
started squirming so as to attract her attention.  She 
undid the gag so he could talk.

“Who was that?”

“Susan.  Sounds serious.  She’s on her way over.”

Janelle slackened his bonds, and he sat there rubbing 
some feeling back into his wrists.

“Game’s over for tonight?”

“We’ll see.”

She rested her head on his shoulder again, and turned 
the TV sound back up.

When Sue burst in, a quarter of an hour later, she 
looked distraught.

“Sweetie!  What’s the matter?” Janelle enquired, after 
Susan had perched herself on the edge of the armchair 
opposite.

“It’s Dave!  Everything’s going wrong!”

“Why, has he kicked you outta the house, or 
something?”

“No, but he’s putting his foot down.  He says he 
doesn’t want to do things my way anymore!”

“What’d he say, exactly?”

“He says I’m freaky!  Kinky!  He says its un-natural, 
what we’re doing.”

“And what WERE you doing?”

“I … I … oh, it’s a wee bit embarrassing …”

“Spit it out, girl!”

“In front of Doug?”

“Anything you can say to me, you can say to Doug.”

Susan hesitated a moment more, then blurted it out.

“I was getting him accustomed to the idea of face-
sitting.”

“Whose face – his or yours?”

“Janelle!  BE SERIOUS!  His, of course.”

“Yeah, so?”

“I explained what I wanted.  I told him I first needed 
to tie up his hands and legs.  And that next he was to 
… lick-my-butt.”

Sue said this last bit very quickly, as if by so doing 
it might register with Janelle but escape Doug.  No 
chance.  His eyebrows arched in surprise.  Still 
waters clearly run deep!

“Lucky Dave,” Janelle remarked matter-of-factly.

“He didn’t see it that way.  He refused point-blank.”

“Well, funny as it sounds, this whole domme-sub thing 
IS consensual, you know.  You can’t make him do that 
if he really doesn’t want to.”

Susan gave out a heart-wrenching sob.

“But he would, if he loved me!”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Janelle affirmed.

“And that was only the start of it!  He said he wanted 
to quit all of this “un-natural” lovemaking.  Said he 
wanted things to be “normal” again!  Him on top!  Me 
on my knees sucking his dick!”

“Oh shit” Janelle opined.

“Oh shit is right!  Janelle, what am I going to do?”

“Well, what’s the worst that can happen.  Has he 
threatened to leave you?”

“No.”

“Has he threatened to start screwing someone else?”

“No.”

“Has he threatened to not come near you altogether?”

“No.”

“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.”

“But he says I’m weird.  Sick in the head.  Ungodly, 
to want to do things the way I want.  He wants things 
to be like they were before!”

“It’s his male ego coming out.  He’s begun to feel 
threatened by it all.  He wants you comfortably under 
his control again.  He’s wondering what his friends 
would think if they knew.  He’s worried he’s being 
turned into a pansy.”

“But I don’t WANT him to be a pansy!  I want him to be 
brave!  To rise to the challenge!  To do it because it 
pleases me!”

“Ya don’t have to tell ME, honey! I wrote the book on 
this, remember?”

“Oh.  Sorry. But what am I going to DO?” 

“He needs reassurance.  And he needs a demonstration 
of your power.”

“Reassurance?”

“Yeah.  He needs to know that, by taking the risk of 
being a “pansy”, you 
respect him all the more.  That you’re not domming him 
because you despise him or want to put him down.  It’s 
the reverse – you admire him for his capacity to be 
dommed.”

“And the power?  What power?”

“The power of your pussy, girl.”

“How do I show him that?  Lock him in a dungeon for 
months, until he’s so desperate he’ll fuck anything?”

“You don’t EVER get him to a state of wanting to fuck 
anything.  You get him to a state of wanting to only 
fuck YOU, and willing to do things your way in order 
to achieve that.” 

“My mind’s a blank.  How do I perform that particular 
miracle?”

“Believe in the power of your own sexuality.”

“To be honest, Janelle, I’ve never been so very 
confident about that …”

“You should be, girl!  Didn’t you once say to me the 
mere sight of your butt in sexy panties is enough to 
get him pole-vaulting around with his prick?”

Sue giggled.

“Yeah, it’s true …”

“Build on that.  Believe in it, and let him know that 
you know he finds you irresistible.”

“You’re getting too philosophical for me again.  Tell 
me what I actually have to do in practice!”

“Simple.  Make him cum against his will.”

“Excuse me?”

Doug also sat up and paid more attention.  Janelle had 
threatened to do precisely this to him once before.  
Was he now about to learn the psychology behind that 
practical demonstration she’d sprung on him in his 
office all those weeks ago?

Janelle continued her lecture.

“Get Dave tied up.  Handcuffed.  Immobilised.  Trick 
him into it if you have to.  Maybe wait ‘til he’s 
asleep, then tie him up fast.”

“And then?”

“And then, you tell him you’re going to do some “sick” 
sex with him, and you’re gonna find out whether he 
gets turned on by it or not.”

“Fuck him?  Suck him? Or what?”

“First you lay down the law.  You tell him that, from 
now on, things sexual are going to be done your way, 
because after this you won’t believe it for a minute 
when he says he’s not turned on by it, because you 
know he is, and anything he says to the contrary is 
just bullshit.”

Comprehension was dawning on Susan’s pale face, and 
she was starting to look a bit more cheerful.

“And he’ll try to argue, and deny he’s turned on at 
all by any of this bondage stuff, and I prove him 
wrong by giving him a boner!”

“More than that, you get him to cum.  Against his 
will.  Jack him off to completion, over the top of his 
protests.”

Susan’s face was lit up with intrigue now.

“Right!” she breathed in wonderment, picturing the 
scene. 

“I tell you what,” Janelle added, “few sights are more 
wonderful than a man who’s both whining and cumming at 
the same time!”

Then Susan’s face fell again.

“It’s risky.  What if it doesn’t work?  I’m playing 
for high stakes here.  This is my marriage we’re 
talking about!  Surely it’s not so easy?  Surely Dave 
would have more willpower than that?”

Janelle was looking exasperated.

“Look, do you need a demo?  Will you then see sense?"

“Demo?  How?”

Janelle turned to Doug, who so far’d been a very 
silent witness to this discussion.

“Doug, would you like to have sex with Susan?”

Susan winced.  Surely this wasn’t Janelle’s idea of a 
demonstration?

“It wouldn’t be right,” Doug responded.

“That’s correct, it wouldn’t.  But that wasn’t the 
question.  The question was, would you like to?”

“No.  I only want you.”

“Another good answer.  But are you telling me that you 
couldn’t get turned on at all by the prospect of sex 
with Susan?”

“No.  At least, I don’t think so.” 

Doug gave this answer in truth, but also in some 
embarrassment.  Wasn’t this tantamount to calling 
Susan ugly?  Which she certainly wasn’t.  A bit plain 
maybe, but not ugly.

“Doug, drop your draws and get your cock out.”  

A moment’s hesitation.  Confusion.  But also a sense 
that Janelle wouldn’t ask unless there were a 
perfectly good reason.

He stood, unzipped, and slid his trousers and briefs 
down.  He waited, cock singularly un-erect, and 
wondered what the hell was coming next.

“Lie down on the floor.”

Doug complied.

“Susan, show Doug your pussy.”

“What?!!?”

“Show him your pussy.  Let’s see if it turns him on.”

“Janelle!”

“Don’t be such a prude!  I’m not asking you to spread 
for him or anything.  Just stand there with your legs 
together, and imagine you’re at a nudist beach!  You 
HAVE been to a nudist beach, haven’t you?”

“No!”

“But you are familiar with the concept?”

“I guess so.”

“Then just lift your skirt, pull down your knickers, 
and let him look.  We’ll see if it has any effect on a 
man who claims he won’t get turned on by you.”

“Well, okay” she said doubtfully, “here goes!”

She stood and hiked her skirt up about her waist.  A 
pair of plain cotton knickers presented themselves, 
which she slowly slid halfway down her pale 
translucent thighs.

Susan, it has been said before, has a very pretty 
pussy.

So neat, so trim.  Such a tidy little bush of delicate 
dark hairs.

Doug gazed at it.  Took in the shapely sweep of her 
hips, the lovely taper of her legs.

Some people look better with their clothes on, he 
reflected.  But Susan was one person who definitely 
looked better with her clothes off.  Hidden talents.

He started to imagine the rest of her.  What her 
breasts might look like.  Whether she had a butt as 
shapely as her front profile.

And next thing he knew, his cock had given a twitch.

And another.

And then another.

“Sue, it’s working!” Janelle cried out. “He’s getting 
a boner!”

Susan looked with some satisfaction, and just a little 
trepidation, at the half-fat she had just inspired.

“You could make him cum against his will, if you had a 
mind to,” Janelle added.

“Just by giving him a handjob?”

“Exactly.  Not that I’ll allow you to do any such 
thing, but it’d be easy.  Just to prove it, I’ll let 
you play with his nipples.  See how much harder he’ll 
get!”

Susan squatted down beside Doug where he lay on the 
carpet, inadvertently giving him a warts-and-all view 
of her tush.  Not that she had any warts, mind you.  
Upon this closer examination, Doug considered her 
genitals very neatly formed and perfectly lovely.

Pulling up his t-shirt, Susan used a fingernail to 
tickle one of his nipples.  This was just too much for 
Doug to resist, and sure enough within seconds he had 
a full-on raging boner.

“I guess we’ve proved your point, Janelle.  But now 
what?  I feel sorry for him, leaving him with an 
erection like that!”

“No need for that, it’ll do him good to be turned out 
without cumming.  The main thing to know is, he’s a 
man!  He couldn’t resist you, despite the 
fact he’s not even in love with you!  Your Dave IS in 
love with you and you WILL turn him on in a domme-sub 
scene, no matter what he says. Don’t believe his 
bullshit if he says otherwise!”    

“You think so?”

“He wants you, girl!  And he’ll take some chances to 
get you! You gotta first know it and believe it 
yourself.  Then prove it to him.  Once 
he knows that you know he knows you’re irresistible, 
if you get my drift, then the battle is won!  You can 
then expect him to fuck you any which way but 
sideways, according to your dictates and taking his 
whining as just so much empty noise.”

“You’ve actually done this yourself?”

“Doug, explain how I proved my irresistibility to 
you.”

“It was the third time we met, I think.  Janelle tied 
me up.  Under false pretences, I might add.  Then she 
started jerking me off against my will, saying she’d 
leave me tied up with my cum all over me to be 
discovered by others, if I didn’t agree to be her love 
slave!”

“No shit!  Janelle, really?”

“Yep, really.  And it worked too, didn’t it Doug?”

“Yeah.  It worked.  I couldn’t have stopped you from 
making me cum.”

“The reason why?”

“’Cos you’re so fucking irresistible, that’s why!”

“I rest my case.”

“Okay, but what about this “reassurance” thing you 
spoke of a minute ago?”

“That’s the last part, and it’s important.  After he’s 
shot his wad, compliment him on it.  Let him know how 
thrilled you are that he lost all self-control for 
you.  Tell him he’s made you feel so sexy from knowing 
he didn’t want to cum this way but ended up succumbing 
to you anyhow.  Tell him you’re proud of him, and you 
love him for doing that for you.  Tell him what a man 
you think he is for going out on such a limb for you.  
Yadda-yadda-yadda.”

“Yadda-yadda, huh?” Susan repeated with a dreamy smile 
on her face.  

“Yadda-yadda” Janelle echoed.

Queen and knight, Doug reflected to himself.

Susan stood, restoring panties and skirt to their 
rightful places.

“Thank you so much for your precious time.  I better 
get back to that dear fat lump of a husband of mine, 
before he goes off and does anything else stupid.”

“What, you’re going to try all this out on him 
tonight?”

“Nah.  For now I’ll leave him be.  With no access to 
my body for at least a week.”

“That’s the spirit. Good luck!”

Sue let herself out of the apartment.

Janelle turned to Doug, who still lay there with his 
boner gently twitching.

“Damn, we missed the rest of the movie.  But I don’t 
want to miss the rest of THAT.”

“What you got in mind?”

Janelle began retrieving the ropes she’d loosened off 
from Doug’s limbs earlier on.

“Today’s program was brought to you by the letter “F”.  
“F” for “face-sitting” …”