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” …”